The evil demon king in the puppy stage grabs my little biscuits

The dragon has been very excited since he woke up, and Xinuo tried to guide him to sleep with him several times, but he bypassed it by bringing up other topics.

Worried about arousing suspicion, Hino did not continue to force him to sleep, and patiently listened to Ilsa finish what he wanted to say.

Ilsa was really excited.

Hino looked sleepy, and kept asking him to hug him to sleep, but Ilsa deliberately avoided this request.

Inexplicably, he felt that Hino wanted him to stay awake and continue talking.

Hino seems to be in a state of extreme panic, which is Ilsa's subconscious feeling.

But Xinuo on the haystack looked very calm.

The strong contrast between intuition and sense made Ilsa very uncomfortable. Even when Hino was asleep, he never felt such flustered feeling.

For some reason, after all the problems were solved, my thoughts became more restless.

Ilsa wanted to go over and hug the elf tightly to confirm the existence of the elf, but whenever he tried to get close to Hino, the illusion that Hino was crying to stop would disturb his thoughts again.

So Ilsa retreated to the window after stepping into the treehouse and put the elf away, keeping the distance and calming the illusion a little.

On the way to the Black Forest with Hino in his arms, the feeling kept emerging. Several times, Ilsa even wanted to throw the person in her arms away.

He actually wanted to leave Hino behind, in the sky.

This thought made him both horrified and annoyed. He stayed awake and flew to the Black Forest at a faster speed, talking to the elf constantly, trying to regain some familiar sense of security.

But things didn't go as expected, the elf on the haystack made him feel more and more strangely strange, and the previous desire to melt Hino into his arms completely disappeared.

Even, what Hino said just now made Ilsa feel faintly uncomfortable. It was the first time he had this kind of rejection of the elf when he grew up.

There is a sense of estrangement.

Ilsa is not a dragon who is used to analyzing his own feelings. He doesn't like the inexplicable words that Hino said about dedicating himself to consolidate his power for him, just like he didn't know why he wanted to be so hopelessly close to Hino before.

In the past, even if Hino was dealing with government affairs, Ilsa could lie at the table and watch him in a daze for a long time. Even if Hino was completely ignored, he could still feel happy.

But now that feeling is gone.

Ilsa kept talking to Shino, trying to get back the elf in his heart, but every response from Shino made him feel more strange and irritated.

Hino seemed to notice that the dragon was a little unhappy, and immediately supported his body, leaning gracefully against the wall: "Come here, please? Ilsa, there are many elves looking at you outside the window, I don't want them to look at you like this. "

Ilsa looked out of the window upon hearing the words, glanced around, and then turned to Hino and asked, "That elf king with long face and white hair is the villain who wanted to expel Nana?"

Hino was taken aback, and wanted to ask what he was talking about, but quickly restrained the urge, and only smiled, pretending to know what Ilsa meant.

Ilsa narrowed her eyes and said dangerously: "Ilsa will have a good talk with him."

Hino felt that Ilsa was going to make trouble, so he would have no chance to do it when Ilsa fell asleep.

"The Elven King is not a bad guy." Hino immediately explained: "He welcomed us so warmly just now, and asked me in a considerate whisper, 'Do you need to prepare a separate residence for your lover?' He also took good care of you."

Ilsa was shocked when she heard the words, and was just about to ask "what lover" when she realized that the "lover" was referring to herself.

An unprecedented surprise dispelled Ilsa's chaotic thoughts.

But he didn't show too excited, he hoped that Hino would get used to the identity of "Ilsa's lover", so he had to accept this identity very naturally.

"For the sake of his ability to talk, Isa can let him die quickly." Isa emphasized seriously: "Isa will not let any villain who bullies Nana go."

"You must have misremembered." Hino explained: "The elf king never bullied me, maybe some other partner was playing with me. When I was a child, I was heartless and occasionally quarreled and fought. Afterwards, I forgot, what kind of hatred can there be between elves?"

Ilsa's heart skipped a beat, and the terrible strangeness overwhelmed him for an instant.

How could Hino use "heartless" to describe that fragile, confused and inferior childhood?

"How long are you going to look at me like this?" Hino slowly unbuttoned his clothes, stretched his waist, and looked at the dragon: "If the prince who defeated the monster has a chance to continue that kiss now, he will come over hug me?"

Ilsa didn't speak, still staring at the pale golden eyes of the elf, after a while, he walked over.

Hino pursed his lips into a smile, lay down instantly, and stretched out his hand to the dragon.

Ilsa took the hand he offered and knelt on the edge of the bed, still staring into his eyes.

Hino asked in a hoarse voice with a charming smile, "What are you waiting for?"

As soon as the words fell, the dragon bent down and pressed down on him.

The dragon's strong physique collided with him.

Hino was startled by Ilsa's momentary release of oppressive feeling, and his whole body went stiff.

In other words, Lan Ye was startled.

