Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 123 Fate Brings You and Me Together

"I have to correct you. I wasn't attracted here by your barbecue. I simply felt a strange atmosphere here, so I wanted to take a look, and ended up meeting you."

"Really?" Lord suppressed a smile. "Then I should be even more grateful to Mushroom Skewers. After all, if it weren't for them, I wouldn't have thought of any other way to get closer to you."

"If you really want to express your gratitude, you might as well build a statue of that mushroom skewer."

Celie retorted in the same joking manner.

But unexpectedly, the man was considering her proposal seriously. "What you said does make sense."

"Hmm," Celie said, a little confused. "You don't really want to erect a statue of a mushroom skewer, do you? That's too weird!"

Celia had seen statues erected to gods and statues erected to great heroes, but she had never seen a statue erected to a bunch of mushrooms.

If it really stands up, how will we explain it to future generations?
Did Lord, the savior of the gods, once use this string of mushrooms to get to know his best friend Celia?
How weird!

"No, not the individual mushroom string statues."

Lord's eyes were a little cunning, and he stroked his chin with his fingers, as if he was planning something.

"I'm thinking of erecting a statue called 'Fateful Encounter.'" He gestured, his tone serious, making Celie wonder if he was joking.

"The elf lady sat on a branch, looking down at the humans below with pride, while that ignorant fellow was handing her a bunch of mushrooms."

Celia was stunned for two seconds, then something occurred to her, and she immediately retorted: "I wasn't sitting in a tree at the time, and are you serious?"

"Of course." Lord nodded with a smile. "This is a historic moment, worthy of a statue to commemorate it."

Celie held her forehead, looking somewhat helpless. "Then why not erect a statue of you and carve a line of words underneath: 'The legendary savior hero - Lord, but he once used a bunch of mushrooms to trick an elf into joining him on his adventures.'"

Lord looked at what was in front of him and then lowered his head. Celie, still frowning and gnawing on the burnt rabbit meat, couldn't help but laugh softly.

"I don't think it was a deception. The elf lady clearly wanted to be abducted by me."

Celie continued to struggle with the hard piece of rabbit meat, but gave him a displeased look. "Whatever you say, I won't admit that I was attracted to your mushroom skewers."

Even if Celie starved to death and never ate anything again, she would never let people know that she was lured out of the Elf Forest by Lord using a bunch of mushrooms.

It was obvious that he was attracted by the other party's magical talent, which was why he stepped out of the Elf Forest to accompany him on the adventure.

"Okay, okay, if you say it's not, then it's not." Lord smiled and shook his head, "But when I really put up the statue, don't sneak over to see it."

Celia paused for a moment after hearing this, and immediately retorted: "Who would do such a thing?"

But for some reason, that picture inexplicably emerged in her mind. If there really was a statue like that, she might really not be able to help but take a look.

She took another bite of the skewer in her hand, and it still tasted bad, as if she was biting some hateful guy.

Lord's smile deepened as he looked at Celie pretending to be tough.

Suibian stopped teasing her and took out some wild fruits from his bag and handed them to her.

"Here, I just picked it. At least it won't burn."

As the distance from the place where the gods fell grew larger, the surrounding environment returned to normal, and Lord discovered these wild fruits on a cliff.

Celie took the fruit, took a bite, and the sweet juice spread in her mouth.

She looked at Lord across the campfire, just as she had done before.

The other person would always take out a fruit and hand it to me.

Even now, it's the same. "Actually..." she suddenly said, her voice very soft, "even without the mushroom skewers, we would probably still have met."

Lord looked up at her with a questioning look in his eyes.

Celie didn't explain, she just lowered her head and took another bite of the fruit, the feelings in her heart just like the taste in her mouth.

Because fate always brings the people we are meant to meet to each other.

The sun was shining brightly, with a wisp of mist in the woods, and Lord and Celie had already set out on their journey again.

Celie walked in front with a brisk pace, causing her long golden hair to sway slightly with each step.

Unlike the beginning when they were often attacked by monsters, their adventure is now more peaceful and they rarely encounter monsters along the way.

Suddenly, my left hand was wrapped in a familiar warmth.

She knew who it was without turning around.

"The road ahead is a bit slippery," Lord's voice was filled with a matter-of-fact smile, but his restless hand had already naturally grasped the elf lady's little hand.

"If you accidentally slip, I, your best friend, will be very distressed."

Celie stopped and looked down at their tightly clasped hands.

This is the third time since we set out today.

The first time was when crossing a stream, Lord shamelessly said, "I'm afraid the water will wash away my best friend."

The second time was when she was walking through a patch of psychedelic flowers. She had already sensed something was wrong and cast a spell to dispel it, but the man still held her hand.

The other party's reason at that time was to "prevent the elf lady from falling into an illusion."

Every excuse he gave was as flawed as the burnt rabbit meat he roasted.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at Lord with a hint of inquiry in her eyes: "Lord, is this the custom in your hometown?"

"Yes." Lord blinked and explained seriously: "In my hometown, close friends have to walk hand in hand."

"Between 'close friends' back home," she shook their clasped hands, "is it really necessary to maintain physical contact all the time? Especially in this non-threatening environment?"

There was no change in Lord's expression, at least the elf lady couldn't find any flaws.

"Of course! This is the highest form of expressing our deep friendship, trust and support for each other! Celie, do you believe me?"

Celie frowned slightly. Her elf intuition made her subconsciously feel that this man was lying, but she couldn't find any way to refute it.

So she tentatively asked, "Is this true even between close friends of the same sex?"

"Yes, for example, two girls who are close to each other will walk hand in hand like this."

As he spoke, he shook Celia's hand seriously, as if to strengthen his persuasiveness.

"What about between the two boys?"

"Of course it's the same!" Lord said without blushing or beating his heart.

Celie imagined the scene of two boys walking hand in hand on the street, and a subtle expression flashed across her face.

This is really beyond the elves' understanding of "friendship".

(End of this chapter)