Cheng Qianxun stared blankly at the Elf King standing in front of the bed, not knowing what to say.
But Thurnhill didn't seem to be in a hurry, just stood there and waited.
The dreamlike beauty made people feel like they were dreaming.
After a long time, she found more suitable words: "Excuse me, Your Majesty, why should I move into your room?"
Not only did I move into someone else's bedroom, but I also lay on someone else's bed.
No wonder Kaimarie was like that.
Surprised and strange expression.
Thurnhill seemed to have already figured out the answer to the question: "Because your friend asked me to leave when he left, I must take good care of you and not let you have any accidents.
You have had too many accidents here."
She had probably more accidents than the elves had in a hundred years.
All the accidental injuries were concentrated on her alone, and all of them were good things, such as the Demon-Breaking Arrow and the A sword comparable to thermal tracking.
He looked around: "So I just put it in your room and take care of it."
"That's natural.
Is there any safer place than here?
I think besides the dungeon, it's the only one here."
Thurnhill pursed her red lips, admiring her helpless look: "Looking at you, it seems like you don't trust me. " "Hehe, hehehe."
The corners of her mouth could only twitch.
"Okay, please, Your Majesty.
I am injured now.
I don't trust Your Majesty.
Who else can I trust?"
"It's good to think so.
I hope you won't feel constrained by living here.
I have something else to do, so you can rest first."
Thernhill turned around with his hands slightly on the hem of his robe, wishing that a camera could capture it.
Wait until the stunning Elf King walks out.
Watching the door close, she turned her head and leaned back on the pillow.
"I hope I won't feel restricted by living here."
She imitated the Elf King.
He muttered softly with bared teeth.
It would be strange to be unrestrained.
The elves outside don't know how to discuss it now.
Kemariye came in with a sewing basket.
She didn't dare to sit on the chair.
She spread the coarse cloth she brought with her on the ground and sat on the cloth.
No need to ask, Kemariye knew whose room this room belonged to, and it was really time to go get the needle and thread just now.
Lying on the bed.
I couldn't sleep anyway, so I was just thinking about the unexpected turn of events.
What did the Elf King mean?
It was her judgment based on human standards, which seemed not to be based on her good intentions.
But by the standards of elves, she was not an elf, so how could she know what an elf was thinking.
I can't think of anything.
Looking at sitting on the ground.
Kemariye was embroidering the cuffs of her clothes one by one.
She decided not to waste the source of information in front of her: "Kemariye."
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Amariye raised her head: "Please give me your instructions."
"It's okay, just chatting."
She sighed slightly and said, "I was thinking about Omrod."
After Kaimariye said "Oh", she lowered her head and continued to embroider: "Omrod is very good.
He is the captain of the third patrol.
Prince Elleras values him and Alaindel the most, and often talks with their team.
Go out on patrol."
Omrod is really good, a water elf.
He has some ability and is a minor nobleman.
Also a warm man and an infatuated seed.
But the question is not about this, but to use him to get some words out of him: "No matter how nice it is, it's useless.
I like him, but I don't love him.
I have a fiancé, and now I'm afraid he won't be able to get over it."
Kaimariye glanced out of the corner of her eyes and temporarily stopped what she was doing.
That was tantamount to saying, "You are already living in this room, why are you still thinking about these issues?"
After a moment of hesitation, he said, "The king will advise him Yes, please rest assured.”
Of course, there is no need to worry about this.
Thernhill has great power, and the marriage of elves must be approved by the king and lord.
Elves have a long lifespan.
By the time they get married, many of their parents have passed away and been reincarnated.
The king and lords are responsible for fulfilling their parental responsibilities.
She pretended to be curious: "Hey, you elves, if a man likes a woman very much, but the woman just doesn't like him, what will the man do?"
"Then continue to pursue."
Kaimariye turned her head and thought: "You can play the piano, write love letters, send flowers, show more care, and you can also help matchmaking with your companions.
If the king and lord can help, that would be even better. " These are all things that little boys do.
She looked more and more curious: "Will we use strong methods?"
Seeing Kaimarie's eyes widen, she cautiously prompted: "For example... you know..."
"Only beasts and humans would do this."
Kaimariye blushed and hurriedly defended and denied: "We are elves, how could we do such a barbaric thing.
