Unfortunately, this little thing is too vigilant and has disappeared without a trace.
Zhuge walked towards the dark fog before dawn, and he wanted to see if he could find his way to the outside world.
A few miles out, Zhuge suddenly saw that the elf was haunting behind him again, peeping at him from a distance.
"Why does it always follow me?" Zhuge didn’t doubt Brightheart, but he didn’t disturb the little thing and moved on.
In the meantime, Zhuge Liang met several undead creatures, but the little thing behind him always appeared in a hurry to help Zhuge Liang solve the trouble.
"It saves me? Do I have anything to attract it? " Zhuge didn’t think about it, but he subconsciously thought about the black brick, but when he thought about it, he dismissed the idea.
It didn’t take long to walk, but Zhuge Liang was used to being followed by such a little thing. It was like a maze in the black fog, but the elf could always clearly perceive Zhuge Liang’s position. Gradually, the elf seems to have overcome his fear, and perhaps he knows that Zhuge Liang will not do anything to him, and the distance between him and Zhuge Liang is getting tighter and tighter.
Three days later, Zhuge Liang still didn’t find his way back, and he was lost. He didn’t know where he was.
When the blue light flashed, the elf appeared 50 meters away from Zhuge’s dim light and looked at him from a distance.
Zhuge Liang smiled and sat cross-legged. Without this elf to protect himself, Zhuge Liang did not mind practicing. The faint white light fills the air outside the body, setting off Zhuge’s unlit holiness, making his skin crystal clear and his precious light flashing.
At this time, the lovely elf approached again, gave a immature "squeak" sound, and looked at Zhuge curiously. When the blue light flashed, the elf came to the place where Zhuge was not bright ten meters away, turned around him several times, and then approached carefully.
The little thing was very cautious. After making sure that there was no danger, the elf came to Zhuge’s unlit side and carefully gathered in front of Zhuge. Zhuge in practice is not bright and covered by white light, and a little bit of essence of heaven and earth overflows out of the body. The elf seemed to enjoy it, with a faint blue light flashing on his body, and his childish face was intoxicated. He sat down snuggling up to Zhuge.
At this time, Zhuge suddenly opened his eyes before dawn, and the elf seemed to be frightened. A whoosh appeared ten meters away.
Zhuge couldn’t help but feel funny when it wasn’t bright. He waved at the elf.
After a few days of getting along, the elf seemed to know that Zhuge would not hurt it if he was not bright, and slowly gathered in front of Zhuge, with a pair of big eyes that were humanized and looked cute and charming.
"Can you understand me?" Zhuge asked without light.
The elf blinked his clever eyes, full of blurred colors.
"Are you a sword spirit?" Zhuge not bright tentative asked again.
The little guy’s big eyes twinkled, only to see it floating in mid-air, and the blue light flashed, turning it into a glittering and translucent flying sword, but it was only a foot long and had no cold breath, just like a superb handicraft, crystal clear.
"It seems that it is really a sword spirit." Zhuge’s lack of bright eyes reveals a little joy.
The blue light flashed and the little thing turned into a child again.
In order to test why this lovely elf followed him, Zhuge Liang took out several flying swords and handed them to the elf. If it is really a sword spirit, it will surely have a special induction for flying swords.
Unexpectedly, after seeing the flying sword, the elf showed a disdain for humanity, and seemed to despise a few ordinary things in Zhuge’s hands at all.
Zhuge took back his flying sword before dawn, summoned the black brick and handed it to the elf again. Zhuge Liang doubted for a long time that this elf would follow him, perhaps for the sake of this black brick, just like those undead creatures.
Unfortunately, however, when the elf saw the black brick, he was also puzzled. The little thing gently touches the brick with his hand, and his eyes are blurred.
It seems that the estimation is wrong, Zhuge thought to himself.
At this time, the elf suddenly pointed to Zhuge, pointed to himself, and looked at him with big eyes.
Zhuge didn’t know anything about it until he was bright, and he couldn’t understand what this little thing was saying.
"Squeak ~ ~" The little guy seems to be in a hurry, pointing to Zhuge again, pointing to himself, and then pointing to the unknown direction in the black fog.
"Well …" Zhuge was speechless, he had never learned sign language.
"Sou ~ ~ ~" The elf flew with great speed, and Guanghua flashed in the distance, and then looked intently at Zhuge.
Zhuge not bright eyebrows a wrinkly, andao is this little thing to take me to where? Or does it know how to get out?
At present, Zhuge got up before dawn and walked towards the elf. He really guessed right, and when Zhuge followed him before dawn, the little guy showed a happy face, which turned into a blue flying sword and floated away in the black fog. Soon, just a flash, it appeared in a place more than ten meters away.
In order to keep up with it, Zhuge stepped on the reverse empty step, but even so, he still had a distance from the little thing.
The little guy seems to be very familiar with this place. He turned left and right with Zhuge not bright all the way, but he didn’t meet an immortal creature. I don’t know how many miles I’ve walked out of, but Zhuge doesn’t feel right more and more. Although this area has also been shrouded in black fog, it’s a little weird and unpredictable.
"No, it’s forbidden here!" Zhuge’s keen knowledge of the gods is abnormal.
The black gas is ethereal and strange, but there is no overflow of killing gas.
The elf seems to be familiar with this place. He turns left and right with Zhuge not bright, and every step is very clever. Moments later, the elf took Zhuge and didn’t show up in front of a tall Wei Song iceberg. Although this dead zone was shrouded in black fog, it didn’t go out of the snow area of the ice sheet.
"Here is ….." Looking at the iceberg in front of me, Zhuge was heartbroken, which was a kind of inexplicable feeling. There was no strong fluctuation overflow in the iceberg, but Zhuge felt a thrill when he was not bright.
What a powerful breath, is there a peerless strong person living in seclusion here? No, absolutely not! At that time, Zhuge Liang didn’t think of the ice tomb that demon fairy met before, and his heart moved. Is this the grave of a strong man?