One Hundred Ways to Become a God

The blood elf relaxed his hand on his back.

He Yan looked up.

There was snow falling with his movements from the white fluff of his hat, and the half of the blood elf's face fell. One of them happened to fall into the **** elf's eyelids, and it was wet. .

He couldn't help but reach out and touched the corner of the blood elf, and the result was a sinking man's arm.

The shaking of the body scared him to reflexively tighten the man's neck again to maintain his balance.

Fortunately, the man is very stable, just want to tease him.

He Yan used his knees to retaliate on the man's chest. He looked down at the elf and asked softly: "... Are you an elf?"

As we all know, there are only two races in the forest of the night.

One of them is Warcraft.

But World of Warcraft can not be turned into a human form, even if it is a high-level Warcraft, at most it is familiar with some human nature. In the history of DeLand mainland, there has never been a World of Warcraft that can walk in the world in the form of human beings.

And in addition to Warcraft, the only race in the night of the night -

That is to say, there is an elf who is located in the depths of the forest and can't escape the world.

The blood elf has already hinted at this share, and he can't "guess" it, and it is too stupid.

This is a sub-question.

The blood elf's lips twitched slightly, and he praised him quite a bit: "It's so smart."

"But," He paused. When he spoke again, the voice was a bit hesitant. "As far as I know, the elf does not **** blood..."

In the general understanding of the continent, the elves are pure and beautiful. They are arrogant, feed on plants and dew, and hate everything that is bloody.

There has never been a record that the elf has a special love for blood.

If it is true, it is more like the habit of other evil races.

The arc of the blood genie's mouth does not change, but the smile does not reach the bottom of the eye. There is a dark color in the eye, and the sound is somewhat low in the cold wind: "There will be a different kind in the elf."

Even though the Elf mother tree admits that the Blood Elves are part of the Elves, in fact, in the face of such a "likeness" that is completely opposite to their own habits, the elves will not be close to the blood elves.

- Although, he does not need those close.

However, the same people are still the same, not to mention the people outside the race.

He can not care about the views of the same people, but at this moment, when he completely unveiled his "heterogeneous" identity in front of Cecil, he could not control his heart, which has been dying for a long time, and lost his regularity. The ground beats.

The wind was so big that the cold wind was mixed with countless chaotic snowflakes, like a violent white flower rain, swept through the air, but it just happened to avoid the position of the two.

With his own blood, he stared at the bright sun, the pair of black scorpions that wanted to be washed by the water, waiting for his reaction.

"Hey," Guangming Shengzi indulged, and suddenly asked a question that made him unexpected. "Can I see what you are?"

It seems that the blood elf does not understand, and he then emphasizes: "I mean that - all."

All that will show the pointed ears.

The blood elf squinted at the blink of an eye. At that moment, even the surrounding enchantment was not controlled, causing a snowflake to be caught by the wind, and mercilessly hitting his thigh, leaving on the gorgeous knight pants. A mess of traces of the beach.

He silently reinforces the invisible enchantment, isolates the snow from the outside, and then promises to him word by word: "When we are here, you can see where you want."

He Wei: "..."

This object is his intention to misinterpret his meaning?

The next step is to be bored.

The area of ​​Yongyinsen is very large.

Because no creatures can survive after they have penetrated into it, no one on Deland has ever been able to tell how broad it is.

Until he walked in it personally, He Yan felt how unfathomable the forest was.

Although the blood elves are very fast, the constant snow and repeated white and green trees quickly made him feel a sense of exhaustion in the visual. In the end, even the brain was a little dizzy.

The blood elf had to put his arm down, so that the bright son could sleep on his neck and stumble on his shoulder.

This little mouse is so squeaky that even a little tired is not allowed.

I don't know how long it took, and He was only woken up by a scream.

When he blinked, the first thing he saw was a slender humanoid creature.

He has a light green smooth long hair, hanging down to the waist, the eyebrows are very delicate and beautiful looks, a pair of light, green agate-like scorpions are watching them nervously.

