Chapter 121: Hypothetical paladin

The appearance of the source is determined by the properties of the sprite itself.
They may be spherical, slender, oblate...and may even grow into a single flower.
The color is also related to the characteristics of a certain aspect of the elf that was born.
Source species are green elves often have a high affinity for plants, red is likely to be an temper, blue species often have a quiet elf...
But those are just the rules of the normal elves, so far, the source of the blood elves is a color - unknown black.
When the first black genus of the blood elves appeared on the elf tree nine hundred years ago, the elves thought that the ominous tree had produced some ominous variations, causing a wide range of horror in the family.
Later, the Elf Queen communicated with the Elf Mother Tree urgently, only to confirm that this is just a special kind, not a different kind of alien.
However, even with the recognition of the Elf Mother Tree, the distinctive recipes and the evil appearance still make the Blood Elf subtle in the Elf.
The inheritance from the same kind of aesthetics also makes the blood elves feel from the heart that their source is very ugly.
Therefore, when Guangming Shengzi asks about his source, he will be so reluctant to show his feelings that he does not want to show his ugly appearance in front of his partner.
It seems that his instincts are right.
As soon as he came into contact with his source, the bright sun was stunned by a group of black fog that did not know where it came from, and lost consciousness.
During Cecil's unconsciousness, he tried many ways to wake him up.
He tried to attack his own source, but those who were not black fog and he was born with the same origin, all the attacks fell on it and were absorbed silently, which did not work at all.
He showed his fangs, biting on Cecil's body, trying to wake him up with pain, but it still didn't work.
In the end, there was no way to go, and he even woke up the Queen who had just returned to the Elf Mother Tree.
However, the re-emerging Elf Queen looked at the bright Son wrapped in a black mist and did not reveal any confusing expression.
The blue-colored elf just glanced at him calmly with the green eyes, and comforted the savage descendant with a soft, stream-like sound: "Don't worry, Ann, he is just reading your 'secret', you want I believe that your source will not hurt your chosen partner."
The blood elf was a little relieved and no longer tried to wake people up.
Just looking at the brows of Guangming Shengzi, he still can't completely calm down.
There has been a saying in the elves that the source species carries the original secret of the elf's life.
It’s just that for thousands of years, no elf has personally verified this statement. This
secret
specifically refers to what has never been known by the elves.
For a long time, the source species have only been proved by the elves as a simple existence.
Although the general belief of the elves is escaping from the world, occasionally there are ethnic minorities who choose to live outside for a variety of reasons.
When the time comes out, the source of the same family falls from the elf tree and turns into nothingness, which indicates the end of the elf's life.
Other than that, there seems to be no other meaning.
Like other elves, he originally thought so.
- Until the Light Son touched his source, he fell into a coma.
He used his fingertips to cross the frown of Cecil, trying to smooth out the discordant folds.
But the little mouse that was asleep was extremely stubborn. He only opened his wrinkled brow in the last second, and the next second was restored.
What did he see in the source, will he show such a painful expression?
The blood elf overwhelmed the lover's brow over and over again, and wondered why there was a fear of restraint.
He suddenly felt a feeling in the midst of it.
It seems that many years ago, in those memory cages that were crushed into countless pieces and thrown into the sea of ​​stars, the person in his arms closed his eyes so quietly, and then never woke up to see him.
Then in his mind was a stumbling background, not tall, and very thin, wearing a strange costume he had never seen before, and kept walking forward, half of the figure melted in the dark, revealing a fuzzy outline.
This is very strange.
The blood elf is sure that he has not seen that person.
Just don't know why, but he couldn't help but put the thin figure together with the bright Son in front of him.
......
The process of waiting was lengthened in an exponential manner. I don’t know how long it took, and the eyelashes of the bright son of the arms finally trembled and then opened his eyes.
When he was on the pair of black scorpions with a hint of water, he couldn't help but mutter the name of the bright son: "... Cecil."
The next sentence that was not said is: Don't leave me anymore.
Then the person who read his name narrowed his eyes slightly, and then there was a mist of water in his eyes. The big transparent teardrop quickly rolled down his eyes and fell down his cheeks. The clothes on his legs were all wet.
The blood elf can't take care of the inner fears, and wipes his tears with his own bright son.
Cecil is a very proud person in his bones. Even when he is most bullied by him, he only secretizes one or two physiological teardrops in his eyes. He has never seen Cecil crying so fiercely. .
The fingertips touched the warm tears of the eyes of the bright Son, and at this moment, the blood elves hated their own source.
