Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

"Well, then I'll have the same lifespan as an elf."

Hearing Lord say this, an irrepressible joy rose in Celie's heart.

This means that this man will no longer need the uncertain reincarnation and will have the same long lifespan as her!

And I don't have to wait for a long time every hundred years and worry about problems with the reincarnation ceremony.

They could walk side by side, no longer having her watching on the shore of time, waiting for Lord to row over and leave every time, but truly exploring the endless mysteries of magic together until the end of time.

Over the past thousand years, the time Lord spent on reincarnation accounted for almost one-third.

During those free time, she studied magic alone. Although she was used to it, she still felt a little lonely deep in her heart.

If this man had not been with her all the time, Celie would have gotten used to the passage of time long ago, but it was precisely because of this man's existence that she began to have different feelings in her heart.

Although her joy was almost beyond words, Celie did not say anything. She just nodded slightly to show that she understood.

However, the slightly raised corners of his lips still revealed a hint of truth.

At this moment, Lord seemed to feel a little tired from the magic research just now, and subconsciously raised his hand to gently rub his temple.

This subtle movement was noticed by Celie. She came to Lord, sat behind him, crossed her legs, and patted him. The movement was self-evident.

Seeing this, Lord didn't hesitate and lay directly on the elf lady's thighs.

Enduring the itchiness caused by the friction of the other person's hair, Celie raised her hand, a flash of frost passed through her fingertips, and she gently pressed on his temple and began to massage it.

Her fingertips had a slightly cool touch, and the force was light but just right, causing Lord's body to relax instantly.

He closed his eyes, feeling the comfort and peace brought by the cool fingertips, and sniffing the natural fragrance of the elf lady.

The cabin fell into a strange silence.

Celie kneaded and massaged with great concentration, without any resistance, but with a sense of almost cherishing.

Her eyes were lowered, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, covering up the emotions surging in her eyes.

Why do I feel a little uneasy?

Miss Elf didn't know, she just thought she might be sick.

Chapter 202: Washing Celia's Hair

Time flows quietly in the forest.

This time, Lord and Celie returned to the original starting point, a world just for the two of them.

Lord was immersed in the exploration of Shulahat's magic, keeping his mental strength running at a high intensity. Occasionally, when he felt tired, he would stop and close his eyes to rest, or walk to the window and gaze at the unchanging scenery outside the house.

Should I go out for a walk with Celie?

Lord remembered that the last time he went on an adventure with Celia was more than two hundred years ago. As for the trip to the Demon King's Castle not long ago, the two of them had no time to spare because time was too tight.

Beside her, Celie remained as quiet as ever.

She would occasionally flip through those ancient magic books, and sometimes she would make some flower teas with strange flavors.

I don't know when Miss Elf started liking this, or maybe she just did it to pass the time.

The only thing that made Lord uncomfortable was that after Celie made a new flavor of flower tea, he would be the first person to taste it.

The taste is really unacceptable.

It smelled delicious, but for some reason it tasted completely different when he drank it. In the end, Lord could only attribute it to Celie's unique talent.

One ordinary day, when Lord stood up from the center of the magic circle to cast his body, his eyes inadvertently fell on Celie by the window.

The elf lady was holding a thick magic book, her long golden hair draped softly over her shoulders and down to her waist.

It sparkled in the sunlight, causing Lord to subconsciously take a second look.

However, upon closer inspection, he noticed that the luster of the long hair seemed to be a little dimmer than before, and there were faint traces of slight burns from magical energy at the ends of the hair.

Maybe even I didn't notice it.

Because this hut was covered with large-scale magic, the concentration of magic here was much higher than that outside.

Although it would not cause any major damage to him and powerful magicians like Celia, it was obvious that the elf lady's long golden hair was not among them.

He stepped over.

Celia raised her eyes from the page and looked at him with a hint of inquiry in her eyes: "Is it over?"

"For now." Lord's eyes were still fixed on her long hair. "Is there something wrong with your hair?"

Celie was slightly startled, and subconsciously reached out to smooth the hair on her shoulders. She felt a familiar smoothness on her fingertips, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"Yeah, it's okay. A cleansing spell will take care of it."

As she spoke, a faint magical glow lingered on her fingertips, ready to cast a cleansing spell.

This magic can instantly remove dust and dirt and restore cleanliness. It is a very useful magic.

"No." Lord's voice was filled with unquestionable toughness. He even reached out and gently pressed down her wrist as she was about to cast a spell.

