Chapter 43: Young Mukong (8)
The memories in your mind are fleeting, you can't catch them, they become more and more vague, it's a very uncomfortable feeling, you can't do anything, you're helpless, you're helpless but you have to accept the facts.
The thumbelf looked at the person in front of him, who was this person? Why is she here, is it that she woke up her long-sleeping self, did not sense the existence of the elements, there is no fluctuation of spiritual power in this person, there is no fluctuation of spiritual power, there are two possibilities, the first is an ordinary person, and the second is a person who is stronger than herself and can hide her strength in front of herself at will.
It prefers the person in front of it to be the former.
If it is the former, it can be guaranteed that at the stage of his amnesia, that person will not dare to act rashly, and if it is the latter, he may be abandoned.
"Human, I am the elf of the elven race, first of all, thank you for waking up me who has been sleeping for a long time, again, I will recognize you as the master, I can help you cultivate, you just need to let me have a place to live, in my sleeve, in my pocket, in my bag, I can accept it, but it is better to have a storage ring." While suffering the pain of losing all his memories, the elf did not change his face and talked to Mu Yunfeng, it was looking for a way back for itself, looking for a shelterer who could ensure that he would not worry about his life.
It is such a pair of eyes that hides a deep loneliness and sadness, which has left a deep imprint on her heart. For some reason, the first time she saw him, she had an extremely strong sense of familiarity, which made her easily let go of her guard and believe in him wholeheartedly. He, will not hurt himself.
"I give you an elemental bonus, and you give me a temporary stay." In the blue pupils, the cold eyes were full of irresistible coercion, whether Mu Yunfeng understood it or not, agreed or disagreed, he had already started his thoughts indifferently.
After the elf finished speaking, he began to lodge on Mu Yunfeng's body as soon as possible, and the mysterious spiritual power appeared violently, the elf danced his wings, his hands were closed, and there were words in his mouth, and then a light flashed into Mu Yunfeng's wrist, and a plum blossom pattern immediately appeared on his wrist, and the plum blossom outlined by a few strokes loomed until he couldn't see clearly.
Mu Yunfeng looked at his wrist, and the elf's voice sounded, "Don't resist, you will regret it, you are my master, you belong to me, so you have to remember my name, my name, Wuxi, don't expose me unintentionally, we are now one, if I die, you die, if I am strong, you will be strong, one will be prosperous, one will be lost, and you must not forget my name!" Otherwise, I'll definitely let you know the consequences! ”
"My name is Wuxi! It's the Witch Creek, the witch of the wizards, the brook of the creek! ”
The pair of ethereal aqua blue pupils reflected in Mu Yunfeng's heart,
The sharp eyes became more and more indifferent, until they were in a trance.
The elf's wings stopped vibrating, it began to fall from the air, Mu Yunfeng stretched out his hand, and caught the elf, the elf was very light, and when he touched it, the plum blossom mark on his left wrist appeared bright, flickered, and then dimmed.
Mu Yunfeng looked at the dying spirit in front of him, and saw at a glance that its body was too weak, no wonder it had to soak in the water.
The water was now gone, nowhere to be found, and the sound of the water droplets in front of him was gone, only the elf and himself were left.
"Wuxi?"