Voice of Dragonland

The ugly guy is still serving as a servant beside Thranduil. He is taciturn, peaceful and restrained, but the eyes that fall on Thranduil from time to time are gentle and sad. He looks at his back so intently that he even forgets himself. identity of.

He often wonders in confusion whether there will be two identical figures in this world.Is his lover an ordinary elf?

"I fell in love with someone else?" He lay on his back on the simple bed, "I fell in love with the king of this country..."

His voice was calm and desperate, "Aren't you showing up yet? I'm going to fall in love with someone else..."

That figure, that voice, that person.

It is a curse-like existence!

Just one look can take away all his thoughts, just one look can shake his mind, just one look can make him forget about persistence and rationality.Knowing that this is a self-seeking end, knowing that this is only adding to troubles, knowing that this is Xiao Xiang who will never come to fruition, he still can't control himself and cast his eyes on that figure.The bitter pain tore in his heart, and the vigorous emotion was about to come out, but it was blocked by the heavy cage, and he could not rest in peace.

"Where are you? Take me away, take me out of here..." He turned over and lay down on his stomach, with the corners of his eyes closed, turbid tears fell, "I hurt..."

On the sheet under him, there was a depiction of that figure, lying on it, it seemed that he felt the long-lost warmth.When Chaos fell asleep, he vaguely called out a name, "Thranduil..."

"Galion." Thranduil called out.

"Myking. Your lord is accompanying Grand Duke Midrian to inspect the progress of the governance of the Anguin River. What's your order?" The ugly guy whispered behind him.

"Really." Thranduil stood up and took off his large robe, "The agave is about to bloom, you can go and see it with me."

"Yes, myking." The ugly guy lowered his eyes and stood aside respectfully.

Thranduil took off the crown, wore a light blue gown, and walked in the dense forest with a relaxed gait.The ugly guy followed him, pushing away the vines hanging from the tree for him from time to time.

The golden sunlight shines on his shoulders and hair through the gaps between the leaves, coating his tall figure with a layer of golden brilliance, scorching and shining.

The ugly guy didn't know where he was going, but he was willing to accompany him like this, walking all the way.

This walk took a long time, the surrounding vegetation was lush, the branches and leaves of the tall trees were densely packed, blocking the sun, and there was even a bit of a dark smell under the feet.

Weeds grew on the stone-paved path, and it was obvious that no one had been there for a long time.

"King, how far is it?" The ugly guy looked at the road ahead getting darker and darker, while the king walked unhurriedly.

"Soon." There was a hint of emotion in his voice, with a sigh at the end.

The ugly guy stopped talking, but followed Wang's footsteps silently.

After a period of dark woods, the eyes suddenly opened up.The clear fragrance of flowers wafted over, making him take a deep breath and raise the corners of his mouth.

Clusters of half-man tall agaves bloom in lush grass.

The thick leaves are densely covered with sharp teeth, and the flowers are yellow in color, in large clusters, with a fragrant and pleasant smell.

Thranduil looked at these wild bouquets gently, and reached out to stroke the buds, "This year's flowers bloom very well..."

The ugly guy looked at the flowers, "This is not a rare flower, but the flowering period is longer than ordinary flowers, and it only blooms once every ten years."

"Yes." Thranduil replied softly, "It's not expensive, nor is it the most beautiful."

"Then you..." Why do you have to walk so far to see such flowers?

"My child..." Thranduil looked at the flower carefully, his eyes focused and gentle, as if it was someone he missed day and night, "I was once pricked by it."

"His Royal Highness Selosta?"

"No..." Thranduil stared at the cluster of flowers, "It's my other child."

His eyes were sad and emotional, full of regret and nostalgia, "At that time, he was still young, and he wanted to dig back the agave and cultivate a red variety. His hands were so small, and they were full of blood... "

The ugly guy's heart twitched fiercely, the giant beast in his mind hit the iron cage again, the door of memory creaked, as if thunder rolled by, the corners of his pitch-black mouth twitched, and something was about to be blurted out...

