"What does the patriarch mean by this, he is kind enough to help them, but with this attitude towards us, we will not help in the future!" Qian Mo looked at the back of the patriarch, was very angry, and shouted there. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You have to put yourself in his shoes, he definitely doesn't want his people to be slaves to others." I persuaded Qianmo.

"What's wrong with that, don't we all recognize you as Lord? Simba is still a mythical beast, don't you feel bad?" Qianmo, who has no concept of master and servant, still doesn't understand the patriarch.

"Everyone's thinking is different, so don't worry about it." Simba persuaded Qianmo, feeling that it was very open.

At night, none of us took the patriarch's affairs to heart, and had a good night's sleep, and the next morning I led Qianmo to face the rising sun and concentrate on cultivating, Simba lay lazily in the yard to bask in the sun, and the tiger head and tiger brain were bored to flutter butterflies there.

The patriarch came knocking on the door with more than twenty young elves, and Simba looked at me and asked me, "Do you want to open the door for them?" Do you want to mind their business?"

"Let's go, we ate so many colorful fruits and drank other people's fairy spring water, we have to repay this favor." I replied to it.

Simba retracted his consciousness and nodded at the tiger, who ran over and opened the door. I took the work, stood up, and greeted him.

Today, the patriarch may have thought about it, and his words were full of joy, without a trace of disobedience: "Yesterday I thought it was bad, in fact, you are also kind." Now I'm sending them over and I hope you can take them out. ”

"Will they all confess me as Lord?" I checked with the patriarch again.

Qian Mo stared at the elves closely, hoping to see a hint of reluctance on their faces.

"We want to confess you as Lord!" The elves knelt down and said in unison.

I nodded. Simba said to me with his divine sense, "This time I will preside over and let them sign a soul contract with you!"

"Why?" I was a bit surprised by Simba's decision.

"Listen to me." Simba replied unquestionably.

"Alright! Listen to you!" I'm sure Simba is definitely doing it for my good.

Recovering my senses, I said to the patriarch, "Since they have agreed to recognize me as the Lord, now Simba will preside over it, and I will sign a soul contract with them."

The patriarch's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he asked, "Isn't it okay to have an ordinary master-servant contract?"

I nodded.

The patriarch sighed helplessly, and said to those elves: "Okay, if you are willing to sign a soul contract, stay and go home if you are unwilling!"

Some hesitated, some watched, and after a while three or four elves came out and said, "I want to go home."

The patriarch waved their hand and let them go.

"Is there anything else you want to leave?" The patriarch asked in a loud voice again.

No one came out again. They looked at the patriarch with a firm attitude.

"What kind of people do they want to go out to find, for these people, they are willing to accept such difficult conditions." I had a secret suspicion in my heart.

"What do you want?" Qian Mo was stunned when he saw me and pulled my hand.

"Oh, nothing, I was just thinking about what to eat after so many elves were brought out?" I didn't want Qianmo to know my worries, so I changed the subject.

"That's right," Qian Mo felt embarrassed.

"Patriarch, what do these elves eat?" I really couldn't think of it, so Qian Mo asked the patriarch directly.

"They eat the dew on the grass every morning when the sun rises. They don't have to worry about you, they'll go out and find food on their own. The patriarch was afraid that we would regret it, so he hurriedly explained.

"Well, it's pretty good." I nodded, "What will they do?" I asked the patriarch again.

"Collecting honey, planting flowers, planting grass, anything." The patriarch was afraid that I wouldn't believe it, so he nodded very affirmatively.

"Okay, don't ask, sign the contract soon, let's go." Simba was a little anxious to wait.

Under Simba's auspices, I skillfully pulled out a trace of divine consciousness and intertwined it with the divine consciousness of the sixteen elves, and Simba typed sixteen signatures and stamped them on the divine consciousness of the sixteen elves. Then let me and the elves take our respective senses back.

I probed the minds of these elves and felt that their hearts were quite pure, which reassured me a lot.

I took out the miniature walnuts and said "Close" to the elves, and the elves were gone.

The patriarch looked at my hand and worried, "Are they all alright?"

"Don't worry, this is my spiritual planting space, and they're fine in it now." In fact, I didn't have time to look at the situation inside, so in order to comfort the patriarch, I had to fool him first.

The patriarch took out a space bag and handed it to me: "Thank you for helping us water spirits, there are fifty colorful fruits here, I hope you will accept them, please treat our sixteen clansmen well when you go out."

For the sake of Patriarch An's heart, I didn't say anything polite to him, and accepted the colorful fruit very happily.

Put away our jasper hairpin artifact, and we set off to find the 10,000-year-old peach forest.

According to the direction guided by the Golden Dragon King, we walked more than 200 miles, and we didn't see the 10,000-year-old peach forest he said, let alone the divine spring water.

"Is the Golden Dragon King fooling us?" I muttered to myself with great skepticism.

"No, let's look for it again." Simba still believes in the Golden Dragon King.

"Release the elves and let's find them together," Qian Mo said.

Five of us plus sixteen elves, from morning to evening, we searched all the places around for fifty or sixty miles, and we did not see a single peach tree.

"Alas, we let the Golden Dragon King fool, rest here for the night, and go out of the forest tomorrow," I said dejectedly.

"You can sleep on my back tonight, and I will keep vigil for you with Tiger Brain." Simba changed the subject and said.

At night, I put the elves into the spirit plant space, lay on Simba's plush back, looked up at the stars in the sky, and my mood suddenly broadened, and I thought to myself: "I didn't find the peach forest, it seems that we are not destined people, it is not our thing, I don't need to worry about it at all."

Pillowing on the fluffy lion hair, I gradually fell asleep as Simba's breathing rose and fell.

In the morning, when the sky was slightly bright, I released the elves and asked them to find food on their own. I picked up the grass along the woods, and alas, there were no fish, and the shrimp were dealt with.

When I picked near a tree with a crooked neck, I noticed something shiny near the root of the tree, and when I looked closer, it was gone. Take two steps back and see again.

"What could it be?" My curiosity was aroused, but I didn't dare to act rashly alone. I used my mind to speak to Simba and Qianmo, and when they arrived, I stood in a position where I could see the shiny thing, and instructed Simba to go under the tree to help me find it.

"Simba, you go a little to the left, um, a little more to the right, yes, look down for anything?" The silence of the morning in the deep forest was filled with my shouts.

"I don't have anything under my hands." Simba looked at me with a blank expression. Don't move, just stand there, I'll look for it. "I asked Simba to help me find a location, then I found a stick nearby and dug it up, but I dug down more than a meter and still didn't see anything.

Hell, I retreated to the place where I had just seen and looked at the tree, and the shiny thing was floating on top of the pit I had dug.

What's going on? I asked Simba to stand in my place and look under the tree, and he couldn't see anything.