After the female assassin turmoil, Yang Ling returned to the elf tribe and fell asleep. Although I know that Sophia has a misunderstanding, this kind of thing keeps cutting and making it more messy. Not only is it unclear for a while, but I'm afraid it's getting darker and darker, so it's better to go with the flow for the time being.

Although he couldn't find a way to go back for a while, Yang Ling understood that instead of complaining all day long, it was better to find ways to adapt.

Life is like a strong annihilation, since you can't break free, it's better to enjoy it quietly. In a blur, Yang Ling remembered a classic he saw on the Internet many years ago.

Although Yang Ling was a little surprised that Imia hired an assassin to assassinate him, he was not always scared. After all, if you can hide from the first year of junior high school, you can't hide from the fifteenth, and sooner or later you will come, and quickly improving your strength is the king. It's like hunting in the forest, you never know when you're going to encounter any beasts, and only a skilled hunter can survive the raids and sneak attacks.

Sophia is very beautiful, and it seems that the female assassin is also good-looking!

In the haze, Yang Ling remembered Sophia's big eyes and the waist of the water snake that could be held by Yingying, and then the picture turned around, and he remembered the cold and pretty face of the female assassin.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Ling vaguely heard a burst of ethereal singing. In the sound of the forest sea, it was faint, as if a girl was whispering, and it was like the inaudible murmur of a priest praying.

After listening intently for a while, Yang Ling quietly walked out along the song. Stepping on the dew-stained mezzaise, I crossed a crystal clear stream and came to a broadleaf pine forest with the sound of waves.

Under a towering ancient tree, Sophia, dressed in white, walked around the ancient tree barefoot, muttering something softly in the ancient elven language. It was like singing the folk songs of the elf tribe in a whisper, and it was like pouring out something to the ancient tree, with tears in his eyes, and every time he turned around, he shed a few crystal tears.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or an illusion, Yang Ling felt that every time Sophia shed a tear, the branches and leaves on the ancient tree sounded 'la-la-la', which seemed to echo Sophia.

"Sophia!" Looking at the elf girl I saw pitiful, looking at the sad tears on her face, Yang Ling couldn't help but whisper.

"Yang Ling, you, why are you here?" After wiping the tears from her face in embarrassment, Sophia quickly stopped her light steps, her face flushed.

"I just dreamed of a big beauty, and I heard your singing!" Yang Ling smiled, strode over, and sat down beside Sophia, "Well, beautiful elf girl, you ruined my sweet dream." Tell me, how can I compensate for my losses?"

"I'll lose your head!" Seeing Yang Ling making another joke about herself, Sophia's face was flushed, and after hesitating for a moment, she mustered up the courage to ask softly: "You don't go to accompany the girl you are dating, what are you doing running out in the middle of the night?"

Appointment?

Looking at the tears on Sophia's face, Yang Ling vaguely understood something, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Sophia, that woman is an assassin, I almost died at her hands at the time, where did I get a date?"

"Hmph, you humans are like that, every man is more attentive than Hausma!" Sophia's eyes turned red, obviously not believing Yang Ling's nonsense. Legend has it that the human aristocratic man was so graceful that she often held a plate of sarro pork in her hand and looked at the salmon in the pot. It seems that it is true.

It's easier to believe a lie than the truth, and it seems that a different world is still no different.

After shaking his head again and smiling bitterly, Yang Ling understood that if he continued to talk about it, it would only get darker and darker, so he quickly changed the topic, "If this tree has a spirit surname, I'm afraid that it keeps turning like you, and if you don't get dizzy, he will get dizzy!"

"Stunned you!" Sophia smirked and said, "This is the oldest tree in our tribe, and it is said to be more than 8,000 years old. Although it can't cultivate a deadwood guard, the spirit surname is the highest, and it can understand what I say!"

An ancient tree with a spiritual surname?

Seeing that Sophia was sticking to the ancient tree as she spoke, Yang Ling also gently pasted it on a whim. Suddenly, an indescribable wave came from the trunk of the tree surrounded by more than a dozen people, and it shook regularly with his heartbeat, as if he was saying something.

Old trees become fine?

Thinking of the story of Liaozhai that he had read when he was a child, Yang Ling's heart moved, mysterious witchcraft can domesticate demonic beasts, and maybe it will also have an effect on some mountain spirit tree demon.

Under the ghost's divine request, Yang Ling bit the index finger of his right hand and pressed it gently, and in an instant, the wound seemed to have touched a bottomless pit, and blood and magic power gushed out like the Yellow River lacking an embankment.

"Ah, Yang Ling, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Yang Ling was suddenly trembling and his face was colorless, Sophia screamed. However, just as she was about to step forward to help Yang Ling, she saw him snort and grab a handful of blood-red beads from his arms and swallow them. Immediately after, the towering ancient tree surrounded by more than a dozen people disappeared with a 'whoo'.

In a daze, Yang Ling once again unconsciously came to the mysterious space where the Wu Pagoda was located. I saw that in front of the towering Wu Tower, there was a big tree surrounded by more than a dozen people at some point, and many horned bee beasts and evil eyes were circling around. Some climbed all the way up the trunk, some comfortably leaned against the branches.

The branches of the big tree were lush and green, and for some reason, Yang Ling always had a familiar feeling, and walked over and gently touched the huge trunk. Soon, there was an unspeakable ripple on the trunk of the tree, and he tried to express something to him.

Before Yang Ling could carefully comprehend the fluctuations, suddenly, his head was cold, and his consciousness slowly withdrew from the mysterious space. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the elven elder had rushed over at some point, and the staff in his hand emitted a faint green light, as if he had just cast some spell.

"Yang Ling, are you okay!" Seeing Yang Ling open his eyes, Sophia finally breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't understand how the towering ancient tree could disappear in the blink of an eye, and she couldn't understand why Yang Ling suddenly became unconscious, so she hurriedly went back to inform her grandfather in a panic.

Seeing that there was only a big pit left in the location of the towering ancient tree, and then thinking about the big tree he saw in the mysterious space, Yang Ling's heart moved, and he subconsciously pinched a handprint. In the blink of an eye, a deadwood guard who was more than twenty meters tall and held a giant mace appeared in front of him.

"Lablock see the master!" Just when everyone was shocked, the Deadwood Guard knelt in front of Yang Ling with a 'snap', raising a large cloud of dust, and the thunderous sound almost broke everyone's eardrums.

Unlike the deadwood guards summoned by Sophia, there were many green shoots growing on the big wood in front of Yang Ling, and his eyes the size of watermelons were bright. Coupled with the muscles that bulge high like basalt, it looks extremely tough.

"Oh my God, there is a dead tree warrior with the surname Ling!" After the accident, the elf elder pointed at Yang Ling and shouted, "Yang Ling, you, you are a tree shepherd?"

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