From that day on, the elves focused their activities around the nine-colored flowers, and they also had to perform routine rituals every day. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The voice of the mountain spirit also appeared every day, chatting with the elves, chatting with the nine-colored flowers, although the nine-colored flowers never transmitted any information back, but the mountain spirits were still happy to communicate with it. The spirit of the mountain behaves like a pregnant mother who always communicates with the child in her womb.

At the same time, the nine-colored flowers grew bigger and bigger, and the longer they grew, the brighter they became, but the closed petals never opened.

It's just that the good days ended on the day of the bombing of the mountain, and the elves were powerless to stop it, they didn't cultivate, and their bodies were small. If it weren't for the fact that ordinary people couldn't see or touch them, I'm afraid that they would have been extinct long ago.

"Boom, boom." The sound came one after another, and one side of the mountain was blown up.

Fortunately, the nine-colored flowers are on the other side, safe and sound.

The elves retreated in time and were fine.

Only the mountain spirits seemed to fall silent, not appearing for days.

During this time, the elves with limited IQ did not notice that the nine-colored flowers they cared for began to change.

Only the three who watched attentively saw it.

"Why are these nine-colored flowers so lifeless?" The little sister of the Hu family squatted in front of the nine-colored flowers, looked left and right. I couldn't help but poke it with my hand, but I passed through it without accident.

Indeed, the leaves of the nine-colored flowers have begun to take on a dull yellow, slightly curly and drooping.

The elf version of Zhu Chuer, who was dancing happily in front of the nine-colored flowers, said: "It should be the spirit of the mountain that has an accident, after all, it is a mountain bomb, and it will hurt the roots." It seems that I remember that there is a literature that says that the elf king was conceived by the spirit of the mountain, and the gestation period is all dependent on the spirit of the mountain. The nine-colored flowers are in their current state, which should be caused by a lack of nutrients, and the mountain spirit has no way to supply them. "The Zhu family has a long history and a deep heritage. Something that others don't know can be found in family accumulation or recorded literature. Zhu Chuer naturally knew more than others, so he explained to the Hu family sisters.

Sure enough, a few days later, Zhu Chuer heard a voice from the spirit of the mountain.

"Kids."

"Grandpa." "Grandpa." Cheers of joy came from all directions.

"Children, grandpa needs your help, can you help grandpa?"

"Okay, of course we do." One of the elves was pushed out to speak on their behalf.

"Good children, can you protect the unborn elf king for grandpa?"

"Good. Grandpa rest assured. ”

"If Grandpa is gone, you will take the Elf King to live in another mountain, okay?"

"Why isn't Grandpa here?" "Is Grandpa going to abandon us?" Suddenly, everyone was in a mess, and they opened their mouths.

"Be quiet, how could Grandpa abandon you, Grandpa is the same as Kaka."

Kaka is a pokew that has died before, and the elves believe that after death, they will become a grass, a tree, and so on, and then live in another way.

So they didn't resist death very much. When I heard my grandfather say that it was the same as Kaka, I was relieved, but I was a little sad.

After the elves were calmed down, the mountain spirit said to the nine-colored flowers, "Son, you must live well." ”

The nine-colored flowers, as always, did not react.

The Hu family sisters who couldn't understand the communication between the elves and the mountain spirits were like watching another silent movie, first seeing the elves laughing, then an elf was pushed out, and then it was chaotic and sad.

The eldest sister of the Hu family couldn't help but ask, "What happened?" ”

"Yes. The spirit of the mountain may be dying. Zhu Chuer, the only one who could hear the voice of the mountain spirit, replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, the elf version of Zhu Chuer felt a burst of life force from this mountain to the nine-colored flower. Because enlightenment is the way of life, Zhu Chuer's sense of this is particularly sensitive.

"It turned out to be life for life! The spirit of the mountain was injured, and it was no longer possible to conceive a successful elf king. Giving birth to the Elf King can only be done by the mountain spirits in their heyday. For the sake of the elf king, the mountain spirit can only give his life to the elf king. Zhu Chuer sighed.

The nine-colored flowers, which are directly beneficial, also sensed that the vitality of the mountain spirit was turning towards them. The nine-colored flowers, which had not responded to the spirit of the mountain, began to shake their leaves, and the more they teleported, the more they swayed, as if they were resisting.

The Spirit of the Mountain stopped teleporting and reassured, "Don't worry, child, I'm tired of being alive and I've seen enough. But you're different, you haven't seen the world, you haven't felt it. It's a pity I can't see you anymore, I'm sure you must be a pretty and clever little elf. ”

The nine-colored flowers, which had no way to transmit sound, could only shake their own leaves.

The spirit of the mountain then said, "Don't be sad, don't be sad. I only hope that you can live well, live happily, and take my share with you. ”

After the mountain spirit finished speaking, he transmitted all the life force to the nine-colored flowers.

At that moment, the nine-colored flowers burst out with a show-off light.

The elves on the entire mountain all bowed respectfully in the direction of the nine-colored flowers.

Their king is about to be born.

The nine-colored flowers finally bloomed, revealing the elf king with his eyes closed in the middle.

This little elf king has delicate facial features, and the eyebrows are a little red, which is very good-looking.

After a few breaths, the elf king finally opened his eyes, golden pupils, and his eyes were filled with sadness, despair, and hatred.

"Mom, I've just been born, how can I see the murderous aura in the eyes of the little elf king?" The eldest sister of the Hu family, who was visiting the birth of the rare elf king, scratched her head.

"I heard that the IQ of the elf king is super high. There is also a joke that the elves gave all the IQ of the whole clan to the elf king. Now it seems that the elf king can already understand other people's words while he is still in the flowers, and he has learned a lot and understood a lot of things. The spirit of the mountain will die because the mountain is blown up, and the elf king will go to take revenge. There was the bad luck of the black-hearted boss. The little sister of the Hu family calmly analyzed.

"Well, that's what you said. The kindness of the mountain spirit to the elf king is too great, and the meaning is not the same. The Elf King turned all his hatred on those people, especially the boss. The eldest sister of the Hu family answered.

As expected, the elf king, who had only been born for a few days, did a good job of resettlement here, and said goodbye to the reluctant elves and went to take revenge. It's just that they come back every 9 days to worship the spirit of the mountain.

"Get out."

Zhu Junjun's second class retired from the elf recollection.

The eldest sister of the Hu family snapped her fingers and woke up the elf holding the lollipop.

The elf said shyly, "Thank you." ”

The little sister of the Hu family touched its head and said, "No thanks, this is what you deserve." Go back, or your friends will be in a hurry. And in the future, don't let a stranger give him a candy and go with him, maybe you meet a bad person. ”

Let the elves go, and the three of them will begin the operation of capturing the elf king.