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"I've seen other human beings, who are very possessive, look at people with eyes that seem to want to swallow them in one gulp, and they will only be willing to take what they like when they take it from their own hands. Yan Ya's tone was very complicated.

Chris stood up lightly and took another deep breath: "Then you should understand by now that not all humans are like this. ”

"Perhaps," Yanya's eyes turned away.

Then he suddenly turned his head and smiled: "The rusparrow, which in our clan represents steadfastness and immaculateness, is usually used on occasions when men confess to women—together with the red manco flower, there can only be one rusparrow, which is inserted in the center and given to girls. If the girl also likes the boy and is willing to marry him, she will put the only russock flower on her head. ”

Then, she sighed slightly.

At this time, her expression made people feel a very sudden and strong contrast.

Chris frowned indistinctly.

But Yan Ya returned to her original state in an instant, and looked at Chris with a smile: "Let's go, it seems to be a little late!"

Chris smiled and followed her towards the entrance of the courtyard.

Yan Ya didn't take Cris's arm anymore, nodded to the two guards standing guard at the door, and walked in first.

The interior of the annex is very similar to the hotel, but it is not as luxurious and gorgeous as most hotels, it also adheres to the elegant and exquisite spirit of the elves, the wall is only engraved with a circle of gorgeous ornamentation, and the rest of the part is lined with pale yellow, emphasizing the existence of ornamentation, the carpet is pale green, do not look carefully, it is like a gentle grass, this annex has only one floor, each room is huge, outside the washroom, there are three rooms: living room, bedroom, study, the inside is very clean, it can be seen that there are special people to clean all year round.

Yan Ya unceremoniously walked around the room and said to Chris, "Are you satisfied?"

Chris nodded: "It's good here, actually, I'm very satisfied as long as I have a place to shelter from the wind and rain - I have been lying on the ground for more than a month." ”

Yan Ya giggled: "Okay, good night, don't forget tomorrow night!"

Chris nodded: "I must not forget, you also have good night!"

Yan Ya turned from in front of Chris to the door, and as he took a step, he seemed to trip over the carpet, stumbled, and with a cry of surprise, he threw himself forward.

Chris hurriedly made a staggered step, and grabbed her waist with a quick hand.

Yan Ya panted and threw herself into Chris's arms, snorting, exhaling like an orchid, looking up at Kriss, looking up pitifully, her eyes were hazy, it could be seen that she was not lightly frightened, from Chris's point of view, it was the snow white on her chest, this evening dress imitated that made her expose most of her breasts/parts.

Not small indeed!

Chriss, again, thought affirmatively.

Moreover, a large part of it was pressing on Chris's arm.

She was quickly straightened, but she was still half-leaning on Chris's chest, her hands clutching his sleeves tightly, as if her legs were weak.

"Are you alright, Your Highness?" said Chris, quietly pulling away slightly.

Yan Ya looked at Chris with tears in her eyes, and suddenly stomped her foot: "It's not good!

Then he angrily shook Cris's hand and rushed out.

Chris was stunned.

Only the faint sound of footsteps faded away, and Chris shook his head helplessly and closed the door.

He pondered for a moment, then bent down to look at the spot where she had tripped before.

It's just a carpet, nothing special.

Perhaps, it was indeed accidental.

Chris stood up with a calm face, lit the fireplace in the living room, and soon the room was warm.

He then walked into the bathroom to take a shower, and then walked out of the bathroom with a towel around.

He stretched comfortably, walked to the fireplace, and slightly let the flames dry the water droplets on the surface of his body, and the red-white light of the fire reflected on his face and body, making a slight "crackling" sound.

Chris dragged a couch to the fireplace and sat down.

He stared silently at the dancing flames, motionless.

Gradually, the flames grew brighter and brighter, and some tongues of fire were sticking out of the fireplace.

Then, Chris's eyebrows furrowed, and an invisible wall seemed to appear in the air, slowly pushing the tongue of fire back, and the flames continued to struggle and jump, but could not do anything.

A smile tugged at the corner of Chris's mouth.

That's how it feels!

He turned his head and stared at the cup on the table, which moved slightly, then began to slide backwards on the flat tabletop, stopped, and then began to slide slowly.

Although there seemed to be some hesitation in the middle, he slid all the way to the edge of the table and stopped.

Chris closed his eyes, savored the sensation for a moment, opened them again, and stared at the glass.

The cup shook slightly, and stopped.

Wrong!

Not so!

Chris shook his head and closed his eyes.

Then he opened his eyes and stared at it, his brow tightened, and the cup began to shake on the table, more and more violently, and then, hesitantly, slipped backwards, and Chris's eyes stared at it tightly without blinking.

However, the cup stopped again, swayed, leaned forward several times, and almost collapsed, and some of the water in the cup was poured out and flowed on the table.

Chris took a deep breath.

Then, without warning, with a "bang", the cup suddenly burst open, and splinters and water splashed and fell "crackling" on the table and floor.

Chriss, stunned, shook his head with a wry smile.

It seems to be in too much of a hurry.

Then he looked around, and turned his eyes to the curtains, the orange curtains were closed, covering the windows, and gradually, the hem of the curtains lifted upward, as if an invisible person was in front of the window and wanted to look out, and then, a face flashed outside the glass, and he was caught off guard, and Chris couldn't help but be creepy at that moment.

Who?

He immediately entered the meditation horizon, and through the glass, a vague figure was moving rapidly into the distance, and before Chris could close his vision, the person quickly departed from the range of the meditation vision.

Chris sighed, opened his eyes, frowned and looked out the window in contemplation.

Who could it be?

Because of the short time, Chris didn't even have time to tell whether the man was male or female.

He closed his eyes again and entered the meditation field to confirm that there was no one in the range anymore.

Walked to the window, opened the curtains, opened the window, and looked in the direction of the man's escape for a while, the window faced the backyard of the palace annex, if memory serves, there are just some garden flowers and plants, but they still belong to the scope of the elf palace, and ordinary elves can't enter.

Who would that be?

Chris breathed a sigh of relief and closed the window, and the elves didn't seem to be as peaceful and insecure as they had been. (To be continued.) )