I'm Not Crazy [Quick Transmigration]

Naturally, a dark-haired elf who was gray and gray could not ride with the king.

The soldier grabbed the boy's hair from the ground, lifted his head up to look at it carefully, and threw it back as if his hands were dirty after a while.He spat, "It's just that he looks a little better, but he actually caught His Majesty's eyes."

Another soldier pushed him: "Hurry up and catch up, it's not your turn to interrupt what the king loves."

Elian was wrapped in a sack, carried directly on the shoulders of the soldiers, and entered the castle with the end of the king's carriage.

He was like a captured duck, its feathers were plucked, and it was thrown into the pool for a rough soak to wash away the dirt and dirt on his body, ready to be thrown into the pot at any time.However, he was not steamed, but was put on a long and exquisite robe, and the crimson pattern on the robe made his wet black hair even more weird.

Then a cold iron ring was clasped around his ankle.

When Elian woke up, he was in such an unbearable scene. He was tied to a four-poster bed by a rough iron chain. No matter how gorgeous the scarlet brocade robe was, it couldn't cover his clothes.Silk.No.An embarrassing situation.

In this way, he looks like a monster for people to watch and entertain.

The decorations in the room were too exquisite and shiny, which ordinary nobles could not afford to use, so Ai Lian could not refute that he was indeed in the palace of the Elven King—the one who he thought was pure and noble, who was different from other elves. Same king.

He even fell on his knees and sang hymns after him!

Damn!

Elion jumped off the bed dragging the chain, which was long enough to allow him to reach most of the house, but he couldn't touch anything further—such as windows or doors.

But fortunately, the group of people did not throw away his old clothes, but threw them in a ball in the corner of the room.Ariane tore open the interlayer of his clothes, and took out a handful of rusted iron pieces from inside.

He has no money to forge a dagger. Among the elves, wearing a beautifully decorated dagger is the right of nobles.He couldn't even understand how obsessed these elves were with those things that would emit light, because such things with sharp edges were only for self-defense for him.

The thing in Elian's hand was a piece of iron that had been sharpened on one side. He had once slaughtered rabbits with this small, unremarkable blade.

I haven't tried to use hands on people yet, but if it is a last resort, it is not impossible to try.

The boy's eyes dimmed.

Jin Yuqing was left in the temple by a group of long-winded elders, and was forced to listen to a pile of useless chicken soup. The old and corrupt habits of those elves were useless to Jin Yuqing, who had changed in his bones.

Nor will he listen.

Back at the palace, other servants told him that Elian had been placed in the side hall behind the garden.

There was no movement inside, so Jin Yuqing pushed the door open and entered, and saw a young man curled up in a small ball with his back facing him on the spacious bed. The iron chains on his feet were very eye-catching, and he was sunk heavily in the soft and fluffy quilt.

The ankle was worn red for a week, and the skin was about to break, obviously the result of a futile struggle.

Jin Yuqing felt a pain in his head, and sighed while resting his forehead: Who is this who doesn't have eyesight, and even chained him up? !

Ailian heard the sound of footsteps grinding on the carpet, and approached his direction a little bit. The feeling of being approached by him this time was completely different from that in the Blessing Square before.The boy's back was tense, and the hand hidden in the robe in his arms secretly clenched the rusty blade.

A soft breathing sounded behind his ear.

Ai Lian felt as if a big snake had passed through his nerves, and suddenly jumped up from the bed, suddenly swung his arm holding the blade, and slashed in the direction of the Elf King.

But he didn't know that his expression at the moment was more like an enraged snake, the two Mowu eyes suddenly narrowed, he woke up from hibernation, and suddenly stretched out the scarlet letter, attacking anyone in front of him that would cause harm to him. The person who threatens, regardless of whether this person is the king of Orlando mainland.

Jin Yuqing was taken aback by his sudden movement, and only had time to turn her head sideways, and the blunt blade still scraped across her cheek.

At the critical moment, he didn't care if it was the boss or not. He sent out a spiritual strike in an instant, hit the young man's wrist, and sent the dangerous blade flying out, landing at the foot of the cabinet not far away.

Ai Lian was about to rush over to pick it up, but the iron chain on his foot was hooked by Wang Lian behind him. The chain was suddenly retracted, and he fell to the floor.

The boy's head was hit hard, and then he was restrained by Jin Yuqing so that he couldn't move.

After the dimness in his eyes dissipated, Elian bared his two rows of white teeth, and the ink in his eyes condensed into thick balls, threatening the adult elf who was pressing on him.The opponent has overwhelming absolute power, if he really wants to do something to him, Elian is powerless.

Seeing that he had no choice, Jin Yuqing stopped, a bright red liquid oozed from the scratch on his face, and flowed down along the curvature of his cheek.He wiped off the blood, frowned and looked at the strong and tyrannical young man below him, he really wanted to ask him if he had been in a herd of beasts before, and he bit people without saying a word!

