Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Neither "yes" nor "no".

But "as long as you want".

An answer that put the choice back in her hands.

Celie was slightly stunned, and then a surge of joy and excitement overwhelmed all her nervousness and shyness.

Just think for yourself?

An extremely bright smile bloomed uncontrollably on her face.

I don't know when, the man's arms had quietly wrapped around my waist.

But Celia didn't try to break free, she even started to move a little closer to him.

The lively wedding parade slowly passed by them, enjoying the praise and blessings of the onlookers.

And at the edge of the crowd, in a corner where no one noticed, the little master snuggled in the man's arms.

There were no words between the two, but the tacit understanding and relationship they had shared for thousands of years were stronger than any words.

They hugged each other for a long time, so long that the parade carriage had returned to the door of the chapel.

According to the customs of human weddings, an important link is about to begin.

That is, the bride turns her back to the crowd and throws the bouquet in her hand.

It is said that whoever receives this bouquet of flowers will be the next lucky person to be happy.

The crowd instantly became excited and rushed forward excitedly.

"What are they doing?" Celie raised her head from Lord's shoulder and looked at the chaotic crowd in front of her, very puzzled.

Hadn't these people already blessed the bride and groom? Why were they all gathered together now? Was this some mysterious ritual?

"Tossing the bouquet," Lord explained in a low voice. "It's a custom. Whoever catches the bouquet is considered the next lucky person to be blessed." Lord was silent for a moment. "It's a kind of... beautiful blessing, I guess."

Celie raised her eyebrows but remained noncommittal.

happiness?

Can something as intangible as this be determined by a bouquet of flowers?

She doesn’t believe it!

However, seeing the pure anticipation and excitement on those humans' faces, she didn't say anything.

The bride on the stage took a deep breath and raised the bouquet of white flowers in her hand high up, as if she was about to throw it away.

The crowd's cheers reached a climax.

Chapter 211 Throwing the Bouquet

“Throw it to me!”

"This way! This way!"

Under the gaze of countless expectant eyes, the bride turned her back to the crowd and threw the bouquet in her hand backwards with force.

The bouquet drew a graceful arc in the air, carrying everyone's blessings and expectations, and flew towards the back of the crowd.

The bouquet fell very quickly and was about to fall into the hands of a girl in the crowd.

at this time.

Lord's fingers around Celia's waist moved slightly.

There was no spell chanting, no flash of magical light, only a tiny ripple.

Just as the bouquet was about to fall, an extremely delicate breeze blew across the bottom of the bouquet, as if it was gently supported by an invisible hand, causing the direction of its fall to deviate slightly.

It dodged all the arms reaching out to it, flew over the heads of the crowded crowd, as if being guided by the hand of fate, and flew towards the edge of the crowd, towards the blonde elf who had no interest in the fight.

Celie was frowning slightly as she watched the farce in front of her, which she thought was a bit "childish", with a hint of disgust in her eyes.

Suddenly, a vast expanse of white came into view!

She raised her hand subconsciously.

pat.

The white bouquet that symbolized happiness and blessings fell steadily into her arms.

The noisy voices in the square fell silent for a moment, and countless eyes focused on him.

In their eyes, she was a blonde elf with a cool temperament, standing quietly at the edge of the crowd like a moon goddess.

How could it be her?

Everyone was a little surprised.

Even Celie herself was stunned.

She lowered her head, looking at the bouquet of flowers in her arms that had appeared unexpectedly but exuded a faint fragrance, feeling a little at a loss.

This feeling surprised her even more than Lord's teasing just now, especially after Lord explained the meaning of the bouquet.

She raised her head and looked at Lord beside her, trying to find a solution.

Lord had an expression on his face as if he was completely unaware of what was happening, and he even clapped his hands like the people around him, but a deep smile appeared on the corner of his mouth that he couldn't hide.

"You see, this is God's will!"

After hearing Lord's obviously improvised words and looking at the smile on his face, Celie instantly understood!

