1122 Bird People, Elves
Mayor Jun Qing was rich, handsome, devoted, and had good stamina.
Which woman wouldn’t love such a man?
As the two of them chatted, the disciples of the East God Palace had already jumped down from the flying motorcycle and landed steadily on the wide platform at the outermost edge of the square.
Seeing that the people from the East God Palace had arrived, the participating Beast Tamers that had gathered in the square stood up tacitly and took the initiative to make way for an exclusive path so that the disciples of the East God Palace could go to the inner hall of the hotel.
The disciples of the East God Palace were used to this sort of scene.
Their expressions were calm as they strode across the path towards the inner hall.
The two disciples in the lead were a man and a woman. There was a sharp eagle eye on their necks. When they passed by Yu Huang and the others, the male disciple in the lead suddenly stopped and gave Donor and Estelle a surprised look.
Donor had already retracted his sword.
Seeing the man look over, Donor looked at him calmly. His noble and extraordinary aura was very eye-catching.
The man stared at Donor for a moment and suddenly said, “You’re not a bird person.” Hybrid bird people born from the combination of flying demon beasts and humans looked somewhat similar to elves, but their wings were only decorative and had no combat strength.
Moreover, their wings were not as big as Donor’s.
From Donor’s noble aura, it was obvious that he was used to living a pampered life. The man suddenly thought of a creature that had become extinct—
Elf!
“Could it be that you two are elves?”
Swish!
The pair of pure white wings that had been stuck to Donor’s back suddenly opened completely. Instantly, everyone in the square was mesmerized by the beautiful pair of pure white wings.
With the pair of wings, Donor looked holy and handsome.
Donor nodded at the man and said, “I’m Donor of the Light Elve Clan.”
When Estelle saw Donor’s high-profile and ostentatious actions, he was silent for a moment before cooperating with Donor and silently spreading his wings as well.
After the black wings were completely spread out, the ambiance became sinister and cold because of the demon’s appearance.
“I’m Estelle of the Night Elve Clan.”
As they stared at the huge black and white wings, discussion broke out in the crowd—
“They’re actually elves? Didn’t the elves go extinct long ago? When did two elves appear in the Central Continent?” If elves appeared in the Central Continent, it would definitely be in the headlines and spread throughout the entire Central Continent. There was no reason for them not to have heard of them.
The man looked at the wings on Donor’s back with a strange gaze as he exclaimed, “As expected of the Light Elves. Your wings are indeed as beautiful and holy as the legends say.”
However, Donor wasn’t happy at all when he heard the man’s praise.
This was because he realized that the way the other party looked at his wings was a little strange, like a drunkard who saw wine, a lecher who saw a beautiful woman, or a gambler who saw a gambling table.
His gaze was filled with possessiveness!