Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

Vivienne called the boat to lead Chris and the others to Avalon. The swamp shrouded in mist was like a mirror covered in mist, reflecting the sky light and cloud shadows dimly, and the ripples pushed by the boat spread layer by layer. , Stir the soft color blocks and break them into undulating and colorful overlapping of light and shadow.

It is already extremely crowded for three people to sit in a small wooden boat, not to mention that both Chris and Peter just look thin, and there is still not a little bit of flesh on their bodies. In a seat that can accommodate one person, it is necessary to have legs touching legs and hands touching hands. In addition, Peter's current soul state is so light that he will fly three feet off the ground at any time. Chris has to hold the hand of his little boyfriend people hold.

Caught off guard and blinded by the flash, Merlin couldn't bear to look away, and pretended to be very interested in staring at the beautiful carving patterns on the bow.He began to feel that he had really made a wrong decision by insisting on bringing Peter with him. Even if it was to prevent Chris from messing up things, he took an insurance policy, so that the love halo of Pika and Pika would be too bad for his vision health. friendly.

Archmage Merlin feels that his nonexistent friendship with Chris is increasingly at stake.

After all, he is an archmage.

Only an elder (pseudo) like Vivienne with her own maternal filter can be immune to the flash attack from the couple, and she frequently looks back at Chris and Peter who are whispering together with gratifying and kind eyes .

Merlin was fully prepared before he spoke to Vivian.

"Good day, ma'am," he said, trying to keep his tone between calm and respectful.Considering that due to various reasons, his relationship with Vivienne, it should be said that there is also Arthur, is a bit unspeakably delicate - it cannot be said to be hostile, but the relationship between Chris and them was not very good back then, plus Later, regarding the matter of Lancelot, from Vivienne's point of view, it was difficult to have any good feelings towards Merlin.

If you really think about it, Chris, who was innocent and stupid at that time, would be sent to hell by the devil, and both Merlin and Arthur had unshirkable indirect responsibilities.

At least Vivienne thinks so unilaterally and broods on it—Chris has never cared much about things that have passed 800 years. If there is revenge or resentment, it will pass when it happens. There is no need to hold on It seems like a big deal.

So time has passed and Chris was able to calmly reach a plastic friendship with Merlin, but Vivienne still felt cold-hearted that she could pick out [-] faults from Merlin.

But Vivienne can only express her dissatisfaction in this way. After all, she is an elegant, noble, and magnanimous fairy of the lake. Then answer a few words.

Without involving the more specific internal situation of Avalon.

After Merlin showed her the few dead leaves of the elf tree he bought from the black market, Vivienne said that Avalon's barrier had indeed been unstable for a while not long ago.After all, it was a barrier that had been used for hundreds of years. It was normal for it to be in disrepair for a long time, but at that time, the direction of the barrier's fluctuations was hell instead of this world. How did the leaves spread to the human world? It was not a perennial sleep Vivienne in the swamp knew something.

All in all, for the interior of Avalon, there is nothing to care about such things as small barrier fluctuations and lost dead branches and leaves. The elves still live a peaceful and beautiful life as they did thousands of years ago, guarding the sleeping elves. King Arthur under the tree.In the past, some heroes whose souls returned to Avalon after death needed to be arranged. In recent years, due to the reduction of faith, they only played the piano and sang, and spent their long lives in peace in this world.

Passing through the swamp in the valley, pushing aside the lush and shady vines, the slightly turbid water in the swamp gradually becomes clearer and clearer. From a distance, you can see dots of flowers on the shore of the lake, dotted with shades of green and white. Birds spread their wings and glide past.

The fog dissipated in front of his eyes, and the trance that seemed to cover his eyes and ears disappeared without a trace.Everything in front of me is full of vitality, like Monet's hazy water lilies suddenly turned into Van Gogh's bright and bright sunflowers. Float to the surface from the depths of the sea.

Peter's eyes widened and he let out an incomprehensible exclamation. There was a little goblin on the lake, dragging a golden phosphor, circling closer, lightly stopping at his fingertips, laughing a few times, then turning around suddenly and flying into the brilliant In the sun, leave a fragrance of flowers.

Small wooden boats are moored in the shallow water on the shore. For lakes without docks, you have to walk to the shore with the lake water below your feet. The fluffy grass spreads out the vibrant green.The elf girl dancing barefoot on the grass was attracted by the rare visitors, and she approached cautiously with her skirt. Her light brown eyes were like a newborn deer, purely ignorant and friendly.

She didn't know the strange Chris and his party.But after Chris lifted the broken hair around his ears to reveal the long elf ears (just changed), he naturally gained the trust of the elf girl, not to mention the blonde Vivian as a guarantee, the young elf was unsuspecting Promptly led the guests to the residence of the elves.