Celie's movements froze instantly.

The touch on her wrist made her heart skip a beat, and the magical light at her fingertips dissipated.

She looked at Lord with some confusion, not understanding why he wanted to stop her.

"Cleaning magic can only remove surface dust, but it can't repair the internal magical burns. Let me help you."

"What are you going to do?"

“It’s like washing your hair.”

"What?" Celie was completely stunned, and for the first time, an expression of obvious surprise appeared on her cold face.

Let Lord wash your hair?

She suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable panic.

"No, thanks! I can do it myself." She tried to pull her wrist away.

After all, if she asked Lord to help wash her hair, she would have to lie in front of him, and she was not used to exposing her most vulnerable side to others.

"I said, no." Lord's hand was still holding her wrist. Although he was not using any force, it had a strange strength that made it impossible for her to break free.

"Celiai, be obedient." Lord leaned forward slightly, close to Celia's ear, "Otherwise, I will have to use some tough measures."

Celia's heartbeat quickened uncontrollably.

She looked at Lord's face so close to her, feeling the warmth from his palm, and a mixture of shame and anger, mixed with an indescribable throbbing emotion surged in her heart.

This man always likes to be stubborn about such small things, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is tough.

What a bold and arrogant human being!

If I could beat him, I would have to pin him down and beat him up to vent my anger.

Finally, Celie opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but under Lord's gaze, she just pursed her lips, and the light pink at the base of her ear quickly spread.

She turned her head away, avoiding Lord's sight, and uttered an almost inaudible "hmm," which was considered a compromise.

A hint of triumphant smile appeared on Lord's lips, but it quickly disappeared.

He still did not let go of the elf lady's wrist. Instead, he brought her to a pool connected to the earth's water flow in a posture that was almost like holding hands.

From the cabin, Lord chose a floral shampoo that he made in his spare time. Of course, hair care essential oil is also essential.

After everything was ready, he turned to look at Celie, who was still frozen in place: "Come here."

Celie took a deep breath and walked over with slightly stiff steps as if she was going to the battlefield.

She sat down with her back to Lord, and then let the man lay her upper body flat, her long golden hair falling into the water, spreading out like a water lily.

She tried to straighten her back, placed her hands on her stomach somewhat helplessly, and tried not to make her expression strange, but her tense shoulders and red ears revealed her inner tension.

Lord naturally noticed these things, but did not point them out. If he angered the elf lady, it would be more trouble than gain.

He scooped up a ladle of water of suitable temperature and wet Celie's long hair.

The moment the water touched the hair on his head, his body trembled slightly.

"Don't be nervous." Lord soothed her, relaxing Celie's tense shoulders a little.

As the water completely soaked the long hair, Lord poured an appropriate amount of shampoo into the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands to make foam, and then covered the wet long hair, gently massaging and rubbing it.

"Um……"

A soft moan escaped from Celie's tightly pursed lips.

This human seemed to have used some kind of sacred magic, and that feeling was very comfortable.

Every massage could dispel the subtle fatigue accumulated in her mind. The intoxicating comfort was far warmer and more real than anything else.

Her tense body began to relax little by little involuntarily.

She even closed her eyes, leaving only her long eyelashes trembling slightly, enjoying the care brought by his own hands.

Lord performed each step with great concentration. The surroundings were so quiet that the only sounds were the sound of flowing water and the breathing of the two people close to each other.

Chapter 203 Lord's First Dream

Lord untied the soft towel wrapped around Celia's long hair, looked at the golden hair that exuded a soft luster and a faint fragrance, and nodded with satisfaction.

His fingertips brushed against a strand of falling hair, and the delicate touch made his heart move slightly.

Then his eyes fell on the scenery not far away that he had already grown tired of seeing, and a thought suddenly came to his mind.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?" He turned around and looked at Celie, who was sitting on a chair and wiping her hair with a towel.

"Hmm?" Celie tilted her head, a hint of confusion in her eyes. "Now?"

She had just experienced a completely unexpected and sudden action, and now all she wanted was to stay quietly in her little room.

"It feels like it's been ages since we last went on an adventure like we used to."

Lord walked over to her, naturally took the towel from her hand and helped her dry her hair.

Celie let him play with her hair, feeling the slight tingle of his fingertips accidentally brushing against her neck. The blush that had just faded from her ears seemed to be coming back again.

She tried to make her voice sound as calm as usual: "Didn't you just go out a while ago? Wasn't that noise in the Demon King's Castle loud enough?"