I wore it after killing the God of Light

Mote didn't take another detour, but honestly took Li Mingguang for a tour in Notreil.

In addition to the shopping street that is basically for adventurers, the street is still very lively at night, with various musical instrument shops and flower shops open.The intermittent and out-of-tune music was sent together with the fragrance of flowers. Even if he is as closed as Li Mingguang, he has to admit that this place is indeed a good place.

At the very least, until now, he has never heard anyone say something like "the god of light is above".

In addition, Mo Te had already paid the reward in advance, Li Mingguang didn't mind wasting a little more time with him at the moment.

The mage's world is so realistic.

Notel has the most types of musical instruments in the entire plane, and some of them are even difficult to name even Mete, who is in charge of the rhythm.The god of music, while introducing him to these instruments, marveled at the ingenuity of man.

He bought the whistle made of straw pipes, and impromptu played a lively and brisk love song for Li Mingguang.

Li Mingguang didn't say anything, but his eyes became colder when the other party talked about human beings, and an ice blue flame flashed in his eyes.

Mote, who was immersed in the musical instrument, didn't notice it. He couldn't help pulling the hand of the mage behind him, and asked the shopkeeper to change another musical instrument similar to a harmonica, and performed it again with other tunes.

"I like humans." said Mete, who has harvested many musical instruments. "The elves can't make so many musical instruments. Before humans invented things like harps, they usually played with leaves."

The elf clasped his hands together, and when he let go, there was a long and narrow green leaf on his hand.

He smiled, "Different leaves have different sounds. In the eyes of elves, no song is exactly the same."

"This is the leaf that is most suitable for playing love songs in Notre El."

Being stared at intently and earnestly by those emerald green eyes, it is hard for anyone not to feel moved.

Li Mingguang looked away slightly, thinking that elves should be more dangerous than succubus and banshee.

The latter two charms are basically magical effects, and theoretically they can be immune, but elves are not.

In case some gods of the elf type charm him, Li Mingguang is not sure that he can completely resist.

He felt that he should study permanent immunity spells or something.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

"Humans' ears are not as sharp as those of elves." He rejected Mete like this, meaning it was avoided.

Mote shook his head, and didn't argue, just put the leaf to his lips, and played the tune leisurely, this time he changed the tune again.

Li Mingguang narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he wanted to pay attention to, so he simply waited and watched.

There are many poets and singers in the streets of Notrell, but all the instruments and all the beautiful songs are not as powerful as the ditties played by Mete with leaves.

The skill of the gods is unmatched by mortals.

Gradually, people gathered around, and there were many bold girls who threw flowers at them to express their love. More and more people were attracted by the music, and people began to notice that beside the half-elf dressed as a bard, there was a A pretty boy with a cold face.

The boy's hair was half long, reaching to his shoulders, it was as deep and rich black as a crow's feather, but his blue eyes were as clear and shallow as the sea under the sun, easily reflecting the shadows of the crowd.

His complexion is very fair, thin and thin, and against that indifferent expression, he looks even more lovable.

Many ladies quietly covered their chests on the spot, wishing they could rush over and hug him.

No wonder the half-elf poet fell in love with each other.

Who doesn't like a quiet and thin beautiful boy?

After playing the song, Mete was very satisfied with the movement he had caused.He turned around, his affectionate eyes fell on the mage, and he was about to utter words of courtship under the witness of the crowd.

He had thought it all over, even if Li Mingguang refused, he could use shyness as an excuse to make these mortals misunderstand their relationship.

If one person thinks this way, maybe Li Mingguang will correct it, but if many people have such a view, His Frostfire Crown will not bother to speak.

Who made the mage be the kind of arrogant ego who doesn't care much about the outside world's opinions?

Even though he knew he was deceiving himself and others, Mote was still very happy.

Do other gods have this kind of treatment?No.

He still has enough time to slowly soften Li Mingguang's attitude.

As for a certain god who is in charge of destiny... that guy doesn't know what went wrong, the Kingdom of God is closed, and he can't pose a threat at all.

"This piece of music is..." He cleared his throat and even used a loudspeaker technique so that his voice could be heard more clearly by the crowd outside.

It's a pity that I still haven't finished talking this time.

A girl with a flower basket squeezed over. She struggled so much that she almost fell when she got out of the crowd.

She was holding a flower basket in her hand, and there were flowers in the flower basket, while what she held tightly in her arms was a garland made of white roses and lilies, and the vines were also decorated with stars.

The girl stretched out her hands and handed the wreath to Li Mingguang, and the basket she was carrying shook for a while.

She lowered her head very low, and her thick bangs covered her eyes. While feeling uneasy, there was also a hint of imperceptible expectation.

Maybe the people around would love the young and handsome half-elf more, but she immediately fell in love with the alienated and indifferent young man next to the elf.

His eyes are so beautiful.

Will he say no?Or accept?What will you say to yourself?

I don't know his name yet...

The girl didn't see the elf's suddenly indifferent face, but felt a hand pulling her wreath over, the action was not gentle at all.

She quietly looked at it from the corner of her eye, and couldn't help but gasped again.

The wreath that had been weaving since hearing the music and seeing the boy was thrown on the ground.

And the half-elf who made such a move took out a piece of silk from nowhere, and was slowly wiping those slender jade-like hands with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"How can this kind of flower be worthy of him?" When those green eyes swept over, the girl subconsciously took a step back, feeling an indescribable palpitation.

Mote, whose confession was interrupted, snapped his fingers.

Despite his displeasure, he was too lazy to argue with mortals.The existence of human beings is too small, like ants, there is no need for this at all.

Also, this is a great opportunity to show His love.

A mage like Frostfire is matched only by the flowers of his garden and the brightest gems in his collection.

He put a new wreath, or rather, a jeweled tiara adorned with roses, on the mage's head.

In front of his masterpiece, Mote was extremely satisfied.

Li Mingguang rarely did not move.

No he didn't want to, but he couldn't.

A section of time was abruptly taken out by a certain existence.

The silver-haired deity stood beside him, leaning over and blowing in his ear, with an ambiguous and harsh tone.

"I've got you~" He said, carelessly straightened the corolla on Mo Tesui's glove, and curled a strand of Li Mingguang's hair to play with.

"Punishment or reward, which one should I choose?"

Li Mingguang, who has always been calm when things happen and takes life and death lightly, suddenly panicked at this moment.

The author has something to say: Destiny: Unexpected, hehe