I wore it after killing the God of Light

When we returned to the city, it was completely dark.

Even if the contract and agreement were made in advance, Li Mingguang still couldn't trust Mo Te and handed over his back to the other party.

He followed naturally, letting Mete lead the way.

Mete didn't understand this plane, but got some information from Notel from his favored one, and acted as a guide for Li Mingguang with confidence.

He asked Li Mingguang to take off his hood, on the grounds that he could better play Notel.

For this reason, Li Mingguang could not refuse.

He entered the city without the hood on, and Mete's appearance was still a half-elf in the eyes of others.

Boy and half elf, this eye-catching combination quickly attracted the attention of many people.

Li Mingguang didn't like the way people looked at him, especially if he wasn't wearing a hood.

The mage without the hood seems to have lost his body.

Li Mingguang felt more comfortable after pulling Mo Te towards him to block some of his sight.

He looked up and found that Mote had stopped at some point and was looking back at him with his head tilted.

Li Mingguang retreated immediately, keeping a distance of ten steps away from the elf.

— just posted too close.

"It doesn't matter if it's closer." Mo Te regretted.Just a little bit, Li Mingguang bumped into him.

Li Mingguang gave him a look of "you experience it yourself".

"You said to have dinner with you." He reminded Mote, "but we have already wasted a lot of time shopping."

Mote liked our statement very much, and blinked at Li Mingguang, "But you have agreed to accompany me to visit Notreil."

The implication is that this is also part of the tour.

"I just think you should be more planned in your actions." Li Mingguang retorted, "It's just a waste of time to be so aimless."

He doesn't know if Mo Te is free or not, but he is not.

Compared to shopping, Li Mingguang would rather Mote find a hotel or restaurant to eat, and then he can find a place to sit down and assemble a few magic scrolls.

Mote answered irrelevantly: "I don't care about time."

God is in a sense eternal and time has no meaning to him.

Li Mingguang sneered and didn't answer Mo Te again.This time he followed the other party, determined to keep a distance, but Mote seemed to know this, and would always stop and wait for him.

Dally, and wasted a lot of time.

Li Mingguang couldn't help it anymore, "...Either you can walk well, or I will give you a sheep-changing technique and lead you away."

He didn't like to wander the streets pointlessly, but Motte just wanted to show off—even though no one in Nortelle knew them.

"If you'd like to hold me," Mote said.

The elf's eyebrows were slightly bent, obviously very happy, "If you are willing to hold me, I am willing to become a sheep myself."

"Rabbits are also fine, this kind of creature is smaller."

Li Mingguang almost spat out the steak and salad he had eaten before, and rejected the proposal without thinking, "I can only accept slugs."

Creatures like slugs are not within the aesthetic range of Mete, and the elf's expression froze for a moment.

But it was only for a moment. Before Li Mingguang made another cut, Mo Te quickly reacted, "Then I can change the structure of the slug a little bit, can I stay in your sleeve?"

Too shameless, Li Mingguang conceded.

He gave up discussing this topic with Mo Te, and followed Mo Te silently.

Mote enjoyed it.

The combination of a beautiful boy and a half-elf is not very common even in Notel. Apart from those curious and a lot of eyes, there are also many people who will take the initiative to strike up a conversation, ask about their relationship, and try to make friends with them.

Li Mingguang couldn't understand the significance of doing so.

Mote was just being polite, wasting the time of those who strike up a conversation, and wasting their time.

He couldn't hold back, and finally grabbed the other party's wrist when he didn't know how many times the elf did this.

"……gone."

Motte, who was grabbed by the wrist, didn't look embarrassed at all, and even showed a slightly apologetic smile to the ladies who came to strike up a conversation.

He deliberately made his words ambiguous, "I'm sorry, he doesn't like me like this all the time. We will stay in Notreil for a while, maybe we can meet again next time."

The ladies looked at Mote, and then at the beautiful young man with blue eyes, both surprised and understanding.

Notere is warm and open, and although there are not many such relationships, people are willing to appreciate the collision and combination of beauty and beauty.

They expressed regret and generously sent blessings.

"So that's it, then I wish you a happy night."

"Please be sure to try the service for two at our local hotel."

Li Mingguang could understand every word, but he couldn't understand them together.Mo Te was in a good mood, and even hummed a little tune.

Even without thinking about it, Li Mingguang knew that he might have misled something, and the two ladies said something confusing.

Not moved, let alone disgusted, he just finds Mo Te boring.

"Can we go to dinner now?" He asked Mote, "You have been shopping for almost an hour, we have been to this street twice."

Mote categorically denied, "That's the way Nortelle's street style is, you just misunderstood it."

Raising his eyes, Li Mingguang did not refute him, but walked into a grocery store selling materials on the street.

