[Comprehensive] Jungle Epic

Little Button, who ate up the bread in silence, was still unable to speak, which made the little yellow bird's eyes wet.

God, this is brutal.

Sisi seemed to be merciful, and smiled and swung a level of curse and stopped. Patton immediately opened his mouth: "You bloody..."

"It sounds really noisy." Sisi grumbled with a smile.

With just such a sentence, Barton covered his mouth tightly with his wings, staring at Ceci with his wet little black eyes, and Olivier obviously didn't realize what happened, so he looked a little confused: "Outside Not many of the hobbits seem to be back, what's the matter, Ceci? Have you found something?"

"It's not, Your Highness, I just miss the tranquility of the jungle." Sisi smiled and changed the topic, "I just hope Tut doesn't arrange us in the living room, it's too short, I lift You could hit the roof with your head."

"But it's cute, and their chandeliers are very design." Olivier said with a smile, and then looked at Barton.

The darling of the dense forest has lost the arrogance he had just now, his beautiful tail feathers are drooping, and he looks a little sluggish.This made Olivier feel worried. He stretched out his hand, held Barton in his palm and raised it up: "Dear Barton, you look very bad, are you sick?"

"Well, I'm sick, very serious, and I'm about to die." The little yellow bird hid its head under its wings a little self-destructively, "I've been flying for many days, I'm so tired, and I'm still being bullied by you, I'm not alive Yes, let me die."

"You are so worrying, Barton, you must know that you are my important partner." Olivier knew that the little yellow bird might be full of resentment, so he didn't say anything, just gently used His lips touched Button's little yellow head.

Button was stunned for a long time, looking at Olivier with round eyes, without saying a word.

Among the elves, very few elves would kiss, at least Barton had never seen one.They will express their blessings by touching their cheeks, and they will smile at each other for comfort, but kisses are rare.But the exception to this is Olivier. At least Barton has seen the eldest prince kiss the little prince's forehead, cheek, and palm more than once. It looks too nasty and disgusting.

But this time when it was Barton himself who was kissed, the moment the soft and warm feather-like touch touched him, Barton felt as if all his fatigue was suddenly swept away, and his eyes followed the elven prince's. Face, can't move away.

"He looks very good, Your Highness, I think we need to know something about the white gemstone necklace." Sisi reached out and picked up Patton's wings, holding Patton in his hand like a pheasant.

"Let go of me! You stupid fellow, I am His Majesty's pet, the darling of the jungle!" Barton's mouth regained its vitality.

Olivier smiled and said, "Dear Barton, I need news from you." Then he put Barton on the table again.

Button's eyes turned to Olivier in an instant. The little yellow bird covered its mouth with its wings, stared at Olivier, and muttered, "Come here, I'll just tell you one thing." Then he gave Sisi a hard look.

Olivier leaned over and put his ear close to it, but the first sound he heard was not Barton's chirping.

It was a quiet sound, and the cold beak pressed against his cheek, rubbing it cautiously.

Olivier blinked, looking at Sisi with turquoise eyes.

Looks like I've got a precious friendship.

Sisi just smiled, as always.

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What Barton brought back was not good news, but at least it wasn't bad news either.

"The elves did not find the white gemstone necklace, whether it was a store or an auction."

This meant that the days of searching had been fruitless, but it also meant that the queen's white gemstone necklace was still in someone's hands, rather than being put up for sale.You know, it is much easier to get it back from a person than to get it back from an auction house with layers of security.

Olivier gently touched Barton's head with his fingertips. Although the golden bird still complained in his heart that the elf prince took him away from the jungle and left his dear elf king, but now, Barton has As Olivier's third favorite after Thranduil and fine wine, Barton did not refuse Olivier's touch.

His little head rubbed against Olivier's fingertips, the warm body temperature always makes birds like it.

"I think we can go out tomorrow and find a house, Your Highness," Sisi entered the room with the quilt in his arms, and then he shook off the soft quilt, looking helpless at its size, "Tuter is a good man." Hobbit, but obviously we are not fit to live in his house all the time."

Olivier obviously glanced at the quilt in his hand, smiled and said, "It's just that I'm not sure whether the hobbits are willing to accept the sojourning of two humans."

Sisi spread the quilt on the bed, stretched out his hand and patted it loosely, and said, "In Middle-earth, hobbits are considered the most kind race. They are always surprisingly kind and persistent."