If you really like each other, you should let the other person Accept yourself voluntarily, and pursue the other person only with patience and love.
No one will be unmoved after a hundred years, unless he pursues it sincerely
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"Yes, even if it is a stone, it will become hot after covering it for a hundred years."
She was really convinced by these elves.
Only the elves could afford a hundred years of pursuit, and she envied the elves' longevity.
No wonder Thernhill said that Omrod's lovesickness would be cured in not less than five hundred years, but in a thousand years at most.
One thing you can rest assured is that the elves are a very peaceful and benevolent nation and will not use force.
Like Omrod, he pursued her for so many days, and just like what Kemariye said, he just played the piano, sent flowers, talked about his feelings, etc., and didn't even hold her hand.
Thinking about those human men in the past who acted both soft and hard, the elves are so innocent, cute and pitiful.
One hundred years, it takes one hundred years to chase a wife, plus the time of call and estrus.
No wonder the fertility of the elves is so low.
It seems that Thernhill placed her in the bedroom to protect her.
In comparison, her human thoughts really blasphemed her good intentions.
Night came again.
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Kemariye packed her things, said she was going out to eat, and went out with her sewing basket.
When Thernhill came in, she understood that this Kaimariye might have to wait until the Elf King left before "coming back after eating".
It seemed a bit cold tonight, so Thurnhill put on a thicker embroidered dark red robe.
The hem of the robe fell loosely to the ground, dragging with his steps.
Unlike usual, his collar was not buttoned up as high as usual.
Untied to below the collarbone.
From the moment the Elf King came in, her eyes were fixed on the open collar, although she knew it was not good to be so lustful.
But I just can’t bear to move away from the realization.
"Judging from the letter dropped from above, they are making good progress."
Thurnhill went to the table next to him to pour wine and brought good news: "They have found the first branch, and they will be on it."
Rest.
The tree is big, probably bigger than this castle, so don’t worry, there’s still plenty of room for them to roll on the branches.”
Thurnhill held the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, then poured another glass.
Watching the Elf King drink cup after cup, she felt a little scared.
Will you have sex after drinking?
So I reminded you softly: "Your Majesty, if you drink too much alcohol, you will get drunk."
Thernhill turned around, with a lazy look holding a wine glass that almost made her cry.
It was so beautiful.
I really want to say, "Drink.
Keep drinking, drink more."
Such a beauty really has sex after drinking, and anyone will forgive her.
"I'm curious about your age."
Thurnhill held the wine glass and drank slowly, looking at it with blue eyes, waiting for an answer.
You can't tell this thousand-year-old elf that your life is not as good as his son's.
In addition, the last two digits may be discounted.
She had no choice but to pretend: "Forgot.
Time has no concept for us."
"So how long can you Protoss live?"
Thernhill finished another glass of wine and poured another glass.
The elves had a good capacity for drinking, so they didn't drink like this.
Keep pretending, she replied: "He may die soon, he may live for a long, long time, it may be thousands of years, I can't say for sure."
"Just like an elf."
Thurnhill smiled and drank another glass.
But he didn't seem to be drunk at all.
After pouring a glass of wine, he said to her: "This is the last glass.
If you drink some wine at night, you can fall asleep quickly."
This is the result of living too long.
You have seen everything you need to see and played everything you need to play.
It is impossible to laugh, dance and play the piano with those young elves who are three or four hundred years old.
It’s a long night and I’m single, so I can only drink some wine.
Finally finishing the drink, when Thurnhill put down the crystal wine glass, the question came again, where was he going to sleep?
This bed is very big, because the owner is very tall.
Maybe he wants to sleep on the bed, but she is lying on the bed.
Seeing Thurnhill walking over step by step, her heart started to beat.
Thurnhill walked to the bed and looked at her, with an unforgettable smile on her beautiful face: "Can you give in a little bit?"
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Ah, I really wanted to lie next to him.
She stammered when she spoke: "Well, well, that's not a good idea.
Otherwise, I'd better go back to my room and sleep."
Thurnhill tilted his head slightly, and his smile seemed to grow stronger: "I just want to get a blanket."
"Blanket" She supported her body and sat up.
