From the furnishings of Movey's house, it was clear that this kindred with thin elven blood did not like luxury, but the teapots and cups he served were made of fine crystal. The emerald green leaves are pleasantly colored, and the transparent crystal is reflected in the eyes, which is a visual enjoyment.

"Wu is very particular about making tea and drinking tea, and I haven't tasted Wu's craftsmanship for a while, so I think about it." Bai Qingyue winked at Liu Fuyun and motioned for her not to confess what he had just said.

Morvey glanced at him and sat down at the table.

He picked up two teacups and filled them and pushed them in front of Liu Fuyun and Bai Qingyue.

"It looks delicious, but how can you invite someone to drink tea for supper, or let a friend make it... This Son is really picky! "Probably because Bai Qingyue made a move on Liu Fuyun when they met for the first time, the system has always looked at him very unpleasantly, and he has to complain when he gets the opportunity.

Liu Fuyun looked down at the cup of tea in front of him that was still steaming, and then looked up at Bai Qingyue, who was sitting opposite and holding the teacup contentedly, and frowned.

She took away the Sacred Tears that Xiao Yang wanted to offer to the Temple of Light, which must have been discovered. The stakes are very high, presumably the City Lord's Mansion will take action soon, and it will not be easy to get out of the city at that time.

didn't take advantage of this to sneak out and be dragged to drink tea, to be honest, Liu Fuyun was a little reluctant in his heart.

"Eh, how many people can't afford to spend a lot of money, it's really sad that you still look at me with such eyes." Bai Qingyue naturally understood the meaning of Liu Fuyun's eyes, he put down the teacup and muttered in a low voice.

"Anyone who encounters someone as familiar as His Highness Bai will be wary, unless it is to see your face." Liu Fuyun tugged at the corners of his mouth and said straightly.

Mo Wei sat on the side, glanced at Bai Qingyue with some amusement when he heard the words, and did not interject.

"It turns out that this Holy Son is already so famous in the Radiant Sun Empire."

Liu Fuyun's words of "Your Highness" made Bai Qingyue's eyes widen slightly, and then she raised her hand and touched her chin a little narcissistically.

"Let's not talk about these things first, if His Royal Highness the Holy Son has nothing else to say, I won't bother, go back to wash and sleep early, you will lose your hair if you don't rest well."

Liu Fuyun turned his head to the side and saw that Mo Wei was looking at her hand holding the teacup, with a little expectation in his eyes, and he couldn't help but be stunned. Picked up the teacup and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it lightly, the faint smell of tea just made people feel refreshed.

The smell is still a little bit familiar.

Not polite, Liu Fuyun took a small sip, and then his eyes lit up, and he directly raised his head and drank the tea in the cup.

A faint warm current spread out in the body, and it was as weak as the meat of the grinding beast.

"This tea has the taste of green sycamore, and Mr. Mo Wei is really good at craftsmanship." Not stingy with his praise at all, Liu Fuyun's words made Mo Wei breathe a sigh of relief slightly, and his face showed two points of joy.

The green sycamore fruit is a fruit produced by a demon plant, which can be seen everywhere in the Elven Forest, but I didn't expect it to be there outside.

"Yes, it's Qingwuguo. Qingwu is also the name that my grandmother gave me, and if Miss Fuyun doesn't dislike it, she can just call me Qingwu. Mo Wei said with a smile.

It is customary for the elves to name plants after them, and it is presumable that Movey's grandmother also had elven blood.

The elven blood in the body of the clansman in front of him was so thin that it didn't even have the iconic pointy ear features, and there was nothing special about it except that it was younger than ordinary people, and this situation could not even be called a half-elf. The half-elves that people on the Aslan Continent are now talking about are basically people with a little bit of blood like Mo Wei.

Bai Qingyue dragged her to see Mo Wei, obviously not just to drink tea.

"Fuyun, if you're not mistaken, you are too." Bai Qingyue suddenly spoke.

Liu Fuyun raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and looked at him with a smile.

"This product really has a purpose, and it's not about making friends, it's true or not." The system scoffs at this.

Seeing that Mo Wei → Qingwu were silent, he thought for a while and said, "Fuyun, you don't have to think too much, Yue is a good person." ”

Xu reacted that his good guy card was issued a little suddenly, and Qingwu continued: "You should know that many poachers now make a living by capturing people like us with a little elven blood, and I was also framed by someone and almost fell into the clutches of the devil, but it was the moon that saved me. ”

According to Qingwu's words, Bai Qingyue has secretly saved many people with thin elf blood, and she is simply ** alive.

Of course, there is no ** in the Aslan Continent, and it is just a metaphor here.

"I'm curious how His Highness found out?" The corners of his lips hooked up to reveal a faint smile, Liu Fuyun did not deny Bai Qingyue's words. In the eyes of Bai Qingyue and Qingwu, this move was tantamount to admitting.

In fact, Liu Fuyun, who is a little more purebred than purebred elves, is very different from Qingwu, but at this time, a fool will report his home.

"Don't say a mouthful of His Royal Highness the Holy Son, it sounds a little awkward." Bai Qingyue picked up the teapot with her own food, poured a cup for Liu Fuyun, and then filled her quilt, "Actually, I wasn't very sure before, the main thing was feeling." ”

He has come into contact with a lot of people like Qingwu, and it is not wrong that the humane elves are the darlings of the gods, even if they are just people with thin blood, they have outstanding appearance and temperament, and they can't accept it.

From the first time she saw Liu Fuyun, Bai Qingyue was a little suspicious, but now she got the answer directly.

"Okay, one last question." Liu Fuyun could accept Bai Qingyue's answer, but she still didn't understand something.

"Why did the Dark Sanctuary save the elves?"

After a few contacts, Comrade Shengzi has killed people every time, and she doesn't think this thing is a super caring and inspirational person who has set up an Elven Bloodline Protection Association.

"No, no, no, you're not right." Bai Qingyue flatly denied it, and said very seriously: "The Dark Temple will not do such a thing, this is my personal behavior. ”

"More accurately, it is the will of God."

Liu Fuyun felt his temples skip a beat.

She rose to the level of God without saying a word, which reminded her of a certain prophet in the forest.

"About fourteen years ago, when I first became the Son of Darkness, the Dark God suddenly issued a decree asking me to be friends with the elves, otherwise I would not do such troublesome things."

"Then why is it your personal behavior?" It was the first time for Qingwu to hear such a remark, so he asked curiously.

"Of course, it's because those guys in the temple aren't qualified to hear the will of God, otherwise why am I the Holy Son?" Bai Qingyue suddenly got stuck.

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