Elf Story from Another World

Chapter

A ray of clear spring slid over the snow-like jade skin, and the flame lit in the simple fire set up nearby gave off a warm and soft light, illuminating the thin body in a warm bright yellow-orange color.

The stone vat was filled with hot water, so much that water would ripple out if anything was put into it.

And when a child was stuffed into the bucket, water rippled out from all sides, slid over the stone wall and dripped to the ground, making a ticking sound.

The little guy in the bucket took a deep breath and dived into the water. The already overflowing bucket was filled with water, and another large amount of water emerged. Her brown hair floated on the water like tangled seaweed.

After a moment of tightness, he got out of the water and stood up.

This is Ou Yue. A series of previous experiences have made him dirty, so he urgently needs a bath.

His long, messy brown hair hangs down his back, and his skin is not what a boy should have. His body is like a body made by God himself, and it could even be carved into a sculpture based on his likeness.

The upper half of his body was thin and muscular, with not a trace of extra fat on his body, but he was not thin. Every bone in the body is attached to smooth and tender muscles, and four abdominal muscles are vaguely exposed on the lower abdomen. It seems that he is not less crazy than usual.

Elves are like this, each one is like a work of art from nature, so beautiful that people can't help but feel dazed when they look at it. After all, living things will like beautiful things.

Ouyue shook his head, and his messy long hair was flying around. Then he impatiently pulled the strands on his head, and took a dagger from the shelf next to him. Why should a dagger be placed in such a place? Who knows? This is a gathering place for the undead, and their brain circuits are obviously different from those of the elves. Ouyue stared at it for a long time while taking a bath, not thinking about it, and then simply stopped thinking about it.

He took the dagger and cut off the part of his hair that was too long. Although the elf never takes care of the tangled hair on his head, he resents the tangled hair covering his sight. So when you feel it is in the way, just grab some sharp objects, such as a knife or a sharp stone and cut off the excessive length.

Ouyue threw the cut off part into the stove. The fire was almost extinguished by the pressure, and then the flames ignited again, this time it burned brighter than before.

He stretched out, climbed out of the tank, and landed lightly on the ground.

At first, he was worried about the hygiene of such a dark room, but now he is completely relieved. Because the floor here has been wiped clean, even if I touch it with my hands, I can't touch any dust.

Ouyue took the prepared cleaning cloth from the shelf. This cloth was made of plant fiber. If you guessed it correctly, it should be made of the huge branches and vines outside.

It's really not comfortable. Not to mention it's hard and not very absorbent. But I really can’t blame the skeletons here. They have already tried their best to provide the best conditions, and it is appropriate to accept them with gratitude.

Ouyue was wrapped in this green cloth and sat next to the stove to warm herself up.

He exhaled and tightened the towel in front of him.

It's not warm here, but fortunately there is a fire, otherwise Ouyue would be too cold to even move.

He moved forward, closer to the fire, so that he could get a little warmer.

He yawned, hugged his knees with his hands, and curled up into a ball. His dark pupils reflected the firelight, and the warm light made his cheeks blush.

Ouyue hadn't rested for a while. Suddenly, after eating like this, she took a hot bath and couldn't help but feel tired.

But a cold wind blew over in time, and Ou Yue shivered, her sharp ears raised, like a frightened cat.

The tiredness that had just surged up was suppressed instantly, and Ouyue's teeth couldn't help but tremble.

"It's so cold." He said softly, and at the same time he shrank tighter. His already small body was compressed again, looking more like an inconspicuous cloth bag.

Its shadow moved, and a black monster emerged from his shadow. The huge body slowly enveloped Ouyue.

Ouyue was stunned. He suddenly felt that he no longer felt so cold. He looked at the thing holding him in his arms and smiled: "Thank you."

The big block-shaped head tilted, and its two white eyes looked at it, and suddenly slowly bent, as if it felt happy because of this thank you.

