Bethel didn't quite understand the difference between elves and gods, but instinctively didn't like it.

Don't like the distinction.

Fenghua pondered this sentence carefully, and it took a few seconds to understand the meaning of the elf.

The red lips swept a slight smile, and the tone was low and charming, "If you don't like it, you can't help it, little Bethel, we are destined to be different."

In addition to identity, there are also ...... Gender.

Her Majesty raised her white and slender hand, pinched the tips of the elves' crystal snow-like ears, raised her eyebrows, and thought with a casual chuckle:

After all, I didn't have any intention of lily.

Bethel: "......"

The elf's thin and slender eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding a hint of loss in the ice blue pupils.

It was not destined to be the same.

Doomed.

The dark red pupils rippled with a faint dark color, like a mysterious light.

……

At this time, in the Western European continent, there were no inns in the ancient Oriental countries, or hotels in the future life.

Fortunately, there is a god and an elf with outstanding appearance, and there is no place to live.

Fenghua took the elf's hand and was invited by a hospitable middle-aged gentleman to stay at home temporarily.

Outside the European-style attic is a green lawn, surrounded by a white fence surrounded by a few curly white-haired sheep, dressed in black and white maid outfits, mowing the lawn or watering the roses blooming in the corner.

When they saw their masters coming back, they lifted their skirts one after another, bent down and shouted, "Sir." ”

"Sir is back."

"Go and report to Madame."

"Today's dinner, please prepare more, I have two guests." Mr. Malov gestured with the gentlemanly elegance inherent in a man in a Western country, and made an inviting gesture towards Fenghua and the elf Bethel she was holding in her hand, "Two distinguished guests, please." ”

Fenghua nodded, his posture was graceful, his complexion was snow-white and charming, but not gaudy, and there was a faction of dignity between his eyebrows and eyes, "Thank you Mr. Malov for your hospitality tonight." ”

Mr. Maroff's wife was an equally beautiful and elegant lady, and Mr. Maroff had a son and a daughter, named Leo Leo and Maria ria.

Leo was a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, who inherited his father, Mr. Maroff, or rather, a gentleman common to all the men of Western European countries.

Leo returned from a horse race with his friends, wearing a white shirt with intricate lace and a black silk waistcoat, and a belt inlaid with rubies around his waist.

He took Fenghua's hand, dropped a meaningless kiss on the back of her hand, looked up and smiled brightly and warmly, and greeted her, "Hello, Miss Frances." ”

"Hello, Leo Junior." The slender fingers that were as white as jade lifted the skirt of the pure black court tuft and returned the salute.

The elf watched this scene and silently pursed her red lips.

He lowered his eyelashes and did not speak.

From a distance, the elf in the shape of a child, with a white and delicate face.

Fenghua used a little divine power to hide the appearance of the Bethel elf, and the two beautiful wings behind him were invisible to ordinary people, and then put on clothes, just like an ordinary little boy.

There is only one feature:

Pretty, pretty, pretty.

"Wow. What a beautiful little brother. The girl in a pink tuft, a top hat, and small leather shoes with a red bow appeared out of nowhere, pulled up Bethel's sleeve with her little hand, and asked innocently with her little head up, "Daddy, Mommy, can Maria play with him?" ”