What is God's will!

Pooh!

It was clearly this man's doing!

The faint fluctuation of magic power he just showed could be hidden from others, but how could it be hidden from himself!?

A heat surged uncontrollably to my cheeks again.

This time I was just angry.

Celie was both embarrassed and annoyed. She really wanted to throw the bouquet of flowers directly at the human's face.

However, the countless eyes focused on her, as well as the gaze of the bride who had just tossed the bouquet and was looking at her with a look of surprise, made her suppress the impulse.

She, Celie, was known as the most powerful magician of the modern era. She couldn't possibly be so impulsive over a bouquet of flowers, could she? It would be too embarrassing if word got out.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to suppress the shame and anger in her heart.

Then, with an expressionless face and even a hint of disgust, he moved the bouquet in his arms a little further away, as if it were a hot potato.

The crowd around them only then reacted and burst into even louder cheers.

"congratulations!"

"You must be happy!!!"

Celie felt her cheeks getting even hotter when she heard these words of blessing.

Lord looked at Celie, who was pretending to be calm, and tried his best to suppress the urge to laugh, in case the elf lady really got angry and punched him.

He reached out and took the bouquet from Celie.

"It seems," Lord's voice was filled with laughter, ringing in Celie's ears, so that only she could hear it, "even the goddess thinks that our joke just now was a good suggestion?"

He lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance of the flowers, and there was a hint of inexplicable meaning in his eyes when he looked at Celie.

Celie glared at him fiercely, and in a voice only the two of them could hear, she said, "I'll settle the score with you when we get back!"

In the end, she didn't snatch the flowers back or smash them. After saying that, she turned her face away angrily and no longer looked at Lord's smug look.

However, the bouquet held in Lord's hand was like a silent brand, engraving all the emotions she had seen today, as well as the breath of the man beside her, deeper into her heart.

The noise of the crowd gradually died down, and the newcomers had already left, leaving only Lord and Celie.

"Let's go," he said softly, "and find a quiet place to figure out what to do with this thing? Or maybe keep it in a bottle?"

Celia didn't answer, but simply nudged him lightly with her elbow. The force wasn't strong, but it expressed silent protest.

She did not struggle to break free from his arms, but let him take her away from the square, holding the unexpected bouquet of "happiness".

At the same time, the northwest direction of the continent is also a place that neither the Kingdom of Elves nor the Human Kingdom can take care of.

Although it is not as prosperous as other areas because it was occupied by the Demon King's army a thousand years ago, there are still many races living here.

At the same time, this is also the adventure direction chosen by Volame and Ella.

In a vast wasteland, Volame tightened his travel cloak and squinted his eyes at the rolling hills in the distance.

Ella stood beside her, her eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

The number of monsters in this direction is obviously greater than in other areas. She and Volame encountered many monsters along the way, and even encountered a demon once.

However, the other party did not fight with them that time. They just looked at each other from a distance and then ran away.

It has been more than a few months since I received the warning letter from Teacher Lord.

According to the original plan, they continued to move closer and closer to the Far North, and along the way they tried their best to find news about the elf village.

However, their efforts remained in vain.

Even if you visit a few human villages and inquire about the clues about the nearby elven villages, they all ultimately point to a puzzling nothingness.

"Sister Ella, you still can't sense any elves' presence?" Volame's voice contained a barely perceptible hint of fatigue.

She had just received news from an old dwarf that there was a small elven village on the shady side of the valley over the mountain ahead, and the old dwarf had been there several times when he was young.

However, when they arrived, there was still nothingness.

Ella closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment, her pointed ears trembling slightly. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and shook her head.

"No. There's only the smell of rock and sand, no sign of life or magic. It's exactly the same as the villages before."

Volame's heart sank.

Another elf village disappeared from the intelligence, as if it had never existed.

"Is it really true that we can't find even one..." She clenched her fists unwillingly.