One Hundred Ways to Become a God

Chapter 122: The hypocritical paladin

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He Yan felt that he was going to be overwhelmed by embarrassment.

He finally found a more suffocating operation than coming out in front of the subject's parents.

That is - flirting in front of the object's parents.

Of course, during the awkward interval, he also had some doubts. According to the blood elves, the elf queen was busy treating the elf mother tree, so why did she suddenly have the time to listen to their corner

Although the two juniors in front of them all showed embarrassing expressions, the elf queen was indeed a figure who had lived with the elf mother tree for thousands of years, she just bent the corners of her eyes and showed a shallow smile.

With a flap of her wings, she fell from a branch to He Yan, her green eyes fixed on him: "Cecile, can we talk alone?"

Before He Yan could reply, the blood elf next to him spoke impatiently: "Queen—"

The elf queen turned her head slightly, and stopped his words with a gentle but powerful gaze, "Ann, don't you want to listen to your partner's opinion?"

The blood elf hesitated for a moment, and finally closed his slightly opened mouth, looking down at the Son of Light beside him.

He Yan used his eyes to soothe the blood elf, who was obviously a little uneasy, and calmly met the elf queen's gaze, and also smiled: "Yes."

Although spiritual power is of little use in this world full of powerful magic, it has an irreplaceable advantage, that is, it can perceive other people's good and evil attitudes towards itself through the skin.

When facing the elf queen, he could clearly feel the kindness emanating from her.

Although it does not reach the level of liking, it is still a positive emotion.

Besides, the blood elves are still on the sidelines. If the elf queen wants to embarrass him, she can choose to avoid the blood elves. Why use such a clumsy method

Although the queen's appearance was unexpectedly petite and cute, she was a person who had ruled the entire elf race for thousands of years after all. The wisdom in her mind was definitely far beyond the reach of human beings, and it was impossible to do such a reckless thing.

He raised his hand and lightly patted the blood elf's hand holding his upper arm, signaling him to let go of himself: "Honey, can you wait for a while?"

The parties have already reached an agreement, and the opinions of others seem to be unimportant.

The blood elf took a deep look at him, finally frowned slightly, stepped back a few steps, and disappeared behind the huge tree trunk.

When the blood elves had gone far away, He Yan spoke politely and asked the elf queen, "What can I do?"

A dark brown branch protruded from the crowded leaves, as if consciously, it landed behind the elf queen, and bent its end into a semicircle intimately.

"I should call you Cecil..." The elf queen sat on a hanging branch, her seaweed-like long hair fell on her slender legs with her movements, and spread out evenly.

She tilted her head slightly, like an innocent little girl, her eyes glowed with green waves, and she asked calmly, "...is it your original name?"

He Yan's pupils couldn't help constricting when he heard this meaningful sentence. He collected himself and said calmly, "Just call me Cecil."

In just a few minutes before, he imagined many topics that the elf queen might mention, and of course he also thought of this possibility.

According to the blood elves, the source seed is produced by the elf mother tree, and the elf queen and the elf mother tree are in a symbiotic state, so it is not surprising that the elf queen will be aware of what he saw in the source seed .

However, when this matter was really revealed, he still couldn't help but feel a sense of defense welling up in his heart.

The elf queen saw his defense, and quickly explained: "Cecil, please don't worry, I didn't mean to threaten you with this."

"Actually," the little elf queen said softly to him, "I want to ask you for help."

Thoughtful thoughts flashed across He Yan's eyes, he nodded to the Elf Queen, and said cautiously, "Please speak."

Perhaps to look more solemn, the elf queen got up from the small chair made of branches, and flew to him with translucent wings.

However, the branch did not take back, but followed the elf queen and came to He Yan together.

The elf queen put her hand on a thin branch beside her and stroked it gently, "I think An should have already introduced you to the mother elf tree."

He Yan nodded.

The Elf Queen closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, there was already a trace of seriousness in them: "Next, I want to tell you something more important..."

He Yan's eyes moved slightly.

When the conversation between the two of them was over, the blood elf who turned back got a somewhat dumbfounded partner.

The elf queen had disappeared long before he came back, and should have returned to the elf mother tree.

Only the Holy Son of Light was left standing there, with his eyes half downcast, showing a thoughtful expression.

The blood elf's heart sank, he took a few steps forward, and covered the eyes of the Son of Light.

The Son of Light held his palm with soft fingers and pulled it down, then turned his head slightly, broke free from his palm, and stared at him quietly with pure black eyes like obsidian.

It was filled with gentle light, and there was no trace of unhappiness.

The blood elf breathed a sigh of relief.

Without asking what he and the Elf Queen had exchanged before, he took the hand of the Son of Light and said in a deep voice, "Let's go to the holy pool."

Soon, He Yan followed him to the side of the holy pool of elves that only existed in rumors.

It is a small pool of water so clear that one can see the texture of the stones at the bottom of the lake. The bottom of the pool flashes light green light from time to time, revealing a crisp vitality, which makes people feel physically and mentally happy just looking at it.

The blood elf took off his clothes for him, and urged him to go in with his eyes.

He Yan stepped on the stones, found a relatively flat place, and sat down cautiously against the edge of the pool water, letting the pool water cover his shoulders.

The blood elf sat sideways on the ground beside him, stroking his hair with his fingertips.

At first, as his body was submerged in the pool, He Yan could only feel a sense of comfort and vitality flooding his limbs and bones.

But within a few minutes, a burning sensation that could not be ignored came from the left waist where the "Gift of Eros" was buried.

Then as time went by, the burning sensation became more and more intense, and finally evolved into an unbearable pain, as if a sharp knife mercilessly pierced into his flesh and blood, trying to forcibly kill the seed. Gouged out.

However, the seeds had been rooted in his body for a long time, and he stubbornly refused to leave, so the two forces tore each other at his left waist, each trying to kill the other, causing his eyes to turn black from the pain...

In his panic, he only remembered that he seemed to be holding a warm object that was actively stretched out, and his fingertips kept scratching on it because of the pain.

Although the holy pool looks very gentle, the process of purification is very painful.

I don't know how long it took before the struggle in the body died down with the failure of the seeds.

When the sight in front of him became clear again, the first thing He Yan saw was an arm covered with scratches and blood still oozing out.

As for the owner of the arm, it was no accident that the blood elf was full of worries.

He paused, carefully loosened the blood elf's horrible arm, and gave him a small healing technique, which healed all the wounds on it.

"Feel sorry."

The blood elf shook his head, but didn't take back the hand he had let go, but instead touched his lips carefully.

He Yan stuck out his tongue and licked it, tasted the bloody taste, and then realized that even his own lip was bitten by himself.

It's just that just after the extreme pain passed, his pain sensory nerve was paralyzed, so he didn't feel the pain on his lips.

As the blood elf stroked his lips, a few drops of the remaining blood on his arm fell into the pool.

At that moment, it was like a drop of boiling water falling into a hot oil pan, causing a commotion. The dark red blood quickly faded under the tearing of the extremely excited pool water, and it was completely absorbed by the pool water within a few seconds. devoured.

The blood elf froze all of a sudden.

He looked at the place where the blood disappeared, and an indelible blackness appeared in his eyes.

The holy pool of elves has the ability to purify filth because of the cleanliness and purity of its power.

But now his blood fell into the lake, but it was also purified...

—What this means is self-evident.

"Ambrose." Seeing the blood elf's increasingly sullen expression, He Yan held his arm that was about to be withdrawn, staring at him seriously with dark pupils, and said softly: "Do you want to know... the origin of the blood elf? "