At the same time as the height fell down, the emptiness that there was nowhere to focus around came to my heart. [No pop-ups.]

Luo Lan's expression was extremely calm, he grabbed the little winged demon with one hand and didn't let go, and with the other hand, he immediately ripped off the priest's robe on his body, grabbed one and threw it upwards with all his might, and when the momentum was about to run out, the head of the ice blade poked out from the edge of the cliff and opened his mouth to catch it.

There was a huge pulling force from his arm, and his body sank heavily, and the downward gravity drove his whole body to shake in the air a few times.

A few small pebbles tumbled down with mud and grass clippings, and fell into the bottomless ravine below.

The ravine is so deep that anyone in this situation will think of the words "broken bones".

Luo Lan stabilized his breathing, twisted a few times with his waist with that force, shook his body like a swing, and then struggled to flip up, and the whole person rose into the air.

"Click!"

After a clean tumble in the air, he was once again firmly on the ground.

He lifted the little wing demon in his hand in front of him, and the latter screamed nervously.

Luo Lan frowned and said coldly: "Don't make noise, otherwise I will throw you down." ”

This sapient being, which could understand human language, immediately trembled with fear, and its big bulging eyes were full of fear.

Luo Lan reached out and struck the back of the little winged demon's head lightly, knocking it unconscious, and then unceremoniously took the bag and took out the parchment book. He turned around and flipped a few pages in his hand with his back to the mountain wind blowing from above, only to find that there was not a trace of handwriting on the book, except for the insignia on the top few pages with the skull holy sword.

It's a blank parchment.

He checked it several times, and was sure that it was not written with an invisibility potion, nor had it been spelled, and, judging by the color and binding of the sheepskin, it had managed to conceal it. But that superficial approach still reveals that the production of this book must have taken no more than a month so far.

This result made him puzzled, could it be that he was chasing this useless thing with all his might?

After thinking for a moment, he took out a set of priest's robes from the spatial ring and put them on. Ordered Ice Blade to hide in the forest, and walked back the way he came.

Not long after leaving, Xi Jiesi's figure appeared in her eyes, and when she saw that Luo Lan was safe and sound. The condensed face eased slightly, and the worry in his eyes gradually turned into a trace of relief and joy.

Behind her, Devany and a young handsome man walked out, and Luo Lan narrowed his eyes slightly. Just from the pointed ears and pale white skin, it can be seen that he is a rare elf on the continent.

The elf's clothes were all woven of bright feathers, and there were countless ornate ornaments hanging from them. It complements his green hair. It is very striking from a distance. He held a short wooden staff in his hand, and his overly smooth face was smug and proud. The silver-gray pupils poured a hostile and vigilant gaze on Luo Landi without hesitation.

And he was on his shoulders. There was a small winged demon standing exactly like Luo Lan's hand.

Luo Lan's mind was racing, and he immediately guessed the truth of the matter.

The two sides walked in slowly, Devany smiled apologetically at Luo Lan, and was about to speak, but the elf shouted first, pointed at the unconscious little winged demon, and said, "Hey, you guy, let my friend go!

Xi Jiesi took a step forward, her hand on the hilt of the sword, as long as Luo Lan gave an order, she would not hesitate to draw the sword and teach the other party a lesson.

Luo Lan raised his eyebrows, turned to Devonie and said, "Your Excellency, who is he?" He pointed to the little winged demon on the other party's shoulder and said, "What's going on?"

"I repeat, let my friend go!" cried the elf, jumping up from the spot, as if there was not the slightest sense that the elves should remain reserved and noble, and the shrill sound in his throat could almost startle the birds that roost in the woods.

Devany glanced at the elf helplessly, showed a wry smile, and said, "Pastor Langton, I'm very sorry, this is the monk I mentioned to you about our monks who live in seclusion here - Flosanders, he is a purple-feathered druid......"

"Hey, I said Devany, how can you casually reveal my mysterious identity to a stranger?" The elf shouted dissatisfiedly, he glared at Luo Lan, slapped his forehead again, and wailed: "Oh my God, you actually told him about our monks' society, can't you see how dangerous he is" He leaned forward and sniffed at Luo Lan's body a few times, nodded affirmatively, and said, "Very dangerous!"

