Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

Peter borrowed Chris's fairy tale notes from the elf library, and lay on the bed, reading with one hand snacks and one hand juice for most of the afternoon-even from his point of view, Chris's fairy tale notes were enough The novels are fantastic and interesting, cleverly weaving a series of bizarre and interrelated stories.

The prince overcame the thorns to save the princess, the bewildered Alice fell into the rabbit hole leading to dreams, or the witch exchanged the magic potion for false love, the timid bird broke through the cage and was crowned with tears and blood .

The gorgeous, beautiful, ups and downs of the plot are narrated in a cold third-person tone, but full of indifference and indifference.

Very much Chris.

Peter can almost imagine Chris reading out the delicately decorated text in the note with that kind of gentle smile, and to be honest, a little bit of hypocrisy, with a lazy mockery at the end It means that every name in the etiquette code is pronounced as if it has a special meaning.

It's like calling Peter "Mr. Parker" with a hoarse voice and suppressing something at certain special times. The address with proper etiquette and distance, but because of the wrong tone and wrong scene, blows to the face and shows a certain A kind of ... not very respectable meaning.

Okay, let's get off topic.

Peter, who didn't think of so many things, just read the fairy tales in the notes that promoted truth, goodness and beauty and inexplicable realism. He was scratched by the ending that Chris didn't finish at the end, and couldn't wait to know what happened next. What the hell happened.

To sum up the story of the entire Eternal Night Kingdom Story, it is a very old-fashioned adventure to solve puzzles and save the world.The beautiful forest of elves is a paradise for elves, where the seasons are like spring and the sun is shining brightly, and the elves live carefree without any worries.They love the brilliance of the dawn, fear the darkness painted by the night, welcome the warmth and joy brought by the sun with dance, and drive away the fear and coldness that comes with the night with singing.

This kind of differential treatment angered the queen who controlled the night. She made the night like a cage and cut off all the sunlight, so that the light no longer favored this land. The elves fell into a long sleep in despair, and the nightmare followed them like a shadow fragile soul.

The only one who managed to escape was the little elf Crowe--Peter unilaterally used it as Chris's nickname, and was delighted by his lover's rare childishness--the most mischievous elf Crowe in the Fairy Forest fell into the forest because of his playfulness. In the underground rabbit hole, escaped the queen's curse.Lilian, a little rabbit living in the rabbit hole, stole the queen's storybook and got a way to awaken the light.

Crowe is determined to save the homeland that has fallen into eternal night, bravely leaves the forest of elves, and embarks on an adventurous journey...

Because it is a fairy tale, the whole story does not have any overly complicated conspiracy foreshadowing. It purely relies on the endless adventure stories that are connected together to enhance the fun. Each stage of the story is very clear, like stories in the Arabian Nights. , the structure is clear and the meaning is still unfinished, linking up the beautiful dream of One Thousand and One Nights.

Peter spent the whole afternoon with a big bowl of nuts. When Chris came back, he saw the small box on the ground full of nut shells, and Peter with a bulging stomach holding juice and belching.

"I'm back." Peter waved his hands with a smile, jumped off the bed barefoot, and held up the note in his hand to Chris like a treasure, "Look what I found?"

He smiled smugly and raised his chin, like a little squirrel who has found a winter treasure. Who made Chris's character set up too unreal, occasionally discovering such a childlike and down-to-earth point? , can make Peter feel an unspeakable surprise.

Chris raised his eyebrows, looking at the notebook for a while, but he couldn't remember what it was. After all, after such a long time, it would be difficult for him to remember all the things of the year clearly, but when he opened the notebook and looked at the title page, and Looking at the content inside, I immediately knew what kind of thing it was, and why Peter was so proud of it, like a little milk dog with his fleshy bones stripped out.

And—in Peter's eyes, it can be said to be quite unbelievable—Chris showed a somewhat rare and unimaginably embarrassed and ashamed expression, and the blush was visible to the naked eye, and it was likely to spread to his cheeks and neck. His posture, his eyes flickered, but he couldn't immediately counter Peter's flirting with no force.

Oh, God.

Faced with Chris' embarrassed expression at this time, Peter felt his conscience and stood at the crossroads of whether to pursue the victory... In less than a second, he succumbed to the temptation of those bad thoughts from the bottom of his heart without hesitation under.

God will forgive him too.

"I've seen it all! The story is super interesting!" The young man full of bad ideas showed a lively expression that matched his age, blinked his bright eyes and praised briskly, "I didn't expect Chris you Will I still write this kind of story!"

"Peter..." Chris sighed, forcibly suppressing the shame pouring out of his heart, "Where did you find this?"

Like this kind of black history written when he was still in the dark, he clearly remembered that he had packed up the ashes and dumped them into the lake to destroy the corpses. How could there be fish that slipped through the net? Shame on the one that slipped through the net.

"I found it in the library." Peter said, with an innocent and innocent face, he reached out and pinched Chris's completely red ears, and asked deliberately, "What's wrong with you? Are your ears so red?"

Once the elf's pointed ears turned red, they couldn't hide it completely, especially the tip of the ear, which was so red that it was about to ooze blood, and the temperature touched by the fingertips was hotter than usual.

Excellent.

"But the final ending is not finished... It's really a pity." In some respects, Peter, who has the unique frivolity and badness of young people, and the blessing of countless bad theories in the world, slowly kneaded from the tip of Chris's ear to the root of his ear , grabbed Chris's collar and tiptoed to kiss Chris's lips, looking at Chris with bright eyes and a smile.