"Standing here now, I still seem to be able to see him pulling out the tequila with his hands..." Thranduil sighed, "But in the end, I didn't accept the tequila he gave me..."

"Why?" He asked in a nasty voice, the turbulent emotion slowly ebbed, no matter how he tried to keep it, there was still no trace of it.

"Even if this plant is grafted and hybridized, the flowers it blooms will still look like what you see." Seran shook his head, "I reprimanded him severely and blamed him for hurting himself."

The ugly guy stared blankly at Thranduil showing such a sad expression.

"He just wanted to cultivate the flowers I like, just like he tried to grow into the shape I like...but I never gave him encouragement and affirmation..."

"..." Through the eyes of the king, he saw the deep and indelible sorrow, the clear and sincere remorse, and the deep-rooted sentimentality. It hurts.

"I'm not a good father."

"Don't say that..." the ugly guy comforted softly, "You are the most kind father I have ever seen."

Thranduil closed his eyes, and the pain in his heart was endlessly entangled.

The ugly guy hadn't recovered from his sadness when he suddenly heard the sound of branches and leaves breaking in the distance.

He walked a few steps to Thranduil's side, looking vigilantly at the direction of the abnormal noise.

The dense leaves parted, and the air was filled with a fishy, ​​damp and turbid smell.

The ugly guy pulled out the saber at his waist and looked at the huge head protruding from the bushes.

snake.

The snake's body covered with dark green stripes is as thick as a wine barrel!A head was also the size of a wine barrel, and the dark golden eyes stared at the two of them for a moment, the eyes were cold and numb, and the thick snake core protruded from the mouth from time to time.It slowly raised its body, folded its upper body into an S shape, and assumed the appearance of attacking at any time.

The ugly guy jumped up, and pointed the sharp sword point straight at the snake's seven inches away. His posture was flexible and fast, and he was completely different from the chaotic and dull him in the past.

But I didn't expect this huge snake to be so flexible, it swam a little to avoid the sharp edge, swished its tail, and the whistling sound pierced the air, and it lashed towards the ugly guy.

The ugly guy clung to the branches beside him suddenly, lifted himself up, and avoided the blow.The snake's tail hit the tree, and the tree that was hugged by one person broke.

Thranduil didn't bring a weapon with him when he went out, so he picked up a branch at random, and while the snake was attacking the ugly guy, aimed at the snake's body, and slammed it down.

This stroke was quite skillful, the branch slanted against the hard snake scales and dragged backwards.Rough branches caught the edges of the snake scales, lifting them up in an instant.

Snake scales fluttered, skin and flesh ripped apart.The smelly blood sprayed out immediately, and the stench was indescribable.

The snake's head turned around suddenly, its mouth opened wide, and the densely packed sharp teeth in the mouth aimed at his body, and ejected viciously.

Thranduil clung to the top of the tree with one hand, his slender body swung, and easily avoided the attack.

At this moment, the ugly guy's sword cut into the snake's body, and dark black blood spurted out, splashing all over his body and face.

The huge snake twisted and fell from the branch, twitched a few times, and stopped moving.

"This is not an ordinary snake." The ugly guy lifted the snake's head with his sword and looked at it.

Seran walked in slowly, "The darkness eroded, and these evil things also set foot in the dense forest."

"Where do they come from?"

"A place that cannot be touched by divine light." Thranduil said coldly.

The ugly guy looked back, looked at the king, took out a handkerchief and handed it over.

Thranduil didn't answer, but lowered his eyes.

The ugly guy hesitated for a moment, then slowly approached him, and wiped the snake blood stained on Wang's jaw with a clean handkerchief.The moment the handkerchief touched Thranduil, he took it and touched it casually, "There is spring water ahead, let's go."

