The reserve food raised is the Elf King

Before going to bed at night, Lancelot once again offered to give Isabella a bath.

Since Isabella's transformation, the elf strictly adheres to gender differences, and he has not bathed her for a long time.

"The bathroom at home is too small, and the new bathroom has not been renovated yet. Let me help you take a bath during this period. I'm worried that it will be inconvenient for you to take a bath alone."

In front of the bathroom door, the elf held Isabella's forelimbs and said thoughtfully.

Indeed, Miss Dragon's current body shape is far less flexible than that of a humanoid.

He has a big head and a big belly, but his hands are short and thick.

When I bend down, my fat arms can't even touch my knees, let alone wipe my back and wash my feet.

Because of the flowers he received, Elf was in a particularly good mood today and talked more.

He asked curiously, "Bella, do you know how the dragons usually take a bath? If they keep their original shape, wouldn't it be very inconvenient to move around?"

The next second after asking, I realized that I was wrong.

The elf patted his forehead in annoyance, "Oh, look what happened to me today."

Isabella has never really gotten along with her own people. Except for Eric's phantom in the cave, she, like most other people on the continent, has never seen a real dragon.

"I'm sorry, Bella."

The elf apologized, feeling guilty for carelessly mentioning the dragon tribe and not paying attention to Isabella's feelings.

Isabella waved her hands carelessly, "It's okay, they're not dead. Let's talk about it."

Besides, she has been keeping in touch with Eric.

He was worried that his children would be bored in college, so he told Isabella stories in his notebook every day.

There were many stories that Eric boasted about, saying that he had never heard of Lancelot, the most knowledgeable elf.

As for taking a bath?

Isabella actually knew the answer.

But she decided not to tell Lancelot.

Because the dragon tribe never takes a bath.

The giant dragon clan is a pure fire-attribute beast clan, and what they hate most is water.

I don’t like lake water, sea water, or any other water.

Fortunately, it rarely rains in the college, otherwise Isabella would easily become irritable.

If a dragon feels itchy, rub it with its tail. For some stains that cannot be wiped off, just find a piece of lava and soak it in, and make a few bubbles to ensure that all traces of dirt are removed.

The theme of the story Eric told Isabella last time happened to be the old guys sleeping in caves in the back of the Victro dragon territory.

"During the Ice Age at the end of the First Era, the continent was covered in ice and snow, and Victro was inevitable."

"But if the snow falls near the Flame Ash Mountain, it will melt easily." Isabella was confused.

That is extremely hot magma.

"Yes, my little baby Bella is really smart." The nagging dragon praised him without hesitation before continuing to tell the story. "So, there is a very practical divination spread among those old guys."

"If you go out today and your left foot steps on snow within ten steps, it means you will be unlucky and should not go out today."

Isabella ""

Isn't this really a random excuse for not going out?

But this also proves that the Dragon Clan’s hatred of water is inherited from their ancestors.

Seeing that Isabella didn't believe it, Eric paused for a few seconds and continued in a mysterious manner, "My little baby, don't underestimate the power of divination."

"This is God's will."

"God, isn't there no god in this world?"

Isabella vaguely remembered who said that the God of Light had disappeared a long, long time ago.

Eric smiled and stopped talking about this topic.

In this continent, the power of gods is real.

Even the Clavian Academy of Magic, the top in the continent, has a department dedicated to the study of theology and divination.

Children are bold and fearless and always like to have unrealistic dreams. Especially in the Third Age when the gods were declining, most people gradually began to waver as to whether their former beliefs really existed.

But Eric knew.

When Isabella grows up, she will understand.

The song of destiny has long been composed.

If you want to change the destiny given by the gods, even if you sacrifice your life, it may not help.

Those complicated, profound and specious discussions have never been within the scope of Isabella's interest.

She only cares about what she eats today and whether Lance is growing healthy and strong today.

Now, her concern was whether to take a shower.

People are under the roof.

Isabella looked from top to bottom, silently observing the elf.

His collar is always clean and tidy, and the hem of his clothes hanging at his feet, which is most susceptible to dust, does not have a speck of dust at all.

He is a flawless spirit.

Isabella wanted to sigh.

It seems that even the most ferocious dragon on the continent cannot escape the fate of taking a bath.

Isabella firmly refused to admit it because she had disgraced the dragon clan.

she just

She was just doing what every dragon would do to make her own food reserves happy.

After all, if the elf dislikes her for not taking a bath and not letting her go to bed, that would be really bad luck.

""

Lancelot diligently filled the bath with hot water, adjusted the water temperature, and then happily placed the floating duck he bought for Isabella on the water.

Pink, blue, yellow, like colorful candies.

It looks very childlike.

No.

very childish

Isabella felt that she had grown up and had passed the age of playing with little ducks.

