"You...... Who the hell is it? ”

Elu's jade-white hand, which clutched the staff, was empty, and she resisted the urge to crouch down and pick it up again, asking in her most serious and "cold" voice.

Isn't it an evil god coming?

He claimed that the mask did not belong to him, but to him...... Teacher?

Could it be that this mysterious man is a disciple of the evil god?

A lot of thoughts and speculations came out of my heart, and I couldn't hold it down.

But speaking of which, Ai Lu sincerely felt that there were too many shadows of evil gods on the other party, the back just now, the temperament of the moment when she was wearing a mask, the smile—even if she had never seen the smile of the evil god, there was ...... Sound.

I don't know if it's time that makes my memory go wrong, but Eru always feels that the voice of the person in front of her is extremely similar to that of the evil god.

"Probably, because he is his disciple...... That's why there are so many similarities. She thought.

In the cell, Cheng Lin did not answer immediately in the face of the question, but just stretched out his hand like the owner of the room and beckoned, "Please sit down and speak." ”

As he spoke, he sat down on the iron chair of punishment with a faint smell of blood.

As if, this is not a prison full of horrors, but a clean and tidy living room.

Ai Lu hesitated, walked over, sat down on the chair where Grace was sitting before, and asked a little anxiously, "You call him a teacher?" ”

"That's right," Cheng Lin nodded calmly, stroked the mask in his hand, and explained, "This is my teacher's mask, this time I came here to carry out the teacher's will, he said that he wanted me to find you first, and then show you the mask to prove my identity." ”

After saying this, Cheng Lin looked at Ai Lu.

This is, of course, a lie.

It is also a more suitable "identity" that he has thought of in the short waiting time, if it is best to disguise himself as the evil god himself again in order to facilitate his actions, anyway, the aura of the evil god's body is also similar to him, and he can do this with a lot of "evidence", however, after thinking about it carefully, he still vetoed this plan.

Without him, just because the risk is too great.

Judging from the situation of the Elven Royal Court, the timeline of this world has obviously gone back for a long time, and the situation is unclear, and it is very likely that it will be debunked if it is rashly disguised as an evil god.

In the deduction, his procedure has deepened, and there is almost no upper limit to his combat power, so there are no taboos in his actions, but in reality, he can't, and the possibility of being punctured must be considered.

For example, how many "old men" are left who witnessed the miracles of evil gods back then?

Is the remnant of the evil god still enough?

This is all something that needs to be verified urgently, so instead of descending as an evil god deity, it is better to pull the skin of a tiger and descend to the next generation, describing himself as a student who carries a token and arrives in this realm to help the teacher pick up an item left behind in this world...... In this way, there is no risk of being exposed.

Moreover, even if an elf wants to deal with him, he must weigh the gods hidden behind him.

"Gods are like nuclear weapons, and they are the most deterrent when they stand still."

……

When Ai Lu heard this, she didn't react immediately, but looked at the white weird mask in his hand in a daze, was silent for a while, and suddenly spoke: "I...... Can I touch the mask? ”

After a pause, she explained, "I always have to verify the authenticity. ”

"Absolutely." Cheng Lin chuckled and handed over the mask, Ai Lu carefully took it with both hands, and then, her eyes, which had regained clarity, moistened again.

It's it!

That's what it looks like!

Excitedly, Ailu carefully touched the edges of the white mask, her cheeks, the bridge of her nose, the hollow eye sockets, and the center of her eyebrows with the most sensitive fingerprints of her fingertips...... Naturally, she couldn't tell whether it was true or not, she was just pleased to find that the mask perfectly overlapped with the appearance in her memory, and this alone had already made her heart flutter, her expression was confused, and her mind was shaky.

What kind of emotion is that?

It's hard to describe, and if you have to deduct a word from the dictionary, it's probably "nostalgia".

"Thank you."

After stroking for a long time, Ai Lu raised her head again, she had recovered from her nostalgia, and she had gained real calm, she handed the mask back, and then stared at Cheng Lin with a complicated expression, and asked, "You said you came to pick up an item for him?" ”

"Yes."

"What item?"

"Seeds of Life." Cheng Lin said the name without hesitation, paused, and asked rhetorically, "Is it still there?" After all...... It seems that a lot of time has passed. ”

"In! Absolutely! In accordance with God's will, I have led the sacrificial temple to guard it for more than 50,000 days and nights! Eru replied decisively, without even a second of hesitation.

More than 50,000 days and nights......

Cheng Lin subconsciously wanted to calculate how many years had passed, however, the next moment, Ai Lu, who was sitting in front of him, said, "However, I can't give it to you at the moment." ”

"Why?"

"Because, just by relying on a mask, you can't fully prove your identity!" This beautiful and incomprehensible elf girl who has grown is extremely determined at this moment.

"Is that so? So how can it be proven? ”

"More tokens!"

"Okay."

Cheng Lin was not angry at all, the elf girl's clear eyes couldn't hide her emotions, what she said was what she thought, and being able to guard the seed of life so firmly was something to be appreciated from any point of view.

