The wrong way to open the starting point

Cultivation has no time.

At least when Elvis opened his eyes, he really didn't know how long it had been.

He stared for a long time at Brand's face that looked more translucent against the light, and his heart was filled with an indescribable tranquility.

Ye Zi rubbed his legs slowly, stood up with difficulty, and couldn't help but secretly wondered how those people who retreated and meditated solved the problem of numbness in their feet.

Very hungry.

Wait a minute, the Holy Land is closed for seven days, how many days have passed now?Hayman isn't gone already, is he?

Before, I started practicing as soon as I got emotional, and I didn't even say hello to a certain demon king. If I really can't find anyone, it would be called playing off.

The wind from ancient times blew across the wilderness, and the plates of different colors in the cemetery of the gods exuded a mysterious luster. Elvis looked around this uninhabited place, and deeply felt the malice of fate.

He settled down, put away the power of light in his whole body according to the knowledge he had learned from the light sphere, and walked into the place filled with dark magic——

"Hey, you're still a child, you can't drink."

"Bring it!"

Heyman silently raised the jug high.

Xiao Douding was so angry that he couldn't reach it by jumping desperately: "You have the ability to support me and the ability to squat down! You bully me for being short, don't you?"

"You bullied me! You bullied me! You bullied me!" Xiaodouding cried.

Ye Zimu looked at all this with a straight face.

Hyman's son is so old, how many years has passed?

#Practice has no years, it has been n years in a blink of an eye#

#基友的儿童have grown so big and swollen#

Noticing the black-haired boy standing there, Heyman put away the flagon with a flick of his wrist, picked up his struggling younger brother, and walked forward: "What's wrong?"

Ye Zi shifted his gaze to the child in his arms, and answered the wrong question: "It really looks like you." With the same purple hair and purple eyes, and similar facial features, no one would believe that they were not related by blood!

Could it be that devil kings are born from eggs?

The mind wandered for a moment and then came back quickly. Elvis said seriously: "Hyman, how long has it been since Brand and I entered the Realm of Light?"

Noticing the worried look on Elvis' face, Heyman pretended to be trying to remember, and said after a while, "It's been ten days."

Ye Zi breathed a sigh of relief, and then realized something: "The Holy Land is closed?"

Heyman said relaxedly: "It's okay, it can be turned on at any time."

Elvis questioned: "Didn't it mean that it is open seven days a year?"

The purple-haired man smiled and said, "That's a lie."

Ye Zi & Haima who were deceived: "..."

Elvis, who settled his mind, became interested in teasing the child. He tousled the child's purple hair and asked, "What's your name?"

Haima raised her head in silence, looking at his brother.

"Starfish? Walrus? Dolphin?" Heyman pretended to be thinking, and after a long time, he said calmly under his younger brother's sharp stare: "Call him Baby for now, and when he grows up, he will name himself."

Elvis pointed out the key point: "It's only ten days old, so it won't be long until it reaches adulthood?"

"Well, half a year is enough, and it's easy to raise." He pinched the child's chin: "Isn't it, baby?"

Haima gritted her teeth, but she didn't dare to reveal her details in front of strangers, so she could only express her protest in silence.Heyman saw this, and unscrupulously pressed and rubbed the child's tender face, and was bitten.

Haima with her big brother's finger in her mouth: "..."

Heyman who was bleeding from the bite: "..."

The two brothers looked at each other, and neither was willing to give in. Elvis saw that the lightning and thunder in their connected eyes was comparable to the special effects of the movie in his previous life. Seeing that a family ethics drama was about to start, he couldn't help persuading: What unhappy things, tell me to make me happy?"

Hyman & Hyma: "..."

After Elvis finished asking the questions he was concerned about, gossip about the operability of the egg-born demons, and the one big and one small exhaled at the same time. They looked at each other with lingering fear, and suddenly felt The other party is pleasing to the eye a lot.

Unaware that he might have saved the world unknowingly (...), Elvis returned to the Temple of Light with a bunch of freshly picked sunflowers in his hand.

Well, its name on the continent of Ezel is Sunflower.

Elvis waited for Brand to open his eyes while rolling off the melon seeds: Why are the two people practicing at different times? Is it because of the different teaching materials?

Brand was in a deep dream.

The low bushes can't play the role of shelter at all, and the elf princess hiding behind has tears in her beautiful eyes, and her hair is disheveled into her lover's arms, trembling.

The embarrassed but still handsome Elvis glared at him: "Dante! You lackey of the Holy See!"

Brand felt a little uncomfortable for no reason.

The expression of the person in front of him should not be like this, and the title is also a bit wrong.

No one noticed his trance, the silver-haired Son quickly pulled back his mind, and said piously: "The God of Light is with us, and those who violate God's grace will be condemned by God."

The priests who surrounded him said together: "May the glory of the gods shine."

Elvis yelled: "Hypocrisy!" Even at this moment of disparity between the enemy and us, he still struggled to fight back, even if the result of doing so was only to add a few scars to himself.

Brand looked at all this with an indifferent expression.

People were coming and going in the tavern, the mercenaries were chatting and laughing loudly, and the charming proprietress shuttled through the crowd with the wine and came to a small table in the corner.

"Guest, the wine you want." She deliberately dragged out her tone, bent her body into a gentle arc, and rolled her eyes, but the guest just nodded lightly, unmoved.

The proprietress pursed her lips and left neatly.

Being knowledgeable and interesting is one of the important conditions for opening a tavern in Ezel Continent.

