Chapter 1862: Brother is the Elf King (58)

Therefore, the drunken Elf King is really good at cheating.
Yu Chu raised his hand, the green pattern flickered, and the light spread out along the fingertips.
Those vines suddenly seemed to get orders, slowly wrapping the ankle king's ankles.
Garthel gave a slight glimpse.
Although he does not seem to be drunk at this time, he is not very able to think about the problem.
So the rattan was entangled, and he had a bit of strangeness and doubts, staring at the green leaves.
"Ai Weiwei?" The juvenile is as clear as a stream of sound, a little more pure ignorance.
Yu Chu gave him a look.
Since the debris wants to do it, she does not reject it. Only this time, I must press him to the end.
"Brother... these rattans, will always listen to me?" She whispered and asked.
Gassel blinked.
His eyelashes are long, reflecting the green and clean pupils below, and he frowns honestly: "Well."
The girl clapped her hands. "That's good."
On the bed full of fruit trees, the rattan wraps around the boy's wrist, and in the twilight of the Elf King, pulls his hands to the top of his head and entangles them.
Yu Chu is also prepared, so that this time, as before, the halfway is pushed down.
Pure and long golden hair, at this time slightly scattered around the cheeks, the elf's long ears are white and delicate, the tip of the ear is dyed with a blush.
He is a bit confused.
The girl next to me leaned down, her fingertips opened the snowy white coat, and softly kissed the boy's lips.
Gassel looked up slightly, but his wrist was tied, but the boy did not feel anything wrong at this time, slightly breathing, and the green color was misty.
The fingertips of the chestnut elf went down the collar, lightly down, and slowly turned, in exchange for the more gentle breathing of the Elf King, and the white face was redder.
The teenager subconsciously wanted to block her hand, but when the wrist moved, she suddenly found herself tied.
He was slightly wide-eyed, and the sparkling eyes of warm, pure eyes seemed to be a little overwhelming.
"Ai Weiwei?" The dull voice is a bit hot. The slender teenager wants to huddle and avoid the kind of heart-felt touch, but the ankle is also tied, and the vines pull the juvenile slender legs apart.
The elf boy hangs his throat, and even the white tip of his ear is slightly sagged, looking a little pitiful.
He moved his wrist and whispered again and again, "Aegis... What are you doing?"
"Isn't my brother want to do it?" The girl lifted her long, chestnut-colored hair on her shoulder and leaned over.
The dawn of the young man, quickly changed from ignorant and ignorant, to nothing and confusion, "No..."
Unfamiliar feelings, unclear, seemingly painful and seemingly pleasant, but because it is too strange, so that the pure elf feels a little resistance.
"No, Igvi. Ah...hey..."
The hoarse voice gradually disappeared, leaving only a rush of breath, and a low-pitched control. The blonde hangs loosely on the shoulders of the teenager and gently sways.
The ear of the elf is as red as blood.
He tried to struggle several times, but when he was drunk, his consciousness was not clear, and the vines had been firmly tied, and the red marks were faintly smeared on the white skin.
In the juvenile, the mist is transpiration, and the twilight is somewhat devoid of ecstasy. If the thin lips of the petals are opened, the result is only a breather, and the voice is slightly broken.
The teenager whispered: "... are you faster?"
Yu Chu: "..."