The divine spring in the Elf Kingdom fell to his stomach and did not react. Everything was normal in the whole body, and he did not obtain a halo or energy crown.

I just felt that my whole body was stretching out. It seemed that every originally closed pore was also completely opened, breathing happily, extremely comfortable.

"The sweet spring of the gods will give the drinker the ability to heal itself." Shantiel smiled.

"Have the ability to heal..."

Finally, labor and capital are people with self-healing factors...

Self-healing, the most practical supernatural ability in American comics, was obtained inadvertently in the foreign land?

Even without healing himself, Luo Yang's body's metabolism was far higher than that of humans and had extremely strong recovery power.

Now, he has directly obtained the gift of the elves and has the ability to heal himself. In the future, Luo Yang will not have to use the holy light or the summoning system of watchful eyes, and his body can complete self-recovery.

(However, Luo Yang does not have the complete power of holy light. He has mastered the elemental power of the magic master and the spiritual power of the sage warrior. He also made the power of the heaven-defying holy light in the monster, which really exploded. The power system cannot withstand so many powerful systems...)

Shantiel added: "Only the Yalfheims, or the mortals of the eight kingdoms, can they obtain this special ability."

Luo Yang thought, "This kind of spring water is meaningless to the Asa Gods."

"For people from the gods, the sweet spring of the gods can at most cleanse the body." Shantiel said.

Cleansing the body...Isn't it meant detoxification?

Luo Yang put the bowl back on the spring water well. "Miss Shantyle Silver Moon. Take me to a walk nearby."

"Do you like the scenery here?" Shantiel's jade finger rested on his lips and smiled brightly.

"That's right. Every place in the nine major countries has a special and magnificent landscape. In my opinion, Yalfheim has many similarities with the earth, but the sunlight is slightly stronger."

Shantiel pulled Luo Yang's hand and led him out of the closed area of ​​the gods' springs and headed to the nearby plains.

In the heart of the plain, there is a royal garden. Around the garden, dozens of towering canopy trees are planted...

Shantiel held Luo Yang's hand, her almost one-meter-5-meter-long jade legs, shuttled between the fresh and gentle green grass. The green grass gently brushed across her snow-white skin.

Laughing, swallow language, refreshing plant breath, unique fragrance of elves...

In the sun, Shantiel was so beautiful that it was extremely beautiful. In a trance, Luo Yang was already confused by the beautiful scenery in front of him, and could not tell where this place was.

Shantiel and Luo Yang ran and chased.

The elf girl teased Luo Yang's heartstrings, but her teased seemed so natural and pure.

On this elves' grassland, Luo Yang's unforgettable memories are left...

After a long game, Shantiel finally felt a little tired. She collapsed in the grass and collapsed under the shade of a canopy tree.

Shantiel looked at Luo Yang, who was sweating heavily and his heartbeat: "Let's rest, Luo...yi."

Luo Yang's steps were mixed, he swayed and then sat cross-legged beside Shantiel.

Puff, puff...

Instead of slowing down with rest, my heartbeat became more and more intense.

Shantiel looked at the sky and asked sadly: "Roy, are you the son of prophecy?"

The son of prophecy?

"What does it mean? I don't know the story of the son of prophecy."

Shantiel smiled and said:

"I heard from the Queen that a legend."

"——As the rumor, the son of the prophetics of the nine kingdoms, he waved a weapon made by Odin, and this warrior would end the dusk of the gods and avoid all destruction."

What the hell...

The weapon created by Odin ends the twilight of the gods...

Thor held Miaoernier, Steve held the Sword of Gramo, and Luo Yang possessed the Purification Blade himself.

All three of them may be the sons of prophecy??!

To be honest, Luo Yang didn't want to do anything Qiu Senwan (chosen_one: the selected one).

Generally, the chosen ones will not end up being very good.

Gu Yi called himself the chosen one. Now, Shantiel made another guess about the son of prophecy.

If fate is really imposed on him, Luo Yang can only face fate.

Ordinary people obey fate, but strong people can dominate their lives and future.

Voltaire once said: [There is no such thing as fate, everything is nothing more than a test, punishment or compensation.]

"Someone once said that I am the chosen one." Luo Yang looked at Shantiel's eyes. "If I were also the son of prophecy, I must do my best to end the dusk of the gods. Just as you guard Yalfheim, I will also try my best to defend the earth."

Shantiel smiled without saying a word, but just tilted his head to Luo Yang's shoulder.

From Luo Yang's perspective, her beautiful facial features, slender elf ears, and fair and clear skin were close to her.

Her slender hands stroked Luo Yang's arm muscles, and under the thin white gauze skirt, her beautiful legs were about to emerge.

The burning desire in the heart, the strong hormone secretion, and the body fragrance emitted by Shantiel...

If you can still control your desires at this time, you may only be a saint.

Luo Yang, he has achieved considerable achievements in the career he loves. At the same time, he is also the leader of the mysterious defender and the Avenger. He has become a mysterious idol in the minds of countless people on earth.

After all, he was just a mortal, a lucky ordinary boy.

He pulled the elf girl into his arms.

Shantiel's eyes were filled with light, and there was no refusal. Instead, he put on Luo Yang's body and untied his clothes.

Then, Luo Yang's rough hands gently stroked the elf's skin. The palms touched a layer of smooth skin, which was tight and tender. Luo Yang's hands wandered all over her body with sweating profusely, and could hardly hold any part of it...

The two of them intersected their lips and hugged them tightly.

Luo Yang closed his eyes and experienced the embrace that looked like a dream...

................

Five hours later.

Under the shade of the trees.

Shantiel seemed to be still unsatisfied, but Luo Yang was so tired that he could no longer continue.

Five hours...even the scorching sun in Yalfheim finally began to dim and entered the night.

"Sure enough, you'll become very 'awesome'."

"What's the meaning?"

"You should have feelings yourself, right? You came to ask me hypocritically?"

Having said that, after such a long-term battle... I was really drunk. I had abstinence for a long time, so why was it so unreasonable?

"The influence of the gods' sweet spring is all-round." Shantiel's face turned slightly red and she said softly.

The elf girl over 100 years old is not stupid either... half is in love, and half is using herself to satisfy her desire for shame.

Luo Yang lowered his head, and he seemed to be exploited by the heroine Michelle, like Jim, the virgin in "American Pie". Is that true?

Just when he was depressed, Shantiel suddenly rushed up again.
Chapter completed!