Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

It is a truth that falling in love makes people stupid. Even if you have the intelligence to command a knight order, you can't keep your wits astounding at this time.

Atgaya thought, there are thousands of people who admire Yalan in this world, if each of Yalan is dedicated, then he needs to split himself into countless ones.

——Sure enough, that excuse is really stupid.

"Can you...can you lift the disguise?" Atgaya said.

Yalan smiled: "There's never been impossible."

He lightly twirled the ring on his finger, the effect of the camouflage magic was put away, and the ordinary illusion deliberately created disappeared without a trace. The elf reclining on the reclining chair was brighter and warmer than the sunlight outside the window, and even his eyes The eyelashes are all golden, like the luster of the morning sun that stays forever, every time they tremble slightly, Atgaya will sway along with it.

Et Gaya said long ago that if Yalan didn't deliberately disguise his temperament and appearance to be ordinary, he would immediately become an evil lunatic, so now he has indeed done so.

No matter in the culture of elves or humans, kissing is the most straightforward way of showing love. He gently touched Yalan's with his own lips. He was very careful and devout. The touch on his lips was too soft, so soft. As if he hadn't encountered anything, it forced him to sink in deeply, wanting to chase forward for a more real taste.

After a while, Yalan was lying on the reclining chair panting slightly, his eyes were a little hazy, but he firmly pushed Et Gaya away, even because he couldn't exert all his strength for a while, he couldn't help kicking him.

Etgaya was so disappointed that he didn't try to hide from the elf's weak kick, and was hit by this kick on his chest——

But Ya Lan said angrily: "Can you put down the jerky in your hand first?"

There was a spot of oil on the front of Yalan's clothes...

Et Gaya was so embarrassed that he wanted to meet the Dark Lord.He decisively threw the damn piece of meat back into the locker, quickly wiped his hands clean, and then he saw Yalan raised his hand to touch the water stains at the corner of his mouth——

Then Yalan sat up from the recliner:

"I'm not hungry right now," he announced.

His lips still had some crystal luster, and his light green eyes stared at Et Gaya without blinking, as if a spring breeze passed by the lake, spreading layers of ripples.Yalan licked the finger that had just wiped the corner of his mouth, and Etjaya felt that, in another sense, he was hungry.

"The bathroom in this house is well repaired." Ategaya couldn't help but licked his lips, and said, "The hot water is kept by a constant temperature spell, and it is available at any time, and the bathtub is also very large."

"That's not bad, it will be used." Yalan said.

Humans have always had a misunderstanding of elves. For example, the druid Chris who once had an adventure with him bluntly said that elves are sexually frigid. Now Etjaya has personally realized that elves are definitely not cold from a physiological point of view, but only in the big world. In some elf cultures, peace and tranquility have always been the theme of life. The nightlife in the elf sanctuary is mainly that everyone sings around the holy tree and presents some flowers picked during the day to each other. Falling stars, but the holy tree elves seem to have a talent for singing, and they all sing better than the singers of the opera house. After ten years of living like that, anyone will become more pure-hearted than the ascetic monks in the northern monastery Asceticism.

So, they pushed and kissed all the way from the front hall to the bed in the bedroom, and Etjaye realized more deeply that there is no natural indifference in blood at all, it is all nonsense!They are all poorly educated!

As a different species among elves—what kind of race are dark elves?

In the cultural atmosphere of this branch of the elves, there is no vow of eternal love, no romantic vows, they are all false, and only the bed can witness the eternity of love.

They are more zealous in this matter than the boldest savages.

The problem at hand is-

Atgaya raised his arms and asked seriously, "Why am I on top?"

The elf was lying under him, trapped in the soft quilt, his long hair almost seemed to cast a bed of sunshine on the simple bed.

"Why not you?" Yalan replied.

Etjaye hugged Yalan, turned over suddenly, and turned into an elf lying on him.

"Because I don't have much experience." Et Gaya looked more serious.

"It's okay, I'm the same, so I won't mind." Yalan said happily, and he didn't know where he got the strength to pull Et Gaya back to the previous posture on top.

For a while, you came and went, tit for tat, both sides fought into a ball under the messy quilt, panting from the verbal war.

In this matter, they don't actually have much experience. The two are talking about it. In the final analysis, it is because they both have too bad role models--Etgaya knows very well that every time the priest Siyue wakes up refreshed How the poor Holy Lord lay miserably under the quilt while presiding over the morning prayers.

