Miss Elf Dragon

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The upper realm, the Demon Temple.

"Sir, there is news from the Dragon Temple that there seems to be something wrong with the Dragon God during the process of casting his soul to the lower world, causing abnormalities in his body and a black light covering his face. So I would like to ask you to come and have a look. He also asked us to help keep it secret."

Standing in front of Demon God Hero, the god bowed deeply and spoke respectfully.

He knew that the Dragon God was doing something very dangerous. He didn't listen to his elders' advice and came back now when there was a problem. He was really willful.

Shiloh, who could read other people's thoughts, glanced at the god who dared to think wildly in front of him, and waved his hand to let him go down to receive his punishment.

"If you don't understand the rules of doing errands here, then go back to your own temple and be a little god, so as not to make yourself uncomfortable in vain."

Shiloh's words made the god suddenly turn pale and kneel on the ground.

"My subordinate made a mistake and shouldn't think too much about the adults. I will go and receive the punishment. Sir, please don't drive me away."

The hall fell silent for a moment, and God was kneeling there, with cold sweat breaking out from his body and his face turning pale. It wasn't until he heard a low hum from Shiloh that he left with a relaxed smile as if he was being pardoned.

Being able to serve as an errand beside the Demon God is what many little gods in the upper world dream of. Now that he has finally secured the opportunity, he must be more cautious in the future, so that he can get a little benefit from the Demon God's fingers.

Shiloh looked at the godly figure who was bending down and walking out of the hall, and listened to his inner voice with a sneer on his face.

It was his Lord who gave him the ability to read the voices of other people's gods. The only one who knew about this was that person. Little did he know that it was very upsetting for him to listen to those people's plans and plans against him every day.

Putting away his somewhat confused mood, Shiloh walked towards the Dragon Temple.

That guy Heller told him not to try to cross the boundary wall, but he didn't listen. He separated his soul and poured it into the people of the lower world to perform some kind of divine descending. He was originally unstable because of his upper soul. This time I'm afraid that not only will my practice be damaged, but it's hard to say whether I can come back safely.

Thinking of this, Shiloh sighed.

In the past, that person redeemed you who had fallen into a demon. But this time, I don’t know if you will be lucky enough to find that person and get his help.

Magic Academy, in an abandoned laboratory.

Pelotina and the three young dragons stared in silence, and the atmosphere in the small space suddenly became very strange.

Looking at Perotina, Cyril cleared his throat and spoke first.

"How do you sense it? Describe it to me. Maybe we are sensing the same thing."

Cyril looked at Perotina with unclear meaning in his eyes.

Perotina shuddered at the look in her eyes, feeling that the dangerous aura in those eyes was very compelling.

"Why, Perotina, are you cold?"

The attentive Felix looked at Perotina with concern and took out a coat to put on her. However, there was a big difference in their statures and it was not suitable for Perotina to wear.

Although Felix looks stable and gentle on the outside, like a gentle nobleman who doesn't talk much, his body is actually very explosive, with muscles under his clothes, and a tall and material figure. His clothes are draped over the petite Pelotti Na's body, let her look

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It's like a child wearing adult clothes.

Cyril couldn't help but burst into laughter. In exchange for Perotina's dissatisfied glare, the atmosphere in the room relaxed.

Dylan, who had been nervous and very tangled, slowly exhaled.

After thinking for a while, Perotina finally spoke.

"I can't tell what it feels like, but as long as I'm in the Magic Academy, I feel touched by some signal in my heart, as if calling me to find it, but I can't find the specific location. Know.

You said it was something related to gods, which means you know what it is."

Perotina looked at Cyril, her eyes full of probing exploration. She wanted to get information from Cyril.

Cyril raised his eyebrows and smiled. He didn't mind telling what he knew, because he had made little progress in searching for the past few days. Maybe the collision with Perotina's feelings would create a spark.

"Actually, it's not the god's thing. To be precise, it should be the weapon of the god before he became a god. Moreover, it comes from the dead elf god."

Cyril's words made Perotina's heart skip a beat.

The weapon used by the Elf God before he became a god. Isn’t that the Elf King’s bow?

For a moment, Perotina thought of the person he met after being imprisoned in the dark prison of the Elven Forest by the angry Nero. The high priest of the elves three thousand years ago, Gregory, betrayed him in order to gain more power. The then Elf King was eventually captured by Queen Vera and tortured.

But having reached that point, he still didn't give up. After seeing Perotina being imprisoned, he tried to use the Elf King's bow to lure her into signing a contract, and then seize her living body. In the end, he was already prepared for it. Perotina fought back and suffered the consequences.

So, the thing that made both her and Cyril feel sensitive was the Elf King's bow, right?

Perotina's eyes burst into joy. She realized that the situation was wrong and wanted to restrain herself, but it was too late. Cyril, who had been paying attention to her, caught her.

"It seems you really know. That's right, you are also from the Elf clan. You grew up in the Elf Forest. How could I have forgotten this?"

Cyril patted his head, with some regret on his face, which made Perotina wary of him. She hid behind her cousin Dylan, for fear that he would arrest her and question her about the Elf King's bow. thing.

Dylan also extended his hand to protect Perotina, as if he were protecting a little chick. This made Cyril laugh suddenly.

“What is this for? It’s like I’m going to do something bad.

I didn't necessarily want to get something like that, I just sensed it and thought it was of a good level and interesting, so I became interested.

Now since the Elf God's people are here and are still our own, it doesn't matter if I give it up, and I can even help Perotina get it. "

Cyril said it freely, but Dylan, who had always had a grudge against him becoming strange after he sobered up, didn't quite believe it. There was a hint of suspicion on his face without any scheming.

Cyril, who rarely wanted to be a good person again, was helpless.

"Let's take a step back. Even if I want to do something bad to Perotina, you two together can't stop me. Have you forgotten who guided you to improve the use of dragon power?"

After a silent snap of his fingers, black flames emerged from Cyril's fingertips, illuminating the mean smile on his face even more clearly.