Trembling surrounded by elves [Western Fantasy]

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In an endless sea of ​​golden flowers, a thin girl lay.

She only wore close-fitting clothing, which accentuated her beautiful and youthful figure.

What was incompatible with this tranquility were her frowning eyebrows, her messy long black hair, and the large and small scars on her snow-white skin.

The plump red lips were pursed tightly, as if she was experiencing a catastrophe in a dream.

Beside her lay a five-year-old boy.

He was wrapped in an ill-fitting brown robe, and his wheat-colored face was engraved with strong features that were inconsistent with his age, exuding a strong aggression. Although his face was expressionless, he looked angry.

It was in sharp contrast to the girl with a painful expression on the side.

That day, Shizi hugged Bo Yi, who had turned into a human, and ran away with Sylvan from Fumo Ridge. Just after leaving the terrifying woods behind him, Persimmon's spirit could no longer hold up, and his vision went dark and he fainted.

The little boy blinked his eyes and woke up.

He stretched out his fingers with a cold face and looked at it twice, then stopped showing much interest in adult matters and turned his attention to the persimmon next to him.

The girl lay quietly among the flowers. Several naughty little butterflies landed on her body and face. They were startled by the approaching boy and flew away.

He stretched out his small hand and pressed it between the girl's brows. After making her brows relax, he stretched them out from top to bottom without blinking his eyes.

"Idiot." He cursed at Persimmon.

An insignificant Demonic Ridge was scared like this.

He has no ability and no courage... If it weren't for him, this fool would have died a dozen times.

He was disgusted in his heart, but his fiery gaze moved from his eyes to his nose, and then to his lips. Boyi continued to look down at the small chin and slender white neck...

He was stunned.

The boy suddenly blushed, changed from his previous cold and calm attitude, and stared blankly at Persimmon's bulging chest.

The girl murmured twice and woke up from her sleep. The first thing she saw was a pair of small dark blue eyes staring at her.

These eyes are so beautiful, like the endless deep sea.

She looked at the little boy, then at the robe on her body, and remembered everything that happened before she fell into coma.

"Are you...Bo Yi?" Persimmon ignored his own pain and sat up in surprise, "You were born!"

He didn't speak, but still stared at her directly, his expression not friendly, even a little cold, as if he wanted to poke a hole in her face.

Persimmon picked up his coat and tried to put it on the boy, but Bo Yi coldly pushed him away. He pointed at Persimmon's chest and ordered:

"Suit up!"

Persimmon was stunned for a moment, then collapsed on the grass with laughter.

He was clearly a child of five or six years old, but when he opened his mouth, he had the deep voice of an adult man in his twenties and thirties, and he even spoke seriously about persimmons with a straight face...

The voice that was seriously inconsistent with the appearance was very funny, making Persimmon burst into laughter.

After laughing for a while, she saw that the boy was still staring at her fiercely. She coughed twice, suppressed her laughter and blushed and said, "What about you?"

Boyi glanced at his body and said seriously,

"My servants will bring the clothes..."

Persimmon rolled on the ground with laughter, "Please, stop talking hahahahaha..."

Sylvain went to find water and came back with the little tiger. Seeing Persimmon wake up, the little tiger flew over and wanted to get into Persimmon's arms.

A string of electric sparks interrupted the little tiger's leap...but it was Bo Yi who failed to attack the little tiger.

The little tiger was sitting among the flowers five meters away, looking at Bo Yi with a grin on his face, his expression quite ironic.

The air was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder.

Just as Boyi was about to wave his hand to launch the next attack, Persimmon took his little hand and teased him, "My great master, you are an adult. You will be laughed at if you fight naked."

For some reason, Persimmon felt that Bo Yi and Little Tiger had never seen eye to eye. He thought the feud started when Bo Yi persuaded Persimmon to leave Little Tiger. But depending on the situation, neither of the two little guys could hurt the other, so they were allowed to play around.

Although the little tiger can avoid Bo Yi's attack, it can't get close to Persimmon's arms. Thinking of this, its mouth dropped and it stared at Bo Yi gloomily.

On the opposite side, Bo Yi held Persimmon's hand tightly and looked at the little tiger with a proud expression.

What a kid, actually fighting with a small animal. Persimmon looked at Bo Yi and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

"Is there any water nearby?" Persimmon asked Sylvain.

“There is a clear stream in the southwest, not far from here,” Sylvain said.

"Take Bo Yi to wash up and change his clothes." Persimmon led Bo Yi to Sylvan and handed his hand to Sylvan. Unexpectedly, Bo Yi flicked his little hand with an arrogant look on his face. Turn your back. Sylvain could only smile awkwardly.

"If you want to be my master, you can't be so dirty." Persimmon gently wiped the dirt from the boy's face and coaxed the child in front of him, "Go, I'll wait for you here."

Boyi looked at Persimmon doubtfully.

This was different from what he had learned. His father said that he could have his own servants when he became an adult, so why did he still have conditions here in Persimmon?

He does need to be cleaned though. Bo Yi glanced at Persimmon. Before Persimmon could see clearly, he had already reached the little tiger and lifted it in the air by its neck.

