Start from Fulilian

"I'm not talking about that. I'm asking what part of your body the evil spirit is controlling?"

Oh, I misunderstood.

Aula felt her blood boiling, and her pretty face, which was already rosy, turned red to the point that it was almost steaming.

Doesn't this show that she really enjoys this kind of thing?

"There are still two feet left... wu... there are still two feet left that are controlled by her."

Except for her feet, Aura regained control of all other parts of her body. She didn't know what method Ivan used to make her body extremely sensitive, so now just hugging the tree trunk had consumed all of Aura's strength.

"It's not time to relax yet."

Ivan's eyes were firm and powerful. When the enemy's life was on the verge of death, he still mercilessly stabbed the opponent's soft spot.

Is it almost over?

Ivan began to think about how to make a perfect farewell after the baptism of the Holy Spear.

But now his faith is running out, and he only has one last bullet. If the effect is not good due to the long distance, all his efforts will be wasted.

and so……

Holy Lance! Weigh Anchor—

Entering the second stage!

"Mmm..."

Having lost the support pole, Aula suddenly felt weak all over and collapsed powerlessly on the grass, but he still held on to the tree trunk tightly without looking back.

"Aura, now release the command not to turn back even though you're holding onto the tree trunk, and then use your feet like this, like that, and like that..."

Although Aura felt a little shy about facing Ivan, she still did everything she was asked to do.

Amidst the last roar of the female demon in the labyrinth, "Aura, you traitor! The shame of the demon clan--"

The forest gradually fell into peace at night.

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When the first rays of morning light pierce the sky, the world awakens from its slumber. The distant mountains are shrouded in a thick green mist that gradually deepens. A golden sun slowly rises, its edges rimmed with gold. Its light filters through the branches and leaves, casting tiny shadows.

Frelian rarely stayed in bed, but got up early. After stretching her slender and somewhat immature body, she subconsciously glanced at the other side of the campfire.

Ivan slept like a mummy in the sleeping bag with only his face exposed, his expression as peaceful as death.

Beside him, Aura's sleeping posture was much uglier, with her arms and legs stretched out to hug Ivan tightly like a pillow.

Fulilian did not make a sound to disturb the two sleeping people. She left quietly and tiptoed to the stream in the distance to wash up.

Walking barefoot on the soft grass, dewdrops sparkled on the tips of the grass, like tiny diamonds, swaying gently in the wind.

Birds chirp, a gentle breeze stirs the leaves, wildflowers bloom in the grass, their petals gleaming with morning dew. Squirrels peek out, leaping nimbly. The entire forest, illuminated by the sunrise, is filled with vibrant energy, a breathtaking scene.

Fulilian looked at her reflection in the stream. Although it looked no different from usual, if one looked closely, one could still detect a hint of annoyance between her brows.

"What on earth is this feeling? A slight bitterness coming from my heart..."

As if to put an end to her meaningless fantasies, Fulilian scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on her face.

"It's so cold...it's obviously summer."

Under the stimulation of cold water, she felt her mind instantly cleared up a lot. She rubbed the space ring on her finger and took out a toothbrush and other toiletries from it.

This very convenient prop was given to her by Ivan. From now on, she no longer needs to carry a suitcase when traveling. It is the most innovative gift Ivan has given her.

Fulilian watched with her own eyes as he put in a lot of effort to make it.

So far, apart from him and himself, only Volame, Zanze and Celie have it.

"This thing... Aura doesn't have it."

The annoyance between the girl's brows finally dissipated a little.

Just as she scooped a cup of clear stream water to brush her teeth, she heard some movement behind her. Ivan, with dark circles under his eyes and unsteady steps, squatted down beside her.

Also start washing up.

"Ha~ Good morning, Fulilian. Why are you up so early today?"

"Because I was woken up by the cold wind."

"Indeed, the bonfire went out without any more wood. Even in summer, with such a huge temperature difference between day and night, it's still easy to catch a cold. Would you like some fish soup this morning? It's perfect for warming up."

"Yes, I want to drink."

Fulilian didn't know what was going on with her. When she saw Ivan, she recalled the strange things he and Aura did in the woods last night, and her fair face couldn't help but turn slightly red.

Now that they were alone together, would he want to do the same thing to me...

"I'm done washing up."

Fulilian hurriedly finished brushing her teeth and hurried back to the extinguished campfire with a little panic.

Ivan: “?”

Is she avoiding me?

Ivan quickly smelled the smell on his body and found nothing wrong.

Looking at the reflection in the stream, there was no strange pattern on the face.

Then why escape?

It couldn't be that because they were alone together just now, he was afraid that the birthday boy would get lucky, right?

