"Go ahead and walk lighter, Larulas cannot be frightened at all now..." Li Wen walked in front and whispered some precautions.

Yang Yu and Yang Xiaoyu nodded to show that they knew.

Including Abilang, it also moved its steps very carefully. As a elves who have experienced wandering experience, it understands each other's hearts better.

"Shh..."

Li Wen stretched out her index finger and shook it at a small room with a warm yellow light in the window.

Larulas is here.

Yang Xiaoyu leaned forward carefully, leaned against the window, and looked at the situation in the room nervously and silently.

An exquisite white bed is only about 0.6 meters long. There is a small light with a wind chime hanging next to the bed. With a gentle touch, you can make a pleasant sound.

This is a very warm and loving little room, but the elf sitting on the bed seems a little out of place with such an environment.

Larulas curled up, holding his calves tightly with his hands, and holding his tiny skirt. Under the green hair, his small eyes were still looking at the strange environment around him in fear.

Where is this...?

Larulas dared not speak, and his body instinctively told her numbly that as long as she spoke, she would be beaten...

Larulas lowered her head, and on the heart of her dull skirt, there was a purple bow and a small delicate bow...

Larulas gently touched the bow that covered the heart of her skirt. There was a little more light in her frightened eyes. She also had... a bow...

When she was confused, she hoped that someone could put a bow on her, like other sisters, and beautiful clothes and skirts...

Larulas's hand gently stroked the bow, buried his head between his knees, and tears fell.

No matter what, she survived and escaped from hell...

“Abby…”

Suddenly, Larulas was startled in an instant, and she curled up tighter, especially the small bow, which was her...the most precious thing, no one could take it away, even if it was beaten!

"Abilang, didn't you tell you to whisper?" Li Wen kicked Abilang unhappily, but found that there were crystal tears in Abilang's eyes.

Seeing Larulas' appearance, Yang Yu felt a little nervous. Yang Xiaoyu felt even more like a knife.

Yang Xiaoyu seemed to see his own shadow in Larulas, as if she saw herself many years ago...

"Abilang, I'm sorry..." Li Wen felt a little guilty.

A man doesn’t cry easily, but he hasn’t reached the sad place.

“Abby Abby…”

Abiron knocked on the door gently.

A strong elf has toned muscles, both arms and thighs, but at this moment, it looks like a little daughter, a little twisted, and walked into this small room with small steps very carefully.

Larulas' body kept trembling, and she closed her eyes tightly.

It's coming, it's coming.

“Abby?”

Larulas' heart suddenly trembled. The feeling at close range was not a cold and ruthless voice, but... a warm and caring greeting.

But this feeling is too strange, unfamiliar... a little unreal.

She hasn't felt the care of others even other elves for a long time.

"Ai...Aibi?" Aibilang used all his ability to control his voice, wanting to make the voice more friendly, but it did not notice that the sound it made was trembling.

"Laru..." Larulas raised his head, still trembling all over.

"Xiaoyu, let's not go in first. Larulas has a great sense of fear for us humans. Let Abilang come..." Li Wen immediately grabbed Yang Xiaoyu who wanted to enter the door and shook her head.

"She, she, she..." Yang Xiaoyu was anxious and incoherent.

"Xiaoyu, let's watch outside first, don't worry, you know, treat the elf with your heart, right?" Yang Yu comforted softly.

"But, but..." Yang Xiaoyu looked at the window, and she was a little unwilling to accept it.

"Don't worry, leave it to Abilang. Some things are much more professional than us..." Yang Yu reached out and patted Yang Xiaoyu on the shoulder. In fact, he also struggled to hold it back. Who was it and why did he hurt a young and kind elf like Larulas...

Yang Yu clenched his right hand tightly, and blue veins bulged on his arm.

Yang Xiaoyu almost wanted to penetrate the glass on the room door, and looked at Larulas inside with great tension and concern.

“Laru…”

When Abiron's fist slowly approached, even without any malice, Larulas still looked up helplessly, and his eyes were still exposed to despair, and then he closed his eyes tightly.

Received his fate.

“Abby?”

However, unlike what Larulas imagined, she felt that there was a little cool hand brushing through her hair on her face.

“Abby…”

Welcome to the Elf Hosting.

I am Abilang, like you, I was once a elves wandering in the dark corners of the city...

Abiron said softly and comforted softly.

Here, you are very safe, this is the home of the wandering elf...the warm home.

Home?

Larulas's desperate eyes hesitately flashed with a ray of light. What is home...?

There are many elves who live here like me and help the wandering elves live. We are all the same. No matter what kind of life we ​​have had, here, we... are just a home and a tiring logging.

“Laru…”

Larulas lowered his head in confusion, and his hands were placed at some point. When she looked up again, Abilang had slowly stood up and was about to leave.

"Laru!"

“Abby?”

Abilang squatted down again.

Home?

Yes, our home.

Abiron nodded, stretched out his right fist and gently placed it in front of Larulas.

“Laru?”

Larulas glanced at Abilang in confusion. Abilang thought for a while, glanced at his right fist, then stretched out his left fist and approached little by little.

clatter.

Two fists gently hit each other.

Just like this.

Abilang grinned and his right fist reached in front of Larulas again.

This time, Larulas understood.

Larulas carefully glanced at his little hand, looked at the red fist about the same size as hers, and approached him little by little, fearing, but he had more desires.

finally!

Larulas's small fist was pointed at Abilang's fist.

Abilang's face was filled with a silly, but a very sunny and warm smile.

"Laru!"
Chapter completed!