Emily in casual clothes, whether walking or standing, can be described as a beautiful scenery.

But it also stops at walking and standing.

This is the emotion I can't help but sigh when I stand under the fruit tree and look up at the top of the tree.

Emily, who was collecting fruits, moved as if she was fighting, not a moment was not moving and jumping, and there was not a single technique that was not clean and neat.

In her hand was a silver-glittering sword, which was also her usual weapon.

The elves have always cherished their swords, and they will not use them to fight casually until the critical moment.

Of course, this is limited to most elves, and among the elves I know, only the Elven Empress, Princess Anaryta, and a few elders do.

Lirea's sword had long been smelted into a dagger by her for self-defense; Princess Anareta also doesn't seem to take her saber seriously at all, I used to wonder why Princess Anareta, as a little sister, cares so much about her saber, the Elven Empress and Princess Anarita, are so precious to their own sabers?

Now that I looked, the answer was found, mostly under the influence of her master, Emily.

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Emily's position on the tree was constantly changing, and the saber in her hand was constantly flashing with white sword light, and each flicker of sword light meant that one or more fruits had fallen.

Although her movements were fierce, but they were still chic, but she suffered me under the tree, with her hands tied, like a child who wanted to embrace the sky, she ran all over the ground with Emily's figure, while guarding against her face being hit by falling fruits, and on the other hand, she had to catch the falling fruits accurately to prevent them from falling to the ground.

It's not just a technical job, it's also a physical exercise.

By the time Emily finally jumped off the tree, I was tired as a dog.

The grass was full of fruit that I caught and dropped, but fortunately I threw it with little force, and most of the fruit was intact, and Emily was happy with it.

I asked her, "Do you usually look like this when you pick fruit yourself?" ”

She said lightly: "No, I usually carry my pocket up." ”

As she spoke, she took out a neatly folded pocket from her side, unfolded it, and began to pick up the fruits one by one.

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After the fruit is picked, the vegetables are picked again.

Looking at Emily looking for vegetables piece by piece, I suddenly felt a little unbearable, so I asked her, "What vegetables do you need, tell me, and I'll help you find them." ”

"Lettuce, cucumber, lettuce, ......"

Emily didn't refuse or be polite, but directly told me the name of the vegetable she needed.

I listened to it, wrote it down, told her to wait here, and ran to another part of the Elven Forest by myself.

Along the way, I watched to see if Emily was following me, or if someone was following me quietly, but after I ran a few hundred meters, I was relieved that Emily was really just picking vegetables and fruits, and didn't have any other ideas.

Actually, I know a limited number of vegetables, but there are people I know who know a lot about vegetables.

That's right, it's a goblin.

The goblins not only know very well about vegetables, but it can even be said that as long as it is a plant, there is nothing they do not know, understand, or be proficient in.

I promised Emily to help her pick vegetables, but I wanted to ask the elves for help.

But I won't take Emily with me to set foot in the territory of the goblins, because now I don't know her very well, and I don't know whether her position is pro-goblin or hateful goblin.

The former is okay to say, if it is the latter, then the goblin clan will be in danger, after all, Emily is the strongest powerhouse in the young generation of the entire Zephyr Continent.

I can't joke with the survival of the elves.

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Before entering the fairy territory, I first greeted the fairy patriarch, and after entering the territory, I picked up several large bags of vegetables that had been prepared a long time ago, I thanked them, and left quickly.

After leaving, I deliberately put the bag next to me and looked around to make sure that there was no disturbance, and then I carried the bag back the same way.

Emily was still waiting in place, her legs together, sitting on her side, and in the faint light around her, she seemed to be a fairy out of the dust, quietly feeling everything in nature.

I looked at her quietly for a while, closed my eyes and collected my thoughts, and then walked over with the vegetables on my shoulder, and said, "I've been waiting for a long time." ”

Emily looked up at me, and I couldn't help but be fascinated by a faint golden glow from her fair skin.

After a little distraction, I closed my eyes again, cleared my throat, coughed dryly, and said, "What, these are the vegetables you want, you tap them to see if the variety is right." ”

She let out a soft 'um' sound.

I felt a hand take the cloth bag from my shoulder, and I opened my eyes.

Emily is still looking at me, still beautiful and dazzling, but because I am mentally prepared, her beauty is not as intimidating as it was just now.

After counting the number and kind, she put the bag away and said, "Yes, that's it." ”

I picked up the bags one by one, carried them on my shoulder, waved my hand, and said, "Lead the way, I'll send you back." ”

Emily didn't refuse, but walked with me, and by this time, it was past dusk, the street lights were on, and there were a few pedestrians walking around the street.

I asked Emily, "Do you have to pick fruits and vegetables every day?" ”

"Not every day," she said lightly, "only occasionally." ”

"Do you always get home so late?" I asked again.

She shook her head: "It's much later than today, there are a lot of vegetables and fruits in the forest, but the growing places are very mixed, and they are usually picked late at night." ”

"Why don't you go to the store and buy it?" I was puzzled.

"The vegetables in the store are not tasty," she said lightly.

Soon, I followed her to the door of the house, and when I saw her taking out the key and preparing to open the door, I said, "Then I'll go back first." ”

I turned around and was about to leave, when I felt someone behind me tugging at my clothes, and when I turned my head, Emily's hand was pulling at the corner of my clothes.

"Something?" I asked.

She nodded and said, "Thanks to you today, come in and have a cup of tea." ”

I looked at the sky, it was not too late, and I guessed that Phoenix had not yet cooked, so I nodded, carried a few bags, and followed in.

Emily's treehouse was small, not even a third the size of my treehouse, and the furnishings were quite simple, except for the necessary furniture, and there was only one more ornament - it was an old picture frame, and the pictures in it were slightly old.

In the photo, a pair of smiling and sunny men and women are holding a baby in their arms, still asleep in swaddling clothes.