I'm giggling about something, but I don't have time to play ambiguously.
If I have time, I'd better find other female elves to try.
If it weren't for the fact that the clasp of this necklace is too strong and small and requires help, I would have to call someone for help as a last resort.
Cheng Qianxun waited long enough, but Omrod didn't leave after helping her put on the necklace.
He still stood behind her, looking in the mirror with her, smiling brightly.
It was a pity for such a handsome guy, but she didn't feel anything at all.
Along the way, I met many elites with first-class appearance and terrifying minds.
In comparison, they are smarter.
After all, the lifespan of elves is much longer than that of humans.
When appearance and ability are no longer enough to attract her, love will naturally not arise.
She turned slightly sideways, avoided it gracefully, and asked Alelas at the door: "Your Highness, what's the matter?"
"Just call me by my name."
Elleras explained his purpose: "My father asked you to come over."
"Okay."
She walked out.
Alandel behind her was anxious and quickly came up to hold up the hem of the skirt behind her: "This skirt is precious, don't let it get damaged."
She stopped and smiled faintly: "Everything in this world will break down.
Since you can't bear it, why bother giving it to me?
Just give me a piece of linen to cover your body."
When Alandel heard this, she immediately let go and dragged the back of her skirt, so what if it got torn.
Just like this, he walked forward with his head held high, wearing the elven treasure around his neck, receiving the attention and courtesy of many elves along the way.
Since someone wants to see it, let them see it openly.
After fighting to the death, this is what she deserves.
No matter which race you are from, you still admire the strong ones the most.
But be careful, what kings in the past dynasties would do if they thought someone was too powerful. . .
Generals with great achievements often have a bad end.
Being able to die in battle wrapped in horse leather is considered a good thing.
There are not a few who randomly fabricate a few or even hundreds of charges, and then cut off their titles and behead their entire family.
On the way, I met some elves who were carrying things inside, and the baskets were filled with ores.
There are already many baskets placed on the side aisle.
She walked over and picked up a piece.
It was dotted with gold.
It should be gold ore.
Throwing the stone down and gently patting the dust off his hands, it seemed that Thurnhill had gained a lot this time.
He was not a person who would do business at a loss.
Elleras also confirmed her thoughts: "The city gate needs to be repaired.
These gold ores are used as compensation."
What gate should be repaired?
The suspension bridge was jammed on its own, so should the orcs be blamed?
The orcs actually lost their wives and lost their troops, leaving behind a lot of corpses that they had to clean up themselves.
When I saw Thurnhill again, he was dressed very casually.
A loose linen underwear and an embroidered robe on the outside revealed more sex appeal.
The elves really deserve to live long, they are so beautiful.
God cannot bear to let them age and die too quickly.
Thurnhill was pouring wine, after a glass was poured.
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Holding it in his hand, he turned around and saw her standing at the door, but he was stunned instead.
It doesn't hurt to appreciate such a beauty more, since there's nothing to do now anyway.
The three people who brought her looked at each other and left quietly.
The two looked at each other, she was standing in the darkness at the door, the firelight shining from behind, and Thurnhill was standing inside a cave-like space, holding a wine glass in his hand, as beautiful as a painting.
After a while, Thurnhill came back to his senses, looked down at the wine glass in his hand and then raised his head: "Want to try the newly brewed wine?"
She walked in slowly: "Then have some."
Thurnhill turned around and used his free hand to pour the drink.
The amber wine flowed from the dark green glass bottle into the crystal wine glass.
"Please be less, I don't know if I can drink more."
She admired the other person's back, even the back view was enough to make a woman obsessed.
The female elves here don’t dare to climb high, or they are just visually tired.
If in the human world, those scheming and green tea people would not think of ways to eat up this king who is almost suffocatingly beautiful.
If the king can't do it, then his son is the best choice.
But in comparison, this king has more temperament.
Just like wine, the longer it ages, the more mellow it becomes.
But just like wine, in modern times the older the wine the better, but in the Middle Ages it was considered stingy to serve old wine.
At that time, preservation and brewing capabilities were poor.
The older the wine, the higher the acidity.
Treating guests with old wine was like inviting others to drink vinegar.
Thurnhill paused, then fell a little more, turned around and handed it over.