Ou Yue shook her head and felt that the messy curly hair on her head was almost dry, so she slowly stood up and walked on the cold stone floor with her bare and delicate feet.

He came to the door, and there was a black cloth bag on the shelf. I heard that the skeletons had sewn it for him out of fresh cloth, but they didn't open it, so naturally they didn't know what was inside.

Ouyue breathed into her hands to warm them up a little, which were slightly red from the cold. Then she untied the cloth bag and shook out the clothes inside.

A pair of very loose black cloth trousers with a thin strip of cloth on it, probably used to tie it around the waist to prevent it from falling down. A very loose black cloth top also comes with several cloth strips, which should be used to tie the wrists and ankles to prevent loose clothes from impeding movement.

His expression couldn't help but twitch. This decoration reminded him of the vicious wizards in those stories.

Just when he was hesitating whether to put it on, the cold wind blew in through the crack in the door. He was so cold that he put aside his prejudice and put on these clothes in a few clicks.

The fabric should be good, because Ouyue felt that she didn't feel any burden after putting it on, and it was very warm and comfortable when wrapped around her body.

He squeezed the cloth bag and found something else inside. After pouring it out, it was found to be a cloak.

The cloak is made very thick, probably for warmth.

There are also a pair of cloth shoes. I really don’t know where they measured Ou Yue’s foot size, but it actually fits just right.

Ouyue put on her cloak, tidied it up briefly, and then looked around. She couldn't help but find that there was no mirror here, so she couldn't see her own appearance.

He opened the door, and the warm firelight greeted him, making him feel like he was in a storybook.

And the costume he wears is probably that of a villain like a witch. At the end of the story, he will probably be hacked to death by a paladin with a sharp sword, or hung on the stake and burned to death. Ouyue couldn't help but feel a little helpless. He looked down at his clothes, and the more he looked at them, the less he felt like a good person.

"You've finished washing." In the room, Nasha was sitting on a chair combing her damp hair.

"Tell me why there isn't even a mirror here." Oyue saw that Nasha was having a hard time combing her hair. Because she couldn't see it, it seemed that her braids were tied crookedly.

"Skeletons don't like to see their own bodies." Nasha said casually: "In addition, they have no useful place to go, so it is rare to see mirrors in places where living corpses gather."

The clothes she is wearing now are the same as Ouyue's. They are a "Wizard" suit sewn from black cloth of unknown material. Maybe those guys have lived here for too long and have long forgotten that beauty exists in this world. When it comes to vocabulary, clothing, etc., it seems that I just want to be able to wear them.

After Nasha arrived, she immediately washed her body. Before that, Oyue took the kraft paper she found on the table to write down a diary. This journey was so sudden that it would be a shame for the screenwriter of his life not to write it down.

"Hey, hey, it's not a good habit to read other people's diaries," Ouyue said helplessly after seeing clearly what was placed in front of Nasha.

"What you said is as clear as what I understand." Nasha made a face at him: "By the way, why do you have to write the diary in Elvish? I think these words are very troublesome to write. Maybe it is easier to write in common language. a little."

"Can you speak the language of the undead before the peaceful period?" Ouyue asked.

"You have to know that it turns out that the undead also speak Elvish. We don't have our own language." Nasha said helplessly: "I may have told you before that I can only understand part of Elvish. I can simply use this to teach others." It’s very difficult to communicate, let alone read and understand the corresponding text in this language.”

"That's good." Ou Yue actually breathed a sigh of relief: "This way you won't understand what I wrote."

"Haha." Nasha twitched the corner of her mouth and said softly: "Do you know that when you are illuminated by the light like this, your whole body looks warm and it looks delicious."

Ou Yue subconsciously took a step back: "Calm down, calm down. Let's change the topic."

The threat inside and outside the words could not be more obvious, and Ou Yue would never be able to escape in a place like this.

He looked at the big thing with a need for shelter, and found that it had turned into a clothes hanger and stood at the door.

