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

Don't like this difference.

Feng Hua thought about this sentence carefully, and only after a few seconds did he understand the meaning of the elf.

A faint smile appeared on the red lips, and the tone was low and charming, "There is no way to do if you don't like it. Little Bethel, we are destined to be different~"

In addition to identity, there is also...gender.

Her Majesty the Queen raised her fair and slender hand, pinched the tip of the elf's crystal clear ears, raised her eyebrows, and chuckled casually and thought:

After all, I have no plans to lily.

Bethel: "…"

The elf's slender and slender eye feathers hung slightly, covering the faintest look in the ice-blue pupils.

Destined to be different.

Is it destined?

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

...

At this time, there were no inns from the ancient Eastern Kingdoms or hotels in the future in the Western European continent.

Fortunately, the outstanding appearance of the god and the elf do not have to worry about not having a place to live.

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

Outside the European loft is a blue lawn, with a few curly white-haired sheep surrounded by white fences, wearing black and white maid outfits or mowing the lawn or watering the blooming roses in the corners of the wall.

When they saw the master come back, they lifted their skirts one after another, bent down and shouted: "Sir."

"Sir, I'm back."

"Go and report to your wife."

"Please prepare more for today's dinner. I have two guests." Mr. Malov's every move is of gentlemanly elegance that a man from the West is born with. He made an invitation gesture to Fenghua and the elf Bethel, who was holding in her hands. "Two distinguished guests, please."

Fenghua nodded, with a graceful posture, a white and charming look, but not vulgar, and there was a sense of dignity between her eyebrows and eyes. "I will thank Mr. Marov for the hospitality tonight."

Mr. Marov's wife was an equally beautiful and elegant lady, and she gave birth to a son and a daughter with Mr. Marov, named Leo and Maria respectively.

Leo is a teenager of twelve or thirteen years old, inheriting his father, Mr. Marov, or a gentleman shared by men in the entire Catherland Western European country.

Leo and his friends came back from racing horses together, wearing a delicate and complex lace white shirt with a black silk vest, and a belt inlaid with rubies around his waist. He was wearing a young and angry horse.

He held Fenghua's hand, and put a meaningless kiss on the back of her hand. He raised his head and smiled brightly and warmly, and greeted her, "Hello, Miss Frances."

"Hello, Boy Leo." The beautiful and white slender fingers lifted the hem of the pure black palace skirt and gave a gift.

The elf looked at this scene and silently pursed his bright red lips.

Lower his eyelashes and didn't speak.

From a distance, the child looks like an elf, with a white and delicate face.

Fenghua used a little divine power to cover up the appearance of the Bethel Elf. The two beautiful wings behind him were invisible to ordinary people. Then he put on his clothes and was just like an ordinary little boy.

There is only one feature:

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

"Wow. What a beautiful little brother." The girl in a pink tulip skirt, a small top hat, and a red bow-shaped leather shoes appeared from somewhere. Her little hand pulled Bethel's sleeve and raised her head and asked innocently, "Dad, Mommy, can Maria play with him?"
Chapter completed!