"Thank you" she took the half glass of wine.
"How do you do it without eating?"
Thurnhill asked curiously.
Even if I encounter a lot of things, I will still be curious when I encounter something I can’t figure out.
After thinking for a while, she raised the glass and said, "I don't know, it's like asking His Majesty how to live forever."
Then she took a sip and moistened the tip of her tongue.
A long-lost taste of wine dances on the tip of the tongue and spreads along the tongue with saliva.
"Your answers are always different."
Thurnhill also took a sip.
"Yeah."
She raised her eyebrows and shook the wine glass.
The wine could hang on the glass which was slightly rough and contained a lot of impurities, but was definitely polished with crystal: "The wine is good."
"Would you like some more?"
Thurnhill asked.
"No, just taste it."
She continued to taste it slowly, three or four drops at a time.
Thurnhill started drinking again, seeming to be thinking about something while drinking.
After finishing a glass of wine, he turned around and poured the wine and said slowly: "Omrod likes you very much."
She asked with a smile: "It's not a rumor this time."
He ran into the room and tested her last time.
"It's not a rumor."
The Elf King poured the wine as slowly and calmly as he spoke: "You can see the spark of love in an elf's eyes."
"Then please put it out."
She said straightforwardly: "I have a fiancé."
Thurnhill paused and slightly protracted: "Don't you like him?"
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"He is an excellent elf, but we are of different races.
People of different races cannot be together, right?"
She had no time to play with love here.
"I understand."
Thurnhill turned around.
But he didn't turn around completely.
He turned sideways and squinted arrogantly: "Omrod is indeed not worthy of you.
Maybe there is another option that you can accept."
It was Thurnhill who didn't understand, so she reiterated: "I have a fiancé."
"People always choose the best, and elves will do the same.
Otherwise, they will slowly decline and destroy themselves."
Thenhill turned around at this time and faced her: "I really want to keep you.
Others The elves also admire and are fascinated by your ability.
As long as you are willing to stay, you can choose a so-called fiancé who will accompany you throughout your long elf career despite our efforts.
You should get along really well, and you’ll have more time to do the things you want to do.”
What's the meaning.
To digest it, that is to say, after seeing her ability, the Elf King changed his mind.
From the original resistance.
The plan to let her go as soon as possible was changed to keeping her.
Seeing that she was silent and lowered her head in meditation, Thernhill exhaled a long sigh of helplessness from her high nose: "It's not your fault if you like Elleras, he is indeed very good and outstanding."
She also saw Thernhill's hesitation.
After all, he was his only precious son.
The Ganoderma jelly grass that he had raised with great difficulty could never be given away to a mixed-blood of unknown origin.
But it could also be seen that Thernhill wanted it very much.
Keep hers.
If Alandel hears it.
It must be very frustrating, working so hard.
As a result, she got mixed up with the squad leader of a patrol team and was sent to take care of her.
If Omrod and Elleras heard it, I don’t know what their expressions would be.
She laughed, and it was indeed funny.
She didn't expect that she, who was the type to eat and wait for death, would be so lucky in this life, and the Elf King actually wanted her to be his daughter-in-law.
Thernhill didn't say anything further.
If he made a promise, his precious son would have a princess.
You must not want to decide on your son so early.
After all, the elves may only have one child in their lifetime, and this reincarnation slot cannot be taken up by half-bloods.
Seeing her smile, he tentatively said: "There are still other candidates."
She suppressed most of her laughter and smiled confidently: "His Royal Highness is still young, so you should focus on your studies.
Marrying a wife too early is not a good thing."
Don't want to keep her, but you can't let go of your son.
She also I won’t cut into people’s hearts.
Thernhill also smiled immediately, a reassuring smile: "It seems that you are indeed a sensible person, then who is your choice?"
Not giving up yet, she became a little angry: "Will your majesty help me get married?
According to your majesty's authority, any elf will accept it even if he is not happy."
"They can refuse."
Thernhill had that kind of philistine but noble look.
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I really don't know how he managed to blend it so well and beautifully: "But rejecting a spouse with such a strong ability is like It’s not a wise choice.
I also believe that you will abide by the customs of the elves.”
If you marry a chicken, you will follow the dog.
If you marry a male elf, you will naturally become an elf.
