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"What do you think you want to adopt?" Sean stared blankly at Narbonnell's delicate and beautiful little face for a while, then looked back at Hania with a disbelief, "You are such a holy son, why do you like black paint so much? Something black?"

The child's slightly curly long hair was much darker than that of the witch before, and it couldn't be more conspicuous among the light-colored people in the temple.

"How did you talk?" Haniya twitched the back of his head, and she was relieved when she saw that her little guy didn't mean to be unhappy, "Nibel is an elf."

Sean felt that the name sounded familiar, but he really couldn't remember where he heard it. Seeing Hania's rarely dissatisfied eyes, he lowered his voice timidly, "Isn't the bright elf fragrant! Do you want to raise a small briquette?"

Haniya: "..."

Well, it is indeed a small briquette.

"He is good-looking." Hania said concisely.

Shane was speechless.This little elf does have a good look that won't be buried by Hania's side—even the cherubs stationed in the temple in heaven will lose their color in front of the Son.He looked up and down at his adopted son in the photo of his friend. The little briquette in white believer clothes looked innocent and pure, his eyes were clean, and there was no dark aura;

It just kept pulling on Haniya's clothes, which seemed a little too clingy.

Nabil Nier noticed Sean's gaze, tightened the hand holding Haniya's clothes, and smiled at him hesitantly.He looked like a child at first, with fleshy cheeks, and when he smiled, he had a soft and sweet taste.

Sean: "."

keep!Raise him! !What a beautiful cutie! ! !

The chief knight turned his back on the spot, and began to think about whether he could spare a small carriage from the convoy for Neibao Nier, so as not to bump into the squeamish elf.

Seeing Sean's expression soften suddenly, Nai Bo Nier turned around and tugged at the corner of his clothes in doubt, "Haniya."

He grumbled at people crisply, like a baby, "I'm hungry."

Haniya had long been used to her cub's unsatisfactory appetite, so she bent down and picked him up with one hand while responding to the sound.Nabilnir is not short, but it seems to be a small one when shrunk down, sitting softly in the man's arms, lying on Haniya's shoulders, and yawning a little with his face against the side of his neck .

The young Holy Son happily kissed the little guy's forehead, and bid farewell to his friend calmly, "Then I'll take him back first. Prepare yourself, and we'll be able to leave Elven Valley in three days."

Sean: "..." It seems that there is no need to prepare a carriage.

The temple greeted their returning Son in a panic.

The main reason for the turmoil was the dark child adopted by the Holy Son.

Light creatures rarely have dark hair, and black hair is often associated with darkness.The elder heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that the child was just a dark elf and not a creature of hell, but the bishop stared at Narbonnell for a while, and waved them back without saying anything.

Only then did Haniya feel relieved.

He was worried that the bishop would not allow him to adopt him when he saw the true identity of the little coal ball.The sons of all generations were brought up by bishops, and this generation of bishops is a figure sent from heaven, who has a natural deterrent effect on the believers of God.Although Haniya didn't develop into praying at the beginning, there were no children of good blood in the temple at that time, and he did have the talent bestowed by God, so he was raised by the bishop since he was a child.

Hania was a little in awe of this bishop who was like a brother and a father.But the bishop did treat him very well, and has been teaching him personally.But after Haniya became an adult, this mysterious bishop rarely appeared in front of everyone, and even the Holy Son couldn't find out where he was—he guessed that the bishop might have returned to heaven.

In any case, Nathaniel was safely settled in the temple.As for the little black-haired bat before, Haniya told others that it just flew away.

Because Naibonir was young and he was the adopted son of the Holy Son, the servants arranged a side hall for him in Hania's sleeping hall.

The Holy Son stayed in the main hall to tell the story of going to the elves to preach, while the new elf was taken to his room by the god attendant in a daze.Naibao Nier was already a little willful and childish because of the current skin, and his temper was not small. He was not happy when he saw the obvious children's furnishings in the room.When Haniya found him, there was only a small angry coal ball left in the side hall, kicking the leg of the bed with a sullen face.

"Why kick the bed?" Haniya walked over and held his ankle, took off his shoes, looked carefully at the little guy's round and cute toes, and rubbed them again, "Does it hurt?"

Nabil Nier was so rubbed that he shrank subconsciously and sat on the bed, then paused again, wrinkled his nose and ignored Haniya.

"Okay, okay," Haniya said helplessly and amused, "It was just an accident, I thought they would think we live together, don't be angry."

Neibao Nier felt that he had to be angry for a while.

Haniya bent down and kissed her little soft cheek, then rubbed the tip of her nose with him, "Really, don't be angry."

Little Yuan Sin finally had some expression on his face, and he pouted slightly in displeasure.Haniya knew that he was relieved like this now, and felt that her cub was too easy to coax, so she shook her head and asked him with a low smile, "Don't you want to sleep alone?"

Ever since he picked up the hair ball, Naibonir has been sleeping with him, and it hasn't changed much since he turned into a human. He still likes to curl up in the quilt and rub against Haniya's neck.Haniya was afraid that he would not be able to sleep at night without a furry in his arms.

Napoleon stared at him like a small animal for a while, then stretched out his arms to him.

Haniya scooped him up.He used to hold small coal balls all the time, and he got used to holding them for a long time. Even if the little hairy balls were already a child, he couldn't change it. He liked to hug people up and put them on his arms when he had nothing to do.He coaxed a few words in a good voice, kissed the reddish ear tips of the little guy, and signaled to the waiter waiting outside the door to clean up the side hall, and then he hugged the boy who was complaining and complained and went back to himself. Sleeping hall.

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