Xiuye's domineering side leak

After Noras left, Fiaran saw Mr. Ans beckoning him over.

Remembering that Mr. Ans had said to keep him away from Noras the night before, but he was accidentally touched by Noras just now. Fiarran, who had already walked up to the Elf King, couldn't help observing Ans Teacher Si's expression.

It seems that nothing has changed at all.

Thinking of this, Fei Yaran was inexplicably relieved.

However, in the next second, Fei Yaran saw a pair of slender porcelain-white hands that were inserted into his armpit, and then hugged himself on his lap in minutes.

Leaning his back in the arms of the Elven King, Fiaran, who was sitting sideways on the Elf King's lap, looked at the Elf King who was almost face to face, and resisted the desire to jump to the ground , and called out "Mr. Ans" with a little dissatisfaction.

It seems that it has been four or five years, right?

I have never been hugged by Mr. Ans like this before.

Last night, because he was dizzy with Jiuniang, he let this happen, but now he is very sober...

Unconsciously puffing up her cheeks slightly, Fiaran pursed her lips and looked at the Elf King.

The emerald green eyes met Fiaran's crimson, and the indifferent Elf Master simply ignored the student's dissatisfaction, wrapped one hand around Fiaran's back, and quickly caressed the elf boy's silvery white cheek with the other. With long hair and a flat voice, there was a hint of blame that was not obvious, "Didn't I tell you to stay away from Noras."

The elegant sleeves brought a faint scent of laurel, and Fei Yaran shook his head slightly before replying helplessly: "I just stood there for a while when I saw you in the garden. Who knows Mr. Russ would suddenly do that."

When it came to the end, he also didn't like being touched by people, especially Fiaran who was touched by strangers. He rubbed his hair against the Elf King's palm fiercely a few times, and quickly asked the Elf King to help disinfect it. Go bad luck.

It seems that Norras was really shocked. He always pays attention to his appearance on weekdays. The young and mature boy rarely wrinkled his small face, like a coquettish kitten, with his small head arched in the palm of the Elf King Arch go.

The long silver hair, which was usually as smooth as silk, was uncommonly fluffy and scattered under the young man's movements, covering the child's head and face.

The Elf King looked at the young man unexpectedly, only then realized that the child seemed to be having a fight, and even his delicate face was constantly rubbing against it, turning slightly pink.

The silky and smooth long hair in the palm of the hand feels really good.

Thinking of this, the Elf King seemed to understand the sudden movement of Norras touching the child's hair.

It's just that although he can understand it, it doesn't mean that he will be happy when he sees such a thing.

Jade is still young, and it is not clear who Norras is, so he told the child to stay away from Norras.

It's just that I didn't expect that it would make this child lose his temper, which is rare. With the messy long silver hair and the small apple-like face, he is kind of cute.

Thinking of this, Ansair took out the palm that was still rubbed by the boy, and lightly pinched the boy's face.

As for Fei Yaran, who was holding the broken pot in his heart, expressing his dissatisfaction in a childlike way, after noticing his head getting cold and his cheeks sour and warm, his already uncomfortable mood suddenly became even more unpleasant, subconsciously He opened his mouth and bit it.

With a body that looks like eight or nine years old, even if he opened his mouth wide, he could barely bite two jade-white knuckles.

The tip of the tongue brushed over the smooth and delicate fingers in an instant, leaving moist marks on them.

Fiaran, who couldn't close his mouth, woke up from the annoyance before, carefully raised his eyelids, and looked at the owner of the finger in his mouth.

Seeing his elegant and noble Mr. Elf King, he rarely frowned slightly, looking at him helplessly and disapprovingly.

Suddenly, a few warm and slender fingers pinched the chin, rubbed it lightly, and motioned him to let go.

Fiaran's heart trembled, the hair on his whole body was about to explode, his little head suddenly turned back, and after the Elf King Ring bounced on his back arm, he slipped away, like burning his butt Jumped off the Elf King's legs.

To do such a thing reflexively...

Silently holding his forehead in his heart, he didn't know how to explain the unexpected Fiaran just now. He tried his best to keep calm and hurriedly saluted the Elf King, and then ran back to his room in a hurry.

In the garden, the Elf King, who still had a trace of water on his hand, looked at his fingers with a complicated expression. He seemed to be able to see the child who fled just now. His face was redder than the morning sun. He was surprised and puzzled. , Dislike, helplessness, dumbfounding and many other emotions rolled in his eyes, and it took a while before he returned to the normality of the past.

