What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

Elf female emperor was forced how to do "Author: absolute science

Many years later, when Lindentu faced countless bright hatchets.Surely he would think of the remote afternoon when he was slammed on the wall by the elf empress many years ago.

The son of the prologue traverser

"Son, have you heard of Colonel Aureliano Buendia?"

One evening when I was twelve, my father suddenly asked me an inexplicable question.

"Aureliano...Buddia?"

I chanted this slurred name in Castilian with great difficulty, and my heart was at a loss.

"Aureliano Buendia."

Father corrected my pronunciation, then patted me on the shoulder.

Standing in the afterglow of the setting sun forty-five degrees and looking up at the sky, he seemed to say in a sad tone:

"That person is Dad's idol."

"He is a revolutionary and has launched 32 uprisings in his life."

"His rank is just a colonel, but he is the leader in everyone's hearts."

"Although the war he led failed in the end, the enemies who had fought bloody battles with him respect him very much and call him a hero."

Having said this, my father looked at me with a meaningful look:

"Son, now do you know why Dad worships him?"

When I was young, I thought about the logic commonly used in fairy tales and replied solemnly:

"Because Dad wants to be a hero like Colonel Aureliano?"

"fart!"

My father took a sip, showing a silly look as usual, looking at me with hatred of iron and steel:

"It's really rotten wood that can't be carved! Who instilled these pedantic things in you? Your stepmother? Your sister? Or the little girl named Margaret?"

He patted my head hard, then spit out the toothpick and the minced meat that were clamped between the teeth.

"Listen well, you, I'm telling you this, just to tell you: What I said just now is not so fucking important! Only a fool wants to be that kind of person!"

As he said, his father spit out another thick sputum, and stepped the sputum into the sand under his feet with his boots.

"Do you know why your father I adore him?"

This time, I shook my head obediently, without expressing my shallow opinions.

"Listen well, listen carefully."

Father slammed my head against his face forcefully.

"That beast named Aureliano, when he was in his twenties, tricked his neighbor's little loli into a wife, and let that loli give birth to twins."

"Later, he found 17 mistresses and gave birth to 36 illegitimate children during the march and the war."

"The most frenzied thing is: during the holidays, he also asked the seventeen mistresses to bring their children to their homes to celebrate! All the mistresses and the children are in harmony and celebrate the festive season together! This way, the harem is blatantly opened. It's unbearable to be hatched! Unbearable!"

"This is your place where I adore him! Do you understand? My stupid son!"

Father grasped my scalp and shook it back and forth, his face showing longing.

"World cloth seeds! World cloth seeds! Become a harem king and spread ancestral chromosomes throughout the world. This is the romance that belongs to men!"

Father clenched his fists, his eyes seemed to reveal a certain yearning.

He turned his eyes to me again:

"Silly son, do you know what to do now?"

I thought for a while and answered seriously:

"I want to learn from Colonel Aureliano... I will become that kind of harem king when I grow up!"

"You can teach you, you deserve to be the son of my Lin Dengwan!" Father touched my head with satisfaction, and said in a good manner, "but such a goal may be a little too lofty... you still think about it now. What should I do?"

To be honest, I actually didn't understand what the so-called "harem" was, and what the concept of "opening the harem" was.He was just instinctively happy because of his father's praise.

So, I thought about it for a moment, organized the language according to the few vocabularies my father usually chanted, combined with what he said just now, and said with a firm face:

"I want to make Margaret's belly bigger!"

This was what I thought of at the time, an answer close to my father's expectations.

After all, he always chanted in front of me "who's going to be bigger" or something. In my opinion at the time, this was probably the meaning of the word "mistress".

And Marguerite was my childhood sweetheart, and the only person of the same age and opposite sex I was able to contact at the time.

As for the other one, um...that is my half-sister.Not to mention her, it's not that I had a strong ethical concept at the time, but simply because I hated her very much.

You may ask why I hate my sister? Of course, there is a reason for this.

In all fairness, my sister has inherited the excellent genes from her stepmother. She has lavender hair, fair skin, and violet eyes, except for her flat breasts, which is quite regrettable... Whether she was a child or now, it can be counted. The above is a complete beauty.

Perhaps such a beautiful sister is what many people dream of?

Regrettably, although the younger sister inherited the appearance of the stepmother's mark, her personality is completely different from the gentle and Shujun stepmother.

It is no exaggeration to say...she is a violent maniac!A violent man with a devil face and a devil heart!

I'm not afraid of your jokes. Before I was thirteen, I couldn't beat my sister, so I was bullied by her all the time... I was going to be unilaterally beaten by this devil.So that I was afraid of all female creatures...well, including the female cat raised by the stepmother.

"Brother Trash, have you ever seen a small punch with a big sandbag?"

Every time I dreamed of the scene when my younger sister's milky sister was pulling my collar by the collar and punching my chest with a "small fist", I would wake up from a nightmare with screams.

Mom, it's terrible!It is a shadow of childhood!

Later, if it weren't for the gentle Marguerite...I think I would probably be immersed in the fear of women for the rest of my life?

Speaking of Marguerite...she is simply my angel.Although I am almost the same in age, it feels like my sister.Always tolerate and take care of me so gently.The voice is so soft and delicate, and there is always a slight smile on his face.The smile was as brilliant as her long golden hair.

For some reason, when she was young, Margaret's father always fostered her in my house.