"What's the ending like? Kloe—" he deliberately raised his tone, and called the name very intimately, "cute little Kloe, have you defeated the Queen of the Night?"

"Forgot." Chris turned his head to avoid Peter's increasingly excessive hands, and the tips of his ears trembled sensitively, as if he hadn't escaped from the embarrassment of being picked up by the black history. It showed a state of being completely messed up by his little boyfriend's routine, and the stiff appearance of pretending to be calm actually revealed a bit of pitiful air that made people feel bad.

Although Chris is a bit strange, it's hard to imagine that someone who can hold up his head and chest in women's clothes and doesn't care would care about such things, but what does it matter, Peter is very happy now.

It's not every day that he has the opportunity to see Chris's picture of wanting to cover his face and curl up into a ball, so soft that he doesn't have the slightest sense of resistance-well, it's true that Chris usually does it casually. He rarely expresses There is nothing wrong with the willingness to actively resist, and we must also know that there is a huge difference in the strategic sense between the two.

Satisfied, even complacent and unbelievable that he could really succeed, Peter used his rote techniques to tease Chris until his face turned red. In Reese's rare embarrassment.

As for how much of Chris's weak and embarrassing demeanor came from the heart, and how much of it was an effort to pretend to make his little boyfriend happy after regaining his composure, this is an additional question for the beholder to see.

Just like the adventure story about the elf Crowe, whether he succeeded in defeating the Queen of the Night in the end, and let the sunshine fill the elf forest again, even Chris himself has forgotten the original ending.

—But there must be a reasonable ending.Although it is true that the story itself was made up by Chris, from the perspective of his desire for control that has always been stable, generally the beginning of the story has not been written yet, and the end of the story has already been conceived by him.

The notebook, which was ruthlessly thrown on the table by Peter as a prop, opened the pages silently. The elegant handwriting on the title page shone brightly under the setting sun from the window, and the dark green was mixed with light gold fragments. Each page A page seems to be turned by an invisible hand, from the first page to the last page with handwriting, under the abrupt handwriting, dark ink seeps out from the blank, winding and flowing to piece together new lines. Content.

No one noticed this faint and silent change. The brilliance of the setting sun quietly flowed on every letter on the note, and every letter on the blank paper appeared, and the sky became dimmer, as if all the light in the sky and the earth were extinguished. Little by little converged between the lines in the notes, and a playful and mellow full stop fell on the last line of the last page, and the whole world outside the small circle was plunged into darkness.

it's dark.

All living beings fell asleep.

The world is silent without any sound.

Like the eternal night in a fairy tale.

The notebook spread out on the table clattered and turned back to the title page. The intertwined letters were blurred by the water and blown away by the wind. The water flowing along the invisible wind diffused into fine light spots in the air. Between the flipping pages of the book, erratic and blurred dreams flashed.

……

High mountain peaks, clear streams, dense forests, the sunlight is like broken gold, the brown-haired young man in the grass is sleeping soundly, maybe having some sweet dreams, the corners of his lips curled up, whispering the name of the lover in his dream .

"Chris..." He yelled in a low voice, muttered and giggled twice, turned over and fell into the cold stream, and then suddenly opened his eyes in a jerk.

This is where?

The innocent, poor, confused Mr. Peter Parker shivered and turned over in a defensive posture, but the confusion and tiredness of half-dream and half-awake still remained in his eyes.

Peter clearly remembered that the last second he was still together with Chris, preparing to have a somewhat unseemly intimate discussion about the ending of the fairy tale, but the next second he was forced to calm down by the cold water pouring down his head, and ran to such a place inexplicably. a strange place.

Have absolutely no idea what's going on.

He speculated about the cause and effect in his heart, and was also worried about Chris's current state. Instead, he tensed his nerves vigilantly because of the rustling sound in the grass, and stared at the direction where the sound was approaching.

The bushes that were only as high as his knees could not cover anything. He squinted his eyes and noticed a small figure flashing past in the grass. A few seconds later, a head covered with leaves and hair messed up in a bird's nest emerged from the branches and leaves of the bushes. Time popped out.

"Don't move!" The child's voice was tender and milky, the big eyes were very light in color, filled with curiosity and guard, and there were a few fine scratches on the cheeks, which belonged to elves. His long and pointed ears undoubtedly revealed his race, but Peter was more concerned about the face that was exactly the same as Chris.

He had seen Chris return to his teenage elf state.The child in front of him was even smaller, with plump baby fat and a milky voice.

"K...Chris?" Peter called out cautiously.

"Who is that?" The young elf tilted his head and shouted unhappily, "My name is Crow!"

Before he finished speaking, Peter saw a few lines of words flashing in front of him, like text bubbles in chat or notification boxes in games, brushing from bottom to top in his line of sight, which shocked him .

[Member-Peter Parker, has joined the collaborator alliance]

[Has entered the map - Eternal Night Kingdom]

[Alliance collaboration missions open]

[Dream Weaver Association-Chris opens, limited time to explore dreams, and you will have the opportunity to obtain rare fluorescent spirits]

……

After such inexplicable messages were swiped, it took a few seconds for Peter to see the last message in bold and red, and slowly swipe it out.

[Peter?Can you see it?I'm Chris. ]