Chapter 753

Early in the morning, Arlo came out of her cabin, happily picked up the basket Carlisle made for her, flapping colorful wings to collect fruit.

After picking half a basket of fruits, she found some flowers, poured out some nectar and put it in a kettle.

Doing this, Arlo flapped her wings and flew to the edge of the cliff. She wanted to call her godmother, but she found that her godmother was gone.

"Get up so early?" Muttering, she didn't look for her anymore and flew to the floating island.

When she came to the floating island, the sun just rose from the East, and the glow broke through the thin fog.

"Dong Dong Dong!" Arlo fell in front of the hut by the lake and knocked on the door.

"Who?" In the room, gray opened his eyes and asked subconsciously. Then through his contact with the island, he realized that it was Arlo outside for the first time.

Mary fisson lay naked beside him, her arm on his chest, and was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Gray, it's me. I brought you breakfast!" The voice outside was very happy. Both of them could feel the joy in their tone.

"Wait a minute!" In reply, gray began to dress, and then got up to open the door.

"What are you doing?" Mary fisson took him by the arm with a hint of vigilance in her eyes.

"Open the door!" He took it for granted that, to tell the truth, although his mother and daughter wanted it, he also knew the difficulty.

Although Mary Pherson and Arlo are not related by blood, after all, they are commensurate with their mother and daughter. It is difficult to sleep together.

So he has no hope for this. When he needs to make a choice, of course, he chooses Mary fisson.

Of course, if they can accept it together, it's even better. No one has to give up.

However, this can only follow the trend and let him take the initiative to say that gray will not do it even if he is killed. The slightest mistake is the Shura field, and both sides cut off their relationship with him.

So, if you have a choice, don't hesitate, otherwise women think you have something.

A trace of hesitation flashed across Mary fisson's face. Finally, she pulled up the quilt to cover herself and whispered, "don't let her in."

She is no longer the simple fairy before. She can see the situation of Arlo now. She will continue to let her contact with the only man in the forest. She will be the same as herself sooner or later.

But for her, human ethics almost don't exist for her. Where do elves care about that.

Besides, she is an elf, while Arlo is a human, with different races, no blood relationship and no ethics.

Mary Pherson was a little confused. She didn't want to be known by Arlo and the elves, otherwise she wouldn't cover it up at the beginning.

Gray didn't know what she thought, or she would wake up with a smile when she slept. Maybe even though Arlo was still outside, he would go back and reward her on the spot.

Unexpectedly, she hasn't done anything yet. She has begun to take the initiative to introduce herself. She's really a good wife once in a century. Praise it.

Unfortunately, he didn't know. He thought that since Mary fisson didn't want to be known, he would continue to do so. Anyway, he thought it was very interesting.

When the door opened a third, Arlo was outside. Gray blocked the door and didn't let her in. He smiled and said, "why is it so early? What's the matter?"

I'm afraid she has something to do, so it's reasonable not to invite her in at the door.

"Gray, have breakfast!" Arlo raised his basket like a treasure and sniffed at the door, "what's the smell? Curious? "

"Thank you. Wait for me there. I want to tidy up." Gray smiled, pointed to the wooden bridge in front and quickly closed the door.

Looking back, Mary fisson was still hiding in the quilt.

Gray came forward and patted her hip. "Arlo brought breakfast. Would you like to go out for some food?"

"No, you go and take her to the forest." Mary fisson's muffled voice came out.

Gray tilted his mouth slightly, waved his hand to clean up the smell in the house, then picked up the elf and went out.

Little jasmine woke up as soon as she was exposed to the sun, and then joined the breakfast army.

Mary Pherson put on her dress, quietly opened the door and slipped away, and then came flapping her wings from a distance, as if she had just arrived.

After breakfast, the elves also came one after another. They still paid more attention to gray and discussed the construction of an island for gray.

However, this matter is not urgent. Gray is not urgent until the soil becomes more fertile. The island is put here. We can build it slowly. We don't want to build it into Moore forest at once.

Then gray and Arlo came to the small house they had built on the grass. They wanted to build a bigger house as the place where gray settled in Moore forest.

"Do you really want to build the house here?" Mary Pherson whispered. She didn't think it was good to build here.

Gray smiled confidently, "don't worry, I'll set up magic. Even if it's a riot inside, there's no sound outside."

He was not as proficient in the magic of controlling plant growth as Carlisle, so he called the tool man through the contract to build a house for himself.

This is not a random construction, but a living room, bedroom, kitchen, study and so on.

Pushing open the door made of vines, gray walked into the house and could smell the fragrance of primordial plants.

Arlo followed them curiously, watching gray walk around and decorate the materials.

Finally, gray stamped the soles of his feet on the ground, and the magic lines lit up. Pieces of materials were integrated into the hut. Soon, the hut shook slightly, and the magic array was arranged.

"I decided to let Carlisle cook a big dinner and everyone celebrate that I have my own house in Moore forest." Gray waved his hand and made a decision.

Carlisle: ah

"Master, would you be more sincere if you cook yourself?" Carlisle said weakly that she had to go back and take care of her potion field. "Of course, I'm just making a suggestion. I'm happy to serve the master."

"I'll come!" Arlo raised her hand. "I can cook, too. My aunts taught me."

Grayton raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "they taught you, but are you sure they can do it themselves?"

"Of course!" Arlo answered positively. She was very dissatisfied with Gray's question. How can she question her cooking.

After all, I've taken care of her for 16 years. Even if I can't at first, I should be able later, otherwise 16 years will be hard.

"All right!" Gray nodded and didn't disappoint the expected little girl. "Then let me... And Arlo cook in person to show you what the world's top chef is."

"Well, you wait for delicious food!" Arlo nodded heavily, confident in her cooking.