"Yang Yu, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Kun asked quickly when he saw that Yang Yu's face was not very good.

"Daidai Beast is gone."

"Leaving? Where have you gone?" Zhao Kun was surprised.

"Grandma Lin took it away..." Yang Yu sighed.

"Lin...Master Lin?"

Zhao Kun couldn't help asking: "Why did Master Lin think about taking away the Daidai Beast? Is there anything special about that Daidai Beast?"

Yang Yu shook his head. Only he and Grandma Lin knew the secrets of Daidai Beast. If the noise-prone King is just surprising, then the Daidai Beast, who learns the power of mind and awakens the regeneration power of hidden characteristics, will arouse the coveting of all parties!

Thinking of this, perhaps Yang Yu would be in a better mood.

"I'm so stupid. How could Master Lin fall in love with ordinary Daidai Beasts? But then again, Yang Yu, don't be sad. You can definitely take your carp king to the top!" Zhao Kun threw an iron box for Yang Yu.

"Brother Kun, what is this?"

"Open it and see, our director rewards our No. 2 shallow water area!" Zhao Kun smiled.

Yang Yu glanced at the iron box in his hand and suddenly thought of something: "Good..."

"Yes, with this energy block, do you have the urge to be a nurturing player?"

Yang Yu:...

When the nurturing urges do not have the urges, the nurturing urges you have...

"Hahahahahaha... When will I leave?" Zhao Kun laughed enough and patted Yang Yu's shoulder hard. To be honest, I feel very good when I go to college... It's good to go to college...

"Let's finish the last day today, Brother Kun!" Yang Yu took a deep breath.

"Walk around, Daidai Beast has left, life still needs to continue, and water guns still need to continue to sell as usual..."

...

Cultural and Educational Road Elf Reservation Office.

"Larulas, look, what did I bring to you?"

Yang Xiaoyu waved the small skirt with some silk thread in her hand. This was made by her memory these days. She used to hand-woven small skirts when she was in the welfare home. Although it has been a long time, Yang Xiaoyu still remembers them all the time.

Which girl doesn't want to make a unique and beautiful skirt that belongs to her in the world, and also has her own princess dream in her sleep.

“Laru…”

Larulas' spirit has improved a lot now. With the help of many wandering elves in the Elf Reservation Office, Larulas has also begun to try to accept life here.

Larulas saw this girl again today.

Every day, this girl would come to visit her. Larulas was very alert to Yang Xiaoyu at the beginning, but through the little bit of contact, Abilang had a very good relationship with this girl, which made her also begin to accept Yang Xiaoyu's kindness.

Small skirt...

Little stars flashed through the eyes of Larulas's hair. Of course, she longed to have a beautiful little dress, but the scars on her body made her white skirt look so beautiful...

"The weaving is not good enough, but I will work hard!"

Yang Xiaoyu squatted down on her knees and placed her skirt on the bed beside Larulas. She looked expectant in her eyes, hoping that Larulas would wear her braided skirt.

“Laru…”

“Abby?”

“Larularu!”

Abiron scratched his head. What does Larulas mean?

When Yang Xiaoyu saw Larulas's shy look, she suddenly laughed and quickly put her hands on Abilang's shoulders, making him turn around: "You can also look at girls wearing skirts, hurry up, go out!"

Abilang:????

Abilang stood at the door in a daze. When did the elf have to wear clothes? Why was it driven out? Even if it had an apron... Isn't it enough to just put it on...

Larulas pursed his little mouth slightly, and soon, a slight smile appeared on her face, and her little hands gently touched the small skirt woven with fine wool.

“Laru?”

Can I really try it?

Yang Xiaoyu nodded with a smile, carefully reached out and put the light red skirt in front of Larulas.

But, it seems that something is missing.

"Abilang, Abilang!"

Abilang, who was thinking about the elf life outside the door, was confused again. He had not yet walked out of his confused state, why did he come again?

"Are there any small mirrors here? Mirror mirror?"

What do you want to have a mirror?

"Just get it, mirror, small mirror, and small mirrors are fine!"

Abilang thought about it, but couldn't figure it out, but he still went to get the mirror.

When Abilang came back with a small mirror, he was about to ask what to do with the small mirror. Unexpectedly, after Yang Xiaoyu took the mirror, he closed the door again.

"Thank you, Abilang, the skirt hasn't been changed yet, it's going to be done soon!"

Abilang:...

Women are all... big pig's trotters?

Larulas slowly stood up and looked at himself in front of the mirror with bright eyes. He had a comfortable little skirt. The edges and corners of the skirt may not be so detailed, but Larulas could clearly feel the warmth from the skirt...

"Laru!"

I have a small skirt too!

Larulas happily raised his little hand and raised his head, as if he was giving his own unique thanks to the sky, thank God's father for his love, thanks her for meeting such a good person, and... a little skirt!

"Laru!"

Larulas gently pulled Yang Xiaoyu's hand.

In an instant, Yang Xiaoyu felt a line of tears surging out.

She seemed to see...

She used to be...

At that time, her first beautiful little skirt was bought for her by Brother Yang Yu...

“Laru?”

Larulas once again pulled Yang Xiaoyu's hand, and she found that there were some rough small wounds on these hands...

“Laru…”

Larulas stretched out his little hand and gently tapped on the small wound on Yang Xiaoyu's hand.

When Larulas raised his head and looked at Yang Xiaoyu again, the purple mark hidden under the hair on Yang Xiaoyu's forehead flashed through a faint, undetectable purple light.

Larulas stood up, carefully carried his little skirt, stepped out his little feet, and stepped on Yang Xiaoyu's palm, and then slowly squatted down.

Yang Xiaoyu looked at Larulas in disbelief, as if holding a little male lord. Suddenly, she burst into tears and laughed: "Larulas..."

"Laru!"

...

Click.

The door to the room finally opened.

Abilang felt that he had been waiting for more than a few minutes, but it was clearly centuries!

But when it saw Yang Xiaoyu holding Larulas in her palm...

The light red skirt blooms like flowers.

In his eyes, he was both relieved and extremely envious!

Larulas... welcomes a new life!
Chapter completed!