Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 124 The smooth-talking man

She raised her head and looked at Lord carefully.

Those black eyes were full of "sincerity", at least there was no falsehood in them, they were very clear and frank, as if what he said was something that was as it should be.

This confident attitude almost made Celie doubt whether she was ignorant.

"...Is that so?" Celie's voice was thick with suspicion, but in the end, she just sighed softly, "What a strange custom."

She did not try to pull her hand back, but let Lord lead her and continued to move forward.

Forget it, let him be.

Although this "custom" sounds strange and is completely unfavorable for fighting and responding quickly to crises, as an excellent magician with rich survival experience, she should not let this man do whatever he wants.

But the other person's palm brought a strange, reassuring sense of security.

She didn't hate this feeling.

It's just that she has been alone for too long and is not used to this kind of direct contact, but since her best friend likes it this way, Celie will not object.

But deep in my heart there is always a lingering confusion and subtle feeling.

Celie couldn't explain it either.

It seemed that the longer I adventured with this man, the more emotions I didn't understand.

Is this a good thing?

She doesn't know either.

As the two moved forward, something strange happened in a ruin!
"Be careful! There's a monster!"

Celia and Lord's low shouts rang out almost at the same time.

On a collapsed stone pillar in the ruins ahead, more than a dozen ferocious monsters were alarmed and they flapped their wings and rushed towards the two of them.

"They are flying monsters. Use light arrows to deal with them!"

It was a rare opportunity to encounter a monster, and the warlike spirit in Celie's heart was rekindled.

However, just as she was about to release the magic, she found that her hand was still firmly held by Lord!
"Lord, let go first!"

Celie was a little anxious. What time was it? And they were still holding hands!
"Don't panic! Watch me." Instead of letting go, Lord held it even tighter.

He suddenly pulled Celia and slid her to the side to avoid the monster's attack.

"Follow me, Celie." Lord's voice carried a hint of excitement for battle, but also mixed with some other meanings.

He cleverly guided Celie to move around constantly to avoid the monsters' attacks.

When a monster opened its mouth in the air and spewed out a black energy shock wave, Lord pulled Celie into a neat spin, allowing her to avoid the head-on impact. At the same time, Celie, who had gradually adapted to Lord's movements, also released magic while spinning.

The movements between the two were like a tacitly coordinated duet.

Dozens of light arrows did not require any aiming at all, and they completely blocked the monster's movements. The monster that had just spewed out light had no time to react before it was shot into a hedgehog and fell to the ground.

"Good job!"

Lord praised, and took the opportunity to draw out Org, and cut the monster in half with one sword.

It was not unjust for this monster to be killed by Org.

At the same time, he exerted force with his wrist, and helped Celia duck down, avoiding the sneak attack from the other monster from behind.

Celie's magic was released, killing the monster in mid-air.

The battle is carried out in a peculiar "hand-to-hand" mode.

The long-standing tacit understanding made the two of them seem to share a common fighting consciousness. With a slight change in the strength of Lord's palm, Celie could understand and release magic.

Of course, this was also made possible by the defensive magic and detection spells that the two had cast beforehand. The movements of all the monsters were clearly visible to the two of them.

Otherwise, Celia would not allow Lord to act so recklessly.

When the last monster was killed by Celie's light arrow and turned into ashes, the battle was completely over.

Celie breathed slightly, looked at the traces of battle left on the ground, then looked down at the two people's still tightly clasped hands.

Not bad.

It's a very interesting way of fighting.

At this moment, she noticed that there was a small cut on the back of Lord's hand caused by the flying stones, and blood was oozing out.

"You're injured." Celie reminded.

"Small problem." Lord glanced at it nonchalantly, then raised their clasped hands and shook them, saying with a smile, "Aren't we two very compatible?"

Celie looked at his smug expression, then glanced at the battlefield after the two men's fight.

The doubts in my heart seemed to be diluted a lot by the irrefutable practical results.

At least the result was good, and these monsters couldn't possibly hurt the two of them, so they just let the man do whatever he wanted.

She pursed her lips, did not refute, but used healing magic to heal the other person's insignificant wound.

Seeing that the elf lady did not refute him, Lord's smile deepened.

In the evening, they found a stream and set up camp.

Lord naturally took Celie's hand and moved together.

During this time, he hummed a little tune and unconsciously rubbed the back of Celie's hand with his thumb.

Celie felt the other person's fingers unconsciously caressing her, and suddenly said, "Lord."

"Ok?"

"Well...in your hometown," Celie paused, as if weighing her words, "when close friends hold hands, do they also move their thumbs like this?"

Lord's humming stopped abruptly and his steps also stopped.

He turned his head and saw the elf lady's expression was calm, as if she was just asking a normal question.

"Hahaha!" Lord burst into laughter. Instead of feeling embarrassed, he walked in front of Celie, knelt on one knee, and pulled her little hand to his lips.

"What are you doing?" Miss Elf became more and more confused.

"Kissing hands is a form of etiquette."

"It feels a little itchy." Celie wanted to take her hand back, but Lord held it tightly and she couldn't move.

"You should let go. You're holding on too tightly." Celie said helplessly.

"That won't do." Lord leaned close to Celia's ear, "Because an elf once said that even without the mushrooms, fate would bring us together. If that's the case, why can't I hurry up a little?"

Celie's ears twitched slightly, and she glared at Lord. The look in her eyes was more of helpless indulgence than anger.

She tried to pull her hand away, but Lord held it tight.

"Whatever you want." She muttered softly, but in the end, she did not continue to struggle. She just slightly adjusted the angle of her fingers so that their hands fit better.

Finally, she just sighed and said, "Anyway, I can't get rid of you, a troublesome guy."

Just as she said before.

Fate has brought the two together, and only death can separate them.

(End of this chapter)