Inadvertently touching Wang's finger, it was warm and dry, and a thin electric current passed through the fingertips and went straight to the heart. Its mania was even worse than that of killing a snake.

Seeing the ugly guy in a daze, Wang coughed lightly.

The ugly guy came back to his senses, lowered his head, looked at the stinky snake blood all over his body, and nodded.

The spring water was clear, and the ugly guy raised the spring water and slapped it on his cheeks, then took off his coat stained with snake blood, rubbed and washed it in the water, and the sound of water continued for a while.The king behind him was silent, and he turned his head to look in the direction where the king stayed.

Wang leaned obliquely on the trunk of a huge red beech tree, looking into the distance with barren eyes.The ugly guy followed Wang's eyes and saw that the forest was deep and dark, except for the layers of green leaves, there was nothing worth noting.He turned his gaze again, looking at Thranduil.

Looking at the corners of his tightly pursed mouth, and the slightly frown between his brows.

I don't know why he is depressed, I don't know what he is missing, the ugly guy only knows that his heart is depressed and depressed, some chaotic words and sentences are churning in his mind, but he can't connect them, making him more confused .

He knew that whether it was searching for memories or trying to understand the king's thoughts, it was an unattainable luxury for him. He was just an ugly elf with a mysterious past in his arms.He was even afraid of the opening of the memory door. If he really remembered everything, what excuse would he have to stay by Wang's side?

Time passed unhurriedly, and the ugly guy gradually adapted to life by Wang's side.

The afternoon was lazy and peaceful. At this time, Selosta would always come to Wang's office hall to sit for a while and have a few words with Wang.

The innocence and liveliness of the young elf brought great comfort to the king, no matter how outrageously coquettish and idiotic he was, the king followed his will and never stopped him.

The ugly guy was used to standing beside the king, quietly like a distorted shadow.No one is willing to look at him more, which is more or less a good thing, allowing him to look at the king's figure unscrupulously.Looking at his serious or lazy appearance, to fill the desolate despair in my heart, and get some comfort like drinking poison to quench thirst.

At this moment, Selosta was sitting on the king's lap, flipping through the documents that the king had sorted out.Suddenly, he raised his eyes and turned to look sideways.

The ugly guy didn't have time to look away, and the prince caught his greedy gaze secretly at Thranduil.

Selosta looked at him with a half-smile, with a stick in his eyes, and slammed down on the ugly guy.

The ugly guy turned his eyes in embarrassment and looked elsewhere.

"What's wrong?" Thranduil stretched out his hand to turn the page for Selosta, "Why are you distracted?"

"No." Selosta leaned back into his arms.

"It's getting worse and worse." Thranduil muttered, but didn't move.

"ADA is soft." Selosta said with a smile, "When ADA is too old to hold me, I will find my way again!"

Thranduil smiled helplessly, "Let people see it, what does it look like."

"Ugly guy, go down." Selosta took advantage of the situation and waved.

The ugly guy saluted, and when he raised his head, he happened to meet the prince's provocative gaze. He withdrew his gaze and stepped back respectfully.He didn't delve into the meaning in the prince's eyes, nor did he delve into the pain and resentment clamoring in his heart.The former is reluctance, the latter is escape.

Selosta breathed a sigh of relief secretly, closed her eyes, and let herself be immersed in Thranduil's breath.He gradually discovered that as he grew older, he became more and more greedy for the warmth of his father's body, and he liked being by his side more and more. He never considered the reason. For a long time, this dependence was as natural as eating and drinking, and as Gambling and drinking are generally addictive.He stretched out his hand and covered the back of Wang's hand resting on the armrest of the chair, feeling the warm and delicate touch.

"Don't watch it?" Thranduil said, his chest trembled slightly, making Selosta's back numb.

"I'm watching." Opening his eyes, he carefully read the boring documents, the curved corners of his mouth gradually became shallower, everything about his father can only be enjoyed by him alone, this idea appeared so clearly in his mind, stubborn Lay deep roots.