"What are you making a fuss about?" Ouyue looked at it and smiled bitterly.

The same goes for when he's at home, where the big guy becomes a piece of furniture most of the time. First it was a knife and fork, then a bowl, and it wasn't until it turned into a pot that Oyue realized that it was growing. So it developed all the way to the wardrobe. I wonder if it will simply become a house in the future? Ouyue was a little cranky, and she didn't know when Nasha had come over.

When he turned around and saw Nasha's blood-red eyes looking at him with a smile, he almost burst into tears: "Seriously."

"The blood stored here is stuff that has been kept for who knows how long. It really doesn't taste good." Nasha licked her lips: "Hey, let me tell you."

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, turning into a smile with a perfect arc. The two small fangs that had been hidden in her mouth were also exposed.

"No, I refuse." Before Nasha could finish her words, Oyue jumped back and leaned against the wall, looking very scared.

Seeing his panic, Nasha couldn't help but cover her mouth, as if to hide her smile: "It's okay, a little blood won't kill you."

She grabbed Ou Yue's collar and pulled him in front of her: "Hey, I'm starting."

Ouyue tried to struggle twice, and then sadly found that she could not compete with this monster in strength. Her hands holding the collar were slender and looked extremely weak, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not make those hands loosen. .

Ouyue looked at the beautiful face in front of her and said with a grimace: "Can you please be gentle? It hurts. It really hurts."

"You agree." Nasha licked her lips, looking very expectant.

"Can I disagree?" Ouyue asked with a little hope.

"No." Nasha refused simply and neatly, leaving no room for refutation.

"Then the only choice I have left is to agree to this choice." Ouyue gave up struggling, closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly, revealing her white and slender neck, with the two blood holes on it having just healed. , underneath the freshly fallen blood scab is skin like a newborn baby.

"Thank you very much." Nasha hugged Ouyue, and they looked like they were brothers and sisters.

Ouyue's face was filled with a hopeless expression. The girl in her arms had no trace of extra fat on her body, and her white hair exuded the woody scent of a cedarwood comb.

There are quite a few people who have hugged him. Basically, because elves like newborn children, those who are not familiar with him will come up and pinch his face, and those who are familiar with him will just give him a big hug. In the past, when I fell asleep, I could only sleep soundly by hugging my brother Ori.

There was a numb and itchy feeling on her neck, and Ouyue felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. The sleepiness seemed to come from deep inside her body and gradually spread throughout her body.

Ouyue gradually lost consciousness, and the anesthetic effect in the vampire's saliva had already taken effect. This feeling did not feel like sleeping, but like his soul was emerging from the body little by little. Gradually it turned into a puppet that couldn't use any strength.

Nasha had no intention of cherishing Ou Yue, who was slowly softening into a puddle in her arms. Two fangs pierced into Ou Yue's skin, reaching the artery. The blood supplying life needs slowly flowed into her body. The little face becomes rosy and shiny, cute and ferocious under the fire.

It wasn't until she was full that Nasha slowly raised her head, stuck out her tongue and licked the two blood holes that still had a little blood, and slowly waited until no more blood came out.

"Good night." She leaned against Oyue who was already asleep and whispered in her ear: "I wish you a sweet dream."

Nasha burped and yawned. She was also very sleepy. She hadn't slept for a while this time and it was time to rest.

She put Oyue in her arms on the bed. There are two beds in this room, each bed is covered with beds and quilts.

But Nasha didn't move two steps to another bed. Instead, she lay directly next to Ou Yue, hugged him and yawned.

"May the great ancestor grant us a good night's sleep." Nasha said softly, her breathing gradually became steady, and she slowly fell asleep.

There was only the crackling sound of the fire burning in the air, and the room was warm and comfortable. It was indeed a good place to rest.

But not everyone can have the leisure to have a good sleep at this time. At the same time, two impatient guys are causing a chaos in this underground world.