I wore it after killing the God of Light

After deciding to go to the territory of the elves, Mete moved much faster, and it only took half a day to walk around Notel.

He originally wanted to leave directly, but he was afraid that his actions would arouse Li Mingguang's suspicion, so he suppressed his thoughts and reluctantly stayed in this city of music for another day.

"I thought you would let me stay with you for a few more days." Li Mingguang didn't have any doubts, but just mentioned it unintentionally during the meal, "After all, after passing this village, there will be no such shop."

Saying this is actually to cover up the fact that he will not leave this plane.

Mo Te almost broke out in a cold sweat on the spot, but luckily he had already thought out the rhetoric to deal with it in advance, so there was no flaw.

Pretentiously sighing, the elf deliberately showed a sad expression, "I know. So, after returning to the elves, I will not directly give you the water of life."

Li Mingguang understood, "Change a place to accompany you? OK."

He narrowed his eyes happily, "Then last night will be regarded as an extra gift service. Counting from today, it can't exceed five days, and the price will increase after five days. What do you think?"

Before he spoke, he was still drinking milk, and he didn't realize how ambiguous what he said was.

Mo Te's eyes darkened, but she didn't refuse.

He handed over the handkerchief, and before Li Mingguang could say thanks, the soft and silky cloth had already wiped his lips.

The blond elf bowed slightly, with focused and gentle eyes, causing many people in the restaurant to look at him secretly——Fortunately, after what happened on the street yesterday, Notelle has already had a lot of People have heard of them.

Who wouldn't want a partner who is so gentle and caring, yet domineering and cute at the same time?

What's more, the other party is still so beautiful.

"Most of them are looking at you." Li Mingguang took the handkerchief himself and reminded, "You don't have to sit next to me to block it."

"Even so, I don't want you to be stared at by others." Mete said softly, her eyes never leaving him.

Li Mingguang was noncommittal, "Really?"

If I remember correctly, it was Mote who insisted on taking his meal time and dragged him to this very famous restaurant in Notreil.

What a contradictory god who wants everyone to know about their relationship and wants to monopolize him.

Li Mingguang expressed his understanding emotionally, and felt deeply worthless for Mo Te.

You say it's not good to like someone, why do you have to hang yourself on this crooked neck tree?

He's just an emotionless killer. Even if there was such a thing as falling in love, he probably wouldn't consider talking to the gods.

Mote probably knew this, but still enjoyed it.

In his previous world, this was called a spare tire.

It's still the kind that takes the initiative to come forward and is happy to be rejected by the object of pursuit.

... a bit miserable.

"I said, are you really not going to change your love?" Thinking of this, Li Mingguang felt bored again, and started to get angry.

"It's obviously not worthwhile to like me. If you just change to a beautiful elf, you might have crawled on your bed early."

He looked like he was still underage, and he was talking about hitting home plate, and Mote, who was drinking water, almost choked.

"...You can act more calmly." Seeing his reaction, Li Mingguang choked a little.

"I'm just giving you a suggestion from the standpoint of someone who has experienced it. After all, we are also in a transaction relationship. You are my customer."

Li Mingguang recalled the intricate relationship between the mages, and sincerely suggested to him in the tone of someone who had experienced it: "Sometimes having a few shots will help you see yourself better. You don't necessarily like me that much."

The two mages he knew before, after getting together because of an accident, they changed from a simple enemy to a complicated relationship between an enemy and a friend.

The most important thing is that the research fields of the two mages just complement each other, and it is inevitable to argue with each other when dealing with each other... Once they come and go, it becomes a virtuous circle, and going to bed does not delay the study of spells.

Mo Te's complexion was not very good-looking, and for a moment it turned dark into the bottom of the pot, "...Did you go on a date?"

He crushed the cup in his hand, almost lost control of his strength, and ruined the entire restaurant.

If the answer is "yes"...

He loves Li Mingguang, but disobedient mages need to be punished.As for those former objects... Mote will not let go of any of them.

After thinking for a while, Li Mingguang decided to tell the truth: "No."

Those who can climb into his bed don't need to climb into his bed, and those who want to get into his bed have no ability to get into his bed.

And he doesn't need to see himself clearly, his purpose in life has always been clear.

He has never eaten pork, and he has seen pigs run away. Although he has never been in a relationship, he thinks it is okay for him to give Mo Te some advice.

The young man said earnestly, "Although I have no experience, I have seen many mages who vowed to show up for research and theory, and finally hugged their partners, it was really fragrant."

Things like research and theory are just like him, they are all crooked neck trees!

"Of course, this doesn't include me." He fully demonstrated the essence of double standards, "After all, I am different from them."

In Li Mingguang's eyes, mages are divided into three types, ordinary mages, genius mages, and himself.

It's not arrogance, but a conclusion drawn from practice.