Although Yalan didn't know about that scene, he had seen the men of the same race who crawled out of the room of the dark elf priestesses in the afternoon. Moreover, as the best friend of Priest Siyue, birds of a feather flock together, so Yalan is obviously like this. Thinking and behavior patterns, so I will be extra persistent in this matter.

The corners of his eyes were red, with a little anger, he said: "Does a strong knight want to lie down and enjoy it, and let me, a weak priest, work hard, or you don't want to be with me at all—"

Before he finished speaking, Et Gaya had given up his reason and blocked all his provocative words.

That's right, knight, he is strong and strong, so of course he should work hard.

……

Because the cabin is equipped with an inner space and covered with superimposed magic, although the inside is very luxurious, the outside is really unremarkable and pitifully small. After checking around, it was confirmed that the Silver Heart Fortress still did not encounter the second wave of attacks. The priest who hid had no other place to go, so he turned back and circled the cabin hundreds of times.

Sissel tugged at the door, confused: "Why is the door locked?"

Dinin propped his feet on the window, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see the real space covered by magic.

He said with a sad face: "It's over, I know that the hearts of the people in the Shadow Moon Temple are dark, and he will definitely lock up the teacher and bully him."

Sissel rolled her eyes: "Oh, is it...?"

Dining sat down on the edge of the bed sadly, and took out a lot of bottles and jars from the magic circle of the sword-wielding priest's standard battle robe, but still looked sad.

"Probably only you, who was raised by the teacher as a half-son, would feel that our teacher is at risk of being bullied by others." Sissel touched his chin, "What are you doing? You won't give that Give a dark knight some medicine or something, I remember you are good at making potions."

Dinin shook his head, still worried, and said, "How can you do such a despicable thing as poisoning? I just want to dye my hair while it's relatively safe."

He pointed to the roots, which were not so blond.

Sissel: "..."

Dinin continued: "Mermaids have blue hair, but what kind of creatures can you find in the whole continent with blue hair?"

When he looked up, Sissel could still see a thin red line behind his ear, the fish's closed gills, running down the sides of his neck.

Sissel rolled her eyes again, and said: "When the urban elves in the Principality of Grenagos are engaged in some common industries, they will make hair dyes made of flower juice to dye the hair of the whole body... because they still retain The secret recipe of the elves, so their hair dye formula is the leader in the beauty industry of the whole continent."

"Those elves who migrated to the cities and were assimilated by human civilization?" Dinin showed an obviously dull expression.

He looked down at the golden ointment on Dining's hand, and suddenly realized: "You are the formula for those fallen elves!"

Dining was taken aback, and Sissel took the hair dye comb and stirred it in the paste, exclaiming: "Ah, this is the best formula. I heard that it will not harm the body at all, and it can also beautify the skin. It is a city The elves do not pass on secret recipes, and the ingredients are expensive, so rare that they are usually only used to dye the hair of the lower body."

Dining's hand trembled, and he threw the bottle of hair dye out. The nimble Sissel grabbed it, smelled it, and said affirmatively, "That's the formula... I remembered, the teacher chased me down ten years ago. Pass the Principality of Grenagos, this is the formula that the teacher gave you, right?"

"Yes..." Dinin replied dryly.

"That's right, but those stumbling elves have no moral bottom line, how did the teacher get the formula from them?" Sissel exclaimed, "This is really good, I'll take a look too."

"You can do whatever you want." Dinin's voice was obviously about to cry.

——The depraved elves engaged in the porn industry in the Principality of Grenagos are very famous. They have lived in the human territory for many centuries. In fact, they have long been different from the real elves. They are completely human beings. It is just that the blood of elves is born with a bloodline advantage, and hybrids show more of the appearance characteristics of elves, so even if urban elves intermarry with humans, they still reproduce a large number of offspring who look like elves, collectively known as urban elves .

Some taverns run by urban elves are the favorite places for many adventurers who have unreasonable thoughts about elves but are unable to meet real elves. At the same time, there are also famous ones across the continent...

The city elves retain the elven love of beauty, and if the guest is good-looking...

Dining didn't dare to think about it anymore, covered his face and began to cry.

While applying hair dye to the hair of the two of them, Sissel sighed: "Fairy tales are all deceptive. Fish don't have tear ducts at all, let alone cry pearls."

Dining, who was sitting on the ground, howled dryly, choked up and said, "I want... please Mr. Dark Knight, you must take good care of the teacher!"

Compared to the teacher bringing back a large group of city elves with weird clothes and weird hair one day, he is more accepting of a dark knight, who is from the temple anyway, looks dignified and handsome!