The evil demon king in the puppy stage grabs my little biscuits

The elf's answer made Ilsa's nervous expression slightly relaxed, but she still looked preoccupied. She stretched out her hand and made a gesture of hugging the elf.

Preoccupied?Hino didn't expect to see this look on Ilsa's face. This little fat dragon has always said what he wants on the spot, and will take revenge on the spot if he is dissatisfied. What is it that makes Ilsa feel uneasy? , but did not say it immediately?

Hino intuited that Ilsa had encountered the first serious trouble in his life, but Hino didn't ask the reason immediately, but walked up to Ilsa slowly, hugged Ilsa, and patted him on the back to calm his emotions.

When he was a child, when he coaxed Ilsa, it was always this little fat man who was snuggled into his arms, but at this moment, his posture was leaning against Ilsa's shoulder, which made Hino couldn't help noticing the tragic fact that the height difference has reversed now .

Raising a dragon is really unfulfilling. As the elder brother's stalwart physique, he became the dragon's pendant in the blink of an eye.What was even more frenzied was that Ilsa felt uncomfortable standing in the main hall of the palace, so she picked up the elf and walked to the room.

The "Pendant Elf" dares not to speak out. If Ilsa is reminded not to move him around casually, Ilsa will also notice that the elf is no longer the powerful and stalwart elf brother he used to be. Hino chooses Escapism.

After Ilsa's expression returned to normal, Hino asked him where he had been for an hour.

Hino guessed that the worst thing might be that Snow Deer sent the Wu Clan to spy on him, and was discovered by Irsa, then this first diplomacy between the two countries would leave an unfriendly record, logically speaking, Sandy should not be so reckless .

And Ilsa's answer shocked Hino.

It was more terrifying than guessing——Ilsa found a Wu tribe, who was not an official of Xuelu, but Naijia, the chief priest of Aowei.

No wonder Mira and Claude didn't notice that someone was following them. Naija knew a kind of ancestral witchcraft, which could make the airflow fluctuation around him conform to the external airflow within a certain range, and the dragons used the horns to receive the airflow vibrations to detect surrounding things, so most dragons cannot perceive Naija.

Ilsa is different. Even if he is not in a fighting state, a very small amount of plasma gas will be generated around him, and he can sense the changes in the surroundings through the plasma. Therefore, on the way back to the palace just now, Ilsa felt that there was something invisible around him. The thing trailing behind him, but the dragon horn couldn't perceive it, this weird incongruity made him feel uneasy.

At this moment, he was still very disturbed, because the Wu tribe named Naijia had disappeared under his nose.

Ilsa was sure that he had grabbed the Wu tribe by the throat, and the person he saw was definitely not an illusion, but he still disappeared.

"Aowei's witch clan has a long history and many secret arts. Since Naijia dared to follow us alone, he must have stayed behind, and it is not unusual for him to escape." Xinuo asked Irsa: "He told you what?"

Ilsa suddenly showed the same eyes she had stared at the elf when she just came back.

It was a look of anxiety, fear, and even a little hurt.

"What did he tell you?" Hino looked at Ilsa warily.

"He said Nana wanted to kill Isa." Isa also looked at Hino seriously.

The two looked at each other in silence for a moment, then Shino suddenly sneered and said, "He risked his life to land on the island and lurk beside us just to tell you this? Do you believe it?"

Ilsa laughed too.

Hino laughed even harder: "Did he say any decent reasons to sow discord? It's impossible to tell you that I want to kill you right after we meet?"

"He said that Nana is going to grab the throne." Ilsa raised her hand and said, "A hole, show Isa, there is an elf in it that looks very similar to Nana, sitting on the throne, with a witch next to him, slap All of a sudden, the windows were shattered, a lot of plasma, much more plasma than Isa, poured in, and a bad guy like Isa walked out of the plasma, trying to catch the elves and kill that Wu clansman."

Ilsa told Hino all the phantoms she saw just now.

Originally, it was just a joke to hear what kind of tricks Naijia played, but halfway through hearing it, the smile on Hino's face froze.

Memories from long ago flooded into my mind.

That doomsday disaster, that desperate night...

Although Ilsa's description was very brief, there were a few key points that made Hino guess that he was describing that doomsday night.

Why...why would Naija know what happened after these 500 years?

why?

Hino wanted to keep calm, but his face suddenly turned pale.

He watched Ilsa's expression nervously, because he didn't know if Ilsa saw Lan Ye instructing him to go back to the scene of assassinating the young Ilsa 500 years ago.

Why did Ilsa ask him if he was intimidated by the strong Ilsa when he first met?

Does this prove that Ilsa still remembers the first time they met, when Hino tried to attack it with the God Stone?

Not sure whether Hino wanted to kill him or was afraid of the dragons, so he attacked, so Ilsa asked him for confirmation so eagerly?

The little fat dragon was actually afraid that he wanted to kill himself.

Hino's heart beat faster, and he finally calmed down, only to realize that he had been silent for too long, and his behavior was very unnatural.

His reaction seemed to make Ilsa nervous too, and he saw Ilsa look at him with that kind of uneasy and hurt-like pitiful eyes again.

"These are all fake." Shino calmed down instantly, looked at the little fat dragon with extremely firm eyes, and said firmly: "Stealing the throne? How could he think of such a stupid reason? You and I, the right position No interest at all. I want to create a country with less suffering and more joy. This is a hard job, and you are only occasionally familiar with government affairs and have no patience. Will the two of us fight each other for the throne? There will never be that day , Ilsa, no matter what you want, I will do my best to give it to you, what is mine is yours, never believe the instigation of those Aowei nobles with evil intentions."

