The white horse flies by, and time flies. Heinir felt that the days after returning from the Demon World passed quickly, probably because he and Holder had been sweet every day since they were together.

Before I knew it, it was the day of the birthday of the god of light. As the much-loved vice monarch of the kingdom of heaven, it is conceivable that Cheng Dù, who is highly sought after by men, has a big deal to do every year on his birthday, which is presided over by the queen of God, Friggia.

This year was no exception, and the venue for the banquet was again at the Temple of Light. Every corner of the Radiance Palace and the temple is decorated. The people of Northern Europe were as red as the China in which Heinill lived in his previous life, and the goddess of lights had countless high arches in the temple, and the long corridors were hung with festive red candles, covered with light gauze covers, and the stars were hazy.

The sisters of the goddess of textiles are hanging the silver and gold dome of the Huiyao Hall with fluttering light yarns, which are colorful, and when the wind blows, they dance out of the brilliance.

A feast has been set up in the empty temple on weekdays, a long table covered with a white openwork patterned silk tablecloth, a row of flowers in the center of the table, and bewitching roses with pure lilies.

The table was filled with freshly roasted turkey, twisted loaves of bread, and desserts of all kinds, as well as a lot of Yuri's green vine grapes, which were Heineer's favorite food.

At this time, it is not yet the official start of the banquet, and many people have already come to celebrate the birthday. The people of the heavenly realm love silk the most, so to attend this kind of formal occasion, people wear fluttering silk gauze clothes, and gather together in twos and threes to talk and laugh, whether it is a male fairy or a female fairy, they are light and charming like flowers flowing in the banquet.

The elves, on the other hand, flew up and down the temple with their colorful wings, and when they saw a place that needed to be served, they flew down and landed beside that person.

This is the scene in front of the temple, but it is still early in the morning, and the master has not yet arrived.

The host of the banquet was still in the apse, grinding his ears and temples......

In a fountain slightly higher than the ground, Holder sat comfortably with his head tilted back on the edge of the bath, and Haineer half-crouched beside him with a soft-bristled brush in his hand.

The long black hair hung down softly from his head and rested on a translucent white crystal, and Heinel looked at it intently, his fingers brushing over the satin-like hair, silky soft and slippery, and because it had just been washed, it still had the fragrance of lime soap.

Heinir took the brush in his hand and dipped it in a delicately shaped ceramic tray filled with golden powder, and then brushed it over the man's incense hair. All of a sudden, the place where the soft-bristled brush passed suddenly shone with golden light.

"Tut-tut...... "The hairdresser who was serious about bleaching and dyeing let out an exclamation, looking at the less and less golden, "What a waste......

"It's just a little gold, there's a lot of it here."

The man with his eyes closed opened his eyes, and his fingers circled around the temple above his head and said.

"Local tyrant ......"

Secretly complained. Without looking around, Heinir also knew about the temple made of gold and silver. If there is a concept of money here, the God of Light can be said to be the richest person in the heavenly realm.

"It's not a tyrant, it's a rich man. You have married into a wealthy family in the divine realm. The man tilted his head to look at him.

Heinir: "......"

The man's eyes after bathing with his lover just now were full of contentment, and his peach-like eyes were shining, and Heinir, who looked at it, turned out to be a burst of heart, and of course, the chrysanthemums behind him were also tightened.

"Stay still." Heinir kicked his head off.

"My dear, what exactly have you prepared for me tonight? You see you came to me this morning empty-handed and didn't bring anything, are you going to give me the gift I asked for earlier? Holder said again.

"I can't tell you yet, it's a secret."

Heinill shook his head with a warm smile.

"Huh...... If you want to refuse and welcome, you want to indulge, I like it. ”

"Hmph, you're thinking too much."

Holder smiled and asked, "Really?" Hopefully it will satisfy me then. Otherwise, I'll enforce ......"

"No, no!"

The corners of Haineer's mouth twitched, and he rubbed his still sore waist with one free hand. The guy had been asking him for a birthday present, and it had to be something new that he had never received before, and if he couldn't, then he had to give Holder the gift he had told him.

What the? You think you packed Heinier himself and gave it to him? It's so innocent.

Holder's hand-picked gift is: Longyang Thirty-six Styles! This guy doesn't know which corner of the demon world he exchanged for an ancient oriental picture book, and it was actually a spring palace map called Longyang Thirty-six Style! Looking at the style of painting, it should be the work of an ancient island country, and it is really not easy to preserve it to this day......