Under the shade of long hair, two long ears are faintly exposed on both sides of the cheek.

- This is an elf.

They have arrived.

He Wei was awake in an instant.

When he fell asleep, it should be only two or three in the afternoon, and now the sky is completely dark, and two or three rare stars are hanging in the night, emitting a faint starlight.

Surrounded by the scenery of the forest of the night, the trees are covered with white snow, but the trees here are extremely thick and tall, and they are towering into the clouds, making it difficult to see the position of the canopy.

The snow has already stopped almost, only a few small snowflakes, spun around the air.

Because the appearance of the elf in front of him is hard to distinguish between male and female, he also deliberately glanced at the chest of the elf.

flat.

It seems that this is a male elf.

Notice that his sight fell to the place, holding his blood elf instantly squinted, the hand holding his waist slightly moved, accurately sandwiched the bright son through the thick bishop's clothes. A little bit of soft meat that he had raised during his time at the waist.

He Yan was twitched by his pinch, and a small breath in his throat sucked a cold breath.

Then he suddenly realized that he was still being held by the blood elf in the posture of holding the child.

Just in the night of the night, only Warcraft can hypnotize himself and no one sees it. Now he can't help but see the same kind of object, and the shame that he temporarily abandoned is coming back.

He clutched the man's shoulder tightly and pressed his voice to urge: "Ambros, let me down."

The blood elf did not insist on it, and obediently took his waist and put him off his arm.

Only one hand is still stubbornly pressed on his shoulder in a very possessive way.

The elf's sight at night was obviously very good. When He and the blood elves struggled and finally stepped on the ground, they confronted the elf opposite... It seemed to be a bit sluggish.

He Wei: "..."

I think that I have just been entangled with the blood elves, and I don’t know why, he always has a subtle sense of going home with the object.

However, if you have to say this... is it correct?

But the blood elves obviously don't have so many concerns.

He raised his eyes and stared at the opposite elf: "Zell, open the passage."

The elf named "Zell" seems to be very jealous of the blood elf, cautiously glanced at his **** eyes, and finally warned him with no imposing manner: "...you know us The rules can't be brought outside."

The blood elf eyebrows brought a hint of coldness: "This is not what you have said, I have already announced the Queen."

He said, the fingertips groped slightly on the handle of the sabre, did not know what switch was opened, and a small mouth appeared on the hilt.

He reached out and took out a small green object, throwing it away and throwing it in the direction of the green-eyed elf.

Zell took the thing and carefully looked it for a long time, confirming that it was really a pass with the power of the Elf Queen. The expression suddenly slammed down and was unwilling to say: "Okay."

Although the elves have not escaped from the world, they are not totally connected with the outside world.

At certain special times, the Elf Queen will also issue a pass for foreigners, inviting them to the territory of the Elves.

He threw the pass to the blood elf and stepped back two steps. The palm of his hand blew a gentle green ball of light. After shaking it twice in the air, he flew into an invisible illusionary plane and stirred up a The water waves generally fluctuate.

Under the night, this group of green and slowly expanded, eventually forming a small, elliptical "gate."

The blood elf took a lighter son who was lower than him. He stepped forward and stepped into the illusory door.

A burst of green light filled in front of He Yan, and after a brief blurred vision, what appeared in front of him was a very familiar picture.

He snorted and blessed himself with a night vision so that he could see the scenery in front of him more clearly.

At first glance, there is no difference between this and the night of the night, there are tall, thick trees, vigorously standing between the heavens and the earth, the luxuriant canopy like the dense green clouds, squatting in the sky .

However, if you look closely, you will find that it is totally different from the night of the night.

Perhaps because of the too ominous atmosphere, the trees in the forest of the night will always have a hint of dark color, which makes people feel depressed.

But every plant here, even if it is tiny weeds under the feet, the tip of the leaves stretches with a vibrant atmosphere.

And more importantly, there is no snow here.

All the trees are full of vitality, with the shyness and tenderness of spring.

