Mie Shiwen's male protagonist can read minds [Quick Transmigration]

The top of the elf wise man's head is equivalent to a tiger's beard that no one can touch. That long pale golden hair, even if it doesn't have the implicit streamer of the elf king in front of him, is still an extremely beautiful color.

Duo Yao's hand lightly landed on the top of the elder's head, the hair under the palm of his hand was very silky, and he couldn't help rubbing it with light force.

And the elves, who had long been called the Great Elder by the elves, finally had a truly definite name.

Aurora.

The warmth disappeared from the top of the head, but a steady stream of warmth poured into the heart.

There was a little light in Aurora's eyes, and when she pursed her lips again, it was not as complicated as before, but a joy visible to the naked eye. This elf wise man who supported the elves in the past, present, and even the future also has A child's general smile.

It seemed that those heavy and tired burdens were gently unloaded by the presence in front of him in the laughter.

Aurora seemed calm and said: "Thank you for the name."

Duo Yao's gaze paused for a moment on the tip of the trembling ear of the other party, and he looked away as if he didn't see anything, and responded with bent eyebrows.

The other elders looked at this scene with envious eyes and couldn't help but sigh with emotion. When they fell from the fruit of life, the No.1 they saw was the Great Elder. The elders are the best at naming things. Naturally, this kind of thing is inevitable. Down with the Great Elder.

Most of the names of the elders were given by the Great Elder.

It's just that no one is above the Great Elder, and because the Great Elder doesn't want to make a name for himself, it has been unknown for many years.

The newborn elf, who was about to be forgotten, flapped its wings quite unskillfully, and finally landed on the emperor's shoulders. Its little hands tried to grab the clothes on the shoulders, and blinked after hearing the conversation between the emperor and the elder.

The little elf raised its head and babbled at Huang Bian: "Huang~, name... mine, huh?"

Duo Yao looked at the elf on his shoulder, couldn't help but rubbed his little head, circled him from his shoulder to his hand, and put it in Aurora's hand.

Aurora quickly and carefully took it, and the emperor laughed and said: "I finally thought of a name, and it's fine to name another one. Let Aurora give you a nice name."

Aurora couldn't help showing a smile in her eyebrows, and looked at the elf who was obviously disappointed in her hand.

The little elf didn't get his favorite emperor's name. Although he was disappointed, he quickly turned his expectations to the gentle and kind elder in front of him.

Full of anticipation, sparkling eyes.

Aurora seemed to see a lot of elves who were catching them. After those elves looked around, their eyes were unconsciously empty, and when they looked at him, they expected to be weaker than the elves in their hands.

This kind of pure joy, eyes full of anticipation, is pleasing to watch.

Aurora said to the elf seriously: "From now on, your name will be Chen, so remember it."

The little elf followed suit and said: "My name is Chen, I have to remember it!"

The cute appearance made everyone present laugh out loud.

Morning, the beginning of light, the beginning of everything.

nice name.

……

The place where the master of the Percy Empire slept, used the simplest colors to spread out the most gorgeous palace. The colors painted by black and red in the sleeping hall were dark and depressing. Under such an environment, the psychological pressure on people was enormous. .

But for the person who is sleeping soundly, these may not affect him at all.

The previous king of the Kingdom of Neuss was famously gentle in his ruling methods. There were six princes among his heirs. When the previous king implied that he would abdicate, the outside world was speculating about the next king. Which prince will it be.

Is it the eldest prince with outstanding military achievements, the third prince who has read many books, or the sixth prince who is the most beloved?

When the Seventh Prince, who is unknown to the world, fought out in this battle for the throne and even until he was crowned, everyone still did not recover.

In just two days, the blood in the palace was so thick that it couldn't be wiped off. The fishy smell flooded the capital, and the black knights seemed to emerge from the ground, instantly surrounding the entire capital.

At that frightening coronation ceremony, the dying king slumped powerlessly on the throne, watching the seventh prince who had just killed the last eldest prince, but who was very strange to him, slowly walked up to the coronation ceremony. the road.

The princes and nobles of the past did not dare to speak out under the iron-blooded suppression, and stood shivering below watching the new king's coronation.In such a silent environment, the old king gasped heavily but had no energy to say a word.

The old king stared at the blood spattered on the side of the Seventh Prince's face. The blood was dotted around the corners of the eyebrows, eyes, and cheeks, adding a thick layer of evil spirit to the other's deep and handsome facial features. His dark eyes were dark. He just looked at himself unemotionally.

Everyone knew that it was the blood of the six brothers in name of the new king. There might be one blood stain on it, maybe all six, but there was no doubt that all six princes died at the hands of the new king.

In the hands of the old king was a gorgeous crown stuffed by a guard wearing black armor who couldn't see his face clearly, which was different from the crown with rubies as the main object when the new king of the Noyes Empire was crowned in the past.

