One Hundred Ways to Become a God

The tips of the blood elf's ears trembled slightly.

In the next second, He Yan was surprised to see that the place he touched slowly turned pink.

——It seems that it is easier to bully.

However, before he could make the next move, the blood elf suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, and forcefully removed his hand from the tip of his ear.

This little mouse dared to seduce him so blatantly!

If they hadn't been able to linger here too long—

The blood elf pursed the corners of his mouth even more, and the corners of his eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc.

He Yan's paws were pinched, he raised his head and looked at the blood elf with dark blood pupils for a few seconds, and blinked innocently.

"The time is almost here," the blood elf said in a low voice, with a hint of hoarseness in his voice: "Let's go."

Without waiting for his answer, she directly pulled his wrist and walked out of the small house.

I don't know what the blood elves did in the short 10 minutes they went out. As soon as He Yan came out of the room, he felt many prying eyes from all directions.

He looked around and found countless elves hiding in the trees, looking at them, but they were not close.

Roughly counting, there are at least seventy or eighty of the only ones he can clearly see.

Except for a very small number of special existences, elves are a race that is completely active during the day. Although they have night vision, they rarely travel at night.

He Yan's footsteps paused.

His object...how did he wake up so many elves?

Or are these elves too vigilant?

But no matter what the reason was, the blood elf was very indifferent to the scrutiny from his fellow clansmen, and just continued to pull him forward with a sullen face, ignoring those gazes at all.

He Yan also had no choice but to add a light spirit technique to himself, followed in the footsteps of the blood elves, and pretended not to care, ignoring those scrutinizing gazes.

Watching the elves all the way, they quickly stopped in front of a clearing.

When he came here, He Yan suddenly felt that the elements in the air had become very pure, and the faint fragrance of plants and trees lingered at the tip of his nose, making people feel comfortable physically and mentally even while breathing.

He couldn't help but took a deep breath.

At the same time, he noticed that most of those gazes were originally curious, but He Yan could clearly feel that many elves had a hint of vigilance in their eyes when they noticed that they were rushing towards this place.

Contacting the reactions of the elves, this must be the entrance to the legendary holy land of elves...

But looking at it now, apart from the richer elements, it looks like nothing more than a simple open space.

Therefore, according to common sense, there should be something similar to a formation nearby, which can send them to the holy land of elves.

Sure enough, the blood elf took out the leaf-shaped object that he had shown to the green-eyed elf from his pocket again.

He whispered a series of words that sounded extremely obscure, and in the next second, a gleam of light lit up on the "leaf", enveloping the two of them.

——When the green light in front of him lit up, He Yan vaguely heard the exclamation of the elves not far away.

"That foreigner actually went in..."

"Who is he?"

When his vision returned to clarity, those small voices could no longer be heard, and the scenery in front of him had completely changed.

It was still dark and late at night outside, but there was no dark shadow to be found here, and there was a gentle white light coming from nowhere, spreading finely in every corner.

He Yan looked at the towering tree not far away, and lost the ability to speak for a moment.

It was a very beautiful and elegant tree with thick branches, covered with traces of vicissitudes carved over thousands of years, each of which was awe-inspiring.

Countless fresh green leaves are squeezed together, falling on the branches like clouds and mist, and each piece has a fresh vitality that seems to jump out of it at any time, rushing to people's faces.

No matter how skilled the painter is, it is difficult to paint one-tenth of its charm.

Although it is extremely tall and strong, its posture is gentle, and the tops of the slender branches hang slightly, as if it wants to protect the land under its feet.

People can feel the vitality of life and a kind of softness belonging to motherhood at the first sight of it.

After staring at the tree for a while, He Yan managed to recover from the vitality in his eyes.

He turned his head and asked the blood elf beside him: "Is this the elf mother tree?"

It is said that the birth rate of the natural reproduction of the elves is so low that it is almost negligible, and most elves are born from the elf mother tree.

So if we want to be serious, the tree in front of them is actually the mother of the blood elves.

The blood elf gave a soft "hmm", let go of his wrist, interlocked his fingers, and pulled him slowly towards the elf mother tree.

The foot is stepping on the soft soil, and what the mouth and nose breathe is the fresh and vigorous breath, which flows into the lungs along the trachea, which makes people even unconsciously soothe their mood.

Even the blood elf, who had been sullen all year round, showed a trace of relaxation between his brows and eyes.

Although it seems that they are not far away, it is because the elf mother tree is too thick and the branches extend too far, which creates a visual illusion for people.

The two actually walked for a while before they actually arrived in front of the elf mother tree.

He Yan looked at the dark brown tree trunk that could not be seen beyond his eyes, and a sudden impulse surged in his heart, and he stretched out his hand to stroke it.

Although the trunk under his palm feels as rough as ordinary trees, it carries a touch of warmth, which flows into his body through the place of contact, and an intoxicating sense of comfort surges in the limbs and bones.

Worried that his reckless actions would rob the energy of the elf mother tree, He Yan quickly withdrew his hand.

But it was too late——

There were some rustling movements among the branches and leaves above, as if something had been awakened by him.

He looked up and saw a tiny and slender hand pushing away the dense leaves, and with a few leaves floating down, a small creature fell from among the leaves.

It was a petite elf, about as tall as He Yan's forearm, with pointed and long ears and a delicate appearance unique to elves, with slightly curly long hair falling on the body like seaweed.

But different from other elves, this little elf has a pair of light green wings standing behind it, flapping with high frequency.

When he saw this elf for the first time, the first thought that popped up in He Yan's mind was: this might be a juvenile elf.

After all, there were only adult elves in Deland, and no one knew what elves looked like when they were young, and he had never heard Ambrose mention the form of young elves, so he naturally had such a guess.

Maybe they had wings in infancy?

But when he met the green pupils of the elves, he immediately broke his deduction.

Although her body is petite and cute, the bottom of those translucent pupils is smooth, containing a kind of gentleness and tolerance brought about by the passage of time.

This is definitely not the look that a young elf should have, but more like——

Just as a bold idea emerged in He Yan's mind, the sudden opening of the blood elf confirmed his guess.

The blood elf lowered his head slightly, greeted with elf etiquette, and whispered: "Queen."

The small elf nodded reservedly to the blood elf, a faint smile appeared on his face, and it quickly faded away.

He Yan was stunned again.

In his previous imagination, the Elven Queen might be a majestic image, or a gentle and loving existence...

But no matter what, he never thought it would be such a small one.

While he was in a daze, the little Elf Queen had already waved her light-colored wings behind her and quickly circled him around.

He Yan was awakened from the astonishment by a flash of green in front of his eyes.

He settled down and lowered his head slightly. Because he didn't know the etiquette of the elves, he could only greet the elf queen who was beyond his expectations, "Hello."

The elf queen also returned the same courtesy to him very politely, "Hello"

Her voice is very soft, but every word seems to carry a strange power, straight to the bottom of people's heart, like a stream blowing across a dry river bed in spring, soft but yet powerful.

The elf queen's eyes turned slightly around him and the blood elf, and finally focused on their interlocking hands, and asked softly, "Are you Cecil?"

Seeing He Yan nodded slightly, there was a slight smile in her green eyes, and then asked: "Ann's partner?"

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