As for the tokens...... Cheng Lin thought for a while, and then he made a decision, only to see him slowly get up, walk to the iron door of the interrogation room, slowly close it, and at the same time said: "There is really another token, it was given to me by the teacher for self-defense, I believe you should be familiar with it." ”

As one of his last notes fell, the iron door closed completely, and the room suddenly went dark, except for a light source on the middle table.

Under Ailu's nervous and expectant gaze, Cheng Lin raised his right hand, stretched out his five fingers, and a palm pattern in the palm of his palm suddenly lit up, and in the initial space, the black banner curled into a ball trembled, flew up, broke through the space barrier, and appeared in Cheng Lin's hand.

"Whoa."

I saw him summon the black flag, and with a slight shake, he saw that a thick black mist spread, like a mist, like a rolling tide, instantly flooding the small room.

In the thick black fog, one hundred and eight "ghosts" screamed and flew out, fluttering in the small room, they screamed, roared, and emitted spiritual fluctuations, and the whole room was rendered like ghosts in an instant.

Ghastly!

Horrible!

Anyone who suddenly falls into this situation will be frightened, however, the elf girl in the moon-white robe is her eyes burst into a dazzling light, her body trembles, her face is red, and her mind is confused, as if she has drunk the strongest and most fragrant wine, and in an instant, she seems to be crazy!

Controlling the battle spirits to fly around, Cheng Lin lightly buckled the iron axis of the black flag, and the pitch-black cloud mist was sucked into the banner again, not a drop remained, and the huge cell returned to calm, only the swaying green fire on the central table showed Fang Cai's unpeace.

Quiescence.

Still silent.

Put away the black flag, and just when Cheng Lin was about to ask if this was enough, he saw Ai Lu open his intoxicated eyes, look at him, be silent for two seconds, and suddenly bow down: "Elf Ai Lu, see the divine messenger!" ”

……

……

In the silent interrogation room, Cheng Lin sat leisurely on the iron chair and watched Ai Lu standing at the other end of the iron fence.

Things went more smoothly than he expected, Cheng Lin had even done it just now, and if he really couldn't do it, he took out the kettle and instant noodles, and used the taste of food to awaken Ai Lu's dusty memory.

Fortunately, it wasn't that much trouble.

The appearance of the war spirit, combined with the mask, as well as Cheng Lin's conversational temperament and language, it is not difficult to identify his identity as a divine envoy.

With this in mind, the rest of the conversation became much more efficient.

Ai Lu naturally has too many questions, but Cheng Lin is not prepared to answer them for her right now...... The main reason is that the environment here is not very suitable, there are priorities, and the secondary reasons are...... For some details, he has not yet made it up......

"Ahem, so, it's been a hundred and fifty years since the teacher left?"

Cheng Lin coughed and asked.

"Yes, thanks to God's salvation, the race has gradually recovered some vitality in the past hundred years." Eru nodded respectfully.

This scene seems to be back in the deduction, back to "back then".

Cheng Lin tried to restrain the "classic actions of the evil god" such as sitting on the chair and crossing Erlang's legs, or knocking on the armrest of the chair with his cheeks, his eyes flickering.

One hundred and fifty years, even though he was mentally prepared, when he heard this number, he still couldn't help but sigh.

Compared to the lifespan of human beings, this number is inevitably a bit long.

According to the history of the earth, go back 150 years.

That year, Mendelev had just created the periodic table and ushered in a new era in chemistry.

In that year, the world-famous Suez Grand Canal was completed and opened to traffic.

That year, Chamberlain and Mahatma Gandhi, the future prime ministers of the empire on which the sun never sets, were born.

That year......

In Cheng Lin's opinion, one hundred and fifty years is already an extremely long history, but in the elven clan, it is just a period of reconstruction, Ai Lufang has grown from an ignorant girl to a blooming flower in front of him.

"Different races with different lifespans probably have different perceptions of time."

Cheng Lin couldn't help but sigh, and then, he quipped:

"When I came, the teacher mentioned you, saying that you were still an ignorant and cute weak elf who fainted at the sight of blood, and now you look ...... It's changed a lot, well, it's the level of magic, and it doesn't seem to have improved much. ”

He closed his hazy eyes and smiled.

When the chief priest of the sacrificial hall heard this, a blush appeared on his beautiful face, probably because he didn't expect the evil god to remember the trivial matter of fainting blood, it was really ...... What a shame......

"Elves are always difficult and slow to cultivate magic because of ......their physique," she retorted unconvinced.

This is true, the elves have a long lifespan, so they are very different from humans in terms of physique.

To take the simplest example, just like reproduction, unlike humans, a strange race that can give birth all year round, the reproduction of elves is often measured in decades.

The menstrual period of a human female lasts for 2-7 days, while the menstrual period of an elven female ...... Lasts for decades!

Just ask you if it's scary or not?!

Scary or not?

Correspondingly, the gap in cultivation is also reflected.

But looking at Ai Lu's appearance in this issue, no matter how you look at it, it seems like she is making a reason for herself......

Looks...... Not.

It's so cute.