Ai Lian glanced sideways at the blade in the distance, and said bitterly: "I will never be your dirty slave! You are a pious villain!"

"..."

Jin Yuqing looked up and down the young man in red, and suddenly felt a little speechless.Well, even if he has been bent into a coil of mosquito coils, it doesn't mean he can send it to any man.Love it.Especially the hairy child in front of him who is not yet fully developed, with a flat body and limbs like matchsticks.

Don't say it.Even if it involves any unexplainable relationship, he will be afraid that others will accuse the Elf King of Orlando mainland of being an out-and-out lover.child.addiction.

"Who told you that you would become a slave?" Jin Yuqing asked helplessly.

The boy struggled with his arm, and didn't want to talk to him at all.

"It was not my intention to lock you up."

Jin Yuqing sighed again, and touched his ankle with his palm. The fair and transparent palm of the Elf King gently covered his anklebone, which was fastened by the iron ring, and then held it gently.

The boy's body trembled, and he stiffened defensively and looked at him.

A cloud of white mist-like light rose from Wang's palm, and the dots of light, like fireflies at night, diffused over his injured ankle.A wave of warmth penetrated the cold iron, penetrated directly into the boy's skin and bones, and swam in the blood.

The pain in the ankles faded away, and the warmth moved from the feet to the body, resting on the bruises from the beatings of the soldiers.The feeling of being infused with spiritual power seemed to be that there were hands touching his body gently, making people unable to help but take a long breath comfortably.

That is the healing art of the elves.

With the fall of the main god, the creatures lost their sources of spiritual power replenishment, and the healing technique consumes the most spiritual power among all the spiritual arts. With the extremely slow replenishment of spiritual power nowadays, there is no longer any spiritual healing power among the elves. Instead of being a teacher, he learned the herbal medicine skills of the barbarian orcs to treat various diseases.

And the Elf King was willing to expend so much energy for him.

Elian couldn't help but feel confused.

Speaking of which, Jin Yuqing here is relying on her strong spiritual power to prove to the young villain that she will not hurt him or humiliate him as a slave.But I did miscalculate the consumption of the healing technique... This is really, too exhausting.

Insisting on pouring the last beam of spiritual power into Ai Li'an's body, Jin Yuqing felt dizzy, his limbs were weak and unable to move, he had to half kneel on the ground to support his body.

Ai Lian was healed in sevens and eights, and retreated from under the Elf King nimbly, and immediately turned around to touch his own small blade.

If it were now, it would be a breeze to kill the Elf King.

Jin Yuqing watched him sharpen his knife, thinking that it was really over, and before he started the big cultivation mode, he was about to be smeared by this little white-eyed wolf.Thinking about it this way, he simply leaned against the edge of the bed and sat down, life and death are at the mercy of fate.

"Erian..."

A cold voice came from the mouth of the Elf King, wrapping around Arian's eardrums.

Elian moved over cautiously, the iron chain at his feet rattled, and the blade held between his fingers was wet with sweat from his palm.After all, he is a young man. Although he has slaughtered chickens, ducks and fish, and resented those who scolded him, he has never really hurt anyone.

He still swallowed his saliva, stared at the pair of half-drooped blue eyes, and finally asked: "...Why did you help me before? As you can see, I am an ominous person with black hair and black pupils."

The Elven King flapped his long eyelashes, and gently comforted the top of his head: "You are my people, Erian, and you will never be an ominous thing."

The boy's mind moved, and the dangerous blade tended to be lowered slowly.

Jin Yuqing also breathed a sigh of relief, and the feeling of fatigue in her body gradually eased, but she just needed to rest for a few days to recover the suddenly lost spiritual power.He propped himself on the edge of the bed and stood up, the corners of his white clothes hanging down beside Elian.

He glanced at the chains on the boy's feet, and walked towards the door.

Suddenly the robe fell, and the young man tightly grasped the corner of his robe, his expression was stubborn and he refused to show any weakness, but his five fingers were trembling slightly, as if he was worried that Jin Yuqing would never return.

After all, he was still a child, not only did he not see the ruthless aura of destroying the world, but his loneliness made people feel distressed.Jin Yuqing's heart softened, and she walked over and hugged him in front of her, stroking his long black hair: "Don't worry, you will follow me from now on, and you will never be bullied again."

Ai Lian raised his head slightly, looking up at the handsome and glamorous Wang who was like a god. He had no father or mother since he was a child, and he lived on the streets, not knowing what it was like to be protected and cared for.All he knew was that the admiration and joy when the cloak was lifted by the Elf King had returned.

Wang's embrace was soft and warm, and Wang's eyes were full of love. This feeling was more wonderful than eating a full meal.

Because in this world, only the king in front of him would not despise his black hair.

Again his heart sang hymns.