And Fei Yaran, who didn't know why he made such a childish action, felt ashamed today!

He is not a real child. Because of his juvenile body, he had to react like a child, but in his bones, he has always known that he is a real adult. After a year-old appearance, it is rare for people to get close, even the elf king.

That's why he didn't even think about why he would have such a big reaction to Teacher An Si pinching his face.

I also don't understand why I always avoid Mr. Ans intentionally or unintentionally for several days after the incident happened.

Do you want to be so awkward!

Kneeling to myself from the bottom of my heart, I heard from Al before that Mr. Ans would not go to the library today, Fiaran, and this is the first time in the past few days, he stepped into the room that Mr. Ans often used as half of the rest room. library.

In the past few days, through the secret chat system, Fei Yaran has already taught the complete magic system to his apprentice Cang Lan, and the homework assigned to Cang Lan to perceive the fire element, that child has also done well.

Because Fei Yaran did not restrict Cang Lan from telling her father, the Fire Patriarch, about herself, so on the second day of becoming Cang Lan's master, Fei Yaran received a report from Cang Lan, from the Fire Patriarch. Thanks.

Although it is also possible to communicate with the fire patriarch through secret chats, Fei Yaran still feels that, to a certain extent, secret chats, a way of communication that can completely ignore time, geographical span, and enchantment, are still less known to people the better.

Moreover, although he has almost no contact with the Fire Patriarch, Fei Yaran has already heard from Cang Lan how the Fire Patriarch seized the throne from the previous patriarch, that is, Cang Lan's grandfather. He was very proud of his father for this, but Fiaran realized that the young orc patriarch had full ambitions and a ruthless heart that could deny his relatives at critical moments.

Moreover, since one can become the king of a clan and successfully manage an entire clan, it must not be a simple role.

And because he has lived in Azeroth for ten years, facing the elegant and reserved elves all day long, who are so proud that they don't bother to lie, Fieran has completely lost his liking for people with deep scheming minds.

That's why, these days, he has been ignoring the occasional temptations and questions from the fire patriarch that Cang Lan's words revealed, and only concentrates on teaching Cang Lan, the eldest disciple.

The theoretical part has come to an end for the time being. As a natural fire-type orc mutated flaming tiger, Cang Lan was able to use the fire element proficiently after successfully sensing the fire element, but because of age and lack of magic combat experience, That kid wasn't good enough for a long magic battle.

So Fei Yaran thought about taking Cang Lan to the misty forest in the past two days, and picking some monsters suitable for her current level to practice for her.

As for why he didn't go today, it was because he planned to help the child prepare all the study materials that needed to be taken away before taking Cang Lan to practice learning.

There are many kinds of Warcraft that exist in the world today, and there are thousands of common ones alone.

Although the books in the library are automatically entered into the reading system after Fiaran has read them, for Fiaran to consult at any time, most of those materials are scattered among many books, and it is naturally a big project to sort them out , relying on Fei Yaran alone, at least ten days and a half months.

Nearly half of the time for the meeting of the five clans has passed, and Fei Yaran doesn't have that much time to delay.

This kind of matter can be easily solved if Mr. An Si is asked to help.

But firstly, this matter is too trivial, asking Mr. Ansi to help is simply too much of a fuss, and it is difficult to explain to him why he is so anxious to sort out the World of Warcraft data, and secondly, it is because Mr. Ansi accidentally slobbered a few days ago , Fieran is still unilaterally quarreling, and he has been warning himself not to rely too much on the Elven King...

Therefore, Fiaran folded his palms together, sincerely made a gesture of please to the golden palm tree goblin Little Al, who was guarding the library, and called for help.

Although Al's whole body is only the size of Fiaran's palm, Fiaran has never underestimated this miniature goblin.

It was only when Fiaran chatted with Al once that he knew that Al had spent nearly a thousand years in Azeroth.

Goblins are actually a race with a short lifespan, especially goblins whose mothers are plants, and most of them will die with the withering of vegetation. Therefore, when I first heard Al talking about these things, Fieran felt very sad. Surprised, especially Al still has a small face of an underage boy.

In the past ten years, Al's face and figure have not changed at all. Although Fiaran occasionally finds it strange, he has never asked about it. After all, everyone has their own privacy, and Fiaran himself has some Willing to tell others secrets.

Moreover, these books have nothing to do with the intersection of Fiaran and Al.

Fiaran also learned that Al had completely mastered the knowledge in all the books in the library in an accidental chat.