Angelo rubbed his face and smiled wryly: "She seems to have completely ignored me." After all, he is also a paladin, the Holy See's selection is not handsome enough to be a paladin, okay?

Brand looked at him a few times and warned, "She has a husband."

"..." Angelo was powerless: "I didn't see her, really."

"Okay." The silver-haired Son looked at him with a look of "since you don't want to admit it, I won't expose your scars", and said after a while.

Angelo deeply realized what silence is golden.

His outstanding appearance was sometimes an annoyance. The inadvertently exposed side face moved the proprietress who had read all the visitors. Therefore, Brand’s personal equipment when going out was a black robe and black hat, trying to cover his whole body.

In order to unify the appearance with his friends, Angelo also turned himself into a man in black. Fortunately, this tavern is the one closest to the Holy See of Light. When the priests patronize, they have to wear some disguises. The default rule is that no one will To expose someone, lest everyone is unhappy.

After drinking for a while, Angelo couldn't help asking, "Why are you in a bad mood recently?"

Brand stopped moving: "Is it obvious?"

"I'm probably the only one who has discovered it so far. If this continues, the Pope will also discover it." Angelo exhaled, "What's going on? You've been like this since you caught Zemacia."

With trembling fingers, the silver-haired Son said softly, "I've been dreaming for the past few days."

"A dream that can be linked together."

"From the time I entered San Delian when I was 11 and met Elvis..."

When Brand called the archenemy of the church "Elvis", Angelo felt that something was wrong. After he continued to listen to the following content, he felt that he could now become a bard.

The way Angelo opened his mouth was really stupid, Brand couldn't help itching, he took a small snack from the table and put it into his mouth.

"Cough cough, cough!" After taking a few sips of wine and swallowing the pastry, the paladin complained sadly, "Brand, you failed in your dream!"

"Why do you think I have such a dream?" The silver-haired Son looked serious.

"Isn't it because you fell in love with Zemacia?" Angelo restrained his joking look, and said cautiously: "To be honest, who can guarantee that what the eyes see is real? Maybe what is here is a dream , I am also a part of your dream."

"But Brand, which side of the development do you prefer?" After less than a minute of seriousness, the paladin began to gossip enthusiastically.

"..." The silver-haired saint raised his wine glass to cover the twitching corner of his mouth.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the tavern, and thirteen beauties who covered their faces with veils but could not hide their graceful figures walked in and sat at the square table next to the two of them.

The men peeped here frequently, ready to move.

The women at this table are very powerful, presumably the value of force is not low, men always have to weigh it, after all, life is more important.

Angelo and Brand looked at each other, vaguely guessing.

Sure enough, the woman in black who was closest to them spoke with an unforgettable voice: "My sister called us all, what's the matter?"

The succubus' voice is full of sensual allure, even sex can be addicted to it, of course there are some who are not caught, the imperial princess Elaine snorted coldly: "Beverly, put away your tricks of seducing men. "

The eyes of the elf princess were red: "Sisters, stop arguing. The Holy See is not a good thing. If Elvis stays for one more minute, he will suffer for one more minute."

The dragon girl knocked on the table irritably: "If you want me to say, there is nothing to discuss, just type it up?"

The girls tacitly ignored her opinion.

N times the [-] ducks got together, and it was surprising that the discussion would come to fruition. Angelo and Brand had finished drinking the wine on the table and were about to get up.

Catwoman Phyllis suddenly bent down, with a painful and distorted expression on her face: "It hurts, it hurts!"

"What's wrong?" Just as the duke's daughter Emily was about to show concern, she clutched her stomach and cried out in pain. Sweat soaked her long hair very quickly and dripped to the floor.

This is not normal.

It can't be collective morning sickness, right?

This unreliable guess flashed through his head, and Brand quickly realized something.

If there is anything related to these women, it is Zemacia who was secretly imprisoned by the Pope.What happened to him?

Brand suddenly remembered the last weird smile of the black-haired man on the day he captured Zemacia: "My woman lives and dies with me."

His heart tightened, he grabbed An Qiluo's hand suddenly, and hurriedly backed away.

That's too late.

Thirteen beautiful women exploded, blood and brains were scattered everywhere, red and white, people screamed and ran away, and the light of magic and fighting spirit flickered in the tavern.

The hood had fallen in the chaos, and blood was splashed on the face of the silver-haired saint, but it did not damage his perfect appearance, but instead added a touch of charm and taboo.

The moment when the sacred is stained with blood may be precisely his most beautiful moment.

"It's beautiful." A voice sighed.

An Qiluo hurriedly covered his mouth, only to realize belatedly that he hadn't accidentally slipped it up just now.

I don't know when a black-haired boy appeared in front of him. With his back turned to him, he couldn't see his face clearly. The boy took Brand's finger and pressed it on the bright blood, and then moved the blood-stained finger along the The lips of the silver-haired saint rubbed.

Scarlet lips.

"It's beautiful." He praised again.

Amber eyes quietly stared at the person in front of him, as if he wanted to engrave him in his heart, and then Brand closed his eyes.The world collapsed.

When he opened his eyes again, the sun was shining on the two of them through the window, the ball of light was floating quietly, and the light never dimmed.

Brand was startled: "I'm back?"

"Yes, you're back," Elvis hugged him firmly, patted his back comfortingly: "We're together."

The yellow chicken flapped its wings and flew up, taking a photo with the host and mistress.