I wore it after killing the God of Light

"You, you, you... you are shameless!" The blond little prince was furious, and cursed something in Elven language in a low voice.

Li Mingguang didn't hear it very clearly, but judging from the meaning, it should be lowly and other not-so-good descriptions.

An elf who has never experienced beatings in society, he can't even swear.

At least on the surface, he didn't look angry, but instead asked, "Are you a hundred years old this year?"

Elves have a relatively long lifespan, starting at 500 years, and usually reach adulthood after a hundred years.

"It's older than you anyway!" The elf prince replied loudly, completely ignoring his father next to him.

"Here, Your Excellency...he..." The Elf King showed embarrassment, and did not expect such a development.

This person favored by the gods should be overwhelmed by their elegance and nobility, realize his mediocrity and shallowness, become peaceful and honest, and stop thinking about the love he shouldn't have.

...This way of getting rid of Mawei is completely wrong, isn't it?

"It's okay, children are like this." Li Mingguang waved his hand very generously, "But I didn't lie just now. When I recognized Mo Te, this little guy should not have been born yet."

As he spoke, he showed a provocative smile at the little elf prince.

The mages who have dealt with Li Mingguang all know that the speaker is usually indifferent to strangers, just like a flower that can only be seen from a distance.

But when he wanted to open his mouth to irritate people deliberately, his mouth was more powerful than a spider's venom.

"According to the age of human beings, it's okay for you to call me ancestor."

The proud elf prince, the next elf king, and the future priest of the temple, had never been ridiculed in front of him like this.

...and that person!He even called God by his name!What a disrespect!

He was so anxious that his eyes were a little red, which made Li Mingguang the one who bullied.

——Of course, Li Mingguang actually did too.

Bullying children makes him feel happy, especially such arrogant children who have not experienced beatings by society.

"Believe it or not is up to you." He said lightly, "Anyway, Mete and I, oh, your great Chandra, met almost 200 years ago."

Although that is not a pleasant memory.

Li Mingguang began to miss Ta Ling. If Ta Ling was here, he might be able to complain with him and miss the past.

More than 200 years ago, it was probably the most handsome moment of Li Mingguang's life.

It probably manifests itself as an indiscriminate hatred of gods, and everyone feels that they are here to arrest themselves. Every day, they are either on the way to make trouble or on the way to be made trouble.

To put it mildly, it can be said that he is alone against the world, and to put it bluntly, he is the kind who is in the second grade, or the kind who reaches home in the second grade.

When he met Mo Te, he was being hunted down by a lower god of the dark camp, but because of his preparations in advance, he was not only not in a panic at that time, but also had time to watch the scenery.

He didn't mean to smear it deliberately. At that time, Li Mingguang really felt that the lower gods were a group of blind believers in power, who only had their own advantages and didn't pay attention to strategy.

The lower gods are the ones who have fallen the most in the war of gods. To put it bluntly, they are high-level cannon fodder, so they can only play prestige against other races that have not yet become gods.

The lower god was easily introduced by Li Mingguang into a long-drawn continuous large-scale magic circle. It takes time to activate the magic circle, and running away is only used to delay.

In the process of escaping, Li Mingguang met an elf, who was slender and weak, and didn't look strong.

Since he hadn't set his eyes on the water of life at that time and was not wanted by the Temple of Life, he easily protected the elf and told him not to run around.

Thinking about it now, Li Mingguang felt that it was one of the most regrettable decisions he had made in his life.

——I want you to meddle in your own business, the hero saves the beauty!Don't look at how much higher the level of others is than you before saving!

The blocking effect of the new magic circle is very good. With the blessing of the formation, Li Mingguang easily solved the lower god.

If he had patted his ass and left at that time, there would have been no subsequent entanglements.

However, his mind is full of show operations.

"The weak should not come to such a dangerous place."

He dismissed this sentence very coldly, and threw the lower god's godhead directly to the elf, "Nong, anyway, I don't need it, so let's take it as a reward for daring to break into the forbidden area alone."

The main reason is that the godhead of the lower god has no research value, otherwise he would not be so generous.

The place where he drew the formation was the most dangerous burial place in that continent, the magic power was mixed and extremely violent, and there were substantial spell damage everywhere.

Even if it is a strong person who breaks in without preparation, it is impossible to retreat completely.

Thinking about it now, Li Mingguang felt that he was blinded by beauty and confused.

That elf is Mote who passed by to collect materials.

Then there is the scene where Mete revealed himself, wrote those poems for him, and always wanted to find out his whereabouts.

Li Mingguang who doesn't want to face black history: ...

Of course, it is a matter of choosing how far you can run.

"Anyway...it is true that He has betrayed me." The mage's tone was vicissitudes, and he still did not read the poems written by Mote. "You can go to Mote to ask for proof."

——There are also reasons why I don't want to fall off the horse and just want to live a peaceful life.

Of course the elves would not ask about such things as gods.

They would only think that Li Mingguang was relying on God's favor to talk nonsense, act recklessly, and tell tales.The dislike for human teenagers has increased to another level.