When the male dragon expresses his love, he will release a certain energy frequency to deter the opponent, and in this way, the female dragon will feel his strength and reliability.

Although the body of the elf cannot accurately perceive the energy, the subconscious fear of the extremely dangerous predator will still be suddenly aroused.

Hino should be used to it, and it is impossible to be afraid of this dragon because of this. Lan Ye was worried about showing his flaws, so he immediately raised his arms, trying to cater to Irsa's possessive aura as much as possible. It collapsed very tightly.

Ilsa didn't take the next step to possess him, but just held him tightly in her arms, which almost made him unable to breathe.

Lan Ye didn't refuse, and hugged his neck even tighter.

Ilsa's face was still buried in the neck of the elf, but her pair of purple pupils were coldly opened, and there was no obsession with this flexible and fragrant body in her eyes at all.

If it were normal, he would hold Shino like this, and Shino would already be as soft as goat's milk and melt into his arms.

But at this moment, Ilsa could only feel the stiffness and resistance of the "elf" in her arms.

The arrows condensed by the sun are still falling like torrential rain.

But the priests of Aowei and the army of troll mermaids all noticed that the penetrating power of the light arrows was far worse than before.

Few of the arrows were able to pierce the priest's protective ward and bring down the warriors of Orway.

And the priests finally got a chance to breathe, and looked at the silver-haired elf by the sea who suddenly exploded the sun with murderous intent.

Di Carlo's panting sounded like a broken bellows, his arms were trembling uncontrollably, but he still stretched his chest open to block Tai Lun, trying to absorb more power from the sun.

However, it is already the limit.

The priests expanded the barrier and led the army of trolls to come in full force like Mount Tai.

He heard Tai Lun's hoarse voice behind him: "If you can't hold on, get out, and leave the rest to me."

Di Carlo suppressed his breath and pretended to be relaxed and replied: "I'm just getting started! Stupid fish, but I'm sorry, I accidentally dried you in the sun, do you want my brother to personally carry you into the sea?"

"Don't be so stubborn." Tai Lun mocked hoarsely.

"Who is stubborn?" Di Carlo knew that although Tyron possessed the strongest dream-weaving spiritual power of the mermaid clan, he was only suitable for one-on-one small-scale combat. At most, it can only delay enough time for Di Carlo to escape and hide, and he himself will be exhausted and captured.

Of course, Di Carlo also knew that it was better to be captured alone than to be captured together. He knew this truth when he was very young-it was better to watch his parents die obediently than a family of three to die together.

But he still knows now that it is more painful than death to let the person he loves deeply in exchange for his life.

The talent he had unknowingly exploded just now was no longer able to absorb more light energy. The light arrow fell on the enchantment of the group of priests, like a feather falling on the frozen sea several feet away.

He knew that the evil and ferocious monster was about to break through the sea and tear him and the "mermaid dry" behind him into pieces.

he won't go.

Seeing the dirty enchantment rushing towards him, Di Carlo calmly accepted his fate, he stood up straight, and said seriously: "I am the one who got to know you persistent and kind-hearted idiots in this life. Thank you for letting me chase you all the time and trying to be a better version of me, thank you for giving me a home."

After saying the last word, Di Carlo closed his eyes against the oncoming barrier.

There was a long silence.

He heard Tai Lun complaining in a hoarse voice: "How long are you going to stand stupidly? With this strength, can I retreat as soon as possible?"

Di Carlo was taken aback, opened his eyes in surprise, and found that the army of priest trolls not far away was in chaos, and the originally powerful protective shield became weak at this moment. Through the barrier, the trolls and mermaids frantically avoided the arrows that could not be resisted with physical objects, and had no time to continue attacking.

"What's going on?" Di Carlo really doubted that the gods had cared for him now, and the gratitude surging in his chest made him turn around and carry Tyron on his shoulders while reciting the prayers of the elves.

It was not God who saved him.

The army of priests suddenly fell into chaos and withdrew their defensive power, all in order to transfer the power back to the defensive barrier outside the hidden island.

Just now, an unbelievable force launched a fierce attack on the defensive barrier formed after they landed on the island.

The defensive barrier was condensed by thousands of priests, and the witch priest corresponding to the part of the barrier that was attacked fell to the ground instantly, with blood flowing from his mouth and nostrils, and died on the spot.

The power of the other priests immediately filled in the missing positions, but the terrifying energy outside the barrier launched a violent impact more and more violently each time.

The army of priests hurriedly concentrated all their energies to defend against peripheral raids.

It is impossible for this terrible shock to last too many times. The priests intend to concentrate on resisting external reinforcements first, and then deal with Di Carlo and Tyron.

But they didn't expect that the situation of the battle had changed from this moment.

The Jedi counterattack of the kingdom of stars has begun.

Ilsa is back.

The author has something to say: I originally planned to publish the decisive battle chapter in one go, but the second half of the chapter has been revised several times and I am not satisfied. Wait for me to think about it and post it tomorrow morning