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"Second, I must use your huge spiritual power to remove the seeds hidden in the depths of their spiritual power. ”

"After all, you're the one who knows them best. When the time comes, I'll find it, you'll take care of the removal, and we'll work together. ”

"And you'd better not tell them I'm involved, as for why, you know. ”

After hearing this, the Pale Mother Tree nodded knowingly and said, "I know. ”

How could she not understand, if the elves knew that their spiritual power had been explored by foreigners, and they didn't want to find a way to force that person back to nature.

As for matters concerning the survival of the entire elven race, the Pale Mother Tree never wasted a single moment.

As soon as Vincent's words fell, she conveyed her orders to the high-level elves who were high enough to receive her long-distance transmission.

And when Vincent saw that the Pale Mother Tree had turned into white light in order to better transmit sound, he knew that what he needed to do now was to meditate and wait.

Vincent, however, had not forgotten that Avella had not yet told him about his crying.

Although he vaguely guessed the general reason, he still had doubts about the matter until he was sure.

So he walked up to Evensy, who pretended to close his eyes, and stretched his face no more than five centimeters from her, his eyes staring at her without blinking, and his nose sniffing at her fragrance like the green grass of the sun.

At this moment, Evancy is like a beautiful woman who is asleep, except for the occasional shallow breath, the rest of the time is motionless, not even the long eyelashes that are curled up.

[I want to see how much you can endure]

Vincent said heartily as he continued to stretch his head forward until the tips of their noses were almost touching, and then he stopped.

Now, Avensie not only sensed the temperature of Vincent's face, but also felt the warm breath exhaled from Vincent's nose, which was constantly pounced on his sensitive lips.

Two red clouds instantly floated on her cheeks, but at this moment, she didn't dare to open her eyes and look directly at Vincent, who was almost face to face with her.

And Vincent, who was originally in a prank mentality, suddenly burst out of his heart with a very inappropriate idea for some reason.

He stared at Avancy's pink lips, wondering if he might come any closer, to taste what it tasted like.

Just as he really seemed to be tempted by some mysterious existence, he tilted his head lightly and slowly probed towards Avensi.

A voice sounded, and Vincent came to his senses completely.

"Are you going to marry him?"

Vincent stepped back as if he had been caught red-handed, and then looked intently at the source of the sound.

It was none other than the one who spoke, it was Vincent who had been leaning on Vincent all the way, following Vincent and his party to the heart of the Mother Tree, and finally pretending to be dead and not leaving the small white-flowered vine here.

At this time, she was wrapped around Evsey's arms, and she didn't know whether she didn't dare to move or didn't want to leave, she just swayed the little white flower, and she couldn't see the slightest desire to leave Avancy.

The other side

After noticing that Vincent was no longer too close to him, Vensie secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly opened his eyes, and quickly untied the vine from his arm, allowing it to move freely.

The moment the vine was untied, it slid down like a flowing liquid, and then bounced up with a whoosh and wrapped around Vincent's right arm.

It doesn't seem that she doesn't want to, but she doesn't dare.

As soon as the vines left, Evensy, who seemed to be prepared, quickly put on another white cloak and quickly put on the hood to hide his face, which was flushed with shame from the vine's words.

She finally turned and stood with her back to Vincent, looking like she wouldn't be seeing Vincent anytime soon.

When Vincent saw Avensie behave like this, and knew that she was not going to tell him the truth at the moment, he quickly turned around and looked at the other acquaintance, "Qgren" Avella.

At this time, Avella was holding a bag of snacks in one hand, and kept pulling out and throwing it into her small mouth with the other, her eyes wide open to watch the development of the situation.

When she saw Vincent turn around and look at herself, she didn't say anything, and she put on a straight face, looking like you were done without saying it clearly.

She was so frightened that she quickly put away her snacks and rushed to Evessie's side and burrowed into her arms.

But curiosity outweighed fear, and she still showed half of her little face without giving up, and used one big eye to secretly observe Vincent's side.

In the end, Vincent still couldn't get an answer from the two, he only raised his right hand helplessly and asked the little white flower that was parallel to his gaze: "What about you, do you know?"

"I don't know. ”

The vine nodded wildly as it spoke.

In this regard, Vincent could only shake his head and stop asking, he personally still very much wanted to hear it from Avinsi, by her personally.

However, Vincent, who felt that he was idle now, suddenly had a thought, and he especially wanted to know the origin of this little white flower.

He sat cross-legged and spun his arms curiously, taking a closer look at the vines.

The result was not what he expected, and he only observed with a pair of eyes, except for counting the number of petals and stamens of the little white flower, he couldn't see any difference between her and ordinary vines.

So he asked with a serious expression, "What are you?"

After hearing Vincent's words, perhaps knowing that he could no longer hide it, the vines slid down the slowly Vincent arm.

Then she glowed with a soft pink glow all over her body, as if she was recovering her true form.

It wasn't until a full five seconds had passed that the pink light suddenly vanished, revealing the true form of the vines shrouded in light.

And Vincent and Avella couldn't help but open their mouths slightly to show their surprise when they saw the vine's true body.

The two of them did this because the original vines were gone.

She shrunk into a ball and became a hemispherical object about thirty centimeters in diameter.

She is hyalurized pink all over and is in a semi-congealed state.

At this moment, she is holding a small pink bow, bouncing on the ground.

Vincent involuntarily stretched out his hands and carefully lifted her from the ground, lest she run through his fingers.

He held the pink soft body that had been motionless since he picked it up, trying to restrain his urge to knead.

"Is this a slime?"

Suddenly, a childish voice rang out in Vincent's ears, immediately bringing him back to his senses.

He turned his head and looked at the person, and sure enough, it was Avella.

At this time, Avella was looking at the pink soft body with a curious expression, and her little face was full of eagerness.

She stretched out her little finger and probed forward from time to time, looking like she wanted to poke at the pink soft body.

Perhaps seeing what Avella wanted to do, the same sound as the vine came from the pink soft body as the bow flicked left and right.

"Okay, I'm not afraid of pain. ”

She first allowed Avella to touch her in a brisk voice, then continued, "But I'm not a slime, at least not an ordinary slime. ”

The tone of the latter passage was very frustrating, and Vincent could tell that she didn't like being called a slime.