: Chapter 8

Those are the brows and eyes that make any language instantly pale, it is a face that is absolutely unimaginable without seeing it.
Xiao He had seen Fan Shen and Al's statue, but the shock at that time was only one percent of the present.
A person who is alive, has vitality, and is so dazzling, is an existence that makes it impossible for anyone to look away easily.
Frozen there, Xiao He didn't know what he thought, maybe he really didn't think about anything, just looking at it like this is enough.
At this moment, the quiet needle falling in this gorgeous hall can be heard. Standing in it, only the Elf King El at the door, the War Minister Lance in the center, and Xiao He whose eyes and head are not enough at the same time.
Al walked forward slowly, his self-cultivation robe moved slightly, and a little bit of stars bloomed in an instant, like a flowing galaxy, thousands of stars gathered into it, willing to sink and float.
His posture was gentle, but anyone who saw it knew that this was the most beautiful pace. It's not just extravagance, but also innate elegance. He is like walking across the Liuhe on the stars, coming from the ancient prehistoric lands covered with the moon, and with a slight glance between the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, everything has bowed his head.
Xiao He finally recovered, not because he suddenly became resistant to him, but because of Al's voice.
"Get up all, today is Lan's birthday, I'll celebrate his birthday."
The low and graceful sound quality is like his whole person, just watching and listening, it is like bathing in dazzling light, can wash eyes and ears at the same time, making people's five senses immersed in a perfect experience beyond imagination Among.
Xiao He felt inexplicably that this unexpected trip might not be that annoying.
At least he was very fortunate that he could see such a person in his life, and he really had no regrets.
Lance half-kneeled on the ground, the pure-color blond hair blended with the azure blue clothes, as if the blazing sun collided with the clear sky, even when he was looked down on, he was proud of his respect.
"My King Enzhong!"
Al leaned over and lifted him up extremely naturally: "It doesn't have to be like this between you and me."
Lance took advantage of the trend, but did not raise his head. He still lowered his eyes, his posture and voice were respectful: "Your Majesty, Lance will follow eternal life."
Al didn't say much, just turned his head slightly and looked at the elf boy next to Lance.
Staring at him suddenly, Xiao He clenched his palms vigorously.
Al looked at him, a pair of eyes that were as clear as the blue sky of a spring day fell on him, as if it were substance, which made Xiao He inexplicably think of the magic bath before, refreshing, warm, and at the same time refreshing.
It's hard to speak or even feel strange, but Xiao He felt that what he described was correct. In addition, he likes him to watch him, even though it is so shameless.
Just as Xiao He was wandering around Taixu, Al smiled softly and whispered: "Very charming hair color."
The last time he heard the same sentence, Xiao He could still vomit blankly, but now... he can only... listen.
Lance's eyes were dim, Al had already walked to Xiao He's eyes, looked down at him, and said softly, "Is it good to be my partner?"
Xiao He: To be honest, I don't think this proposal is very good, because I will forget a lot of things when I look at you. This stupid look, I think it's pretty stubborn, so you still don't...please Bring a sack (Japanese: wait a moment), he is Fan Shen, a patient, I have to heal him to go home, so...
"Okay." The elf boy said in a voice that was almost arduous.
But no one in the whole hall would have doubts. This is normal, and they would be surprised if they really refused.
What they were truly shocked was that the Elf King, who hadn't participated in the Glory Ball for three thousand years, finally found a dancing partner who made his heart fascinated.
Why he? ! Why is it such a humble Tier 7 elf!
Swish swish... countless eye knives come here, but fortunately, Xiao He is fascinated by beauty, otherwise he would definitely be scared and run away right now.
Lance's admiration is, at most, the envy and hatred of those elves below Tier 4, but he is admired by El, hehehe...This is the rhythm that he intends to fight the whole elves!
The first person to regain his senses was Lance. He was startled first, and then smiled heartily. The dazzling blond hair set off his handsome smile and made him even more dazzling: "I knew you like black, I should go dye it, let it be plain. The little guy got a chance."
Al chuckled, "Your blonde hair is the most beautiful scenery in Yanar."
Yanar is the capital of the elves and the most supreme place in the entire elven kingdom. The meaning of this sentence almost means that Lance is the most beautiful elves.
But everyone knew that Lance's blond hair was bestowed by the Elf King.
Xiao He didn't know exactly how the banquet ended, anyway, he had already changed a place when he recovered.
He has left Xinglan Castle and followed Al to the tallest building in Yanar, which is also the apex of the entire Elf Kingdom-El Palace.
Xiao He was blinded by Lance's car before, but he didn't expect that in a day's work, he would sit on the elf king who was several times more beautiful and dazzling than before.
There are a total of eight four-winged pegasus, a large carriage like a moving gem castle, and the beautiful light and shadow created by the refracted sunlight.
This is not just a question of gorgeousness at all, but a symbol of identity and status.
Xiao He was a little nervous, sitting there, dare not say a word.
But Al was much easier-going than he thought.
"Would you like something to eat?"
Xiao He shook his head vigorously.
Al asked again: "Thirsty?"
Xiao He shook his head again, but after a while, he felt that his throat was very astringent, so he nodded again.
Al didn't mind a little bit, but smiled, raised his hand slightly, and an elf brought a beautiful drinkware and poured him a glass.
Xiao He didn't know whether to use his left hand or his right hand. He remembered that Kewen had taught him etiquette, but he had already learned a little bit, and now he was nervous and completely forgotten.
But it’s too uncommon to ask for water and not drink it. Xiao He hesitated for a while, and simply let it go, it, drink it first!
So, he reached out and picked up the quilt and drank it.
After drinking, he was a little dumbfounded again, was it too fierce? Looks like you should sip slowly?
Fuck, as a man, he finally found that he was not used to the life of the elves!
"Don't be nervous, just be natural." Al looked through his thoughts and comforted.
Xiao He was very grateful for his caring and affection. He just wanted to say something, but saw Al standing up and suddenly approached him.
Xiao He blinked, he was a little unable to breathe, this face was a bit unbearable from a distance, so close, he could almost feel his little heart wailing overwhelmed!
And... what is he doing so close suddenly? !
In the next moment, Xiao He understood.
Al stared at his lips, raised his left hand, and ran his white fingers across his lips: "It's on the lips."
Original... It turns out that this is the case. Xiao He's heartbeat has become a little smoother, and he is a little embarrassed. To be honest, the Ayers are really nice and gentle!
The thought just flashed in his mind, and his eyes widened again.
His majesty the splendid elf king licked the finger that had just wiped the corner of his lips, and said ambiguously: "Very sweet."