Pokemon phobia

Moonlight and starlight leaked down from the hole at the top, illuminating the dark cave.The black giant dragon quietly lay on the hill made of silver coins, looking up at the entrance of his lair, which had been enlarged until it almost lost its concealment effect. The changing trajectory of the stars conveyed information from thousands of miles away to his eyes.

After a while, a head popped out of the cave, waved its hands and shouted into the cave, "Tayron!"

The black dragon glanced at him, stood up and stretched his head to the edge of the cave.The silver-haired elf jumped onto the scales at the end of his nose with a handful of wild fruits he didn't know where to pick. Tyron slowly lay down again, lowering his head so that the elf could safely jump to the ground.

Carlos carefully picked out the most beautiful fruit from his arms and handed it to Tai Lun: "Ta Lun, here it is for you!"

Tai Lun knew this kind of fruit—in fact, he didn't even need to look at it, he just smelled it.Its most common name is "Purple Bell", which tastes sweet and sour and juicy, and is seen by humans as a poisonous fruit that causes fever, nausea, diarrhea, and prolonged weakness.

It's no big deal, though, as most magic plants eaten as snacks by magical creatures are poisonous to fragile humans.

Tyron was not very interested in such things at first, but looking at Carlos's clear eyes full of expectations, he changed his mind unexpectedly, changed into a human form, took the fruit and tasted it.

"Is it sweet?" Carlos stared at him with light brown eyes, and the wings on his back were still opening and closing slightly nervously.

Tyron: "...um."

The silver-haired elf immediately burst into a smile when he heard his answer, his sharp ears pressed down slightly, and the magic power around him was rippling.Tyron turned his gaze away and said, "Tomorrow should be the Magpie God's Day in the Principality of Nodara."

Carlos tilted his head, trying to find the relevant information about the "Magpie God Festival" from the inheritance memory, his eyes lit up immediately: "Is it the festival where everyone celebrates together and prays for good luck in the coming year? I heard that it will be very It's hilarious!"

Tai Lun was silent for a while, looked at Carlos again, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to go?"

Carlos stared into his eyes and said seriously: “If you take me there, then I want to go.”

Tyron didn't know if he was crazy.He knew that he should stay here honestly and wait for the next transformation period to come, not to leave any hidden dangers that might lead to accidents, but he let this high elf settle down in his lair, and let this guy Come in and out at will, or make a little movement to interrupt your deep sleep.

Up to now, he still stays awake for a long time just for this elf, and sometimes even impulsively wants to share his past with him when the elf has nothing to say.

He felt that his current state was dangerous, but he still said: "Then let's go together."

Seeing Carlos' brighter smile, Tai Lun felt that he was really hopeless.He spread his wings and squatted down with his back facing Carlos: "Come up, I'll take you there."

Carlos' breath immediately leaned over, and his magic power was almost boiling.Tyron knew that this was the expression of the high elves when they were excited - it was difficult for these guys with strong magic power to blush, but almost all emotional changes could be reflected through the fluctuation of magic power.

The elf's long silver hair fell from behind to his arms, and the color like the flowing moonlight made Tai Lun feel the urge to touch it, but he restrained it, and just calmly unfolded his magic shield and soared into the air.

Soon, the elf's warm body temperature came through the thin fabric, making Tai Lun suddenly feel a little palpitating.He took a deep breath, and the strong breath of life emanating from Carlos poured into his nose. The feeling of being in a sea of ​​flowers made him couldn't help shouting: "Carlos."

"Ok?"

"...you smell like golden thread brocade in bloom."

Carlos was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed: "So I'm the golden brocade? Ah, that's really my honor. People say it's one of the ten most beautiful flowers in Azera."

They stayed in the royal city of Nodara all day, and they just ate and ate with those carnival people from the beginning to the end.After returning to the lair, this day seemed to have never existed and did not bring any change to their way of getting along. For a while, Tyron wondered if he really wasted a day doing meaningless things.

Until one day a month later, Carlos suddenly brought back a golden-red seed the size of a finger and gave it to him.

"Golden thread brocade?"

Carlos smiled without saying a word, suddenly took his hand holding the seed, and gently kissed the seed.His breath sprayed on Tai Lun's palm, and the warm touch of his lips gave Tai Lun the illusion that he had been scalded.In the next second, the golden thread brocade seed suddenly germinated and grew, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of golden threads as thin as cicada silk were pulled out, interlaced and entangled to form a fist-sized, complicated and magnificent flower.

"Today is the tenth year we have known each other." Carlos stared into his eyes and asked with a smile, "Would you like to hear me sing?"