Ilsa immediately became happy, and whispered what the elf said: "That's Ilsa's."

"Yes." Hino smiled softly, and felt something strange, and corrected: "'What is mine is yours', which means that everything I have is willing to share with you."

Ilsa nodded to express her complete understanding, and concluded concisely and accurately: "That's Ilsa's."

"Eh..." Hino wanted to organize his words to re-explain what he meant, but after thinking about it, the meaning seemed to be similar, so he shrugged his shoulders, and it could be understood in this way.

It happened that there was a knock on the door at this moment. It was Tai Lun. He heard that Ilsa left the palace alone for a long time after the dinner and came back. Tai Lun was worried about Xuelu's conspiracy, so he hurried to ask about the situation.

"Auwei's royal priest?" Tai Lun was very surprised: "How did they know that we talked with the Snow Deer messenger? The secrets on the island can't be passed on at all. Could it be that Snow Deer has an inner ghost?"

Hino stood up: "This matter will be kept secret from the Snow Deer Messenger for the time being. I have to inform Claude first to check if there is any Aoweilong ambush near the palace. You can play with Ilsa for a while."

"Play with Ilsa for a while?" Tai Lun raised his hand and introduced the dragon sitting beside him: "He is already so big, Hino, he can play with himself, and I should accompany you to deploy the dragon near the palace." garrison."

"I'll make arrangements soon. Ilsa was frightened just now, why don't you stay with him, Brother Mermaid." Hino ordered half coquettishly.

Tyron was defeated by the phrase "Brother Mermaid", sighed, and obeyed Hino's arrangement obediently, staying to appease a frightened dragon.

"Brother Mermaid?" However, Ilsa, who got cheap and behaved well, showed an extremely disgusted attitude towards this title: "That can't be done."

"Why not?" This rare benefit was stopped by the bad fat dragon, and Tai Lun couldn't bear it: "I like Hino to call me that."

"No." Ilsa had a firm attitude and a clear goal: "Then that is not allowed."

"You can call him brother fish, but I can't?" Hino squinted and asked the little bad dragon, "Then what can I call him?"

Ilsa thought for a while, and teased solemnly: "God of Songs."

Tai Lun slanted towards Bad Fat Dragon.

"Hahahaha!" Hino immediately retorted for Tai Lun: "Tai Lun's singing is very good now, you can't bully your mermaid brother with the past, well, I have to deploy the palace defense first, you play with brother , Do not quarrel."

Hino's last order was nothing short of a prophecy.

The peace between Ilsa and Tyron fell apart in the blink of an eye.

Ilsa dug out a box of biscuits from her small luggage bag, and pretended to invite the mermaid brother to eat together.

In fact, it was to emphasize that this biscuit was specially prepared dry food for Xinuo before his departure, and he was worthy of being the king of scheming among the dragon clan.

"Hmph." Tai Lun sneered, and revealed: "When Hino baked biscuits, he said they were for all of us, but you are more likely to be hungry, so you put them in your luggage. These biscuits can also be said to be mine."

Tyron is not a fussy fish, not to mention that the biscuits baked by Hino are of no fussy value, but the other party is Ilsa, so he can't help but want to fight for everything about Hino.

I don't know when this mentality started. When I was young, Hino was partial to the little fat dragon. At that time, Tai Lun didn't have any dissatisfaction. After all, the fat little fat man is very cute. Race, just like these flashy cuties, it's normal.

But now, this dragon is no longer cute, but Xinuo's thoughts are still on him, and Tai Lun has an inexplicable sense of crisis.

This sense of crisis made him snatch the biscuit box from Ilsa's hand and take it all for himself!

This was something Ilsa hadn't expected.

No one has ever dared to rob him of his food. Everyone has always been worried that he will not have enough to eat. They may ask him to eat less, but no one will rob him of food.

The food must first ensure that the cubs are full, which is the principle of the Dragon Clan.

Ilsa was caught off guard by being robbed, and he acted calmly. Instead of rushing to get back the biscuit box, he took a step back, raised his finger to the table, and calmly said to Tai Lun: "Count to three, put it away, Ilsa Sa won't tell Nana."

The corners of Tai Lun's mouth curled up into an evil arc, and he said in a low voice: "I'm hungry, will Hino be angry if I eat a few biscuits? How many times have you said that food protection is not allowed? Do you want me to tell your mother?"

Ilsa frowned, being poked by the enemy.

They were two steps apart, swords drawn, and the atmosphere fell into a stalemate.

Finally, Ilsa backed down and announced in a low voice, "Equal split."

Tai Lun was unwilling, but he couldn't think of a reason to refuse, so he nodded slightly.

So, a dragon and a mermaid stood opposite each other, holding the biscuit box, moved to the table step by step, and put the box on the table. The scene was like two robber leaders who had no trust in each other dividing the loot, with extreme caution.

The lid of the box was opened, and in a tacit agreement, the two "robber leaders" each reached out and took out only one biscuit from the box at a time, guaranteeing an absolutely fair distribution of spoils.

But, unfortunately, there was an odd number of biscuits, and Ilsa lost one at the end.

The moment the purple pupils met the deep black eyes of the mermaid, murderous aura pervaded the air.

Seeing the palace guards rushing over, Hino thought something serious had happened.

After listening to the report, Hino confirmed to the guard in disbelief: "Tyron? You mean Tyron, and Ilsa... got into a fight? Why?"

"It seems to be grabbing something..."