Vivienne saw them off by the lake, and she had to guard Avalon's outer barrier, and couldn't easily leave the swampy lake where she lived.

In fact, even when Avalon was not closed, she would rarely take the initiative to go to the forest of elves. The willful and arrogant elves living in the lake are not very different from the gentle and good-tempered silly white elves in the forest. It fits well, if we use animals as a metaphor, it is probably the unilateral incompatibility between cats and dogs.

"Nice to meet you, my cute little Chris." Vivian stroked Chris' cheek affectionately, gently kneaded the position of Chris's ears twice, and kissed like Chris when he was still young The forehead of his most beloved child.

"And you too, nice to meet you." She turned to look at Peter beside Chris. The young man's eyes were clear and clean, but it was not a clear and shallow stream where the bottom could be seen at a glance.

Vivian laughed, "Bless you too, young man."

"Thank you." Peter frowned, accepting the blessing happily, and a little unable to control his hand, he quietly raised his hand and pinched the tip of Chris' ear twice.

The feel can be said to be very good.

The tip of Chris's ears blushed sensitively. He glanced at his restless lover, but didn't say anything. Instead, he quietly raised his eyes to look up at their elf girl while playing with the tassels on the skirt. The unscrupulous intimacy made his eyes widen and his cheeks flushed. He subconsciously covered his eyes, as if he had done something lewd.

In the eyes of elves in platonic love, touching each other's ear tips is already an extremely intimate act, which is roughly equivalent to half a home plate of human beings, and it is not something that can be done in between.

"I'm also very happy to meet you again." Chris hugged Vivienne, watching her step on the lake water as she appeared, and disappear on the misty lake.

At this time, Merlin had already struck up a conversation with the elf girl wittily—an elf girl who is ignorant of the world is much easier to talk to than an arrogant and shrewd fairy in the lake. He managed to get rid of the elf girl's strangeness with the discounted jewelry that was fairly novel in style, and then obtained enough information.

But to be reasonable, how did such a deceitful and innocent race survive until now without being exterminated by those black-hearted businessmen who are part-time human trafficking and like to take pot?

While Merlin repented for his thoughts that fully reflected the sinister heart of human beings, he was puzzled from the bottom of his heart.

Fortunately, Chris didn't know his dangerous thoughts, otherwise Chris would be very happy to let Merlin experience how the elves treat their enemies more ruthlessly than the winter wind.

Otherwise, do you think that the elves who sing and dance every day really occupy the rich and beautiful Avalon by relying on truth, goodness and beauty?

Walking through the forest from the lakeside, the sunlight flows down from the dense branches and leaves, and the little elves living among the branches and leaves are curiously looking at the strange guests from their hiding places.Turning your head from time to time, you can see strange creatures that only exist in storybooks walking through the forest, leaving behind thousands of thought-provoking backs.

Follow the direction of the singing and the piano in the wind, and at a certain moment, the eyes suddenly open up. The vines entwined on the trees build an exquisite tree house, and the elves stand or sit on the branches of the grass in twos and threes, without exception. With a beautiful face and elegant figure, it perfectly satisfies all the imagination of elves.

Even better.

"Lily, who are they?" asked the elf who saw Chris and the others first. The young elf sat on a branch and looked at Chris with his head tilted.

In terms of the number of races that the elves have not been very prosperous from ancient times to the present and the race characteristics that love to party, theoretically there should be no strangers of the same race.

"It's the guests." Lily replied with a giggle, "I'm going to take them to meet the elders."

The guest... should be said to be an old man.

Elder Elder Waters, who was squatting in the yard taking advantage of the light to bask in the sun, brought out pots of his precious medicinal herbs, when he looked up and saw a familiar guy smiling at him, he was so frightened that he almost raised his hand. Herbs pulled out of pots.

It's like seeing a ghost... It's no different from seeing a ghost. After all, human life is short. After leaving the forest of elves and giving up the tree of life as a gift to Chris, who fell into hell, in the eyes of his old friends in the forest of elves, he has long been like a dead man There is no difference.

Young elves who were born on the tree of life after Wallon was closed did not know Chris, but older elves like Elder Waters were not so old that they couldn’t recognize Chris’s appearance after only a few hundred years—especially It was after Chris turned his ears back into elf long ears, at first glance he was in a trance, making people think that he was still hundreds of years ago. At that time, Chris, who was still young and immature, pursed his lips and smiled gently, even The proudest unicorn will bow down to him willingly.

It was once the most unexpected and beautiful treasure of the Forest of Elves.