After Zhu Chu walked over, the chandelier began to sway, and the pendants on it collided and made a crisp sound. The young lady raised her head in confusion: "Is this an earthquake? No."

Zhu Chu threw a spell and went up to stabilize the chandelier, smiling: "It must have been blown by the wind."

The young lady glanced at the wide open window and was a little confused. She put her phone on the table, picked up the menu and handed it to Zhu Chu: "We can provide all the dishes here, guests can do whatever they want."

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

She returned the marked menu to the young lady, looked at the light above her head, and made sure there was no danger, then turned around and went up first.

Black magicians are becoming more and more rampant now. The reason why the chandelier was shaking just now is because of the black magic cast on it. When the number of people standing under the chandelier is greater than one, this black magic will be triggered.

Abnormal disappearance cases have attracted the attention of the society. They may want to use other methods to cause events that appear to be natural deaths in order to cover up their traces.

The method is cunning.

Zhuchu pushed the door open and entered the room full of sadness.

The sound of water in the bathroom has stopped, and there is misty water vapor floating out of it, but there is no one there.

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

His Majesty the Elf King has long golden hair that is wet, and he is wearing a pure white bathrobe from the hotel. His chest is slightly exposed, and his looming collarbone is beautiful.

The beauty is alluring.

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

Novel raised his eyes and said in a casual tone: "I caught a bastard."

I secretly estimated that he must be the one who set up the black magic downstairs.

It happened that His Majesty the Elf King was in bad luck. Zhu Chu didn't think that the black magician would have a good end, so he was smart enough not to interfere.

She changed the subject and focused her attention on Norville'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 ankles. Nowell probably thought it was troublesome, so he only left his hair to the waist. It was wet at the moment, and there were water droplets falling on the carpet, making it look dizzy.

A trace of water.

Novel raised his light eyelashes, his eyes fell on the girl, and his voice contained a little request: "Can you help me?"

The elf's eyes were clear, and the blue color contained the farness of the sky. The emotions that arose at this moment were subtle and moving.

Zhu Chu had been coveting the 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 flows in the palm of the hand, like a natural dryer, and soon the golden hair becomes fluffy and soft, feeling like silk on the hand.

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

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

The elves themselves are so beautiful that they don't distinguish between male and female, so they probably look good no matter how they dress up.

In his past life, no one had dared to make such a bold request to His Majesty the Elf King. He was stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!