Chapter 677

Three sneaky figures flew back to Moore forest, flew to the depths of the forest, and soon came to the water.

"They're celebrating, celebrating that Arlo was cursed by Mary Pherson!" The three elves hid in the tree, looked at the scene outside and said angrily.

Because there is nothing to celebrate in the woods, everyone is basically happy every day and will not celebrate anything.

Only Mary Pherson's orders can make them celebrate. She is now the queen of Moore forest. The elves dare not resist her orders. This must be that she thinks the curse will succeed, so she is ready to celebrate.

"I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten all day. Why don't we eat their food and ruin their celebration."

"Good idea." The other two agreed without thinking. Anyone who saw no one on the stone platform on the cliff quietly flew over.

"We ate Mary Pherson's food so that she didn't have to eat, this damn guy!"

This is where Mary Fischer used to sleep. Naturally, the things here are also prepared for Mary Fischer, which is easy to guess.

The three elves flew to the stone table, jumped directly into the basket, held the fruit and began to bite.

"I want to dedicate this to gray and thank him for helping us."

The voice of an elf came, and the three elves delayed, picked up a fruit, flapped their wings and flew into the leaves above to hide.

From among the leaves, the three saw several elves put a small basket on the other side of the stone table, which contained several fruits that were not common in Moore forest.

"Damn it, we should wait." Then you can eat those fruits.

"Come on, Mary Pherson is coming back. We can't be found by her." The blue butterfly fairy urged softly.

The three elves quickly slipped away from the other side of the tree, and their heads would not enter the forest.

They said they were not afraid of Mary fisson, but in fact they were scared to death.

"Well, Mary Pherson eats the rest of us."

Carrying a basket, Arlo walked slowly to the stone table, gently took out the flowers in the basket and put them in the middle of the fruit.

This is not only an ornament, but also a drink. The sweet spring of wine is installed in the flowers.

"Eh, who ate the fruit here? A few are missing." With a sound of doubt, Arlo hurriedly went to the elves and asked them to give themselves a few more fruits to make up for the eaten ones.

When she came back with the fruit, Arlo put it in one by one and was suddenly attracted by a slender stick in the basket.

"What is this?" Arlo picked up the stick and found that the other end of the stick was very sharp, like a thick wooden needle.

Such a delicate wooden needle is rare. Arlo picked it up and inserted it into her belt. She was happy to go to Mary fisson.

But as soon as she looked back, she found her godmother and gray behind her.

It turned out that after the afternoon, they had been following her, ready to stop any situation in time.

Mary fisson is afraid that the curse will come true, and gray wants to know whether the curse will be solved so easily or something else will happen.

If there is any change, in what form does it appear? Is it the power of the curse that directly creates a loom out of thin air in front of Arlo?

So he followed Arlo and was ready to watch the change.

"It seems that it's all right." Gray smiled. Now Arlo's birthday dinner is about to begin, the sun is about to set, and the curse time is about to pass. Arlo has no chance to touch other things that may hurt her.

Mary feisen nodded slightly. She was glad that when she cursed, the curse was very clear and needed the spindle on the loom. There was no loom or spindle in Moore forest, so the curse could not be realized.

Arlo spent today, the curse will no longer pose any threat to her. She will continue to be a happy princess, not a human princess, but a princess of Moore forest.

At the beginning of the birthday party, gray took out a huge cake and put it on the grass. The diameter of the cake was two meters and the height was one meter.

The sweet smell filled the air, and the elves came around one after another, looking at the cake and drooling.

"Don't worry, let's sing a happy birthday song first, and then we can eat." Gray put a candle on Arlo's cake and patted his palm to attract everyone's attention.

"Happy Birthday to you... Little Molly is the first to say. She doesn't remember her birthday, but it doesn't matter. Her birthday is with gray. When Gray's birthday is, she's the birthday. She can also sing the happy birthday song, and she sings it very well.

The elves didn't say that they had a birthday, but they knew that birthday was an important day for mankind. They began to sing together and send good wishes.

After singing the song, the elves continued to stare at the cake, and Arlo blew out the candles. "I hope you can be happy forever. I want to live with my godmother forever."

Gray turned his mouth and said, "if you say it, it won't work." he swallowed it back. Don't joke when you're happy.

"Divide the cake!" Little Molly comes forward attentively and becomes a normal person. She takes out a big plate and has to do it.

Gray waved to the forest. Countless leaves flew in, washed in the clear stream, and flew to him one after another.

"Come on, it's time to share the cake." With a gentle slap on the ELF's restless little hand, gray took out the cake knife and gave it to Arlo and Mary Pherson.

"Hum, I'll do it myself!" The elf tooted his little mouth and stretched his little hand to the cake again.

Gray was so angry that he dug a large piece and gave it to her. With such a big plate, you might as well move the cake away so that we wouldn't have to share it here.

The elf walked away contentedly. Who said she had to fill a big plate. She just didn't want the cake to fall off.

The elves swallowed their saliva at the cake, but they looked at Mary Pherson timidly and didn't dare to come forward.

"Come here, don't be afraid of her." Gray shouted, "she's fine. She won't do anything to you."

This cake is not only to celebrate Arlo's birthday, but also to thank the elves for collecting potions for him all the time, so they all have one. What can they do if they don't eat it?

Mary fisson took a knife, cut a piece of cake and held out her hand to the spirit behind.

When the elves found that Mary Pherson was not as terrible as before, they dared to come forward, take the cake and run away.

The elves are actually not timid. As long as someone takes the lead, they dare to do a lot of things, not to mention receiving a delicious cake from Mary Pherson.

As more and more elves got the cake from Mary Pherson, the elves felt that she was not as terrible as before.

The sun set in the west, and half of the red disc fell into the mountains. The sun was warm and bright, not dazzling.

"Thank you!" The last cake was given to them, and the rest was left by gray for himself, Mary Pherson and Arlo.

"It smells good, eat well!" Arlo took a small bite and her happy eyes narrowed.

When she opened her eyes, she found that she had a little cream on her hands, a feeling of wet and greasy, and subconsciously wiped it on her waist.

"Ah!" A trace of blood suddenly appeared in the belly of her index finger. Arlo exclaimed. She didn't have time to say anything. A strong smell of curse broke out, and she fell straight down.