To be honest, my house is always empty, but it is actually very boring.But Marguerite still developed her fun in her boredom-taking care of me.

Therefore, she is always busy in the kitchen with recipes and a few thick stepping books from time to time, making all kinds of weird dishes for me to eat.

I have to say that Marguerite is very talented in cooking.Except for the first few times, the dosage of the seasoning was slightly inadequate, and the things made afterwards were all delicious.To be precise, it is getting better and better, and it is always changing.Except for a few dishes that I clearly like, I have almost never repeated them.

In fact, it's not only in cooking, Margaret's accomplishments in housework and caring for people are both peaked.As a result, I sometimes even dream of lying in bed all the time and let Margaret take care of everything for me.According to Marguerite’s personality...Even so, I can probably spend my life perfectly in a wasteful way, right?

In addition to cooking, Margaret also has one of her biggest hobbies-knitting scarves, knitting sweaters, and making all kinds of clothes for me.Of course, she occasionally makes one or two clothes for her father, stepmother, and sister, but she makes more of them for me.Sometimes, Margaret will make some small clothes that all of us can't wear.

When I asked who it was for, she always blushed and lowered her head and said: This is for her future child.Her dream is to be a good mother.

So, in my opinion at the time, "making Margaret's belly bigger" was almost the perfect answer.

Since Marguerite likes children, I let her have children.Just like the mistresses of Colonel Aureliano, I also want to make Marguerite my "mistress"!

"puff--"

Hearing my answer, my father staggered forward.He looked at me up and down in surprise, and said, "Yes, boy, you will attack the Prince of Wales's daughter as soon as you come up. Ambitious!"

He gave me a thumbs up and continued:

"But... we have an old saying in the East called muffled and louder... Cough cough is not right, it means'If you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach a thousand miles'." Father coughed a streak of victories and drew around the temple with his index finger Two laps, "So son, no matter who you want to have a big belly, that's all for the future. Now you still need to do some preliminary preparations...understand?"

"Preliminary preparation?"

I repeated my father's words questioningly.

"It's what I used to say..."

So I thought about it carefully.

In my impression, my father always likes to say to his stepmother "posture is power", "practice makes perfect", "the iron rod is ground into a needle" and so on.Then the two of them hid in the bedroom mysteriously and said that they "created human beings".

Judging from the context of his father's past, perhaps "creating a human" and "big belly" are the same thing?I thought so at the time.

Therefore, I went on to conclude that “creating humans” is also something that requires knowledge accumulation and practice makes perfect.It's not that fast to master.

So before I make Margaret a mother, maybe I still have a lot of "postures" to learn?

So who should I call to practice creating human beings?

I began to think about the few women I knew.

Since Marguerite was a later thing, the stepmother didn't even have to think about it... Then after deliberation, the only option was the nasty violent girl of my sister.

Hmm... Although she has a bad personality, her chest is flat.But in order to realize Margaret's dream, I will reluctantly do an experiment on her first!

Thinking of this, I said to my father without hesitation:

"Understood. Before I make Margaret my mistress, I have to make my sister's belly bigger!"

"Well, that's right... Don't wait, what are you talking about, brat?"

The father gave a look of approval first, then his eyes widened.

He punched me hard in the head.

"I want to make your sister's belly bigger! Are you tired of living?"

"Didn't you say that you have to prepare first? That's why I want to practice on my sister first..."

I argued aggrievedly.

"Dare to say it!"

Father glared at me fiercely and gave me another hand knife without mercy.

"You won't be allowed to say this kind of bastard in the future! If your stepmother hears it, she will fight me desperately! Do you know?"

My father threatened me, and then muttered to himself:

"Damn, if this thing is really done, I really can't do anything to you, after all, it is my son... The most is to discount your legs and give your stepmother apologize... It is really troublesome for Germany to find an orthopedic doctor to treat your legs..."

After speaking, he turned his eyes to me again, smashed my chest with the back of his hand, and said:

"Fuck boy, listen carefully. If you want to be a harem king, you must first be able to fight! Secondly, you must be able to be beaten!"

"To do these two things, you must have a strong body."

"The body is the capital of everything, whether it is marching or opening a harem!"

"Because only with a strong body can you have a strong body; with a strong body, you can kill all your rivals and get the most beautiful woman; with a beautiful woman, you can use your strong body Let her be pregnant with a healthy child, and then use your powerful force to protect her, keep her away from danger, and give her a sense of security."

"In this way, you can become a qualified harem king!"

"Understood? Your little girl-controlled brat!"

With that said, my father rubbed my face with his hands, and finally let go after seeing me nodding sluggishly.Continue to say:

"Oh... But then again... those above are actually minutiae, whether it's the ability to fight or the body is strong... The ultimate goal is to prevent hatchets... .."

There was a sad look on his father's face, and he seemed to think of some unbearable past.

"Dad...what does the hatchet mean?"

I asked weakly.

"Oh... You see that I was so confused by you, I almost forgot that I was the only one who traveled, I am the only one. You don't understand this stalk..."

With that said, my father fumbled for a while with his hand in his pocket, and finally threw me a book.

"Here."

I took the book and took a look.

""Day...Day on Campus"?"

"After reading it, you will know what hatchet means."

Father patted me on the shoulder.

"No matter before that, you first need to improve a little bit of'posture'..."

After that, I was locked up by my father in the castle at home and trained cruelly for five years.