Male Supporters Want to Fall in Love [Quick Transmigration]

Elves are the most beautiful creatures on this continent.

Elegant, mysterious, noble, intelligent... almost all the adjectives that modify beauty are created for them.

They are the darlings of nature, born from the tree of life in the elf fairyland, and are born with magical abilities; they are the first race to be blessed by the goddess of light, they are friends of the gods, and they are loved by the gods.

But these are all recorded in the inheritance memory of the Dragon Clan. In the era when the Dragon Clan dominated the mainland plains, there were not many elves living in the forest.

Moreover, now that the human race occupies the entire continent, the elves should have disappeared and perished.

Zhang Ning stared blankly at the blond elf lying on the grass, and finally couldn't help stretching out his dragon claws, bent the sharp claw blades, and carefully touched the pair of pointed ears.

No wonder Winterson has an uncommonly beautiful face.Zhang Ning also recalled his ability to control vines, but his personality is not as friendly and kind as the legendary elves at all...

Zhang Ning kept stretching out his paws, thinking wildly, and suddenly met Winterson's eyes that he didn't know when to open.

The emerald eyes were like the emerald green condensed from the forest, and Winterson's voice was hoarse: "Have you touched enough?"

Silver Dragon retracted its claws silently, and sat on the grass.

A thin vine, dotted with star-like small white flowers, stretched out from somewhere in the flower bed, gently rubbing against the elf's shoulder.

Winterson propped up his body, moving slowly.His appearance had not changed much, except that his hair no longer covered his ears.

He stroked his hair casually, and the vines graciously wrapped around the ends of his hair, followed his fingertips, and fixed the hair for him.

Winterson unreservedly showed the graceful lines of his side face, and the silver dragon's gaze, as he expected, could not help but stay on him.

The elf somehow thought of something, curled up the corner of his mouth, and suddenly possessed himself and put his face in front of the silver dragon: "Do you want to touch it again?"

Yinlong caught off guard and looked at the soft, curved ear tips in front of him, and opened his mouth: "... huh?"

Winterson stretched out his hand to hold the silver dragon's front paw, and raised it up to look at the bottom of his paw researchingly: "It's just that your form is a bit inconvenient, right?"

"I'm afraid that if you hit too hard like this, it will hurt me."

The elf's voice was very pleasant, like a soft whisper. He looked at Zhang Ning with a smile and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Three petals of Misty Dream Grass, a drop of red mountain fruit juice..."

Elves have super high magical abilities and can communicate with nature, so they also have the ability to refine magic potions.

"It's just that there are not enough materials, and the potion's ability to maintain is not much." Winterson skillfully poured the magic potion into a small medicine bottle, and said to the silver dragon who was wagging his tail and looking around, "Let me pretend to be an adult, or It is to release your form..."

Winterson raised the medicine bottle and shook it, glanced at Yinlong, and said, "You can only choose one of the two."

Yinlong raised his head, slapped his claws on the ground, and exhaled angrily: "You promised me that you would release my form!"

"Don't panic," Winterson knelt down on one knee, put his eyes on the same level as the silver dragon, and comforted him: "I did say so. But if you drink this potion, I must risk my identity and go to the city. Buy magic materials here, and refine magic potions again."

Yinlong flicked his tail uneasily, and asked tentatively, "Do you want me to go with you?"

Seeing the elf smiling and nodding, Silver Dragon blinked and said, "Actually, I can send you to the town near the human race."

Then you can leave me, right?

Winterson hid the darkness in his eyes, straightened up, took a step back, and smiled regretfully: "Forget it, I'll drink it myself, and I'll figure out a way for you later."

Seeing the blond elf holding up the medicine bottle, the silver dragon quickly shouted: "Wait—"

He paced back and forth anxiously, and finally sighed: "Okay, I'll accompany you."

But Winterson said again: "But when the time comes, will you really not leave me and run away? I don't think I can trust you."

Looking at those clear green eyes, Yinlong felt a little guilty for no reason, and asked, "Then what do you think should be done?"

Winterson smiled gently, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone unconsciously carried a hint of coaxing: "You sign a contract with me and swear to the gods, only then can I trust you."

This may be the only feasible way, Zhang Ning agreed to him: "Okay."

"There are two kinds of contracts," Winterson explained to Zhang Ning. "One is similar to a master and servant, requiring one party to fully obey the other's orders, not to betray, and to respond to requests."

Zhang Ning felt that there was a pitfall when he heard it, and asked, "What about the second type?"

Winterson said: "The second requirement is that both parties sign the contract voluntarily. The relationship between the two parties is equal, but they must be loyal to this, and there must be no concealment or betrayal of the other party."

Zhang Ning decisively chose the second one: "Then I will choose the second contract."

The blond elf nodded, and he turned around to prepare the materials for signing the contract.

I don't know how much history this deserted manor has, but the preserved things are very good, like a master who has gone out for a long time and never returned.

Here Winterson found enough pots and jars, enough for his needs, and a jeweled sword.Winterson bent his fingers and flicked the blade: "It's the work of an alchemist, not bad."

Randomly, he turned the blade over and cut his palm with the blade.

Zhang Ning was taken aback by Winterson's bleeding volume: "Do you need so much blood?"

Blood dripped on the floor, flowing along the trajectory of the magic circle that Winterson had drawn in advance, blending with the magic circle, and began to shine with golden light.

Winterson didn't show any pain, his brows and eyes stretched, as if it wasn't his palm that was cut: "Don't be afraid, I will stop the bleeding for you."

"That's not what it means..." Zhang Ning glanced at the hideous wound on his palm, and handed him his claw.

