The three luxuriously dressed female dark elves also folded their hands respectfully and bowed reverently as they left the banyan tree.

"Amelia, the dark elf god, please bless the little girl to win the man in one fell swoop."

"Amelia, dark elf god, please bless me for finding a good husband."

"Amelia, Dark Elf God, please bless my mother's illness as soon as possible."

The voices of the three female dark elves praying came faintly, and Ling Luo and the cheap dragon both heard it.

"This is the temple?"

Ling Luo's complexion changed slightly.

The red black eyes of the cheap dragon narrowed, and he looked disapproving, and said, "If it's a temple, it's a little small." ”

Ling Luo's beautiful eyes darkened slightly, and she lowered her voice and said, "That Arimia Dark Elf God is probably the god that the Dark Elves believe in and worship. ”

The cheap dragon smacked his lips and wondered, "How can the dragon horn of this emperor exist in the temple of the gods believed in by the dark elves?" ”

Ling Luo also looked puzzled, and said, "This is indeed a bit unreasonable. ”

Although the cheap dragon is a little obscene, the power on his body is the purest and most fiery power of extreme fire, and it cannot be of the dark attribute.

After the three female dark elves finished worshipping the gods, they left with a smile and a smile.

In the blink of an eye, an older dark elf with a white beard also stepped out of the banyan tree, bowed respectfully, and muttered something in his mouth.

"There's no mistake, it's supposed to be the temple." Ling Luo made a judgment and said, "Even if it's not the main temple, it's also a branch temple." ”

As she spoke, she took out some bottles and jars containing medicinal herbs and plasters from the black jade space ring, and spread them out on a relatively flat horizontal root system.

"Xiaoluo, what are you playing with?" The dragon stared curiously at the celadon bottles and small jade plates, and saw that there were some lilac and blue-gray ointments inside.

Ling Luo took out some more tools, fiddled with them intently, and said, "Disguise." ”

When she came out of the inn, she was so anxious that she forgot to bring the silver mask that could hide her breath.

If you rush into the temple this time, you will definitely be besieged by the group of dark elves who have lost their lives.

She has a lot of medicinal materials in stock, some of which have the effect of dyeing, and with a little mixing, she can simulate the skin color of the dark elves.

A quarter of an hour later.

Ling Luo mixed the dye, applied a thin layer on his face, and then tied his hair up high, and the whole person looked extremely energetic.

"Xiao Luo, you want the costume of the dark elves."

The Cheap Dragon dragged a female dark elf who had been knocked unconscious.

Ling Luo nodded.

Let the cheap dragon avoid it, and change clothes with the female dark elf.

The Dark Elves like to wear extremely brightly colored clothing, especially orange, and have an almost paranoid penchant for it.

They like to wear long trousers, long boots, and a close-fitting dress with a ribbon around their waists and a short knife hanging from their waists.

Therefore, the women of the dark elf clan seem to be very spiritual, and all of them are royal sisters.

Ling Luo's figure is relatively tall and his legs are slender, although he is not as obvious as the dark elves, but after dressing up, he still looks quite like that.

What's even more coincidental is that the dark elf knocked out by the cheap dragon seems to be a girl of cardamom age, with a figure about the same as herself, and her boots are also high-heeled.