Ancient elf as husband

The pile of red fruits quickly bottomed out, but the Chaotian pepper still showed no trace.

Molix's expression darkened completely until the end, "Not at all?"

Jian Yan nodded, "How can you find thousands of plants by yourself?"

Seeing his silence, Jian Yan thought of something, "Quick, take out my backpack."

A tender vine wrapped around her waist, and instead of taking out the backpack, she was sent back to the vine platform to reunite her with the backpack.

Jian Yan didn't say anything. She opened her backpack and took out a notebook with a ballpoint pen fastened at the corner.

She decisively tore off a page and rummaged through the photos of food she had taken on her phone.

The hard work paid off. The bottle of honey sauce she brought used to be a bottle of chili sauce, with a picture of chili peppers on it.

She was drawing while reading. She was pretty good at drawing, but it was a little difficult to draw with a ballpoint pen.

Molix slowly floated to her side. Seeing that she was holding a slender black stick and could actually leave ink, his blue eyes were slightly dazzled and he came over to check.

She painted the chili peppers stroke by stroke like a god, and the difference was not much different.

When I was a child, I often went back to my grandma's hometown to play. Chili peppers were grown in the land where my grandma grew. Although it has been a long time and the memory is a little blurry... Jian Yan can still remember the shape of the leaves.

Soon, a complete plant grew under her notebook. Although the branches were a little blurry, the leaves had clear lines.

Jian Yan raised her head happily, "Done!"

When her elbow touched a piece of cold ice, she realized that a man had been sitting next to her at some point.

She raised her head, and he lowered his head. Their two pairs of pupils collided, only a fist apart.

Jian Yan was so excited that she didn't pay attention. She put the drawn picture into his hand and said, "I have an idea. Post this in your elven city and incite the elves to help find it."

She was a dumpling with heat all over her body. As she got closer, Molix was still burned by her warmth, but his attention was quickly diverted by her.

Holding the thin thing in his hand, he looked around curiously, "What is this? Are you writing something on it?"

"Paper, yes."

The surprise in Molix's eyes became even greater, and gradually turned into surprise, "Do humans also use external objects to record history?"

"..."

Jian Yan seemed to be mentally retarded and was too lazy to pay attention to his caveman remarks, "Did you listen to me? Post this."

A certain man hadn't raised his head yet, so he didn't catch her impatience, so he thought about it and found that this was a good idea.

"Okay, but your portrait is not very clear."

There are horizontal lines on the pages of the notebook, which greatly affects the viewing experience of the pictures. Maybe Jian Yan, as a modern person, is used to reading without much pressure, but Mo Lix finds it uncomfortable.

He waved his hand and used the power of the elves to form a piece of white cloth floating in the air.

He twisted the thin paper with his fingertips. He was afraid that the thing would be broken into pieces if he exerted force, so he held it open carefully.

A magical scene happened. As his emerald pupils flashed, the patterns on the paper slowly appeared on the cloth.

It was as if there was an invisible pen that used the cloth as paper and made marks on it.

Jian Yan was stunned. She looked at this picture and looked at a man with a serious profile.

As expected of an adult, being able to do magic is great.

The hair flows freely without wind, and a white tip with a hint of skin color is exposed from the side of the thick brown hair. The color difference is obvious.

Jian Yan thought some debris fell on his head, so she easily helped him pick it up.