It is said that there is no cold winter and hot sun in the territory of the elves. Only in the spring that will never end, the plants will get the youth that will never fade away until the leaves fall and the petals fall into the earth.

He used to think that this statement is just an exaggeration of the legend.

Is it necessary to isolate the territory of a ethnic group from the outside world forever in a season?

... probably only with divine power to achieve this effect.

He Yan’s mind suddenly crossed a vague conjecture.

The existence of the elves will not be related to the gods of the high plane.

The information he got about the world was mainly around the life of Cecil.

Regarding the elves, he only knew that they were still undisturbed after being chaotic in the DeLand continent. They remained seclusion in isolation and were not blended into this water.

It seems that this is very doubtful.

Although for the souls of the continent, the eternal night is a place of danger, but for the high-level gods, this danger is nothing.

Although the elves have a low sense of existence in DeLand, they are also a recorded race. According to the high-level gods, the savage attitude of the gods who want to hide their sleeves for their own sake, how can they let go of the elves? What?

The blood elf looked at him as if he was looking at the gods, only quietly carrying his shoulders, and did not disturb his contemplation.

After all, it was the first time that I came to an elf who was not open to outsiders. The little mouse was surprised to be taken for granted.

Although strictly speaking, he went to the DeLand Empire at an early age, and it was not a long time to live in the ethnic group, but he must also admit that it is indeed one of the most beautiful places in the entire DeLand continent.

But he does not say anything, but can't guarantee that no one else will bother.

He Wei had not had time to think about it, and his thoughts were pulled out of contemplation by the movements from afar.

It was a group of elves, their figures were hidden among the branches of the trees, occasionally showing their faces and long hair, and they spy on them from afar.

Because he was too far away, he could not see the expression on their faces.

In the dark night, the presence of these various eyelids and hair color elves is strangely low. If it is not the body's divine power is high enough, he may not be able to find these figures.

Seeing that the elf's figure was getting more and more, the blood elf apparently did not stand here to give people aside the interest. He lifted the light of the Son of the Sun, regardless of the protest he had blurted out, and quickly left him with him.

After a few of them fell behind, they stopped in front of a small house that was simply built with trunks.

After being finally put down, He Wei’s face was already red and smoked.

Half is angry and half is hot.

The blood elves were so eagerly obsessed with so many elves that they hugged him in such a simple and rude manner.

- This is not necessary for them to open, as long as it is a wise creature can see the relationship between them.

Although there is no intention to conceal the relationship between the two in front of the elves, it is too embarrassing to come out in this way.

However, the blood elves around him did not seem to feel his embarrassment at all, and a pair of blood-colored scorpions picked up slightly, and there was a hint of pleasure in it.

He wanted to talk to him about the "right way to get out of the cabinet" and said: "Ambros -"

However, the blood elf extended his fingertips and touched him on the forehead, interrupting his words: "Dear, we are advanced to change clothes."

Indeed, because this is the eternal spring, the warm winter clothing is no longer suitable here. In the very short period of time, He Yan’s forehead has already produced fine sweat.

He Wei was successfully transferred to the topic.

But not because of the topic in the blood elf mouth, but -

He looked at the little house in front of him and asked, "Is this your house?"

He is still very curious about where the blood elves lived when they were young.

The blood elf licked his lips, "Of course."

He reached out and pushed open the door that was not tightly closed. He followed him and went in.

This is a very simple room.

A bed, a set of tables and chairs, and a small closet standing in the corner.

Although it can be seen that no one has lived for a long time, it is still clean and there is no dust on the furniture.

The blood elf asked him to sit on the bed and open the closet to find clothes for him.

He Yan reached out and touched the bed under his body. Perhaps it was the temperature that was suitable for living all the year round. The bedding was very thin and should not be soft when sleeping.

I thought many years ago, the little blood elf was lying on this bed, wrapped in a thin quilt, and the pointed little ear was exposed. When I fell asleep, I might open my mouth slightly, revealing the looming, White fangs...

