Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Instead of using magic to make fire, Lord started a bonfire with flint bought from the town like most ordinary travelers.

"Why not use magic?" Celie asked curiously.

She still remembered Lord's fire-making magic.

At first he was just worried about creating fire magic, but he accidentally created the magic of making fire.

But now that the man has learned fire magic, this magic seems redundant.

"I just want to experience how a non-magic traveler can adventure."

"I feel like people like that won't live long." Celie retorted subconsciously.

Even though this world is much more peaceful than the mythological era, there are still many potential dangers.

Occasionally, there would be monsters attacking caravans, bandits ruling the mountains, and so on. If someone dared to walk on this land without some strength, Celie would just think that the other party was tired of living.

"Isn't there a special case standing before you?"

Celia: "."

After a long pause, he spoke, "You're just a lucky guy."

Lord smiled and said nothing more, but took out the pie he bought from the market and handed it to Celie.

Celie hesitated for a moment, but still took it and ate it in small bites. It tasted better than she had imagined.

But she is a greedy elf.

"I want grilled mushroom skewers."

"Okay! I'll make it for you next time."

Hearing the man's promise, Celie narrowed her eyes and looked very happy. Even the cake in her hand tasted better.

In the silence, Celie sat by the campfire, hugging her knees, her chin resting on them, quietly watching the dancing flames.

However, below her knees, she stretched out her hand, her fingertips unconsciously fiddling with the emerald necklace on her chest.

"Celiai." Lord's voice suddenly sounded.

"Hmm?" Celie didn't look up, but just responded softly.

"This is good, too." Lord's voice was filled with an unprecedented sense of relaxation. "Don't think about anything. Just walk around and take a look."

Celie was silent for a moment before she softly said "hmm".

She raised her head, looked at the night sky, stared at the stars, and felt that she understood what Lorde said about "poetry and distance."

Chapter 205 High Ponytail Celia

In the morning mist, Celie sat on a smooth stone, combing her hair facing the water.

Because they were accidentally pressed down last night, a few of her alopecia were particularly noticeable, and Miss Elf was trying to smooth them out with stream water.

However, as the water droplets slid down, a few naughty strands of hair brushed across her cheeks and even stuck to her lips.

She fiddled with them with her fingers, a hint of obvious annoyance in her movements.

This is not the first time.

When walking through the forest, my hair can easily get caught on branches, and when I bend over, my hair blocks my vision. Even yesterday in the small town, I almost had my hair pulled when a nasty kid bumped into me.

"Should I cut it shorter?" she whispered to herself. "It's getting in the way."

Celie frowned, looking at her reflection in the lake with her long hair loose, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes.

A ray of magical light appeared in his hand and gradually condensed into the shape of a knife.

But before he could do anything, he was stopped by a strong hand.

"no!"

Lord's voice was unusually urgent and unquestionable in its toughness. He was standing behind her and had obviously guessed what the elf lady wanted to do.

Celie was startled by him, and the magic power on her fingertips dissipated instantly.

She turned to look at Lord: "Why not? It will be easier to move if you cut it shorter."

Celie didn't understand why he reacted so strongly.

Lord looked at the long golden hair. He was a staunch supporter of long hair, so he took a deep breath and said, "It would be a shame to cut it. Just comb it and change your hairstyle."

He paused and added, "How about I help you?"

"You?" Celie looked at Lord suspiciously.

She doubted very much whether this man had any knowledge in this area.

"Let's try it."

Lorde suddenly had a comb in his hand and walked around behind her. He said with an unfounded confidence, "I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Celie looked at Lord standing behind her reflected in the water and curled her lips helplessly.

Forget it, let him be.

She simply relaxed her body, sat upright, and placed her hands on her knees, like an exquisite doll waiting to be dressed up, allowing the man behind her to "play with" her.

Lord's initial movements were quite gentle, and he carefully combed the long golden hair smoothly.

However, problems arose when he tried to separate his hair into strands and start braiding it.

This oldest magician who could create countless magics seemed clumsy when faced with that soft hair.

"hiss--!"

Celie took a sharp breath and her body instinctively trembled because of the pain.

Lord's movements froze instantly. He accidentally used too much force and hurt the other person.

"Ahem! Sorry!" Lord's voice was filled with obvious guilt. He quickly let go of her hand and watched Celie suddenly turn around.

Those golden eyes were now staring at him fiercely, with silent anger burning in them.

Lord was a little embarrassed, feeling even more nervous than when he faced the demon king. "It was an accident, a complete accident. I'll be gentle."

After the elf lady turned around, he tried again, being more careful and moving very slowly. However, due to his lack of experience, he still couldn't weave it successfully.

He either braided it too loosely, causing the braided part to quickly become undone, or he braided it too tightly, causing the hair to feel tight and unattractive.

Celia looked expressionlessly at her hair being messed up by Lord in the water, and the veins on her forehead were throbbing faintly.

She felt like her hair was being tortured like never before.

Once again, while trying to secure the knot, Lorde's fingers accidentally caught other hair strands.

"Well!"

Celie uttered another suppressed groan, turned her head abruptly, and without saying a word, stared at Lord with her eyes filled with anger.

Lord was completely defeated and quickly raised his hands in surrender: "My fault! My fault!"

But Celia obviously didn't intend to let it go.

This elf lady, who never wanted to suffer any loss, became furious after her hair was pulled twice.

She suddenly stretched out her hand, her target clear, which was Lord's short black hair.

"Wait! What are you doing!?"

Lord was startled and subconsciously took a step back to avoid it.

Unfortunately, Celie's actions were faster and vindictive.

Her fingers accurately grasped a few strands of short hair on Lord's forehead, and the other party's subconscious retreat actually helped the elf lady.

"hiss!"

This time it was Lord's turn to gasp.

Although his hair was not as long as Celia's, the pain of having a few strands pulled out was real.

"Pulling my hair? Hmph!"

Celie's voice was filled with the pleasure of successful revenge, and she even shook the few pitiful black hairs in her hand.

"That was a mistake on my part! You were deliberately seeking revenge!"

Lord covered his scalp which was pulled in pain and complained with a helpless smile.

He wanted to say something else, but when he saw Celie's blonde hair, which had been messed up like a chicken coop by him, he swallowed the words back.

"Humph!"

Celie snorted coldly and threw away the hairs, venting her anger.

But she looked at her funny reflection in the lake and Lord's clumsy look, and finally said unhappily, "Forget it! Just do it casually, and don't let it block my view all the time."

This is considered to give the other party a way out.

Lord naturally did as he was told. He could not even think about getting a complicated hairstyle, so he could only go for a simple one.

He picked up the comb and combed Celie's long hair smooth again, then used his hands to gather all the hair at the back of her head.

The gathered hair was tied tightly together near the nape of the neck using some kind of braided string I had bought in town.

He performed this action quite smoothly, after all, it didn't require much technical skills.

Soon, a simple and neat high ponytail was completed.

Her long golden hair was tied neatly behind her head, revealing Celie's swan neck and delicate ears.

Although it is simple and unpretentious, it does effectively solve the problem of long hair.

Lord stood back and looked at his handiwork.

In the sunlight, Celie sat upright, her golden ponytail swaying as she tilted her head slightly.

"Hmm... that's all." Lord commented with a guilty conscience, "It's pretty good."

Celie tilted her head left and right towards the lake, looking at the simple, almost perfunctory ponytail on the back of her head.

She reached out her hand, touched the roots of her tied-up hair, and shook her head.

The long ponytail drew a golden arc in the air, which was indeed much more convenient.