Little Lori chattered with Christina about the stories she had heard from Elan. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Christina couldn't help but look at Elan in amazement, there were very few literate people among the common people, let alone storytellers, who usually only told boring jokes and fantasies.

"You made up these stories?"

"I've been working in a tavern since I left the orphanage, and the guests who come and go always like to talk about what they've seen and heard, and the legends they've heard.

I've sorted out the interesting things I've heard a little bit, and I'm going to use it to coax my own children in the future!" Elan raised his glass to Christina and said with a smile: "How's it going? Isn't it good? We can all use it to coax the children!"

Christina was well aware of the ambiguity in Elan's words, and the part of her cheek that was not scaly appeared flushed, and she quickly changed the topic and said, "What does the Nord man who taught you combat skills look like?"

"He's tall, he's strong, he's determined, and he's always fond of remembering something when he's drinking.

You know, I wasn't very old at the time, and I didn't know anything different about that person. ”

At this time, Elan quietly gave little Lori a hint, and little Lori immediately got off Christina and ran to Hetty's lap next to her.

"Can I invite you to a dance?" said Elan with a smile, taking Christina's hand.

There were several rescued people in the house who were playing with musical instruments, and they were the bards who followed the caravan group.

The female barbarians gathered around the campfire in the middle of the house, dancing wild and rough dances, every movement was full of a sense of power, a toned body, bright eyes, it was a relaxing war dance.

Christina, who doesn't hate Elan, so she doesn't know whether to refuse Elan, is just pulled by Elan's hand and comes to the campfire.

The barbarian's war dance was over, and Elan first ran to some of the bards and said something to them, and then returned to Christina, and in a very aristocratic manner, gently squeezed Christina's hand.

Suddenly, as the bards played music, Elan took Christina and danced a delightful dance.

"It's a polka!" exclaimed many people present.

Derived from the Elvish language, polka means lover, and it also represents a dance called Secret Between Lovers.

The audience began to fall silent, and no one could have imagined that Elan would dance this dance of elves expressing their love, and that she danced so well that it was not even worse than the dancers of the Hyfinga City Opera, or rather more charming.

Because of Elan's dance partner, Christina, her dancing is also full of charm.

Christina was in a trance, when the music sounded, Elan's dance steps began, and Christina, who had been taught by good etiquette, subconsciously cooperated with Elan, but she didn't expect Elan to dance a polka.

Oh my God, there aren't many elves who can dance a polka well, but Elan can actually dance, and dance very well, this is not only the voice of Christina, but also the voice of everyone present.

By the time Christina reacted, she was caught up in the sound of the music and Elan's infectious dance moves.

The Cydirol Empire has ruled the continent for half an era, and the culture of the elves has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of all races, so the people in the room all showed appreciation for Elan and Christina's wonderful polka performances.

The music of the polka is fast-paced, the dance steps are gorgeous, the enthusiasm is wild and varied, the cross-steps, kicks, jumps, and spins are dazzling, and the dancing of Ellan and Christina completely interprets the meaning of the polka.

It was the first time they danced together, but they showed an unusually tacit cooperation around the campfire, and Elan's eyes were always fixed on Christina's eyes, neither frivolous nor affectionate, a warm and soft emotion.

In his previous life, Elan, who often went to nightclubs, was more of a show, but there were also one or two times when he was really tempted.

Unfortunately, the women in the nightclub always play routines, and after a few times, Elan never thought about playing for real anymore.

This time he met Christina, he got to know each other from all sides, and found that Christina is a strong, independent, and good-natured girl, as for what kind of hot body, well, he put it in the second place, as for whether others believe it or not, anyway, he believes it.

When the last note fell, Ellan wrapped her arms around Christina's waist, and Christina fell backwards and lay in Ellan in her arms, holding Ellan by the neck with both hands, and everyone watching this scene burst into fierce applause.

Helping Christina up, Elan embarrassedly and secretly screamed a fluke, he just realized that Christina's height was about the same as him, this was when Christina was not wearing high heels, could it not be a fluke?

Later, when he saw that someone was going to invent high heels, Elan decided to kill the other party first.

He and Christina were facing each other at this time, close together, their noses almost touching, feeling each other's breath, Elan's throat couldn't help but roll, and when she was about to go further, Christina pushed him away.

"I'm going to take a look at Amelia, she's going to be drinking again if I'm not there!" Ellan smiled happily as she watched Christina's slightly flustered footsteps.

This is the happiest moment he has had since he came to this world for more than 17 years.

The scene was noisy again, and a few men of great courage invited the female barbarians to dance together, and few men dared to do so, because most of the men were not as tall as the female barbarians.

In particular, Peters, who was eight inches shorter than Elan, and who had always been invincible to women, was rejected by several female barbarians in a row, and even a female bard rejected him.

This almost made Peters move, but Felix hurriedly grabbed his friend.

"Jerome, it looks like my housekeeper has taken your guards prisoner!" said Sinia, making a rare joke, "I can't tell he's a civilian!"

"Unfortunately, he's a human!" Jerome whispered, turning the silver wine glass in his hand.

Christina, who returned to the table, saw that little Lori had really drunk a lot of wine, and little Lori fell into Hetty's arms drunkenly, pillowing a soft big pillow, and smacking her mouth from time to time, "Another drink!"

"It doesn't matter, Amelia drinks cider, and we've been drinking storm spirits since we were kids!" Hetty said with a laugh.

"How can Amelia compare to you!, God of Dawn!" Christina patted her forehead.