No, I digress...... Heineer shook his head, pulling back his thoughts as he had run to the edge of the sky. It doesn't matter what the little yellow book handed down from ancient times, the important thing is that Holder's perverted guy actually regarded such a lewd thing as a treasure, and insisted on pulling him to try the posture inside one by one!

Naturally, Haineir refused. No matter how many times he has done it, as a pure and beautiful man, he still can't let go of this matter. So until today, the only postures that the two have tried are the front position and the back position, which is convenient and labor-saving.

It's not like the posture in the 36 styles of Longyang, which is so difficult that only acrobats can do it. Henir had no doubt that if he really played with that guy, he would definitely be half dead if he wasn't torn apart.

All in all, that guy is going to play him with different tricks, and he will never let him succeed!

"Alas, in fact, every year they give gifts, there are a few things, pearls and gems and the like, and there is nothing worth seeing...... I can't even think of having a perfect birthday memory......"

The man sighed and looked at Heinill with a very helpless look.

"That's not for you." Heinier retorted that he wouldn't be fooled.

"I am mourning for Bald!"

"......" Heinir disdainful.

"Get up and get dressed, it's all right." Henir put away the brush, and the man's hair had lost its luster of black pearls and had become golden and gorgeous.

Seeing that Heineer didn't take the bait, the man was not in a hurry. He got up and began to wear the dress given by the goddess of textiles a few days ago, which was the first birthday gift he received today.

It is still pure white that represents holiness, and the robe is a light blue flowing cloud woven with silver silk and blue thread from the waist, hanging from the waist to the feet, fluttering and flowing with every step of the man, as if walking among the clouds, and the wide belt of the golden silver silk sun ray pattern pinched the man's waist out of the perfect streamline.

When Heinier was helping him tie his belt, he watched the man's waist unconsciously wander, the man's waist was even more slender than his, but it was not the kind of weak weakness, but strong and powerful, especially when doing that kind of thing.

A peerless pair of beautiful people, hand in hand, appeared at the banquet, no matter where they went, the harvest was naturally the envy of everyone.

"Happy birthday to Your Highness Balde, you are really shining today." A fairy with a raw face came over and handed over a box, "This is a gift for you." ”

"Thank you." The man smiled lightly, and then did not speak, but only motioned to the maid who followed behind him to accept the box, and his expression was slightly cold.

Heinir: "......" This guy is really good at pretending!

"If you have a blessing like this, I don't know how many you will receive, and everyone replies enthusiastically, then you won't want to sleep tonight."

"Oh."

Heinell answered. His eyes swept over the banquet, and then decisively pulled Holder towards the place where several of the main gods gathered, and he saw that Odur was there.

"Balde, Heinir, it's been a long time!"

Odur was still the same, shaking his small waist and seductive hair, and when he saw the beautiful creature, he rushed forward without resistance.

Hainir immediately stood in front of the god of light, and caught the bear's hug.

"You came back from the Demon Realm smoothly, how is your body?" Heineer asked.

"I'm so good. Thank you, dear little Heineer, for saving me and caring for me so much, people are so touched! ”

Odur replied excitedly, and the wolf hugged Hainir, and his red lips almost kissed him, but at the last moment he was stopped by the old tall Holder who raised his eyebrows on the side.

"Oh, I forgot about it, you two are together."

Odur, who was forcefully dragged off Hainier, smirked and scratched his head, his eyes kept spinning around the two of them, and he licked the corners of his mouth thoughtfully.

Finally, he gave a thumbs up to Hainier, "Hainier, you are amazing." ”

Heinir: "......"

"Actually, if you look closely, the stupid god is a good match for my brother." Freya praised from the bottom of her heart.

The rest of the gods chimed in.

"That's my dear charm is too great." Holder, a little carried away, took Hennell's hand hanging at his side, and imprinted a kiss on it.

"Oh......" the gods booed.

"Not really. I think it's a stupid god who can tune/teach the god of light to be such a coquettish person. At this time, a yin and yang strange voice interjected, sour as if it had knocked over a vinegar jar.

Heineer looked back and saw that it was Vidal, who had disappeared for a few days.

It is rare that the god of the forest did not dress up today, but wore a high-necked and long-sleeved satin dress, but when he moved, he could still faintly see the small red strangulation marks on his neck.