The appearance of the source seed is determined according to the attributes of the elf itself.
They may be spherical, elongated, oblate... maybe even shaped like a flower.
Color is also related to certain aspects of the elves born in it.
The source seed is a green elf who tends to have a particularly high affinity for plants, the red one is likely to be short-tempered, and the blue source seed will often give birth to a calm elf...
But those are just the laws of normal elves. So far, the source species of blood elves have always been one color—an ominous black.
When nine hundred years ago, the first pitch-black seed belonging to the blood elves appeared on the mother elf tree, the elves all thought that there had been some ominous mutation in the mother elf tree, which caused widespread panic among the clan.
Later, it was the elf queen who urgently communicated with the elf mother tree to confirm that this was just a special kind, not a foreign race.
However, even with the recognition of the elf mother tree, the unique recipe and evil appearance still put the blood elves in a delicate situation among the elves.
And the aesthetics inherited from the same kind also made the blood elves think from the bottom of their hearts that their origin is very ugly.
That's why when the Son of Light asked about his source seed, he was so reluctant because he didn't want to show his ugly appearance in front of his partner.
Now it seems that his intuition was right.
As soon as he came into contact with his source seed, the Son of Light was haunted by a cloud of black mist from nowhere and lost consciousness.
During the time Cecil was unconscious, he tried many methods to wake him up.
He tried to attack his source seed, but the black mist was born from the same source as him, and all the attacks that fell on it were silently absorbed, and had no effect at all.
He bared his fangs and bit Cecil's body, trying to wake him up with pain, but it still didn't work.
In the end, he was desperate, and he even woke up the queen who had just returned to the elf mother tree.
However, the elf queen who reappeared looked at the Son of Light who was wrapped in a cloud of black mist, and did not show any panicked expression.
The blue elf just glanced at him calmly with those green pupils, and comforted the reckless junior with a soft voice like a stream: "Don't worry, Ann, he's just reading your 'secret', you want Believe, your source seed will not harm your chosen partner."
Only then did the blood elf feel more at ease, and stopped trying to wake him up.
Just looking at Shengzi Guangming's frown, he still couldn't calm down completely.
There has always been a saying among the elves: the source seed carries the original secret of elf life.
It's just that for thousands of years, no elves have personally verified this statement, and no elves have ever known what this "secret" specifically refers to.
For a long time, the source seed has only been regarded by the elves as a simple proof of existence.
Although the general belief of the elves is to hide from the world, occasionally a minority of people choose to live outside for various reasons.
When the source seed of the same race that went out fell from the elf mother tree and turned into nothingness, it would also indicate the end of that elf's life.
Other than that, there seems to be no other meaning.
Like other elves, he originally thought so.
——Until the Holy Son of Light fell into a coma unexpectedly after touching his source seed.
He ran his fingertips across Cecil's frown, trying to smooth out the discordant wrinkles.
But the sleeping little mouse was extremely stubborn. He only rubbed his frowning brows away one second, and then returned to the original state in the next second.
What did he see in the source seed to show such a painful expression
The blood elf smoothed his lover's brow over and over in vain, and for some reason, an uncontrollable panic surged in his heart.
He suddenly had a feeling somewhere.
It seems that many years ago, in those memory cages that were crushed into countless pieces and thrown into the sea of stars, this person in his arms closed his eyes quietly like this, and then never woke up to look at him again.
What then flashed through his mind was a staggering background, not tall and very thin, wearing strange clothes he had never seen before, walking forward continuously, half of the figure melted into the darkness, revealing a vague outline.
This is very strange.
The blood elf was pretty sure he hadn't seen the man.
It's just that he didn't know why, but he couldn't help overlapping that thin figure with the Son of Light in front of him.
…
The waiting process was multiplied, and I don't know how long it took before the eyelashes of the Son of Light in his arms finally trembled, and then opened his eyes.
When he met those black eyes with a hint of water, he couldn't help but murmured the name of the Holy Son of Light: "... Cecil."
The next sentence that was not uttered was: Don't leave me again.
Then the person whose name he read widened his eyes slightly, and mist filled his eyes immediately, and large transparent teardrops quickly rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and fell on his body along his cheeks, The clothes on his legs were soaked.
Regardless of the panic in his heart, the blood elf frantically wiped his tears away from his Son of Light.
Cecil is a very proud person in his bones. Even when he was bullied the most, there were only one or two physiological tears from the corners of his eyes. He had never seen Cecil cry so hard. .
The fingertips touched the warm tears at the corners of the Bright Son's eyes. At this moment, the blood elf hated his own source seed very much.
Because he didn't know what the Son of Light saw in the source seed, he could only apologize in a panic: "My dear, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."
