Fast time travel actor, he is too charming

The dense forest is deep, and the old trees are swaying their branches and leaves to reach the sky, while the young trees can't bear to move and walk among them, a young man with beautiful hair that reaches his calves, but with a very solemn expression.

His green hair is light green, and the surface is covered with a slight luster blessed by the elf gods. His pointed ears are hidden inside, and sometimes the white tips are exposed and retracted into the hair.

Ye Tian can accept becoming a natural elf, but he has already lived a very comfortable life, and he is still a little bored when he is given a plot and asked him to do tasks.

This elf is the future priest of the elves, a newborn baby blessed by the elves, the most dazzling genius and the most gentle beauty of the elves.

Although the elf girl and the boy said that he is softer and took advantage of his appearance, but he still likes to put on a straight face, maintain a serious image at all times, and secretly find ways to make himself a little bit angular. He could have been very calm, like above Like a person who is favored by the gods, he learns rituals and spells, and then lives alone in the temple.

But the half-elf male protagonist has tormented the elves severely, and the worst one is this serious priest who also has small emotions in private.

Moreover, this is a colorful revenge novel.

The elves discriminate against half-elves with impure blood. When the male protagonist was oppressed in a young age, he had to run for his life until the golden finger arrived. He began to pretend to be a real elf and won the favor of countless beauties. Finally, he suddenly revealed his identity. He was a half-elf who was once bullied. He devoted himself to changing the status of half-elves. By the way, he abused pure-blooded elves on various occasions. Then one day he became a light elf, the so-called spokesperson of God. His momentum and strength reached the peak. Sitting on countless harem.

It stands to reason that there is nothing to do with him, but the attitude of the priest's equality for all sentient beings makes the male protagonist feel that he looks down on him. Not only does he humiliate the prestigious priest, but he also destroys their tribe in front of the priest. The identity announced that the god does not recognize the priest.

He has lost his soul since then, he is already dead, in the blood of his clansmen and in the words of the hero.

A priest who should have shined brightly, his name is St. Anville.

His task this time is to prevent the tribe from being wiped out and get rid of the tragic fate of St. Annville. Of course, at the same time, he must also be a good actor.

He is now patrolling the borders of the tribes, but in fact the boundaries between the tribes are not clearly demarcated, and the tribes will hold regular gatherings, which is a way for the tribes to communicate and exchange materials.

San Er once said that Ye Tian has the ability to meet the male lead, but he looked at the unconscious little half-elf on the ground, but he didn't want to save him.

Ye Tian didn't want to, and it didn't hinder St. Anville's rescue. He always believed that elves and half-elves lived in harmony and equality. If he met this seriously injured half-elf, he would definitely rescue him.

Healing magic is the best except for priests' rituals of water and wood. He used hydrotherapy. The bright blue light ball rotated above the comatose half-elf, and a trace of blue light slowly wrapped him up. , repairing the wounds all over his body.

St. Anville was waiting for him to wake up. The wooden staff had already been put away. He was wearing the most common white robe, leaning against the tree, his light green hair was lightly loose, and the golden forehead ornament on his forehead was reflected in the sunlight. A slightly warmer color.

Achilona woke up, he saw the broken blue sky, and the rough grass stubble was still piercing his back, he blinked to realize that he was still alive, he was not dead.

But who will save him?They say he's a lowly half-elf.

Why do half-elves want everyone to shout and beat them?He doesn't understand.

He laid down his mind for a while, and turned his eyes again, only to see St. Annville next to the tree.

He blushed, like a cramped child, of course, he was still a child, he got up from the ground in a panic, and quietly moved away from him, scanning the nearby woods defensively.

He divided himself into two halves, one half was admiring the elves in white robes, the other half sounded the horn of vigilance, calmly analyzing the chances of escaping being besieged here.

St. Anville stood there with no emotion. He tolerated the half-elf child's almost rude doubts and scrutiny, but the child may have deliberately ignored his own wet, dewy grass-like eyes. A little admiration and longing.

It's hard to tell when a child will let his guard down. Instincts are not easy to overcome. St. Annville stayed for a while. He thought that the half-elf would run away immediately when he woke up, or attack him first and then run away when he saw him. The situation was beyond him. As expected, the half-elf is still within his effective attack range until now.

Very distressed.He would not attack a poor half-elf, nor would he allow the half-elf to attack him, St. Anville frowned, and saw the half-elf retreat several steps in fright.

He is too timid. There is a vast natural scenery in his eyes, but there is no life. It is a kind of light green that is warm when viewed from a distance, but faintly rippled when viewed from a close distance.

The faint ripples are invisible anger, making him more energetic than a delicate puppet.This vitality is very limited, but it makes him seem real and distant.

"My name is St. Anville," he paused. In fact, although he is still young, many people already know his name, "I have seen your half-elf features, long gray hair and hidden The ear, there will be a seal carved by God on the ear, that is the defect of the half-moon-" He had to continue to organize his words when he said this, "But I don't think that there are no half-moon-shaped elves on the ears, it is because of the half-moon shape. The spirit gods are paying close attention."

Achilona tried to find malice from such words, but it failed. From the beginning to the end, he only pointed out that he was a half-elf, and he himself knew that this was something that could not be concealed.

He was suspicious and didn't even want to talk to him politely, but the elf's way of speaking faintly affected him, "My name is Archilona," he laughed, a proud and somewhat sentimental smile, "from A little colony of half-elves, and they were all good people, and I was separated from the good people, and I was almost dead."

"The elf god—is he paying attention to me so much?" His voice was very sharp. He didn't remember or care about how many people he attracted at this moment. He just wanted to question the white robe elf in front of him, or question the god in a grand manner.

"If you can't save you, it must be the people who serve under the throne of God. They misread the oracle and cannot understand God's broad mind. Discrimination is wrong, persecution is wrong, and it is wrong to attribute everything to sin. Wrong, but right to be tolerant."

"I'm just a shallow believer under the throne of God, St. Anvil. Although I think there is no difference between elves and half-elves, I can't talk about salvation."

He seemed to smile slightly, "Salvation is the power of God."

Achilona calmed down slowly, but he felt that he was crazy, believing an elf's words that elves and half-elves were equal.