I wore it after killing the God of Light

Moreover, even though there was no wound, Mo Te saw a little red on half of Li Mingguang's earlobe.

It seems that someone left it on purpose.

Like provocation, like showing off.

The elf's eyes were half-downcast, and the shadows in the gem-like green eyes gradually cast a dark color that could not be dispelled by the city.

But when he looked at Li Mingguang, he was the elegant and noble god of music again.

"It's because I didn't think well." Mote apologized, and when she flipped her wrist, a fiery red rose appeared.

He inserted roses on the girl's temples, and very gently helped her straighten her somewhat messy hair.

The girl was horrified, and her cheeks gradually climbed into red clouds.

"Sorry, dear lady. I just liked him so much that I lost your wreath."

This sentence is for that girl, but also for the passers-by around, and especially for Li Mingguang.

"...Ah, it's okay, you don't need to apologize." The girl's eyes fluttered between the two, and she explained in a flustered and shy manner, "I just couldn't help it, and I definitely didn't mean to destroy your relationship..."

Li Mingguang sighed and took a step forward: "We have nothing to do with each other."

He plucked the red rose from the girl's hair, quietly destroyed the curse attached to it, and then inserted the flower back into the girl's hair.

Hate it or hate it, there is absolutely no problem with Li Mingguang's social etiquette as a mage.

He tried his best to draw a half apologetic smile, "He has this kind of personality, you don't need to take it to heart...and, compared to roses, lilies are more suitable for a young lady of your age."

After the debilitating and sickness effects attached to the rose were removed, not to mention the petals faded to pink, even the species changed.

Li Mingguang didn't have any thoughts about young girls. Although his current shell was just a boy, the sum of his previous two lives was indeed over [-] years old, and he was considered to be of the same generation as the other party's ancestors.

He spoke simply because he couldn't get used to Mete's narrow-mindedness.

If others send him flowers, it doesn't matter what Mote is.

Notel was quite friendly to the mage, and this trick-like spell did not cause any commotion.

On the contrary, it was the girl who covered her mouth and laughed a few times after seeing the flowers on her temples turned into lilies.

What a candid boy.she thought so.

Replacing roses with lilies, in the sense of flower language, he obviously cares about his half-elf companion.

As everyone knows, this is exactly the purpose of Mote.

That level of curse is only done by him at will, and it doesn't matter whether he succeeds or fails.

If it succeeds, Nortelle is just missing a flower seller girl.

She hindered the gods, so she should be psychologically prepared to be punished by the gods.

Even if it fails, His Master Mage takes action to resolve this small disturbance, and it will leave these people with the impression that they are indeed a couple of lovers—compared with words, actions are obviously more convincing.

In such a romantic place, probably no one will be unable to distinguish the flower language of lilies and roses.

Even if it is unintentional, if it falls into the eyes of others, such behavior is also a swearing of sovereignty and...jealousy.

Li Mingguang didn't have mind reading skills. If he had skills like mind reading skills or telepathy, Mo Te would definitely lose his face.

You have a thick face, you think too much, and you don't know who is the father until you calm down after a few fights.

As for flower language?Flower language can't be eaten.

"...Thank you for the song, and bless you!" The girl rambled a lot of compliments, and then slipped back into the crowd.

Until the turmoil passed, and Mo Te picked up the corolla he had discarded on the ground again with some satisfaction, Li Mingguang was still puzzled, and became even more certain that the God of Music had something wrong with him.

The next step is still shopping.

Li Mingguang accompanied him on the street until very late, until the lights on the streets of Notrell were extinguished one after another, and the stars shone on the two of them, Motte finally found a tavern that provided housing services.

The hotel is pink and the owner is a lovely couple.The husband is in charge of registering and receiving at the front desk, while his plump wife with a warm smile on her face is responsible for taking the guests to the reserved rooms.

Surprisingly, she knew them.

"I mentioned it when a guest came to eat before." The lady smiled, and her round face looked very gentle under the candlelight. "Because they are all good-looking people, and they all have personalities, we couldn't help chatting."

She didn't know what she thought of, and she said with emotion: "What an enviable couple, even when I was young, I was never so bold."

"You are still young, with the freshness and charm of youth."

Mote was very good at talking, and his wife pursed her lips and smiled straight at his compliment, and even reduced some housing expenses on the spot, wishing them a happy night.

——Due to unlucky timing, there is only one room left in this tavern that provides accommodation services.

Li Mingguang can completely replace sleep with meditation, and he still has scrolls to do, so it doesn't matter if he sleeps or not.

As long as there is a table in the room.

Although it was a single room, the bed was so big that it could even accommodate three adult men.Mo Te lay down for a long time, and did not see Li Mingguang intending to go to bed to rest.

The candles in the room have been blown out, only the light source is on the table.

Li Mingguang used the lighting technique and was assembling the scrolls one by one, so focused that Mo Te felt that he should not exist.