He tried hard to comfort his Cecil, but those tears seemed inexhaustible, and if he wiped away one, more would slip through his fingertips in line.
Guangming Shengzi suddenly struggled to sit up from the ground, put his arms around his neck, forced him to bow his head, and buried his face in the hollow of his shoulder.
Soon, he felt that his neck was also wet by those warm liquids.
They follow the curvature of the neck, like cunning guys, slipping down from the collar, inexplicably carrying a scalding temperature, which made his heart ache.
His hands hesitated in mid-air for a long while, and finally tightly embraced the slightly thin back of the person in his arms, who was much smaller than him, and patted it up and down, clumsily and lightly. Coax him: "Honey."
Guangming Shengzi seemed to be really comforted by his unstructured coaxing method, and his tears gradually stopped.
He raised his head, brought it closer to his ear, and said in a low, low voice, "I am the one who apologizes... Ambrose, I will never abandon you again."
Even if you have to leave, you won't disappear like that without saying a word.
The scorching breath sprayed on the tip of his ear, burning it so hot that it must have turned red even without looking.
Hearing the promise-like words of Shengzi Guangming, his bewildered heart suddenly settled down, his arms holding the person in his arms tightened slightly, and he said firmly, "Okay."
Although he didn't know what happened, but there was a strong thought in his heart that drove him, so he agreed immediately!
It seems that deep in my heart, there is something that has been waiting for this promise for a long time.
Then-
He felt that the tip of his ear was sucked into a warm place, and then he was lightly bitten.
A tingling sensation exploded from the small and sensitive nerves at the tips of the ears, and spread to all the limbs in the blink of an eye, and the blood elf's movements froze all of a sudden.
"Cecil," his chest was heaving with difficulty, trying to speak to dissuade the Holy Son of Light who caught off guard and started "attacking" him, but he didn't know how to organize the words, so he paused for a while: "You..."
Fortunately, Shengzi Guangming also understood that this is not a good place for "biting ears", so he took a bite and then let go.
Although he was still worrying about how to save the tip of his ear from Cecil's mouth just now, when the man really left, he felt a sense of reluctance.
So he obeyed his own will, held the face of the Holy Son of Light, lowered his head, and kissed his slightly red nose tip and cheeks.
At this time, Guangming Shengzi's legs were slightly spread apart, his knees rested on the soft soil, and he half-kneeled on his lap.
This was originally a very ambiguous posture, coupled with being held by a tall man holding his cheek, he had no choice but to raise his neck high, and tilt his upper body towards the man, and put his hands on the man's shoulders to barely stabilize stature.
It's a gesture of sacrifice.
The blood elf slowly let go of the Son of Light's cheek after the heat in his heart cooled down a bit.
However, He Yan did not let go of his hands on his shoulders. He stared closely at the blood elf in front of him with his pupils that were particularly black and bright after being washed by tears, and promised in a hoarse voice: "When you go back... you want I know, and I will tell you everything."
The blood elf's eyes suddenly lit up, his opened lips trembled slightly, and finally he let out a deep voice from his throat: "Okay."
He had said to himself countless times before that as long as Cecil didn't leave his side, he could always pretend not to see the little secrets hidden in Cecil's heart.
But now that the little mouse is willing to confess to him, it is undoubtedly a surprise.
Nobody wants to know everything about their partner, unless...the so-called love is just superficial.
He Yan took the opportunity to make a request: "Go back and touch the tips of my ears, and don't hide them anymore."
The blood elf was silent for a while, looking at the still red eyes of the Son of Light, after struggling for a few seconds, he still nodded silently.
Because of the intimacy just now, there was a rare thin layer of blush on his usually pale cheeks, making him look particularly beautiful.
He Yan kissed the tip of his nose, satisfied: "Good boy."
The blood elf lowered his eyes and responded with a low voice. After he got up from his body, he also got up and carefully helped the Son of Light tidy up the clothes that had just been messed up by some movement.
Fortunately, the "soil" here is also composed of the vitality emanating from the elf mother tree. It is not like real soil, which is extremely difficult to clean after being rubbed on. leave no trace.
He Yan also politely helped the blood elf tidy up his messy shoulder clothes and neckline.
However, after tidying up each other and raising his head, his footsteps staggered severely.
If it weren't for the blood elf at the side supporting him with a strong arm, he might have tripped and fell to the ground indecently by himself.
He clearly saw a small figure sitting on a branch not far away, with exquisite light green translucent wings hanging behind him, green eyes calm and unwavering, and curly long hair hanging down to his ankles , with a leisurely attitude, I don't know how long I have been watching there.
He Yan was dumbfounded: "..."
He turned his head stiffly to look at the blood elf, only to find that he also looked pensive.
Blood Elf: "..."
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