Olivier looked at Sisi's side face, which had a beautiful cage: "You mean I can live in Hobbiton?"

"No, what I mean is to let Your Highness give it a try. After all, Tute seems absolutely unable to refuse you, doesn't he?" Sisi smiled, eyebrows and eyes curved.

But Olivier felt very bad, as if this guy was calculating himself.

But before Olivier got entangled, Sisi straightened up and walked to the table, grabbed Barton's wings, and threw them out of the window.

"Sisi!" Olivier wanted to stand up in surprise.

"He's a bird, Your Highness. Birds can't die. They have wings and feathers, don't they?"

While speaking, Sisi walked around behind Olivier, stretched out his hand, and gently put it on the shoulder of the elf prince.

This kind of behavior surprised Olivier a little. After all, although they were very close, this kind of behavior rarely appeared.

Just as he was about to speak, he felt the elf's hand knead his shoulders lightly or heavily, loosening the slightly sore muscles, and Olivier let out a comfortable breath.

Sisi felt that the elf prince under his hand became relaxed, which was a good sign.He slowly squeezed Olivier's shoulder, then his arm, his movements were very regular, and he felt full of patience: "Is it heavy?"

After riding a horse for several days, and staying on the hillside next to Hobbiton for two days and two nights, even Olivier felt very tired.He leaned back, leaned his head on Sisi, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a lazy voice, "Put harder."

Sisi smiled and exerted strength on her fingers: "How about this?"

"It's alright, God, you're really good at this." Olivier's encouragement made Ceci very satisfied, and he laughed out loud, with a clear voice in this quiet night.

"It's not suitable for us to live in Tut's house now, is it?" Sisi said softly.

"I think so, Sisi, you...God, don't touch there." Olivier raised his voice slightly, obviously Sisi's hand touched a place that the elf prince didn't like, on the neck A place on the back, if you touch it, you will feel numb all over your body.

This also made the elf prince's ending tremble and distort.

Sisi stared there with a smile, carefully analyzed his position, and then took his hand away from there.

Just as he was about to continue, when the door was opened suddenly, he saw Tut blushing and yelling: "This kind of thing is not allowed in my house, you..." Suddenly, the voice stopped abruptly, obviously Mr. Baggins saw To what the two sprites are doing.

They did nothing, yes, nothing, and that made Master Baggins's cheeks grow redder, like ripe autumn berries.

The little Hobbit who was emotional and immediately returned to silence caught Olivier's attention. He sat up straight with the arm of the chair, looked at Tut with turquoise eyes, tilted his head, and asked with a smile: " What is the matter, dear Hobbit?"

Tut's face turned even redder, he couldn't even look at the face of the elf prince, his fleshy fingers pinched the corner of his clothes tightly, and he muttered: "No, it's nothing. Al, I think you can stay Here, yes, this is here, I think you can... well, do you want to sleep separately?"

Some incoherent voices made Olivier a little inexplicable, but Sisi standing beside him had a calm face.He took a step forward, blocking the line of sight between Olivier and Tut, and then the little hobbit raised his head high to see Sisi's face.

Sisi, whose back was facing the elf prince, lost all smiles, looked at Tut, but said in a gentle voice, "We don't need two rooms, thank you for your kindness, Your Excellency Tut."

Sisi, whose face and tone were completely opposite, looked a little scary. Tut took a step back and wanted to say something, but saw Sisi raised one corner of his mouth.

That kind of smile has never been seen before, with aristocratic reservedness and hypocrisy: "In fact, we have never been separated, in any sense."

This sentence is too cryptic, because Sisi needs to ensure that his smart highness will not find anything.But maybe it was just outside the door that he heard that little Hobbit had already prepared, which caused his face to turn red again. He walked back and forth with his wide feet a little helplessly, and then said "have a good rest" He ran out and closed the door behind him.

Seeing the door being closed, Ceci turned around, with the familiar warm smile on Olivier's face.

"We're going to squeeze, Your Highness." Ceci looked at the bed that was only big enough for one person to lie on.

Olivier blinked and imagined how they could squeeze together.Since he neither wanted to suppress him nor be suppressed by him, Olivier said resolutely: "You sleep underground, Sisi."

Ceci blinked: "Why am I sleeping on the floor?"

Olivier smiled: "Because you are my bodyguard and I am the prince."

Sisi accepted this reason with some dumbfounding. He lowered his head slightly and put his hands on his heart: "Everything is as you wish, my highness."