But the elf beside the bathtub was busy preparing bathing utensils. Her soft and smooth blond hair was sparkling and she was extremely beautiful. He bent down with the movement, revealing a slender and fair neck, with a texture as gentle as jade.

"Gollum."

Isabella's stomach growled in frustration.

Fortunately, the sound was not loud and was covered up by the sound of the faucet.

"The water is ready, Bella, come and test the water temperature."

Lancelot stepped aside to get out of the way and waved for Isabella to walk over.

The giant dragon nodded obediently and dragged its big tail up the stairs next to the bath, leaving a clearly visible water mark on the ground.

Isabella raised her left foot and stepped into the bath easily.

Lancelot on the side subconsciously wanted to help her, but saw that Isabella had already stood firmly, tilting her head and looking at his hand in the air in confusion, as if she didn't know what he was going to do.

It suddenly dawned on me.

Isabella is no longer the little girl she once was.

Not the little cub that couldn't even walk and needed to be held by him to keep from sinking in the water.

For a moment, Lancelot was confused.

I couldn't tell what I was thinking.

Every little detail of getting along reveals a message.

Isabella grew up.

Miss Dragon was concentrating on stepping on the pool and did not notice the change in the elf's expression.

She carefully moved her right foot in. The warm water immediately enveloped her leg, and her silver scales trembled involuntarily.

After finally adapting to the cool water temperature of this pool, Isabella sighed quietly in her heart.

In order to get into the elf's bed, the price is really high.

Isabella sat down in the pool, and the dragon's tail hanging on the edge of the bathhouse followed the force and smashed into the bathtub with a "pop".

Like a whale flying across the water, it crashed back into the sea.

"crash"

The full pool of water splashed out instantly.

Like a waterfall rising up against the current, it splashed directly into Lancelot's face.

Lancelot didn't react and blinked in confusion, ""

The water droplets were crystal clear and slid down the elf's wet face.

Tick.

That naughty drop of water flowed over the thin and delicate chin, and continued to slide down the slender neck.

Finally, enter the slightly open chest collar.

A small deep water mark spread out.

Isabella was stunned.

"Bella"

The elf's voice rang in my ears, always ethereal and gentle, but with an imperceptible tremor.

It seemed to be mixed with indescribable shyness.

Without even looking, he knew that the elf's ears must be red again.

His red ears look delicious too.

"Miss Bella"

The elf rarely raised his voice and spoke every word, trying to hint to Isabella

Take back those two eyes that are staring where they shouldn't be.

But Isabella raised her paw to wipe her mouth and asked blankly, "What are you doing?"

His eyes were stubborn and shameless, and he refused to move away even for a moment.

The fabrics for loungewear are exceptionally light and thin.

Lancelot had previously thought about wearing the same clothes as the cub, and the fabrics he bought were all soft and comfortable, skin-friendly materials that children like.

Therefore, after being soaked by water, the thin layer of the front of the clothes is directly attached to the skin, showing a vague translucency.

This was the first time Isabella saw the elf's body hidden under conservative clothes.

From the delicate and graceful collarbone down, the muscles are tight and textured.

With the continuous ups and downs of breathing, it seems that through the layers of complex and intertwined blood vessels, you can see a bright red heart hidden under the skin and flesh frame.

"Plop, plop"

fresh, soft

It was suddenly dark in front of my eyes.

"stop looking"

Lancelot hurriedly possessed me and covered Isabella's eyes.

This completely cut off her direct line of sight.

The elf's skin was faintly hot, as if it was about to burn.

He could feel that Isabella's eyes were so intense just now that they seemed real.

His eyes were like two small ignited flames. Wherever his eyes moved, he felt his body burning.

simply

Simply too

too weird.

Lancelot had a slight doubt in his heart.

He didn't know why Isabella looked at him like that, and he didn't know what his reaction was.

The simple elf has read countless books.

But when there is no intuitive experience, text descriptions will always be one level behind.

Seeing Isabella twisting her big head, trying to break free from her hands.

The elf was even more frantic, wrapping his arms around Isabella's head and covering her eyes tightly, "If you don't watch, I will sleep by myself tonight."

Isabella ""

She is quiet.

Lancelot thought his threat worked.

Finally relieved.

But he didn't notice the posture of the two people at this time.

The wet blond elf hugged the dragon's head tightly in her arms. Although she covered her eyes, it was convenient for Isabella, and her whole face was pressed against the elf's chest.

Thin clothes can't block anything.

That is

"sucking"

Isabella smells so goodヾ3﹃3

The author has something to say. Bathroom y Shimizu version 11 reached

I have updated a new imaginary clip of Girl

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Thanks to the little angel He Zhu who irrigated the nutrient solution for 10 bottles;

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