The little tiger kicked and bit him with a look of resentment on his face, but he couldn't break free from his clutches.

Bo Yi gritted his teeth and yelled at the little tiger in a manly voice, "Stay away from her!"

Persimmon covered his face helplessly...

That night.

This sea of ​​flowers seemed to have no boundaries, and several people walked all afternoon without going out, so they had no choice but to rest on the spot.

The little tiger dozed off, and Sylvain also went to bed early to prepare for vigil in the second half of the night.

After rushing out of Fumo Ridge, Shizi and Bo Yi slept here for two days. It's not completely safe here.

It was so deserted that they didn't even know where they were.

All the legends about the siege ended at Fumo Ridge.

The sea of ​​flowers undulates under the moonlight like a waterfall, and the cool night breeze carries fragrance. It is really a peaceful and pleasant night. Persimmon enjoyed this rare peace, recalling the thrilling scenes in the woods again in his mind.

She turned her head and met Bo Yi's eyes in the dark night.

These eyes are like those of a hunter staring at his prey.

Although Bo Yi looks like a child, the majesty and coldness that contradict his appearance are engraved in his dark blue eyes. This domineering temperament weakened his handsomeness a bit, and the strong aggression in him also made Persimmon a little uncomfortable.

It's really scary when Boyi doesn't speak. Persimmon thought.

However, when Persimmon saw him holding his hand tightly and doing childish things, Persimmon couldn't help but treat him as a child and care for him.

"You don't need to keep vigil, go to sleep." Persimmon said.

Boyi still stared at Persimmon.

Persimmon chuckled, "You've been staring at me all day, and you haven't seen enough? Do you really think of me as your mother?"

Uncle Yi raised his eyebrows, glared at Persimmon fiercely, and turned away. But after a while, it returned to its original state.

When he was in the egg, he often imagined what Persimmon looked like. What did her mouth look like that was so angry that it cost one's life? What does she look like when she smiles? Now he could finally see.

He couldn't get enough of it.

"There's one thing I'm particularly curious about. Why did Sylvan become a teenager when he became an adult, but you became a child?" Persimmon was a little curious.

"It's spiritual power." Boyi said.

Excessive consumption of spiritual power will damage the elf's body and change its form.

Therefore, Boyi's body should not look like this. It's still some time before he actually reaches adulthood.

Persimmon didn't understand all this and started teasing the boy in front of him again, "So Sylvan is stronger than you!"

"Humph." Bo Yi looked disdainful.

"You little brat, you don't like to talk, and you get angry all the time!" Persimmon didn't know where he offended him again, so he coaxed him and said, "Little Bo Yi, how old are you?"

"Don't let me hear the word 'little' again!" Bo Yi said fiercely, "Ten years old."

"Ten years old? No wonder you are young... Sylvan is already a thousand years old!"

"Why are you so stupid?" Bo Yi couldn't bear it anymore, jumped up and hit Persimmon on the head, "How can goblins compare with elves? I'm talking about the Thousand Yuan Era!" Bo Yi looked at Persimmon arrogantly, "Remember Yes, elves calculate their age according to the Millennium Era!"

Seeing Persimmon's silly look, he didn't know if he understood, so Bo Yi had to add, "A Thousand Yuan Era is a thousand years, you idiot!"

So what Boyi said was ten years old was actually... ten thousand years?

Persimmon was speechless. This is really an old goblin, no wonder her voice is so rough.

"So that's it..." Persimmon approached Bo Yi and asked, "How long can the elf... live?"

Boyi said lightly, "She's only over a hundred years old."

More than a hundred years old...a hundred thousand years?

In the world she lived in, people still lived in caves a hundred thousand years ago.

Is this an elf?

"Are you from the Leopard tribe?" Persimmon stepped back unconsciously, not daring to offend the "living antique" in front of him again.

Boyi stopped talking again.

Persimmon knew that he didn't like to talk, so he stopped forcing himself. However, if the Leopard people were to see this scene tonight, they would probably be so shocked that their eyes would fall to the ground.

As the second son of the leader of the Leopard Clan, Thane Hurt, Boyi inherited the Leopard Clan's spiritual talent from the moment he was born - he is a natural elf of nature.

He was able to use the power of lightning when he was just born, and blew up his old father's hair off guard... and also split open a spruce tree that had grown for thousands of years.

Of course, he also inherited the unique arrogance and bad temper of the Leopard clan. He doesn't like to talk and doesn't even want to talk to anyone. Even the patriarch and his wife rarely hear a word from him.

The news that "the second young master of the Leopard Clan is mute" quickly spread throughout the besieged city, but not many people discussed his amazing talent. Gradually, some people began to say that he was disabled or a freak, and others said that he was the illegitimate son of the patriarch... Until one day, he didn't know whether he was tired of the rumors or tired of staying in the besieged city, so he ran away to the wasteland.

He never returned home for thousands of years.

But he doesn't hate talking to Persimmon.

He doesn't hate Persimmon talking to him either - although it's a bit annoying sometimes, it's still bearable.

In the night, his eyes engraved Persimmon's face deeply in his mind over and over again.

What a complete idiot. he thought.

But... fortunately, I met myself.