He saw the young man's eyelashes cast a silhouette like a small fan, staring at the other side's side face that had not yet fully grown.

Thinking of all the things before, the misplaced corolla and the tiny marks on his body, he did not hide the scrutiny and ardor in his eyes at all, his eyes were so intense that they could burn people through.

If it were someone else, they might not be able to bear to ask aloud.

But Li Mingguang was tossing about his magic scrolls, from changing sheep to space teleportation, he was still thinking about how to make the most of the existing materials and make a few more copies.

Concentrated mages won't know what happened in the unexpected world at all, and often there will be many incidents with hindsight, and even some jokes.

But mages are proud of it.

This is a manifestation of curiosity and concentration, which can only prove that they are indeed excellent mages.

Mote finally couldn't take it anymore, so he got out of bed disheveled, and patted Li Mingguang's shoulder with his collarbone half exposed.

After instinctively throwing several ice thorns behind him, Li Mingguang noticed the elf behind him with a strange expression.

"...Elves also have a fever?"

Mote's hair is messy and his image is not very good. He thinks it is normal for him to have such associations.

Mo Te laughed angrily, sour and jealous.

"Look at me." He raised his voice, "Could it be that I can't compare to these...these..."

Those are the scrolls of the sheep-changing technique. Li Mingguang used this spell on him in the afternoon, and Mote could recognize it through the magic wave.

Li Mingguang, whose train of thought was interrupted, didn't care about Mo Te's identity, and said in a vicious voice, "Take medicine if you are sick, and sleep if you are not sick."

"Didn't you see me working?"

He really felt that subconsciously waving a few ice thorns was considered light, especially for Mote who was entangled again.

"This kind of little mage will do it for practice. There are things for sale on any big plane. How can you waste your time on it?"

Mote swears that he is definitely not sour, but just feels worthless.

If Li Mingguang made Skyfire and Meteor Ice, which were extremely lethal, it would be fine to drop hundreds of curse-level scrolls that would blow the gods into a daze, but it was the sheep-changing scroll.

No matter which plane it is in, the price of the sheep-changing scroll will not exceed ten gold coins.

As a mage who is familiar with magic circuit drawing, the funny and entertaining effect of this type of scroll is far greater than reality.

The duration is too short, and it is very easy to develop resistance. These two points alone limit its possibility.

Compared with the sheep-changing technique, Mete felt that he was belittled.

The charm of the elf god is not as great as the sheep transformation technique, this kind of thing must not be admitted!

He had no choice but to hold on to a certain point, trying to be more rational: "Compared to wasting time on sheep-changing skills, adequate rest can relax the mind and be more conducive to research."

This time Li Mingguang did not interrupt him, but nodded in agreement after he finished speaking.

Then, the mage spoke and changed the topic: "But this is not an ordinary sheep-changing technique, you can shut up now."

Mote: "..."

"You don't think that I drew such a complicated magic pattern just for a spell that only lasts a few seconds?" Li Mingguang was quite excited when talking about his old profession.

This was an idea that popped up on his way to Notere, and it seemed completely feasible in theory.

This is not his original plane, and there is no truth council, so he has no choice but to make Mote his audience.

"This is my modified super sheep-changing technique."

Li Mingguang grabbed the half-drawn scroll on the table and began to explain his core ideas, "During the process of improvement, I also considered that humans cannot live by eating grass and that the digestive system of sheep is different from that of humans... In short Many survival issues are involved, and various immune and protective functions must be added..."

"……what?"

The unknown person finally turned into Mete.

"That is to say, after my lengthened and improved sheep-changing technique, I can transform people into sheep for more than a month while ensuring the health of the human body."

Li Mingguang is very proud, "This is an expansion and application of the category of Transfiguration, which has both theoretical and practical values..."

... No, not many mages would be so bored as to improve the sheep-changing technique and make the already tasteless sheep-changing technique even more tasteless.

Mete thought helplessly.

Looking at Li Mingguang, who was so excited on the spot, and even made paper and pen on the spot, preparing to research the paper, he felt a little funny again.

In order to stop that mouth that was too chattering, He had no choice but to simply lean down and seal it with a kiss.

...!

Li Mingguang was caught off guard, his pupils shrank sharply.

Then, with an angry smile, he crushed the sheep transformation technique in his hand, and said word by word: "Also, it is effective for gods."

Especially when the god is possessed and acts with the help of the body of the favored one.

Mete startled, but it was too late.

When he opened his mouth, he could only make a soft bleating sound.

The author has something to say: I forgot to set the time for saving the manuscript _(:з」∠)_, no rumors and no motivation.

This chapter tells us not to interfere with a mage's research, nor to interrupt a mage casually.

But misfortune is misfortune, Mote kissed anyway.

There are still a few who haven't kissed yet.

Like a god of light.