This new crown is based on black gemstones that do not reflect any light. In many people's eyes, black gemstones are mysterious and beautiful, but they represent unknown.

Now, the crown is like the new king, giving people an extremely mysterious feeling, but full of unknowns.

The new king stopped in front of the old king, the corners of his lips raised, but his eyes were extremely cold: "Your Majesty."

The old king uttered an unknown sound and spit out a mouthful of blood. He didn't take his eyes off the new king's face before he died.

A few drops of the spewed blood splashed on the crown that he was holding in his hand forcibly, and a few drops splashed on the side of the new king's face, and after blending into the splotches of blood, they could no longer be distinguished.

The new king frowned, didn't bother to wipe it, and took out the crown from the dead old king.

He didn't go to ask anyone in the Holy See, and the only person who could be called his elder had just passed away, and now he was the only one left in the entire Neuss royal family.

The new king turned around, faced the trembling princes, smiled slightly, and put on himself the crown that represented the official coronation.

Above ten thousand people, the new king, whose face and body were covered with the blood of his closest relatives, just put on the crown of the previous king whose blood had not yet dried up, and became the new master of the kingdom in the bloody capital.

He was Theodore Noyes, the last king of the Noyes Kingdom.

Also the first king of the Percy Empire, Theodore Percy.

In the dormitory, some boring kings have always had the same dream recently.

Theodore skillfully walked into the church that he personally burned. There was no old pope in the church in his dream, and there was no soldier behind him.

Only the long sword in his hand still trailed a trail of blood, slowly approaching the statue in the middle of the church.

Theodore looked up at the god whose face could not be seen clearly, his expression was cold and disgusted, more of a kind of impatience: "I'm a little annoyed."

Things that should have been destroyed a long time ago, now that they have been destroyed, what can I do if I keep dreaming like this?

If it was the first time he had such a dream, Theodore was still interested to see if the god who had lived in legends still existed, or if he, who hadn’t dreamed all year round, had this strange dream. Is the dream accidental?

But after having the same dream for several days in a row, and nothing worthy of his attention appeared, the so-called trivial interest has dissipated.

The long sword was lifted up, the sword light was awe-inspiring, just like that time, Theodore swung the sword expressionlessly.

But this time, it was a little different from that time in reality.

When the sword swung down, Theodore's dark eyes reflected the light of the sword, lurking like a fierce and ruthless beast, watching the death of the prey.

From the time when the long sword swung across the statue causing it to shatter, to when the sword light slashed across the face of the statue, it was an extremely short and extremely difficult moment to capture.

At that moment, the silver light burst, and the face of the statue was originally a blurred feeling deliberately made by humans, but at this moment, it was like a materialized cloud, which was easily pierced by the sword light, revealing the true identity of the god statue after layers of cover. face.

After seeing it in shock, Theodore's pupils shrank suddenly, but the dream was quickly shattered along with the shattering of the statue at a speed that he was caught off guard.

In the bedroom in reality, the sleeping king suddenly opened his eyes. There was no sleepiness in his eyes. The black color was covered by ice, but his expression was full of thought.

He sat up quietly, his dangerous muscles fluctuated with his breathing under the underwear, and the neckline slipped a few minutes, and he could see the thick chest muscles that were very masculine.

Theodore propped his forehead, his elbows were resting on his arched thighs and knees, in a lazy and casual posture, and he rubbed his hair with an unclear expression.

That moment was too short, even with Theodore's excellent memory, he couldn't leave the clear face of the god in his mind, and his brain could only remember the huge thrill of seeing it, and the beauty beyond aesthetics is in the instinct of human beings. The traces left in the memory are enough to replace the regret of not being able to record the face of the other party.

Theodore gave a low laugh. He had no interest in what the gods looked like. He just felt... a little familiar.

……

Facing the expectations of the elf elders, Duo Yao just shook his head slightly: "I can't go out, the outside world has been polluted, this is the last place where I can wake up."

Facing the seemingly puzzled and seemingly clear expressions of the Elf Elders, Duo Yao didn't explain much.

"Go out, don't worry."

Several elders left hesitantly, and finally looked back reluctantly before closing the mother source.

A hammock had already been woven on the mother tree, covered with the softest leaves.

Duo Yao looked up, tiptoed lightly and landed in the hammock, sighed and lay down.

The long pale golden hair slipped from the hammock, the jade white fingertips were clasped on the edge of the hammock, and the ancient and gloomy tree fragrance smelled in his nose, Duo Yao closed his eyes and decided to give it a try.

……

When Duo Yao opened his eyes again, what he saw was the blue sky without a trace of gray haze.

He stood up, but inadvertently found that there was still a little guy stepping on his feet.

【Um?Where is the poor boy? 】

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