There was an extra blanket lying under the pillow, and she quickly removed it.
"I'll do it."
Thurnhill leaned down.
She took out the blanket without paying attention, and wanted to pass it over.
As a result, she turned her head and bumped her face into the other person's chest.
It has a unique smell, like orchid and musk, plus a hint of wine, which touches the face delicately.
"Be careful."
Thurnhill was afraid that she would hit her, so he stretched out his arm to support her.
She really couldn't bear this feeling, so she spent a lot of effort to move her face away from her fat chest.
He didn't even dare to raise his head, but lowered his head to avoid it.
If you raise your head, you will definitely see that stunning and cold face.
She has all kinds of emotions and desires, and she doesn't know whether she can bear it or not.
Thurnhill reached out and picked up the blanket from the bed: "Thank you."
What are you thanking?
Thank you in turn.
Don't come any closer.
You're sweating.
Beauty is irresistible, no wonder heroes have a hard time with beauty, and ordinary people go crazy.
When Thurnhill walked back with the blanket, she dared to look directly at him.
Looking at the straight back, she wanted to pinch herself a few times and wake up.
Thenhill walked to the soft couch by the window, shook out the blanket, lay down on the couch, and covered himself with the blanket.
Looking at him, lying on the pillow in front of the window, even if he can't write poetry, all kinds of artistic conception come out.
"Good night."
Thurnhill said leisurely, his eyes had been closed, and his long and thick eyelashes could be seen.
She was stunned for a long time before responding: "Good night."
Just sleeping like this is not sleeping, it's not sleeping, it's just sleeping.
It seemed that she was indeed too paranoid.
Elves were different from humans.
She lay down and closed her eyes.
How could she sleep well?
There was such a beauty lying not far away.
She couldn't sleep, so she simply turned her head and looked at Thurnhill sleeping on the couch, admiring his beautiful appearance while sleeping until her eyes were sore.
When I was tired, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
At dawn, when she was woken up by the noise and opened her eyes in a daze, Thurnhill was sitting at the table having breakfast.
Wang's breakfast is very simple, a piece of wheat cake and butter, some mixed vegetables, and a glass of wine that has been poured.
"Did you sleep well?"
Thurnhill took the cake, dipped it in the butter and ate it slowly.
She answered honestly: "No."
Thernhill laughed, but said nothing and continued to eat: "It would be great if the elves could be like the gods and didn't need to eat.
On this barren land, they spend most of their time on food."
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"But if you don't have to eat, you will lose a lot of fun."
She thought of something: "Maybe this doesn't affect the elves, because elves only eat vegetarian food."
"I also eat meat.
When I followed my father to eliminate the demons and was surrounded by them, I ran out of food and ate it once."
Thernhill used the cake to scrape the last bit of butter on the plate.
He paused for a while, as if he was reminiscing: "It tastes terrible."
After saying that, he stuffed the last bit of cake into his mouth, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
She said matter-of-factly: "It's necessary if you want to survive."
Thurnhill swallowed the cake mixed with the wine in his mouth, finished the wine in the glass, then put down the glass, stood up, slowly walked to a cabinet, reached out and opened the wooden door.
There was a handful of wine in the cabinet. sword.
She knew which one it was at a glance: "Is it the one I pulled out?"
"Yes."
Thurnhill took the sword off the shelf, turned around and took out the sword: "Do you know the owner of this sword?"
"I don't know, but I really want to know."
She really wanted to know who would use this special sword that was two feet and five inches long, neither long nor short.
"It's my late wife."
Thurnhill's answer surprised her, but she quickly recovered.
Based on the height of the Elf King, his wife should be slightly shorter or equal to Elleras, but such a figure is already considered tall among female elves.
As a queen with a higher status, she would naturally wear a weapon she felt comfortable with, so the sword was made longer.
For a moment, I didn’t know what to say, whether to comfort the widower or express my condolences.
The queen may have been dead for hundreds of years, most likely when Elleras was very young.
The elves didn’t know.
Human beings often find partners who bear the shadow of their parents, and Alaindel definitely doesn't have any shadow of the prince.
Thurnhill looked at the mottled sword body: "She is not the most beautiful, but she is very special and has noble and decent manners.
She left us when Elleras was still in her infancy
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