The sadness almost ignites in the eyeballs and then disappears without a trace. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Vernoll maintained a flat expression and lowered the speed of speech. "Attacking others with demonic language and speculation is something that only the weak do, and it is completely incompatible with your noble status. Of course, if you must show your weakness on my surface, you can continue. Vernore lowered his eyelids and focused on the armor on his chest. "You can do what you want, but I don't want to waste time on the weak. Now, I'm going to rest. ”

"The first thing I did was ......," Thranduil grinned as she grabbed her hand as she unfastened the clasp of her armor. "Throw you out the window. ”

He never doubted his abilities. He'd done this twice to throw Sindar out of the window. Although the second time was quite difficult, he had to push his head on it.

Vernore smiled slightly, and as the hand began to exert its strength, and as her foot was about to lift off the ground, she pressed her toes lightly, allowing her body to move rapidly in the direction of the force.

The blonde hair opened in the air and flew in the direction behind Thrandil. Behind him is definitely not where the window is!

The scent of grass clings to Thranduil's collar, and while his mind is still in a state of stagnation, the breath slowly weakens. Then he felt the world spin and his body became heavy. The slender body landed heavily on the soft and warm mattress before the owner's mind was clear. When his nose touched the shiny sheets, Thranduil vowed to kill the woman who threw him on the bed. However, Vernore apparently did not give him this opportunity, and as he propped himself up, one of Vernor's boots landed precisely on his waist, and as the blonde hair fell in front of his eyes, Vernor's knee was pressed against his back. When he moved slightly, he felt a pain all over his body.

The fresh scent of grass bloomed behind his ears, but the words from the source were not at all as lovely as the breath.

"I've warned you that malicious verbal attacks will only make you appear weaker. And in terms of action...... Obviously you don't have that kind of strength. Are you angry that a flower that has been trampled on at random has not bloomed in you, Thranduil? After two coquettish, brief laughs, his back lightened.

When I looked up, Vernor was already standing under the bed, his eyes focused on her left shoulder. She wore the layers of shoulder pads like a dragon. This expensive heavy shoulder pad, the position of the buckle is delicately hidden under the dragon lin, and it is impossible to untie it without the help of vision. At this time, the buckle of the left shoulder pad had already been unfastened by her, and there were three.

Thranduil expertly pulled the dagger from the head of the bed. He had always regretted not putting his bow and arrows beside his bed, and with all his might he aimed his dagger at Vernor. If he hadn't been thrown into bed before this, he swore he would never have targeted Vernor's chest. Honorable as his father, he only pressed his hands on his back. Thrown on the bed by a female elf, does he still have the face to face his father or any other elf?

For the sake of being a Sindar elf, and the whole family has received the honorable face of your father, I will give you the greatest honor.

The sharp tip of the knife had already touched the robe that the armor had not covered. At this moment, the poor prince's attention was all on the dagger, and he did not notice that Vernor's expression was flat, and even his vision did not change.

The boots made a sound of grinding against the smooth ground, and the silver silk robe was a finger's distance from the tip of the knife. The robe moved downwards brought the shoulder pads, which had been unbuttoned, to the tip of the knife. The tip of the blade, reflecting the silver light, sank into the cascade of the shoulder guards, and the contact between the metals made a crisp sound. The hand holding the dagger did not feel any resistance, and the entire dagger was engulfed by the gap in the shoulder guard until only the handle remained.

"You're such a funny kid. Vernor met Thrandil's gaze and shook his left shoulder without waiting for him to make any movements.

The dagger and the shawl made another "clang" sound, and the two metals snapped together tightly, and no matter how hard Thranduil tried, the dagger could not be shaken in the slightest.

With a flick of Vernor, the dagger detached from Thrandil's hands. Thranduil's forearms were held by two slender hands, and a pair of beautiful legs wrapped around his waist. When his forearms were released, his vision was filled with flying blonde hair, and the strength of his legs at his waist carried him off the ground. After drawing a graceful arc in mid-air, he landed on the bed first. The elf, who was striking at him, stood on the bed with great agility, and one of her feet was on the prince's chest.

The female elf bent down slightly, looking down at him in a condescending manner. The tail of the blonde hair hung right down Thranduil's bare neck, causing an indescribable itch.

"If there is a next time, you will not fall in bed, but out the window. Vernore withdrew the foot that had stepped on the prince. With the intent of showing off, she easily pulled the dagger from her shoulder guard in front of Thrandeil, and reversed it, handing the handle to Thrandil.

For the first time, the elven prince discovers that failure is not so terrible. The contempt of the victorious opponent is more terrible than the defeat. Do you want to try again? He hesitated, and did not immediately pick up the weapon.

Fun!, Vernoël couldn't help but smile, she obviously guessed what Thranduil was thinking. "If I were you, I wouldn't let myself be defeated by the same creature three times without enough certainty. ”

"You're just living 300 years longer than I do, and you're having more time to train. One day I can throw you out the window. ”

"Our esteemed prince seems to be interested in looking out of the window?" said Vernor, looking sideways out of the window, his wandering eyes brightening as he saw what was outside the window. No wonder the prince was so obsessed with the window, it seemed that it was indeed the most well-equipped training ground. Can I use your training ground too?"

Thranduil's good education allowed him to be stingy in sharing things with others, but he was reluctant to follow Vernor's wishes. Thinking that the female elf in front of him had already humiliated himself twice, he turned his head angrily to see Vernor's side, and said that even if he killed me, there was no need to talk about it.

There was a brief silence in the large bedroom. Vernorr shook his head slightly, placing the dagger gently at Thrandil's side. The latter did not move, ready to completely ignore her presence.

As she undressed her armor, she put on a very soft voice. "Venerable Prince, I am very sympathetic to your feelings. Not to mention a noble prince, even an ordinary elf can't stand being forced into a strange creature in his bed. ”

This sentence only made Thranduil turn his body on the bed and express his greater displeasure with his whole body turned away from Vernor.

Vernore suddenly understood King Aurel's anxiety. She walked around to the other end of the bed with a smile and bowed her head in a very respectful salute. Facing the angry eyelash that shot out of the ice-blue eyeball, she whispered, "Please forgive the prince for my selfishness." Because I need your father's help, I have to agree to him to be your advisor. I promise you that I will not force you to do anything without violating the will of your father. ”