He has to consider the self-esteem of other mages. If he claims to be a genius, those mages who are truly geniuses will be very sad and frustrated. It is better to classify them separately.

The words are hateful and cute, and Mote really wants to lock him up now, and then gag the mouth that keeps opening and closing, so that the mage can no longer speak complete sentences.

However, now is not the time, he has to be patient and let the opponent relax his guard step by step.

"I just want to try it with you," Motte said, hitting a straight ball.

He really liked Li Mingguang, even if he decided to keep him by his side no matter what method he used, he hoped that he would be more willing.

The Godhead of the God of Life has never changed its master, and He was born at the beginning of the creation of the world.

Such a contradictory and delicate mood, in the long time that can be remembered for thousands of years, He only had it with Li Mingguang.

Li Mingguang waved his hand and refused flatly, "No, I don't want to try with you."

Mote's green eyes dimmed instantly, and his head drooped slightly, like some kind of large dog that had been reprimanded by its master.

Li Mingguang felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.

"At least until the goal is achieved, I don't think so."

He added that he didn't say too much after all, "Maybe you will have a chance in the future, but don't have too much hope."

According to the lifespan of a mage, the peak of his physical function is about three hundred years old.Reloading the file again, even though he was more confident, Li Mingguang was still not sure that he would be able to kill the God of Light at the age of [-] to [-] years old.

In the case of fate secretly making troubles, he really couldn't make promises like "try it" to Mote.

The world is impermanent, and they are still opposed in essence, and they may become enemies someday.

After rubbing the flag secretly, Li Mingguang's guilty conscience suddenly eased a lot.

He forked the last piece of small steak, "Leaving today? I didn't see the teleportation array in Notel."

In his original plane, many mages have participated in the construction of various countries. Teleportation arrays are everywhere, so it is convenient to go anywhere.

Notel doesn't have a teleportation array, and according to experience, elves always like to live in places far away from people and isolated from the world.

Li Mingguang didn't want to spend several days on the road.

"Do you know the specific coordinates of the elf territory? I will make a directional teleportation scroll."

Mo Te shook his head, "No, I'll just take you there."

Li Mingguang didn't want to believe it, so he looked at him suspiciously.

There are usually three ways for a god to come to a certain plane. It is common to seal the power directly to the lower realm or appoint a clone.There are few people like Mote who use the imprint left on their loved ones to show up as ideology.

Possessing the body of a god-favored person means that one's ability is restricted by the gods, and the power that can be exerted is extremely limited.

Mete, the god-favored one, is not strong. He didn't get rid of it at the beginning, but he was worried that Mete would come in two other forms, and he would not be able to beat him.

It's normal for him to doubt the elf's ability.

When it comes to strength, Li Mingguang has never been tactful, "The one you possess is a bit weak, and I doubt his ability."

"Of course not relying on him." Mo Te was vague, "When I arrived, the Temple of Life received the news."

He has already issued an order, as long as he returns to the territory of the elves, the Temple of Life will start the séance ceremony.

His body will descend in person and seal off the entire plane.

Everything is to keep Li Mingguang here and lock him by his side.

Let go if you can't get it?A certain concept called "perfection" does not exist for God.

The love of God is also possession.

There will always be some secret techniques that are forbidden to be passed on in the temple, and Li Mingguang has no doubts.

"Leave after eating? Or tomorrow?" He asked Mo Te.

"Wait until they're ready." Mote replied, watertight, "It will take a little time to locate the temple."

If a mage wants to teleport a certain target, he really needs to determine the location of that target.

It can be explained logically, so Li Mingguang feels more at ease.

"Are there many elves in this plane?"

Elves usually live in groups. The more elves there are, the more lush and lush the ancient tree of life will be, and the more stable the output of the water of life will be.

Mote didn't answer directly, but kept it a secret, "You will see."

How could he not know Li Mingguang's little thoughts?

It's just that it's not time to pick it out yet.

The elves have the best archers in the world. They live in the jungle, keenly and patiently lure their prey, and lead them to the traps they set.

At this moment, Mote is that kind of hunter.

"It's fine if you don't say anything, I have nothing to lose anyway." Li Mingguang stretched out his palm and shook it in front of the elf a few times, "Remember, count from five days~"

The corners of Mo Te's mouth were raised high, showing a very doting smile, "Well, you can do whatever you want."

——As long as you stay by His side obediently, you can ask for anything.

If he is not good, even if he likes Li Mingguang, he will punish him.

The author has something to say: Ah Guang: Although I can't understand the hints with a shield, I have a perfect score in theory, and there is no conflict in being a love expert

Mote: It’s okay, you will understand soon :)

#On the experience of turning gentle and loyal dog into blackening#

Finally... more comments and more love _(:з」∠)_, if I write code words on a single machine, I may start the game to go fishing halfway through writing.

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感谢在2019-12-0521:34:12~2019-12-0715:22:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 autumn;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!