The best way to deal with something you can't figure out is to stop thinking about it. Besides, women's hearts are as unpredictable as the sea. Even if Flillian is emotionally dull, she is still a woman. Ivan wisely gave up thinking about it.

"Fish Escape: Fishing Technique!"

After catching a few fish suitable for stewing soup, Ivan returned to the camp to cook. Just then, Aura woke up, so he ordered her to go to the stream to wash up and then come back to help kill the fish and prepare the internal organs.

Fulilian, who had been quietly dazed beside her, could no longer sit still and said, "I'll help too."

Something is wrong, so wrong.

Fulilian, who usually has no interest in cooking and always waits for the meal to be served, actually came to help on her own initiative?

Ivan watched secretly while doing other preparations, such as making a fire and preparing seasonings.

Looking at the lively fish in her hand, Fulilian was in a dilemma.

How should I start?

Not at all.

Aura on the side also looked quite distressed, not knowing what to do.

"Magic cut into small pieces."

The fish that was originally in Fulilian's hand suddenly broke into several pieces, and blood, internal organs and juice splattered everywhere.

"..."

"Did I mess it up?"

Fulilian took a look at her masterpiece. Not only did the fish die with its eyes open, its head was also cut into four pieces, and its eyelids drooped slightly, making it look a little dejected.

Ivan came to her silently, took out a clean handkerchief and helped wipe the blood off the girl's face.

He said in a pleasant tone, "Don't use cutting magic. Instead, use a knife to cut open the fish's belly and clean out the internal organs. Also, remove the fish's gills. Do you understand?"

"understood."

Fulilian lowered her head and went to get another fish, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

Ivan turned his gaze to Aura, "You heard the steps just now, right? Don't use..."

"The magic of cutting into small pieces." Before Ivan spoke, Aura cast a magic similar to that of Fulilian, but it was more violent, and her face was covered with the same and even more filthy blood and internal organ juice.

The sparkling little eyes looked at Ivan expectantly.

"Go to the stream first and wash off the dirt on your body. Also, bring back a few fish."

"Hey——why are you treating me differently?!"

Aura protested, but obeyed the order and hurried to the stream to take a bath.

She also washed off the messy marks on her body here last night, but she didn't expect to have to wash again early in the morning.

"The water is so cold..."

After a long period of commotion, Ivan finally finished preparing the fish soup and filled three bowls with it.

The milky white and fragrant hot fish soup poured into his stomach, and the warmth quickly spread to every corner of his body, making Aula so comfortable that he couldn't help but moan.

"Finally I'm alive!"

Fulilian also held the bowl with both hands and sipped it in small sips. Perhaps it was because this bowl of fish soup contained the fruits of her own labor, so she felt that it tasted better than usual.

She made up her mind secretly.

I'll help Yiwen more often when he cooks in the future...

……

"Zanze, what do you think of this dress?"

In front of the huge dressing mirror, Celie was trying out a bright red evening dress.

Before Zanze could express his opinion, Celie shook her head and threw her evening dress aside.

"No, the color is too bright, Zanze, what do you think of this emerald green one?"

"I think..."

"This one won't do. The meaning is not very good."

Zanze: ...

So what's the point of asking me?

"I think the light blue one looks better!" Zanze said quickly, "It will definitely look great on you, Mom."

"Indeed, but... isn't it a bit too light-hearted?"

"Hey."

Zanze sighed softly and said, "Mom, I think Dad will like whatever you wear."

"That's not the reason! Who wants him to like her—"

Celie hastily defended herself, fiddling with her long hair that hung in front of her chest, a blush spreading from her neck.

"It's because... Fulilian, that's right, I want to teach Fulilian how to dress properly. Look at her usual monotonous white dresses, it doesn't reflect well on the elves' image."

"How do you manage to lie so seriously?"

Zanze complained, "Please hurry up, Dad and the others will be here in about an hour."

"Yeah, let's pick this light blue dress. It's elegant and generous while also having a hint of apricot. Hmph, it's worthy of my taste. Next, let's pick out the jewelry."

Zanze: “…”

She had lived for countless years and was already a mother, but at this time she had regressed into a little girl.

Sure enough, spending an ordinary person's life in a fantasy world had a great impact on her.

And she was so troubled by the picture of makeup.

How should I put it... There was a kind of cute contrast with usual. You know, before today, her wardrobe only had a few styles of home nightgowns. It was only when she learned that Ivan was coming that she suddenly used magic to speed up the silkworms' spinning and weaving, dyeing and cutting.

Unfortunately, Dad couldn't see this scene with his own eyes. During the formal meeting, I guess Mom, who is always so stubborn, would put on her superior attitude again and pretend to be unapproachable.

and so--

"Photography magic, on!"

Thank me later, Dad. This is the best surprise I, your daughter, have prepared for you.

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Ivan came to the ancient elf tree.