Because he did not know what the Light Son saw in the source, he could only apologize in a panic: "Dear, sorry, it is my fault..."
He tried hard to comfort his Cecil, but the tears seemed to be wiped out. He erased one and there will be more lined up from his fingertips.
The bright saint suddenly struggled to sit up from the ground, grabbed his neck and forced him to bow his head and buried his face in his shoulder.
Soon, he felt his neck wet with the warm liquid.
They walked along the curve of the neck, like a sly guy, slid down from the collar, inexplicably brought a hot temperature, hot heartache.
His hands hesitated for a long while in midair, and finally caught the slightly thin back of the man who was a little smaller than him. He patted it on the top and awkwardly in his mouth. Look at him: "Dear."
The bright Son seems to be really comforted by his unruly method, and the tears gradually stopped.
He lifted his head and leaned into his ear, muttering with a low, low voice: "I want to apologize to me... Ambrose, I will never leave you again."
Even if you have to leave, you will not disappear like that.
The hot scent sprayed on his ear tip, burning his eartips hot, without knowing it must have become red.
Hearing the words of Guangming Shengzi, which is similar to the promised words, his uneasy heart suddenly settled down, holding the arms of the arms of the person slightly tightened and fixed: "Good."
Although I didn't know what happened, I had a strong thought in my heart that drove him and immediately agreed to it!
As if deep inside, what is there, has promised for this sentence... Waiting for a long time.
then--
He felt that his ear tip was in a warm place and then he was gently bitten.
An itching sensation exploded from the tiny, sensitive nerves of the eartips, and spread to the limbs in the blink of an eye. The blood elf's movements suddenly froze.
"Cesil," his chest swelled up and down, trying to discourage him from starting to "attack" his bright son, but he didn't know how to organize the language. He paused for a moment: "You..."
Fortunately, the Light Son also understands that this place is not a good place to "bite the ear", just take a sip and release it.
Although he was still worried about how to save his ear tip from Cecil's mouth, when the person really left, there was a resentment in his heart.
So he followed his own mind, holding the face of the bright son, bowed his head, and kissed his slightly reddish nose and cheek.
At this time, the bright son opened his legs slightly, his knees on the soft soil, and he sat on his lap.
This was originally a very awkward posture, and with the man who was raised in the head holding the cheek, he had to stretch his neck high and the upper body was also tilted toward the man. With his hands on the shoulder of the man, he could barely hold it. Body shape.
It is a gesture of sacrifice.
When the craze of the heart cooled down a little, the blood elf slowly released the cheek of the bright son.
He Wei did not loosen his hands on his shoulders. He used the tears that were particularly dark after being washed away by tears, and stared at the blood elves in front of him. He promised with a hoarse voice: "When you go back...you I want to know, I will tell you one by one."
The eyes of the blood elf suddenly slammed, and the open lips shivered slightly, and finally a low voice from the throat: "Good."
He has said to himself many times before, as long as Cecil does not leave him, the little secrets hidden in the heart of Cecil, he can always pretend to be invisible.
But now this little mouse is willing to take the initiative to confess to him, no doubt an unexpected surprise.
No one will not want to know all of the partner unless... the so-called love is just floating on the surface.
He Weiji asked: "Go back and touch my ears, no more hiding."
The blood elf silenced and looked at the bright eyes of the bright son. After struggling for a few seconds, he nodded silently.
Because of his relatives, he has always had a layer of light red on his pale cheeks, which is especially beautiful.
He Wei kissed his nose and was satisfied: "Hey."
The blood elf lowered his eyes and gave a low voice. When he got up from himself, he followed up and carefully helped the bright sun to sort out the clothes that had just been smashed.
Fortunately, the "soil" here is also composed of the anger generated by the elf mother tree. It is not like the real soil. It is extremely difficult to clean up after being smashed, but it is dropped when it is lightly shot. It will not be on the clothes. Leave any traces.
He Wei also helped the blood elves to sort out the shoulder clothes and neckline that he had messed up.
However, after finishing each other and raising his head, his footsteps were awkward.
If the blood elf on the side is holding him with a powerful arm, he may have been indecently knocked down on the ground by himself.
He clearly saw that on a branch not far away, sitting on a small figure, the delicate light green translucent wings hang behind him, the green eyes were calm and waveless, and the long curly hair was hanging down to the ankle. A leisurely gesture, I don’t know how long I have been there.
Why are you stunned: "..."
He twisted his head to see the blood elf, but found that he was also a sinking look.
Blood Elf: "..."
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