At first, Fiaran didn't quite believe it, because although he could do it now, it was after all because of the plug-in of the reading system, which really made him completely different from which book, which page, and which paragraph a sentence came from. Immediately after thinking about it, and being able to find it in the sea of ​​trees in the library within minutes, Fiaran felt that it was impossible for him to do it.

Al can.

So, after that, Fieran has always looked at Al as a mobile encyclopedia.

As for Mr. Ans, using "encyclopedia" to describe him is no longer accurate enough. Fiaran always feels that "omniscient and omnipotent" seems to be more appropriate to describe his teacher.

Al's temper is quite gentle and lively, with a natural childishness. After hearing about Fieran's intentions, he immediately patted his chest and cheerfully accepted Fieran's request, and gave all Fieran's needs I found all the books for him by category, and thoughtfully turned to the pages recording the situation of Warcraft for Fiaran to transcribe and integrate.

Therefore, throughout the whole day, the rustling sound of copying by Fiaran, the fluttering of little Al's wings, the vibration of wings flying around in the library, and the occasional sound of pages turning, constituted a peaceful and vivid scene. melody.

In the evening, when the flower buds of the pitcher plants in the library opened to light up the flower buds, Fei Yaran shook his sore palms, took a deep breath, and smiled.

Although only part of it was transcribed and consolidated, it was as much as a small book, and most of them were monsters of level 1-40. For Cang Lan, it was enough for the time being.

As for the rest, after the Five Clans Conference is over, Fei Yaran naturally still has a lot of time to sort it out.

After tidying up the thick paper that had been transcribed for a day, Fei Yaran asked Al to help him bind it. Afterwards, facing the blank cover, he pondered for a while, and with a swipe of his pen, he wrote " Warcraft Illustrated Book Beginner" in large characters.

The reason for using Chinese is firstly because there is no such language in this world, which is very suitable for pretending to beep, and secondly because this cover can be used as a copyright mark in case the book is left outside.

As soon as the copyright was mentioned, Fei Yaran remembered that the book that had been transcribed and sorted out through hard work did not seem to be signed yet.

How can this work?

You know, even in the jewelry design circle, plagiarism happens from time to time. Fiaran, who is well versed in the confusion, immediately dropped all the books, dug out a wooden seal from his backpack, and found it with little Al on it. In the middle of the back cover, there is a totem of a dark green laurel leaf holding a hollow fan——

It was a seal carved by Fiarran with leftovers found in Garcia's foundry when he was free. Originally, after the carving was finished, he threw it in his bag to get moldy. Just now he thought of making a seal for the book. He only remembered it when he used the mark to indicate the ownership of the copyright.

And just when Fi Yaran was applying wax paint and was about to appreciate the first book he had made by himself, a prompt from Mr. System suddenly sounded in his mind——

[Ding——Congratulations to the host for successfully producing the purple book "Warcraft Illustrated Book Primary" and obtaining the achievement of "doing everything by yourself"...] Ignoring the system's constant reminders about the number of reward experience and the number of repairs, Fei Yaran poked the three pages of the sword After coming out, I took another look at the freshly released "Warcraft Illustrated Book: Elementary", and it has indeed become the most advanced purple book, and there is a reminder later, "Trade and mail to apprentices, and you can get the corresponding master-apprentice value."

Fiaran's eyes lit up immediately.

Can't think of making textbooks for apprentices by yourself, there is such a good thing?

The reason for saying this is because the system provides no similar hints in the skill book of the orc clan provided by the guild territory, only a line of words "can be traded and mailed to apprentices".

Thinking about it this way, Fiaran's eyes on this book that he made by himself immediately changed——

If you can increase the master-student value by just giving the apprentice a book, even if a book only increases ten points, he will receive one hundred points for ten apprentices, one thousand points for one hundred apprentices, and ten thousand points for one thousand apprentices... …

So, how many apprentices @＿@ for 2000 million points? ? ?

It still feels as far away as walking across the Mariana!

However, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. Maybe the system will not cheat this time. How about giving a book a hundred master-apprentice points?

With such good expectations, after carefully putting the "Warcraft Illustrated Book: Elementary" into the system backpack, and saying goodbye to the encyclopedia little Al, Fieran opened the door of the library with a breezy face, ready to go back to rest up.

However, the moment he came to open the door, he was staggered by a gust of white wind.

Before he could react to what happened, Al's unprecedented scream suddenly came from the library behind him.

His heart sank suddenly, and Fei Yaran immediately turned around and drew out his two swords.

When his eyes fell on the thing that broke in suddenly, he was suddenly stunned.

Because that person is, of course——

"……Adams?!"