Sooner or later, you will be mine, whether you admit it or not!

Thranduil couldn't help but laugh as Vernoll lowered his head and let out a whimper of pain. When he was satisfied that he could win the other party in his own way even if he didn't wait for www.biquge.info a reply, he was driven by his emotions to touch the other party's cheek. As soon as she wiped away the tears from her face with a slow, gentle movement, Vernoll suddenly fell into his arms. The words that came out of the staccato cry once again destroyed all hope in Thranduil.

"It's not that you don't want to make a choice. It's that I don't have a choice at all. Trembling slightly, Vernore wailed, and in the hazy eyes of tears, he gave a clear reminder: "You know that whether it is in Middle-earth or Amen, we can only love one in eternal life, and you know that my eyes will always be on the top of a spirit, whether in Middle-earth or Amen." What is the essential difference between letting an elf who can no longer love accept you and being violated by a foreign race?

Vernor succeeded in using these words and the image of Okpa in his eyes to make all the beautiful fantasies of Thranduil a dream.

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All the Wood Elves waiting at the entrance to the war zone will never forget what they saw that evening.

When the curtain covered the entire land of Middle-earth, the godless elven king mechanically walked into the camp on his legs. When he met the wood elf, he closed his lips tightly and didn't say a word, not even a glance in response. During the short walk back to the palace from the entrance, the elf king, who was still weak, actually raised his foot several times and kicked away the items within his reach. Although his strength was not great, he was half-filled, and the freshly warm wine jug was under his light kick, and as he spun it, he threw the wine inside onto the bodies of the surrounding creatures, including the elven king who treated him roughly.

The Wood Elf squires knew that their king liked clean robes, and definitely did not like to wear clothes that were wet with wine. Secretly looked at the angry elf king who was angry and tired for a few more layers, and he didn't know whether he was angry or tired, and the wood elves who didn't dare to go up and caress for a while had to turn their heads and cast a look for help to the advisor who walked at the end. When they turned around, they were shocked again. Although he kept his head down, every living creature could see that the eyes above the silver mask were unusually red and swollen.

It seems that His Majesty's temper tantrum has flare again. not only taught the advisor a hard lesson, but also trained her to cry and swollen her eyes. Fortunately, it wasn't trained in front of us, otherwise wouldn't it be a shame for the advisor at all?

In order not to risk the swollen-eyed advisor from being reprimanded by the king, several wood elves emboldened themselves and walked over. As they carefully lifted the Elven King and walked towards the palace, the remaining few Wood Elves walked to Vernor's side.

"Your Majesty must be weak, so it is not comfortable to look at anything. He definitely didn't mean to target you. The youngest waitress smiled embarrassedly and muttered in a low voice, "Your Majesty has also trained each of us, and you are the last to be trained." Much better than us......"

"Yes, yes. Although Your Majesty has a bad temper and even reprimands you for starting a fire, Your Majesty still respects you very much. The other wood elf took Vernor's hand and echoed. "Your Majesty will leave you a copy of whatever he thinks is good. You must not be angry with His Majesty because he has been reprimanded and stop being loyal to him......"

Of course Vernore knew what these adorable wood elves were worried about. They did not want to see the king alienated from his advisers, and they did not want to have any resentment against the king. Touched by the loyalty of the wood elves, but had just been freed from the great torment, Vernor nodded, and said with some gloom: "How dare I be angry with the elf king? ”

The wood elves around her did not relax, and they opened their mouths one after another and began to count the Elf King's care for her. Even back at the palace, they still recounted in Vernor's ears the things the Elven King had done for her, such as rewarding her with treasures made by the best craftsmen in Middle-earth, and designing the patterns on her clothes. Although these behaviors are only small favors in the eyes of Vernor, who grew up under the nourishment of his father's love.

For creatures who have lacked love since childhood, some of the elven king's actions are indeed extremely lethal, and they can also capture the other party's sincerity very smoothly, but Vernorr is not lacking in love. Although her father's love flowed slowly through Vernor's life like a stream, it was so soft and delicate that it did not have much practical help, but it nourished her high pursuit of love.

After tasting Yiya's best love, how can she be moved by the superficial care? The nobility of the spiritual level allows her to face all the care indifferently, and she can also identify whether the care comes from sincerity or has other intentions, so the content of the wood elf attendant just now will not bring her too much touch. On the contrary, it was the elf king's insistence on proving her sincerity, which caused her to suffer a lot of impact on her heart.

At this moment, Vernor's eyes actually appeared in front of Thrandil's eyes every moment that touched him.

The elf with a broken face, who was not afraid to offend all the allies and help her out of the danger of fiddling, the orc leader who was shot in both arms but pulled the orc leader she wanted to capture, and calmly said "I love you" amid the sound of countless arrows The warrior, the creature who wielded the Starlight Gem and lost consciousness with blood in his mouth, the king who knelt in the empty exit of the defense, begging to save her without any consequences, the Thranduil who showed with a gentle kiss that he didn't care whether her face was damaged or not, the humble man who was so terrified that he couldn't believe it was the truth every time he faced her subtle response......

"You're right. Your Majesty he...... Treat me very well. After responding to the wood elf beside him with these words, Vernoll patted the female elf who was holding him, and replied with bent eyes: "Don't worry." How could I have been reprimanded by His Majesty and then ceased to be loyal to him?

But I was destined to live up to his true feelings. No amount of emotion can change the fact that Okpa is in ashes, and no amount of emotion can make me respond against the wishes of King Ou. After all, me and him are just mistakes that have bred in the dust of Middle-earth. If you can not be impressed by the conditions offered by King Ou back then, and firmly refuse to intersect with him, it will be a good thing for all living beings, right?

In the relief and laughter of the wood elves who let go of their worries, Vernor, who blamed himself, lowered his head and walked towards the palace with his legs like the elf king.