There are very few mages in this plane, but for some reason, there are many grocery stores that sell various materials. According to the grocery store's sales list, he easily selected all the materials he needed.

Mo Te was waiting at the door, and Li Mingguang directly sprinkled the prepared elemental dust infused with magic power on the elf.

This is for tracking, and the recipe is suitable for apprentices who are just getting started.

He hasn't made one in years because it's too obvious and clumsy.

"Go on." Without further explanation, Li Mingguang signaled Mo Te to lead the way.

Mote twirled a little powder on his clothes and snapped his fingers.

Then something fell from above their heads, shining in the night.

He grabbed Li Mingguang's wrist and pulled the mage's hand. The glowing powder fell on the mage's fingertips and gradually condensed into the shape of a butterfly.

A blue butterfly with shining wings.

"If it is under the crown of frost and fire, I am happy to keep the mark on my body." Mote looked at him affectionately, "As a reward, please let me..."

With a "pop", Li Mingguang directly crushed the butterfly.

The mage carefully put the glowing quicksand that leaked from his fingers into the material bag, and carefully numbered them.

Seeing the young man's extremely low, focused eyebrows and eyes, Mote quickly dissipated even the last bit of displeasure in his heart.

"If you are not satisfied with this one, I can give you many more." He was so courteous.

Li Mingguang waved his hand and said slowly, "No."

He left a tracking mark on Mete, just to remind Mete not to waste time wandering around in the same place.

The butterfly created by Meteor is used for communication and positioning.

It doesn't even belong to a living thing, if it is directly crushed to death, Li Mingguang will not feel sorry, let alone feel guilty.

He stared at the gravel shining like stars under his feet, thought for a while, and then gave Mote a suggestion like this.

"There are too many materials that can be traded with me, don't waste them."

For mages, being stingy and frugal is a concept, both virtues.

Coupled with this so-called lukewarm words, the mage's reaction was too cute.Mote felt like something had hit her heart.

He couldn't help asking, with implied expectation: "Any conditions can be traded?"

"Of course." Li Mingguang raised his eyes, "The principle is still equal exchange."

"If you make too much progress, the transaction will be immediately void." He recalled the previous incident, and reminded him, "The last guy who dared to make progress in fair trade has already soaked in magma in the abyss."

Mote has never been to the abyss plane of the dark camp, curious: "Is there magma in the abyss?"

"There are places on the surface, but I haven't gone into the deeper layers." Li Mingguang recalled, "I don't know if anyone picked up the godhead soaked in the magma."

"...Wait, godhead?" Mote realized the seriousness of the problem, and got to the point of the mage's words.

Li Mingguang raised his eyebrows, raised one corner of his mouth, and said very flamboyantly: "Otherwise? He offended the most talented mage ever."

In fact, after such a long time, he has long forgotten what the god of the dark camp is. At that time, he only made a move because the other party had a contemptuous attitude of wanting to imprison him and keep him as a pet.

Mete has a new understanding of the ferocity of the mage.

He shook his head, and resolutely swallowed back the words stuck in his throat, "...No, it's nothing, I will guarantee a fair deal."

Even though he had the idea of ​​keeping the other party in his divine kingdom...but he couldn't open his mouth!In case of a fight, Mote has no idea who will win or lose.

After all, He might show mercy to Li Mingguang, but Li Mingguang would never be soft on himself.

The mage's heart is just like those diamonds, as beautiful as they are beautiful, and their hardness is definitely not low.

Ice can still melt with temperature, but Mete is not sure of cutting this gem.

Maybe he broke himself first.

It would be nice if the opponent wasn't so strong.Thinking this way, he regretfully broke another blue butterfly, and took the initiative to give the materials to Li Mingguang.

"Thank you." Li Mingguang didn't expect Mo Te to make two of these things, so he took the initiative to thank him.

He is not the kind of person who doesn't know kindness, "I will pay attention to it if I meet a godhead with suitable attributes in the future."

Godheads with similar attributes can devour each other. In the process of competing for faith, there will always be some gods with new functions. In theory, as long as they get godheads, people can also become gods.

Li Mingguang knew a long time ago that he had obtained many godheads, but he was never prepared to do this.

As a mage, there is always such a wonderful stubbornness and dignity.

He thought of something, and suddenly patted his head, "Also, this elf favored one of yours still owes me some water of life. If you want to make a deal, remember to help him repay the debt by the way."

Mo Te, who was very moved just now, was completely chilled by the cold water.

The author has something to say: Mote: Weak and helpless, I may be a false god.

Sorry, sorry, sorry _(:з」∠)_, I didn’t save the manuscript for this article. A few days ago, I had a bad cold and lay on the bed with grass for almost three days. I only fully recovered this afternoon and got up to type!