Luo Lan unconsciously touched the dagger in his sleeve, and there was a little coldness in his eyes.

Daphne ignored the elf's exaggerated words, she glanced at Luo Lan, and said softly, "Priest Langton once helped me fight off the necromancer, he is a trustworthy person, besides, Florsanders, do you think a priest with a paladin to follow him would be the kind of person you suspect?"

Unconvinced, the elf tilted his head to the side and let out a few small mutters.

Devany turned to Luo Lan and explained softly: "Flosanders is only in his eighties, and he is only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy according to our human age, please forgive him for his offense, as for the incident just now, because Flosanders lives alone in the forest all the year round, and has a certain degree of vigilance against strangers, he thinks that I and I have been coerced by you, so there is such a misunderstanding." ”

Florsanders muttered a few words, this time in a peculiar language, but it seemed clear that it was a protest against his age.

Luo Lan couldn't help but glance at him, he knew that the druids who believed in the god of nature were divided into several levels, such as crystal feather, white feather, blue feather, purple feather, and ink feather, and now this elf was only in his eighties and had reached the level of purple feather, which was already quite remarkable. He nodded, and lowered the little wing demon to the ground. Laughed and said, "Do I look like I'm coercing you?"

It must not be the first time that Devany has learned this kind of mischievous behavior, and she sighed slightly, as if there was nothing she could do.

Flosanders picked up the little wing demon with a distressed face, and found that he only fainted after checking, so he was greatly relieved, he pulled one of his eye sockets with his index finger and made a grimace at Luo Lan, and said with a smile: "That's because I think you are very dangerous, I doubt your intentions, as soon as I see you, I feel that your ghostly actions tell me that you must have some purpose." So I asked my friend to snatch the book away so that I could lure you away," he wrinkled his nose in anguish, and sighed in a low voice, "It's a pity that Daphne always thinks you're a good person." ”

Can't get along with this guy for too long, Luo Lan instinctively felt that this elf was a big trouble, he shook the book in his hand, and said, "So, this is also your thing." ”

"Yes," said Florsanders, laughing, his bright feathers shaking with his, "I usually live in a tree nest, and the wooden house here is just a place to hide from the public. This book is just my bait, and if one day a guy from the Council of the Dead finds this book, he will definitely think that he has found what he is looking for, haha......" The more he talked, the happier he became, as if he was very proud of his cleverness.

Devany shook her head, looked at Luo Lan with beautiful eyes, and said softly: "Priest Lanton, we already have some eyebrows, the Council of the Dead will definitely make some moves, if you are willing to help us as you said, I sincerely invite you to join." ”

Flosanders jumped on the spot and shouted, "Devonie, haven't you already invited that nasty guy to come?" He pointed at Luo Lan and said, "Why are you looking for him?" He squinted at Luo Lan, as if he didn't think the word hate was enough to describe the latter.

Devany soothed him like an elder, "The Council of the Dead is very powerful, and we don't know how many of their masters have come to Sedaon. One more boost now is one more chance of winning. ”

Frosandros pouted, he suddenly came to Luo Lan's ear, and said mysteriously: "You know, you are faster than a thief." ”

Looking at that serious face, Luo Lan said with an unchanged expression: "I used to be a swordsman. ”

Florsanders scratched his head and wondered, "Is the swordsman fast?"

Luo Lan smiled and said lightly: "Maybe it's because I didn't wear armor." ”

Flosanders showed a look of sudden realization, then shook his head again, stared at Luo Lan's face and said very bluntly: "I still can't trust you." He touched Luo Lan's elbow and whispered, "Do you know why, because I was talking nonsense just now, and I don't know how fast the thief is, hehe, in fact, you don't need to defend at all." ”

Luo Lan didn't have the slightest flaw on his face, smiled indifferently, and said, "That's just your opinion, and I don't want to cause misunderstandings and contradictions between us." ”

Beneath his calm exterior, he was already secretly thinking about whether to find an opportunity to kill this nonsense guy.

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