East boundary

Chapter 7

The elves themselves have weak desires, and rarely have ordinary people's fancy thoughts and worldly desires.Thranduil defended his country for the first half of his life, and spent the rest of his life ruling the forest kingdom in the forest. His queen died after giving birth, and Legolas rarely got close to him, which made him even more famous among the elves. Purity of heart and asceticism.

But this time is obviously not good, in front of Cang Qi, he is passive, which subverts his strength as a king for thousands of years, the strange thing is that he doesn't feel disgusted.When palms touched and bodies hugged each other, his heart beat like a river in the forest, lingering and throbbing among the mountains and boulders.

The sun is about to rise, and the majestic Fang Grotto can be seen far away in the gradually dimming light of the stars and the moon, while the huge stone pavilion is hidden in the clouds.

Thranduil looked around, and there were lush green forests everywhere, which eased his restless mood a lot.

This is the top of Langya Peak.

A gurgling brook flowed from the smooth boulder, and slowly passed the two people's feet. Thranduil squatted down, took a cup of clear water with both hands, washed his face, and the cool water hit his skin refreshingly.

Thranduil hadn't bathed for several days, and the sticky feeling on his body made him extremely uncomfortable.How much I want to jump into the water and wash myself thoroughly. Of course, there may be cannibals here, so I can only think about it.

Looking back, Cang Qi had disappeared at some point.

Thranduil stood up, there was indeed nothing but the dense and dark forest.

He stood where he was, looking at the dim forest, and tightened his thin lips.

After a while, he seemed to give up. He found a rock and sat down. He took off his silver boots, rolled up his trousers, and soaked his calves in the cold water. Later, he would walk down the mountain with these feet go.

Thranduil lowered his eyes, still hoping that Cang Qi could bid him farewell, even if he had to leave, he would not come and go silently like the wind, after all, he was going back to Valinor, and they would never see each other again.

Never see each other again.

When Cang Qi walked up, he saw Thranduil's legs soaked in the water. His slender legs were as fit as snow, and his wrists with his sleeves rolled up showed a beautiful arc. He suddenly thought of an ancient extinct spirit bird. Their necks are white and soft, yet vigorous and flexible. They are covered with faint fluorescent light, stepping on flowers and holding snow, piercing clouds and ravines. They fly high, and their slender down feathers are never stained with a trace of flying debris.

Of course, Thranduil is different, his beauty is more laced with coldness and arrogance, making people unable to get close to him, and can't help being afraid.

There were footsteps approaching behind him, it was the familiar pure and fresh air, the sky was still there, Thranduil was happy in his heart, but he held back and didn't look back, the other party came to his side, holding a roll of green leaves in his hand, and handed it to him before.He smiled and said, "Little elf, drink it."

The cone made of big green leaves is filled with crystal dew, exuding a sweet aura. Thranduil knows that this kind of dew is called sweetness, the first dew on the young leaves that sprout slowly on the tree in the morning. A dewdrop disappears when it sees light, and must be collected "when the sun is not shining, when the aura is at its most correct, and before the golden dew returns to its sweetness".

The aura of Middle Earth is getting weaker and weaker, which has threatened the survival of the elves. The natural aura of Huiganshui is indeed a good medicine for the king of elves.

However, I don't know how much energy it takes to collect the water of this leaf, Cang Qi is so strange...

Seeing that he didn't respond, Cang Qi wondered: "What's wrong?" Could it be that the elves have evolved a physique that can eliminate five grains?

Thranduil looked at him, knowingly asked, "What is this?"

Cang Qi looked at the dew in his hand, this is a very simple yet complicated question, as if asking, why Cang Qi is Cang Qi?Why do the sun and the moon always rise?

There was something in Thranduil's words, and he wanted to ask him, why did he bother to collect the sweet water?Just for an elf who gets along for two days?For thousands of years, he has been obsessed with the interests of the kingdom and the victory of wars almost every day, immersed in statecraft and tactical planning. I don’t know how much thought he has put into it. The king’s thought is that as much as he pays, he will get back more better.

"You don't need to do this." The tone that blurted out was very cold.

This kind of goodness that should be taken for granted, this kind of silent care, pure and clean without asking for anything in return, made him inexplicably worried and anxious. The Elf King wanted to tell him that he didn't need to be so kind to everyone, it was not worth.And he has nothing to repay him, he should be selfish.

In fact, Cang Qi didn't know the idea of ​​Hui Ganshui. The upright and pure Jinlu Water was a gift from nature, and it was just something he got at hand.But the elf's tone is really unpleasant, why is that?

He sat on the stone, looked at the water gently swaying in the leaves, the sky was getting brighter and brighter, and the aura on the water surface was disappearing little by little. After thinking about it, he smiled and said, "It's nothing, you need it."

Indeed, I need it.Reach out to catch the dew, Thranduil thought to himself.

He was a little annoyed at his inexplicable temper.

The sweet dew slides into the throat, flows into the lungs, and responds to the limbs, as if the whole body is comfortable and full of vitality.

"How about it?"

"Well, it's very good, but it's not as good as mince wine." Thranduil understood that in front of Cang Qi, any obsequiousness or flattery would be foolish.

Cang Qi never needs or disdains to speculate on another language and intention hidden in other people's words.

Cang Qi didn't mind the unkind words of the Elf King, even though he didn't know what wine was.But it was probably something delicious, so he nodded.

Thranduil looked at him and smiled: "Do you know what wine is?"

Cang Qi said: "I don't know."

Thranduil became interested, and continued to ask: "That tastes good, do you want to try it?"

Cang Qi chuckled: "I don't want to."

"...Oh, what a pity." Thranduil withdrew his gaze, didn't he have any curiosity at all?

At the end he added: "You should try it, especially after taking a daily bath, drink a few cups, soothe the muscles and blood, nourish the essence and vitalize the bones. There is nothing more delicious than this." It's unbelievable, There are people in this world who are not interested in wine.

Stepping on the round and cold pebbles, the Elf King felt very comfortable, and remembered the long time in the giant green forest.

"Don't move." Cang Qi suddenly whispered, and Thranduil's right hand suddenly clenched the dagger placed beside him.At some point, a thin aquatic plant was wrapped around the instep, slowly floating in the water.

However, what he cared about was not this aquatic plant, but the warm hand holding his ankle at this moment.It was this strange touch again, soft and warm, and the heartbeat began to be uncontrollable again.

"What's wrong?" Thranduil tensed his body, and asked in as calm a tone as possible.

Cang Qi looked at him and smiled, "It's okay, it wants to suck your blood."

The Elf King opened his eyes wide: "...Is this all right?"

Cang Qi said innocently: "...Hasn't this been smoked yet?"

"……makes sense."

Seeing his brisk smile, Thranduil relaxed inexplicably, as if it really wasn't a big deal.

It was this damned inexplicable sense of security again.

He looked down at the wiggling grass, wondering: "...why doesn't it suck?"

"..." This time it was Cang Qi's turn to not understand.

The two people were not in the same state, what Thranduil saw was a small grass, and what Cang Qi saw was a giant vine with sharp teeth, which opened its mouth like a green snake and stared at it.

The blood of the Elf King is delicious, and it attracts the thousand-year-old blood-sucking giant vines in the deep mountains.