Mixed Miners

"Dad~ Your meat is baked!"

Yang Tiansheng’s voice pulled Yang Ling back to reality, and suddenly smelled a smattering smell. I saw that more than a dozen pieces of meat on the grill were overcooked.

Yang Ling's old face was red, and all the meat was turned into smoke and dust. He picked up a piece of meat again and cut it on the grill with the force of the rule. Then he concentrated on it and baked it. After a while, the fish began to curl up.

Yang Ling's skilled oil brushing and seasoning, and soon a rich flavor filled the entire bay, not only a group of women in the room could not help but ran out, even a group of white feathered long-necked birds flew down from the top of the mountain. Around the grill, I watched Yang Ling's movements with a pair of ruby-like eyes. The mouth kept screaming and there were even a few hedgehogs, tortoises, and toucans.

Yang Ling gave each person a piece of meat, and then he forked it up. He was lying on the old rocking chair on the steps of the wooden house. He swayed and watched the women gather in a group of plates. Eat and talk while you are together.

Yang Tiansheng, Yang Long, and Xiner, three young people gathered together, while eating meat while looking at Yang Ling from time to time, and then I don’t know what to say.

Quiet lake bay, clean beaches, mighty lakes, clear lake winds, lotus leaves swaying in the sky, and the smell of smoke and barbecue in the air.

Yang Ling stared at the scene in front of him, and the thoughts drifted away, just like this smoke mixed into the whole world.

It seems that for a long time, I have not enjoyed this kind of rare peace with my family and my family.

Yunjuan Yunshu, the flower blossoms, has been passing for more than a decade, and everything that happened around him, including the past he has experienced, is like a dream.

Yang Ling has always had an idea, that is, he has been doing a bizarre dream, all of which is just a dream experience.

Amo quickly cleaned up the meat he had given himself, then ran over the empty plate and stared at the completely unsatisfied expression of the barbecue in Yang Ling’s hand.

Yang Ling took her to sit on her lap, put the meat in her hand on her plate, and Amillo slightly blushes and puts it in her mouth. Yang Ling loves her hair.

This poor elf woman has experienced a miserable life in the magical world that is unimaginable by others. Now the resistance to food temptation is particularly low, so this return is only a year away, and the weight has doubled.

Of course, it turned out to be too thin. Now it looks like a normal and slightly plump woman. Plus the body is still high, so it is not fat. After a year of nursed back to health, the convex place is now convex. The place is awkward, the skin is bright and clear, and the temperament of the elves is different. It seems to have more different styles than other women, and her mind is extremely simple. She simply can’t bear to hurt her, but she is still her own. The savior, in the dark place, still risked his life to find food for himself, to help him recover his body...

"Amo, where is A bone now?" Yang Ling helped her wipe the oil stain on her face.

"A bone... oh... In the realm of the town, he is now the guard of the Queen!" Amo replied while eating.

Yang Ling remembered that he did not see the coffin today, so he let go of the gods and instantly found the elves' residence near a beautiful lake in the soul of the town.

A well-built wooden house is built on a tree hundreds of meters high. There is also a palace in the center of the station. There are six crescent-shaped magic towers surrounded by palaces. Thousands of elves are scattered in hundreds of squares. In the range of kilometers, all kinds of plant fruits were harvested. What surprised Yang Ling was that many of the elves in armor were riding a huge beast, and even people riding large trees in the woods.

Yang Ling couldn't help but sit up. The beasts and birds that these elves ride are undoubtedly not huge and are above the spiritual level. They are much stronger than these elves.

Legend has it that the elves have the ability to communicate with nature and domesticated beasts. It seems that they are not fake.

Then Yang Ling’s knowledge fell in the palace where the Elf was stationed. She soon saw the coffin wearing a white dress, and she did not see it for a few months. She seemed to be a little thin.

She was sitting in front of a large wooden table, her hair was loosely tied with a flower vine behind her head, holding a brush, and the face was infinitely gentle and quiet. She was carefully drawing on a large piece of snow-white paper. .

On the paper is a young man who looks like a ten-year-old, wearing a shirt and trousers, a pair of leather shoes, the background is endless darkness and the shadows of various looming wild beasts, seemingly roaring out to drown the young people at any time. Go on.

Although the person in the picture looks young, but the look is natural and extraordinary, the virtual shadow of a big tree around the body exudes a faint green light to dispel the darkness behind him. At this time, the coffin is constantly drawing his eyes with a brush. But from time to time, I frowned and stopped to know how to write a pen. It seems that I can't paint my satisfaction.

Yang Ling stared at the painting paper in the mind of God, could not help but can not stop the heart shaking a few times.

Because this paper on the paper he is too familiar, Yang Ling himself, and remember good, this shirt trousers shoes should be the original costume to the Elf City.

After a long time~www.readwn.com~ Lingbi still can't draw the eyes well, just sigh and put the brush into the pen holder, then reach out and touch the young man's face gently, and the infinite tenderness in the eyes , gently whispered: "Wang, the elders said that I am pregnant with a daughter, in the future she must be a good elf queen, will inherit your will to take care of this elf..."

"Hey!" Yang Ling jumped from the rocking chair and almost threw the Amo hugged on the ground directly. At the same time, the gods fell directly on the coffin. As a result, she felt the exude of her body. The feeling of flesh and blood connected, a kind of regular atmosphere that makes him move to the restlessness.

Amo stared at the half of the barbecue that fell on the ground, and then looked at the shocked Yang Ling, hesitating or not picking up the barbecue to continue eating, but holding Yang Ling’s neck nervously asked: "Husband, you what's wrong?"

Yang Ling’s surprise also shocked other people, and a group of women were inexplicably surrounded.

"How... how could this be?" Yang Ling looked sluggish and incoherent.

"Xiaoling, what happened?" Han Xue gently helped Yang Ling sort out the clothes. )!!