His heart suddenly became a soft mess.

I can't wait to return to the blood elf's infancy, and squat the little blood elf in my arms.

Then the blood elf came back with a white coat.

Seeing the bright son is still wrapped in a thick winter dress sitting on the bed silly, do not know that he took off, the blood elf had to personally help him take off the bishop service, peeled him off, and replaced him with thin And soft new clothes.

He touched the soft corner of the new clothes and asked his head: "Is this your previous clothes?"

The blood elf looked at the cute appearance of his own old clothes and leaned over to kiss his nose. "Well, I wore it when I was fifteen. If you grow up a little, there is no clothes here." You are wearing it."

The life of the elves is two to three times longer than that of humans. When humans are 18 years old, they can hold adult rites, but the elves will not enter adulthood until they are twenty-nine.

At the age of fifteen, in terms of elves, it should be only an age between childhood and juvenile.

He Wei only knew that the blood elf had been undercover for a long time in the DeLand Empire, but he did not expect him to leave his ethnic group when he was so young.

His heart was sour, and he couldn't help but reach out and grab the neck of the blood elf in front of him, and kissed him and kissed his slightly curled lips.

Although I don’t know why the Light Son suddenly appeared so active, the blood elf is undoubtedly very happy. He opened his lips and took the initiative to deepen the kiss before the light of the Son returned.

If it is not too tight, he will definitely develop this kiss as a complete night event.

It is a pity that the Cardinals and Paladins are still waiting for them outside the night of the night, in order to avoid causing panic, they can not stay here for too long.

So after a few minutes of entanglement with the lips and the light son, the blood elf can only end the relatives with great regret.

"I will take you to the holy pool and remove the seed from your body." The blood elf finally kissed his forehead and shouted: "Slightly wait for me here, I will go out and find a dress."

The holy pool is located below the elf mother tree, the most sacred existence of the entire elves, and he must never go there wearing a knight's suit belonging to the Holy See.

That is the embarrassment of the elf mother tree.

After saying this, the blood elf turned and walked out of the hut.

Then in less than ten minutes, he quickly walked in and dressed in a white coat that was similar to He Wei.

Unexpectedly, He Wei finally saw the original appearance of the blood elf.

There is no big change in the face of the blood elf, but it has become more refined in the subtleties, coupled with the **** blood that seems to be surging with fresh blood, showing no intention of temptation.

It is like a despicable hunter who leans on beauty and traps prey in the dark.

Then there is the skin color, and the blood elf's skin becomes a nearly transparent white scorpion, as if it can see the traces of light blood flow under the skin.

His light blond hair, which was usually combed to the back of his head, was loosely laid down, hanging on the cheeks and forehead, and the hair ends curled slightly like the claws of a few young kittens. Itchy at the bottom.

Of course, the most important thing is the two slender, pointed ears on both sides of the blood elf's cheek!

He Yan’s eyes lit up in an instant.

Then the blood elf saw the moment when the Light Son saw himself. The pure black scorpion seemed to be filled with countless fine and gentle stars, and rushed toward him.

He Wei got up from the bed and walked quickly to the front of the blood elf, kneeling on his shoulder and carefully observing the ear on the side of the blood elf.

The ear is only slightly larger in width than humans, but in terms of length, it is twice as large as humans.

However, because of the temperament, such an ear does not make the head of the elf look cumbersome or dissonant, but is combined with the temperament of the elf itself, which is particularly slender and cute.

The upper skin seems to be very thin, and it can see the tiny blood vessel marks on the ear, which seems to be hurt when it is bullied.

He couldn't help but reach out and touched the tip of the blood elf's ear.

The blood elf's body is instantly stiff.

Like the fangs, the tip of the ear is also a sensitive point of the blood elf.

And more precisely, the tip of the ear of the sinister sinister has not been more sensitive than the fangs that have been harassed and do not know how many times.

The author has something to say: 晏晏: After sucking a young version of the blood elf, take another adult version, Mei Zizi (*▽*)