It was already obvious that he planned to make her an elf.
Without thinking too much, she said with a bit of sullenness, but still with a slight smile on her lips: "As His Majesty said, if you have to choose, choose the best one.
Who is the best elf in the entire jungle?"
Thernhill was stunned, who else could he be?
He recognized him as second, or at most his son as first, and the others stood aside.
She took a sip of wine.
It was false that wine could strengthen her courage, but she could use wine to pretend to be crazy: "If you want to choose the best, then choose the best.
If he can't accept it, then don't force other elves to accept it."
After drinking it all in one gulp, the wine rushed down the esophagus with a slight burning sensation.
It had been a long time since I had eaten anything, and my stomach was already empty.
I could feel the wine entering the stomach and causing a small amount of irritation due to contact with the gastric mucosa: "The wine is good. , Thank you, I will go back to rest first.
Thank you also for the clothes and jewelry.
It is not convenient for me to wear them, and I am afraid of being robbed when I take them out, so I should return them to Your Majesty. " Putting the empty wine glass on the table next to him, he turned around and walked out.
Thurnhill didn't hold back, because he was still standing there in a daze with his mouth slightly open. . .
After walking for a long time, she couldn't help but laugh.
She was probably the only one who dared to marry the Elf King if she wanted to.
The female elf is afraid of being exposed and won't say anything; while ordinary humans, not to mention meeting an ordinary elf, will be stunned by his handsomeness and equipment, not to mention Tharnhill.
When Thurnhill was interfering in the love affairs of his son and subordinates, he might not have thought that there would be times when he was shot while lying down.
Let the noble and proud Elf King marry her as his wife and queen, which would become the biggest news in Middle-earth.
If it comes true, I don’t know how many female elven nobles will be devastated and cry bitterly for several years while hugging their pillows.
"Cheng, how are you?"
Elleras and the others ran over.
She didn't say anything, and walked forward until she reached a place where no one was around.
At the signal of the other two people, Alandel held her back.
"Cheng, what exactly did the king say to you?"
Alan Daier asked.
How could it be said that the stunningly beautiful Elf King wanted to use a handsome man trick to keep her, but of course this handsome man was another male Elf.
First Omrod, then the others, and then he gritted his teeth and hesitated whether to sacrifice his son.
Finally, it was revealed that he was the one who was hit by the arrow. . .
She burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer.
As a result, as soon as the alcohol hit me, my face turned red.
"You drank."
Omrod went to help her.
She waved her hand and gently refused: "Hehe, no, I didn't drink much.
I just chatted casually and had a lot of fun.
Alandel, please bring me the clothes I'm wearing.
I've returned the clothes and jewelry."
"What on earth did your father say to you?"
Elleras also wanted to know.
Looking at Elleras's beautiful yet heroic face, she burst out laughing again, this time she was laughing so much that she was holding her stomach.
If Elleras knew that the topic of conversation was being his stepmother, he would not know how he would feel about his little stepmother who was probably only a fraction of his age.
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Be the elf prince and stepmother of little Aizi. . .
Hahaha. . .
So joyful.
At this time, a male elf came over and said sincerely, "The king ordered me to invite you to the dinner."
It was probably polite to attend the dinner party like this.
After all, she hadn't eaten a single meal here.
Even if you don’t eat, take part and get to know the local customs and customs.
She couldn't stop laughing for the time being.
She smiled and covered her stomach with one hand and supported the wall with the other.
She recovered in the shortest words: "Okay, hehehe, I'm going back..."
Why did he smile like this?
The person reporting the news looked around in confusion, while the three people around him all shrugged or curled their lips to show that they didn't understand either.
Although Alandel and the others asked her many times, she never said anything and just talked about it casually.
Her teammates still haven't been found.
After this war, she is most worried that what her teammates will encounter is not spiders, but orcs.
Elleras replied that the orcs did not encounter their teammates, and perhaps their teammates had withdrawn from the dense forest when they saw something was wrong.
The attack by the orcs also brought benefits, that is, the spiders were beaten and eaten by them, and most of them died.
Now it is difficult to find traces of big spiders in the dense forest.
There are only one or two, and they are hiding in the dark and in the soil.
Recuperate or hibernate
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