Chapter 162: Elves

The patriarch was silent for a while before he said, "You're right, I'm indeed peeking at your magic weapon. When I was young, I went to the Song Dynasty to seek Taoism for more powerful power, but those famous sects saw that I was from the West and not a pure human being, and when I was discouraged and ready to return, a monster promised to take me as an apprentice to teach me the method of immortality. But later, the Heavenly Palace disappeared, the spiritual power was cut off, and the master was beaten back to the prototype for decades and died of depression. And because of the characteristics of the racial bloodline, I have lived for a hundred more years, and I have the opportunity to get this Mixed Yuan Xuanhuang Zhan, and I have survived to the present with the spiritual power of this magic weapon. It's just that now the spiritual power of the Mixed Yuan Xuanhuang Zhan is about to run out, and I offended Mr. in order to survive, please forgive me. ”

Rebecca also begged: "Please, Mr. Ling, if you have a magic weapon, please save the patriarch grandfather, as long as you want, the Byron family can do anything for you." ”

"Humph! I don't think the Byron family can do what I'm going to do, so I'll stop here today, I thought I could have something more interesting here, but I only burned some gargoyles, and it seems that you guys are really in decline. ”

"Wait, Mr. Ling......"

Rebecca's voice stopped in surprise because Ling Xiao and Yue Qian had disappeared from their original places.

"Ah......" a long sigh filled the room, "Rebecca, come up, I have something important to say to you." ”

In the room on the top floor, Rebecca gently opened the door, and inside there were rows of bookshelves, on which there were countless ancient anthologies and books, which contained enough books and historical value to open a large museum.

Next to the window of this study, an old man draped in a blanket and sitting in a wheelchair looks out into the garden, and in his hand is a wine cup in the style of the ancient Orient.

Rebecca walked up to the old man and whispered, "Grandpa Patriarch, you don't have to worry. I'll find a way to get the magic weapon from Ling Xiao. ”

"No need," the old man looked up, deep wrinkles already covering his face, but the restrained temperament and deep eyes showed that he had once been a very powerful figure. What is striking is that he also has pointed ears that are easy for ordinary people, like ears like legendary elves: "If he has a magic weapon, how can he give it to us easily." And ......"

The old man's voice began to weaken, and he took a deep breath and continued: "The fire that the girl spits out can easily burn the gargoyle to ashes, that is not something that ordinary fire can do, they are very powerful. ”

"But they're in the United States now, in Los Angeles. This is our territory, we can use all the power of our family to snatch their magic weapons, and I also have the Ring of Octavius, which is a ring that allows me to perform magic, and I will definitely snatch it. Rebecca shook the ring on her finger and said firmly.

"Nope. Don't," the old man shook his head, "You are the only descendant of the Byron family recognized by the Ring of Octavius, but your bloodline is too thin to wield the full power of the Ring of Octavius, and you can't even defeat the girl who can breathe fire, let alone the more powerful Ling Xiao." ”

"But ......"

Rebecca wanted to say more, but was stopped by the old man, "My life has reached its last moments, and you will continue to lead the Byron family." We are the last bloodline of the great Elves, a race that has fought against the gods. Even if it has degenerated into a mortal, I want you to hold on to the glory of the elves. ”

"No, Grandpa Patriarch, you won't die, we will definitely think of a way, even if there is no magic weapon. We've got technology, and the Byron family has the most advanced hospital in the world, and they're sure to get you back to health. Rebecca threw herself into the old man's arms and cried.

"Ling Xiao is right, I was originally a damn person, what is there to regret if I can live a few hundred more years." The old man stroked Rebecca's hair and looked at the sky outside, "Rebecca, do you remember the story I told you when you were a child?" In the legends handed down by our elves, the elves actually came from the stars in the sky, where there are beautiful forests and grasslands, dragons and monsters, and countless intelligent races, we elves have the magic that can destroy the world, and our people later participated in the war between gods and gods before falling to the earth. We're not a homeless race, we've just forgotten our way home...... Rebecca! ”

"Huh?"

"Don't trouble Ling Xiao, as an elf who has been in contact with the Dao Fa, Ling Xiao makes me feel afraid, just like the only time I have seen Shizu, Shizu is a real immortal."

The old man's voice gradually became lower, the sunlight shone in through the window, and the wine cup in the old man's hand gradually turned into a puff of smoke.

At this time, Ling Xiao and Yue Qian were driving on the way to Hollywood.

"Hmph, participating in the war between gods and gods will really raise their own value, but they are just a group of cannon fodder who are entrenched."

Hearing Ling Xiao's muttering, Yue Qian asked, "What did you say?" Also, aren't you going to tell me what happened just now, I feel like I've been cheated on by you. ”

"It's not a big deal, it's just that they reminded me of a little thing that happened before." Ling Xiao sat in the co-pilot, looked at Yue Qian who was turning the steering wheel with envy and said, "How about telling me to drive for a while?" ”

"Don't even think about it," Yue Qian decisively refused, "Last time I asked you to drive, you didn't turn right when you saw the oncoming car on the opposite side, and flew directly from the roof of someone's car, and Li Qiang took a photo on the road with an amnestic; And that time, you said that you cut a hole in the wall of someone's shop when you approached the road; Also, there's ......"

"Don't say it, can't I open it?"

Hollywood is a movie city on the outskirts of Los Angeles, and it doesn't take much time to get there. The two of them chatted about some interesting things on the road, and before they knew it, they saw "Hollywood", a symbol of Hollywood.

"Hollywood, I'm coming!" Yue Qian beckoned to the standard through the window, and then stepped on the accelerator and drove faster.

Soon, Ling Xiao and Yue Qian found the large army of Nantianmen Film and Television, and the lineup of 2,000 people was indeed very good, attracting tourists to keep taking pictures. It's just that a few police cars are parked near the team, and Yiwei and Yu Chen are arguing with the police of the United States.

"What's going on? Haven't our show started yet? Ling Xiao, who got out of the car, walked over and asked.

Yi Wei shrugged his shoulders and expressed helplessness: "These Mi police don't ask us to perform here." ”

"Why?"

Seeing that Ling Xiao was the head of this group of Chinese people, a pot-bellied sheriff walked over: "Street performances are not allowed on the streets of Hollywood. ”

"Not allowed?" Ling Xiao pointed to a singer who played the guitar not far away and said, "What is he doing?" ”

"He? He is an artist, and there are more than 2,500 names on the streets of Hollywood who have made outstanding contributions to entertainment, and performing here must be true art, and these people of yours ......" The sheriff said with a disdainful look: "If you are allowed to perform here, it will affect the reputation of Hollywood." (To be continued.) )