Indeed, according to human standards, the boy is indeed good-looking, with beautiful features and gentle outline.

But for elves, such looks are just average.

Moreover, the growth period of human beings changes greatly, and no one can guarantee that the same will be the case after this teenager.

The elves will not question the vision of the god of the family.

The culprit can only be Li Mingguang.

The little prince of the elf clan pulled out the sword at his side on the spot, and said impulsively, "I want to fight you!"

If the Elf King hadn't stopped him, Li Mingguang estimated that he would have rushed over by now.

After all, he is not yet an adult, so he can't hold his breath.

"Are you really going to duel with me?" Li Mingguang tilted his head, reminding him like this: "I have lived much longer than you."

"Who knows if you are lying." The little prince stiffened his neck, "The glory of my god cannot be insulted!"

Come on, idiots are irrational.

Sighing, Li Mingguang wiped the corners of his eyes, and wiped away the non-existent crocodile tears, "All right, hit if you want, I won't fight back."

He doesn't have a magic staff in his hand now, so he won't bully the children.

"Find an open place, or just in the palace?"

But he was considerate. Looking at the Elf King who was full of troubles and didn't keep up with the development of the plot, he reminded him very kindly: "Don't worry, I won't make small reports with Mete."

The Elf King's expression turned even worse.

He felt that Li Mingguang was deliberately threatening.

But he couldn't say anything, he could only squeeze out a decent smile, and winked at the eager son next to him, meaning not to let this human being lose too badly.

None of them believed Li Mingguang's words.

The little elf prince didn't understand his hint at all, and vowed firmly that he would make Li Mingguang lose badly and make him pay for his words and deeds.

Witnessing such a scene of beating our teammates hard, Li Mingguang even wanted to change something.

The duel was to take place in the Grand Place just outside the palace.

After hesitating for a while, Li Mingguang decided to save some face so as not to cause any psychological shadow on the cub.

He released the water, which is specifically manifested as standing still and eating attacks.

After the elf prince made a fancy combo, and used his rapier as a medium, and used a few fusion spells to blow up the field, Li Mingguang yawned and raised his hand to shake the dust out of the explosion. The smoke was all wiped away.

The elf prince almost wrote the word "impossible" on his face, and couldn't maintain his demeanor anymore, he exclaimed in surprise, "...it's impossible!"

He obviously pre-empted the attack, and he has already used his strongest moves!

Li Mingguang thought that something was impossible.

Don't you know the law of smoke without harm?

With such a little attack, not to mention OTK, even his magic shield can't be cut much.

However, he didn't intend to stand as a wooden stake, and reminded the other party: "If you don't make a move, I will take it instead."

The little prince who was hit was still in a daze.

"Then I'm on it, don't say you're crying, I'm bullying you—I've said hello before."

With Li Mingguang's affinity for elements and understanding of laws, ordinary magic does not require chanting at all.

But he still pretended to say "Open Sesame" and released a small meteorite.

The power was deliberately controlled, and the little elf prince didn't get hurt too much, but he looked a little embarrassed, disheveled, and half of his waterfall-like blond hair was burned.

Li Mingguang was in a good mood, but he had no intention of moving.

The magic pattern just summoned under his feet hasn't disappeared yet, and it won't be too late to move his feet after it disappears.

This is the first time he has used the magic pattern since his second time travel, so he naturally couldn't help but stay a little longer.

You know, the mage never leaves his magic pattern.

What else is more suitable for spending a lifetime with a mage than the magic pattern that can shorten the chanting time and increase the power of spells?

No!

If the magic pattern has no duration limit and can move with the mage, it is really a perfect companion.

Mote took some thought to cover up the traces of her real body, and turned into the appearance of her favored one again. When she hurried over, what she saw was the palace square where the black smoke had not cleared, and the elves watching around the square.

His gaze passed them directly, and stopped on Li Mingguang in the square.

The mage stood in the center of the magic pattern, calm and calm, as if everything was under control.

He stood next to the Elf King. The Elf King was startled, and subconsciously wanted to salute and apologize, but was blocked by a certain force and could not act.

"Is he very good? Powerful and beautiful." Mote said softly, "But knowing how good he is, I am the only one who is enough."

Sensing the fluctuation of divine power, Li Mingguang turned his head.

Changed into a gold-rimmed white robe, Mote, who had a vine logo printed on the corner of his clothes, was standing outside the arena looking towards him.

Looking at each other, Li Mingguang rolled his eyes.

"Let's discuss, can we order normally?"

He felt that there was something wrong with Mete, but he couldn't tell.

The author has something to say: However, after more than 200 years, Ah Guang is still in the second grade, and has no self-awareness

OTK, Yu-Gi-Oh terminology, means one kill.

In the future, it’s better to update at night, in order to sleep well _(:з」∠)_

Then I opened an advance payment, see if it is... (Trying Amway)

"The protagonist would rather bend than bend"

Fuck, you are sick, the protagonist suffers from X, right, I am sick