100 Ways to Get the Male God

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【Extras·Gather】

When I heard the word "sister" for the first time, His Majesty the Elf King felt a little surprised.

The elves have no kinship, where is the sister from?

He didn't care either. Although Senen said that this was a great fate, and everyone else agreed, but the elf boy's heart was like a calm lake without a single ripple.

One person's life is enough, why two people.

Although it is his own sister in name.

If Senene had not brought the little girl back without permission, he might never have thought of seeing her and taking care of her in his life.

But he was biased against her.

The little one, lying in the flower basket, raised his head and smiled at himself, with emerald green eyes exactly like his own... Is this the "sister"?

His heart softened suddenly.

At that time, His Majesty the great and noble Elf King did not think that this soft-hearted, he has been soft-hearted.

He never thought of leaving her again.

Even, began to worry that his sister would leave him.

As a bright and pure elf king, with the most dazzling gold, the young man's heart is pure and unstained.

But he later got angry several times.

He never thought that a little girl who was left to take care of her casually, just a nominal sister, would be emotionally affected by her, even to the point of rage.

When he came to the side hall from the main hall, but did not see the figure of his sister, the pure heart was stained with haze for the first time, and the pupils of the young Nuancui became dark.

Someone took her away.

Whoever it is, for whatever reason. The first thought that slipped through the pure heart of the young man was actually killing—killing each other, no matter why.

He didn't know how he could be like this.

When he found his sister, he was by the alley and heard the human being telling her, "Maybe your brother doesn't care about you at all and won't come to you."

A burning anger burst into my heart.

--what do you know? Dare you say so?

It was the first time His Majesty the Elf King decided to kill someone without any thought.

The vines wrapped around the man's hands and feet, the thorns cut into the skin, and blood flowed down.

Gasher stretched out his hand to the elf girl.

But she—turned back and glanced at the human.

Even if it was only for a moment, then the younger sister turned around and walked towards her.

But the boy's heart, which was full of gloomy emotions, was ignited by something.

In an instant, the branches formed sharp knives that were about to pierce the human heart.

How could his sister care about others? And a filthy human who stole her. Why did she hesitate for that second, instead of walking towards him immediately?

There is something vaguely out of control.

The feeling wasn't just anger, it was helplessness, and unspeakable panic.

From the panic in the depths of the soul.

Holding his sister's small body, the boy's fingertips were cold and his heart was trembling slightly.

You are not allowed to leave. never leave me.

The emotion of worrying about gain and loss is the most tormenting thing in this world. The torture was all because of her.

But if Gather was given the choice, if everything were to be done all over again, would he still allow this maroon-colored elf to occupy all of his heart.

The answer is clear and unwavering.

If he did it all over again, he not only hoped to meet her, but also hoped that he would be nice to her from the beginning.

She could never leave him again.