Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

"Baptism..." The ministers were all startled slightly.

An elf came forward and asked, "How long did it take for Her Royal Highness Su Weiya to baptize?"

Nishizawa glanced at the elf still sleeping in his arms, "Three days."

Three days!

The elves around took a breath.

The degree of purity of this talent... is almost comparable to the Elf King!

You know, the time for His Majesty Nishizawa to baptize in the baptistery was also three days.

The purity of the talent of the princess...

Thinking of this, the dark elves couldn't help but stay in a daze.

This time the Light Elf King... will not grow wrong leaves, has it grown to their dark elves?

Only with this level of talent can you live in the dark elves for so long without feeling uncomfortable...

Nishizawa's gaze swept over the surrounding dark elves, and said in a low voice, "No matter how high Susu's talent is, it has nothing to do with the Light Elves."

The other dark elves immediately bowed their heads, "Yes!"

After Nishizawa ordered the minister to send government affairs to his bedroom, he returned directly to the bedroom.

With the passage of time, the effect of the potion disappeared little by little.

The power of the dark elves has accelerated the deactivation of the potion.

When Nishizawa returned to the bedroom, the hair tips had changed back to icy silver, and his fair skin had returned to a dark color again, but the pupil was a clear emerald color, and the other was a mysterious dark purple. There is a kind of enchanting grace.

He looked at the elf who was still sleeping in his arms, carefully placed her in the hanging basket next to his bed, and then took out the leaves of the tree of life from his arms and covered the elf's body.

The elf felt it in his sleep, and his little white hand grabbed the leaves covering him, and soon rolled himself into a green leaf roll.

Nishizawa bent his lips.

As the skin color gradually changed back to its original appearance, the scars on Nishizawa's fingers were also revealed.

On the dark skin, the chapped wound looked shocking.

Although the hemostatic potion was sprinkled on it, the power of light that came into contact with it and the power that was not completely transformed in the body continued to clash and collide with the fingers, causing the original hemostatic wound to be torn again, and red blood beads overflowed from the fingertips.

This is when he went to get the leaves of Su Tang's tree of life, he encountered the scars left by the burns of the water in the baptistery.

Nishizawa lowered his eyes indifferently, and there was no emotion on his beautiful and indifferent face, as if the wound was not on him, calmly took out the hemostatic potion, and applied a thin layer of ointment to the fingertips.

This kind of wound burned by the power of light, the potion is not effective, only the potion that uses the power of the moon to fight and clean and heal the wound can work.

If it is an ordinary light power, it is fine.

But what burned him was the light power of the baptistery, and he was still in the baptistery for three days.

After Nishizawa applied the potion, he quietly put away the medicine bottle, the mysterious and deep dark purple pupils were flat.

...

Su Tang felt that she had slept a long time.

When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer sleeping in the hanging basket of leaves.

It was obviously different from the feeling of sleeping in a hanging basket with leaves, it was soft, like sleeping on a bed.

She blinked blankly, sat up from the bed, rubbed her eyes with her little white hands...

Huh?

Although the hands are still fat and white, they are not what they felt when they were babies.

It seems...a little bigger?

And I can sit up.

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