The blade grazed Yinlong's claw, and finally cut a wound on his upper limb.

Perhaps it was because of the rough skin and thick flesh of the dragon clan. Zhang Ning didn't feel any pain. He watched his own blood and the elf's blood merge into one and flow into the magic formation.

Standing in the center of the formation, Zhang Ning seemed to feel a soft wind, and Winterson's blond hair fluttered slightly. He closed his eyes and murmured the elf's incantation.

The low tone was long and mysterious, and the timbre of the elf was very pleasant. Zhang Ning seemed to be in the depths of the forest, with the warm wind blowing over his body, making him feel warm all over.

In the last sentence, Winterson changed to a voice that Silver Dragon could understand: "...I have made a contract with Silva, and Thranduil has witnessed that I will never betray him."

"Follow me." Winterson said to Zhang Ning, "You have to swear to a god."

Zhang Ning was a little puzzled as to why he, as a knight of light, did not swear to the goddess of light, and asked, "Who is Thranduil?"

"It's the name of the elf god," Winterson explained.

Zhang Ning suddenly realized, and then asked: "Then who should I swear to? The goddess of light, West Asia?"

Winterson replied, "Whatever you want."

Zhang Ning hesitated for a moment, and opened his mouth to spit out a string of dragon language.

The golden light flourished, and the contract formation turned into two beams of light, pouring into the bodies of the silver dragon and the elf respectively.

Zhang Ning felt that this contract seemed to be as deep and solemn as it was engraved on the soul, but it gave him a gentle feeling, as if it meant tolerance and integration, and he was not disgusted.

After the golden light disappeared, the magic circle on the floor became scorched black and mottled.

Winterson took a step back and let out a deep breath: "Okay, the contract is established."

He handed the bottle of magic potion to Zhang Ning, and Yinlong subconsciously picked it up, only to realize that his claws could not do this action at all.

The blond elf froze for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Sorry, I forgot."

Zhang Ning: "..."

Winterson personally fed the magic potion to Zhang Ning, and the silver dragon approached him obediently, and opened his mouth.

It is still the sweet taste of green grass, and the magic potion takes effect immediately.Yinlong walked to the open space outside, kept shaking his wings, and his body became bigger accordingly.

Winterson looked up at the beautiful creature with a huge body, and his emerald green eyes were like a deep lake.

"I think you still need some gold coins." The silver dragon knelt down in front of Winterson and said generously to him, "I have a lot of them in my lair."

The silver dragon's gently wagging tail revealed his happy mood at this time, as if he was showing off the treasures in his lair to the elves.

But Winterson was pleased by Yinlong's behavior of sharing his belongings, and he said with a low smile, "Okay."

Yinlong lowered his head, bit Winterson's clothes, and put him on his back: "Hold him tight."

The silver dragon spread its wings, and the air flow created a burst of wild rose petals.He flapped his wings upwards and jumped into the clouds in an instant.

Winterson sat on Yinlong's back. He didn't hug him tightly as Yinlong said, but stared at Yinlong's slender and elegant neck, and reached out to touch the silver-white scales.

Now, you are mine.

The blond elf smiled silently, and those green eyes became deeper.

"Your Highness, let's have something to eat first."

Miller handed the black-haired girl the bread in his hand, and said softly, "You can rest for a while after eating."

Susie withdrew her gaze from looking around: "Okay, thank you."

"Actually, you don't need to call me Your Highness, you can just call me Su Xi." The girl took a bite of the bread, stretched out a hand and gestured: "It's the 'xi' of the stream, and the 'xi' of Xiaoxi."

Seeing the bewildered eyes of the flaxen-haired young man, she lowered her hand again in frustration: "...well, I really don't understand the language."

"Susie," the leader of the Knights of Light still nodded, calling her this way: "Is this direction really correct?"

"Believe me, there's nothing wrong," Susie leaned over to look at the map he had spread out, and pointed it out to him: "Going west, there will be a large plain beyond the border, and the mountain can be seen at a glance, but it's a little far away... "

Miller looked at the top of the black-haired girl's head, a little dazed.

The day before yesterday, he reached an agreement with Susie and decided to set off together to find the missing Winterson.

Miller spent a lot of effort before leaving the church. The reason he found was to go to the border to inspect. It happened that the plague situation there was unknown, and his reason was credible enough.

Susie, on the other hand, helped them stabilize the emotions of all the people in the royal city—she issued an order through the royal family, explaining that the evil dragon over the royal city that day was actually an illusion created by the great magician.

Her Royal Highness Princess Suzie is really different, with extraordinary intelligence and courage.If she can inherit the throne, she should be an outstanding queen... Miller thought so.

"...Your Excellency Miller?"

"Ah?" Miller looked into Susie's black eyes, blushing inexplicably: "What's wrong?"

"I said," Susie pointed to the two horses nearby, and asked, "Is it really enough for us to bring this little luggage? If we go to the next town, do we need to buy some food and water?"

"Oh, never mind," Miller said with a smile, "We can go to the local church and they'll give us free housing and food and even horses."

"After all, it is best to pack light and convenient when going out."

In a small town somewhere on the border, a young man wrapped in a cloak tightly covered his face, only showing a pair of green eyes.

Winterson was carrying a heavy bag, and said indifferently, "Do we need to bring so many gold coins?"

"Need it," said a silver-haired young male who was a little shorter than him, and said naturally, "After all, we dragons are going to sleep on gold coins."

Author has something to say: Miller/Susie: Winterson has been kidnapped by a dragon and we must bring him back.

In fact, it was Winterson who abducted the dragon: Thank you, don't bother.