After the incident involving the female assassin, Yang Ling returned to the elf tribe and fell asleep. Although he knew that Sophia had a misunderstanding, this kind of thing kept getting messed up and became more confusing. Not only was it unclear for a while, but it was probably getting darker and darker. It was better to go smoothly for the time being.

Its natural.

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

Life is like rape. Since you can't break free, you might as well just enjoy it quietly. Vaguely, Yang Ling remembered a classic sentence he saw on the Internet many years ago.

Although Yang Ling was a little surprised that Yimiya hired assassins to assassinate him, he did not worry about it all the time. After all, if you can escape the first grade of junior high school, you can't escape the fifteenth grade. What is supposed to come will come sooner or later, and the only way to improve your strength quickly is to

.It's like hunting in the forest. You never know what kind of beast you will encounter at what time. Only a hunter with excellent skills can survive repeated attacks and sneak attacks.

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

In a hazy state, Yang Ling thought of Sophia's big, watery eyes and handleable water snake waist. Then as the scene turned, he thought of the cold and pretty face of the female assassin.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Ling vaguely heard a burst of ethereal singing. Amidst the roaring sound of the forest, it was vaguely like a young girl confiding in a low voice, or like the inaudible murmur of a priest praying.

After listening attentively for a moment, Yang Ling quietly walked out following the singing. Stepping on the dewy wheat grass, he crossed a crystal clear stream and came to a broad-leaved pine forest with the sound of waves.

Under a towering ancient tree, Sophia, dressed in white, walked around the ancient tree barefoot, whispering something softly in the ancient Elvish language. It seemed like she was singing the folk songs of the Elf tribe in a low voice, and she seemed to be talking to the ancient tree.

What? His eyes were full of tears. Every time he turned around, he would shed a few drops of crystal tears.

Whether it was a coincidence or an illusion, Yang Ling felt that every time Sophia shed a tear, the branches and leaves on the ancient tree would make a "clatter" sound, which seemed to echo Sophia's.

"Sofia!" Looking at the elf girl who I felt pity for, and the sad tears on her face, Yang Ling couldn't help but screamed softly.

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

"I just dreamed of a beautiful girl, and then I heard your singing!" Yang Ling smiled, strode over, and sat down next to Sophia, "Well, beautiful elf girl, you ruined my dream.

Tell me, how should I compensate for my losses?"

"I'll pay you for it!" Seeing that Yang Ling was making fun of her again, Sophia's face turned red. After hesitating for a moment, she mustered up the courage to ask softly: "Why are you running out in the middle of the night if you don't go with the girl you're dating?"

Dating?

Looking at the tears on Sophia's face, Yang Ling vaguely understood something. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Sofia, that woman is an assassin. I almost died at her hands. How can I have a date?"

"Huh, that's how you humans are. Every man is more carefree than Hausma!" Sophia's eyes turned red, obviously not believing Yang Ling's lies. I wonder which female assassin would romantically give a slender and compact one to her assassination target?

Shoes? It is said that human aristocrats are so elegant that they often hold a plate of salsa pork in their hands and look at the salmon in the pot. It seems that it is indeed true.

Lies are easier to believe than truth. It seems that it would still be the same in another world.

After shaking his head and smiling bitterly again, Yang Ling understood that if he continued talking, it would only make things darker, so he quickly changed the topic, "If this tree is spiritual, I'm afraid if it keeps spinning like you, he will get dizzy if you don't get dizzy!"

"You're so confused!" Sophia chuckled and said, "This is the oldest tree in our tribe. According to legend, it has a history of more than 8,000 years. Although it is impossible to cultivate dead wood guards, it has the highest spirituality. What can I say about it?

Everybody can understand it!”

A spiritual ancient tree?

Seeing Sophia clinging to the ancient tree as she spoke, Yang Ling moved up to it gently on a whim. Suddenly, an unspeakable wave came from the tree trunk surrounded by more than a dozen people, and with the beat of his own heart,

It vibrates regularly, as if it is saying something.

An old tree becomes a spirit?

Thinking of the Liaozhai stories he had read when he was a child, Yang Ling thought. Mysterious witchcraft can tame monsters, and it may also be effective on some mountain spirits and tree monsters.

By some mistake, Yang Ling bit off the index finger of his right hand and pressed it gently. In an instant, the wound seemed to have hit a bottomless pit, and blood and witchcraft surged out like a missing embankment in the Yellow River.

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

Seeing that Yang Ling suddenly shivered and turned pale, Sophia screamed. However, just as she was about to step forward to help Yang Ling, he groaned, grabbed a handful of blood-red beads from his arms and swallowed them. Then,

The towering old tree surrounded by more than a dozen people disappeared with a roar.

In a daze, Yang Ling once again unconsciously came to the mysterious space where the witch pagoda was located. In front of the towering witch pagoda, at some point, there was a big tree surrounded by more than a dozen people, and many hornet beasts and evil eyes were surrounding it.

They were turning around. Some were climbing all the way up the trunk, and some were leaning comfortably on the branches.

The big branches were lush and green. For some reason, Yang Ling always felt a familiar feeling. He walked over and gently touched the huge tree trunk. Soon, there was an unspeakable wave on the tree trunk, as if he was trying his best to move towards him.

express something.

Before Yang Ling could fully appreciate the fluctuations, his head suddenly went cold, and his consciousness slowly withdrew from the mysterious space. When he opened his eyes, he saw the elf elder rushing over without knowing when, and the staff in his hand made a sound.

There was a faint green light in the circle, as if some spell had just been cast.

"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, nor could she understand why Yang Ling suddenly fell unconscious in panic.

Go back quickly and inform grandpa.

Seeing that there was only a big pit where the towering ancient tree was, and then thinking about the big tree he saw in the mysterious space, Yang Ling's heart moved, and he subconsciously made a handprint. In the blink of an eye, a man more than 20 meters tall, holding a giant

The deadwood guard with the mace appears in front of you.

"La Block meets the master!" Just as everyone was shocked, the Deadwood Guard knelt down in front of Yang Ling with a 'pop' sound, raising a large cloud of dust, and the thunderous sound almost shattered everyone's eardrums.

Different from the deadwood guards summoned by Sophia, the big tree crawling in front of Yang Ling had many green buds growing on it, and its eyes were as big as watermelons. Coupled with the bulging muscles like basalt, it looked extremely powerful.
Chapter completed!