Quick Transmigration: The host is so sweet after being counter-attacked!

After Zhu Chu walked over, the chandelier started to shake, and the pendants on it collided with each other and made a crisp sound. The young lady raised her head suspiciously: "Is this an earthquake? No."

Zhu Chu threw a spell and went up to stabilize the chandelier, and smiled: "The wind must have moved it."

The young lady glanced at the wide open window, feeling a little confused, turned her mobile phone on the table, picked up the menu and handed it to Zhu Chu: "We can provide all the dishes on this list, guests are free to choose."

I don't know if the elves will eat food from the human world. To be on the safe side, Zhu Chu didn't order too much.

She returned the outlined menu to the young lady, looked at the lights above her head again, and after confirming that there was no danger, she turned around and went up first.

The black magician is becoming more and more rampant now. The reason why the chandelier shook just now is because of the black magic applied on it. When the number of people standing under the chandelier is greater than one, the black magic will be triggered.

Cases of abnormal disappearances have attracted the attention of the society. They probably want to use other methods to cause some seemingly natural deaths in order to cover their tracks.

Means cunning.

Zhu Chu pushed the door open and entered the room full of melancholy.

The sound of water in the bathroom had stopped, and misty water vapor floated out of it, but there was no one there.

Just as Zhu Chu was wondering, Norville's figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

His Majesty the Elf King's long golden hair was wet, and he was still wearing a pure white bathrobe from the hotel. His chest was slightly exposed, and his collarbone had a beautiful curvature.

Alluring.

Zhu Chu covered his lips and coughed lightly: "What did you do just now?"

Nowell raised his eyes and said casually, "I caught a bastard."

I secretly estimated that it should be the person who set up the black magic downstairs.

It happened to touch His Majesty the Elf King's bad luck, Zhu Chu didn't think that the black magician would end well, so he was smart enough not to ask.

She changed the subject and looked at Nowell's hair: "Don't you need to dry your hair?"

The hair of the elves is generally very long and can hang down to the ankle. Norville probably thought it was troublesome, so he only kept his hair to the waist. It was wet at the moment, and water dripped on the carpet, smudged. A water mark.

Norville raised his light eyelashes, his eyes fell on the girl, and his voice was slightly pleading: "Can you help me?"

The elf's eyes are clear, the blue color carries the distance of the sky, and at this moment, the emotions of the starting point are rippling and moving.

Zhu Chu had been coveting that blond hair for a long time, so he immediately nodded in agreement, took a towel from the side, and wiped it carefully for him.

The warm magic flowed in the palm, like a natural dryer, which made the golden hair fluffy and soft in a short while, and felt like satin in the hand.

Zhu Chu touched it several times reluctantly, and suddenly came up with a bold idea.

She gently put her head on Norville's back, and softened her voice: "Norville, can I braid your hair?"

The elf itself is so beautiful that he can't tell the difference between male and female, so he probably looks good no matter how he dresses up.

In his past life, no one had dared to make such a bold request to His Majesty the Elf King, so he froze for a moment.

The distance was so close that Zhu Chu could feel the stiffness of his body, pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "Is it not possible?"