Above the mountain of elves

Chapter 367 Chapter 386 The evolution of Bobbi

Mo Yan became famous, and then he disappeared. After exchanging [-] points for as many magical feathers as possible, Mo Yan never appeared in the battle club again.

And just as he planned at the beginning, silent words are like a shooting star across the sky, after a glimpse, only infinite reverie is left.

Many people even went to George East to inquire about silent words, but they only found out that the other party was not even a trainer in the Hezhong area.

Fang Na stood in the crowd, a little aggrieved, she didn't even say a word to the idol she just became a fan of, and he ran away.

When is this goodbye?

City area?
Be sure to check it out if you have the chance!
Mo Yan waved his sleeves, only taking away a few feathers.

Although the group arena can make people famous in one battle, it also takes time to ferment. Mo Yan slipped too fast, and there were only a few hundred people who really saw what he looked like at the time.

These hundreds of people have been integrated into the group of trainers, but they are nothing at all.

In fact, the record of the battle club group arena is far more than just nine consecutive victories. The biggest reason why everyone is talking about it is because Mo Yan's age is too young.

His existence always makes people feel like living in a dog. There are envy, jealousy, and worship, but it is very complicated anyway.

At this time, Mo Yan was holding four sets, a total of 24 magical feathers, and was studying them carefully.

Things that can directly improve the talents of elves, although the effect is weak, they are still useful, right?

Just like 59 is always different from 60, sometimes the last slight amount is the last straw that triggers a qualitative change.

As for who to use, Mo Yan has made a difficult decision. If the 24 magical feathers are divided equally, let alone whether they can be averaged, the effect of two alone may really not be noticeable.

But if the four sets of magical feathers are distributed to the four elves, who is the most suitable one?
This thing was won by Zoroark, so it deserves a share.

Trouble is the remaining three, as Mo Yan has more and more companions, Mo Yan's biggest worry is not worrying about the shortage but the unevenness.

Although the elves are pure-minded, they all hope that Mo Yan can pay more attention to themselves and cultivate themselves, which is understandable.

"If it really doesn't work, let's split it equally." Mo Yan whispered to himself, but Zoroark shook his head.

"Kuso!"

I saw Zoroark put all four sets of magical feathers together, and then put them all into Mo Yan's backpack.

"Ku~ Kuso!"

"You mean, as a reward? That's right, who stipulated that it must be used now. This can be used to reward outstanding partners!"

Mo Yan suddenly realized that once he got something before, he couldn't hide it, and wanted to let it contribute his value as soon as possible, but in fact, he was not in a hurry to use these things.

"Listen to you!" Mo Yan rubbed Zoroark's furry head.

Feels great!

Couldn't help rubbing it a couple more times.

Zoroark shook his head and escaped from the clutches of silent words. The older he got, the more embarrassed he would be to do these cute and coquettish actions. It's better to be cold.

I'm the handsome Zoroark, huh!
In the evening, Mo Yan waited for George and the others to return in the hotel room, but was called again by them.

"It's not enough to go shopping in one day. The night market in Leiwen City is very famous. There must be countless gourmet snacks!" Furong said to Momo with great interest.

Next to her, George and Mark were completely exhausted and collapsed on the sofa, emptying their minds with nothing to love.

Ryoko is better, but fortunately, she is not as energetic as Furong, and barely fits the category of a normal girl.

Looking at it like this, it is impossible to wait for George to cook, so it is better to go outside for food according to Fu Rong's statement.

Half an hour later, a group of five people shuttled through the night market, each holding three or four different snacks in their hands, obviously very devoted.

Mark has regained his spirits, and he is walking through the crowd with Borkby in his arms, trying his best to satisfy any request for Borkby.

"Pork - Pork!"

Suddenly, in Mark's arms, Torkby, who was happily eating ice cream, emitted a dazzling white light.

Under the watchful eyes of the night market crowd, Bobbie gradually flew away from Mark's embrace and floated in front of him.

In the white light, Bokby's figure gradually became slender, and his little feet quickly stretched out from the eggshell. A pair of delicate little wings broke out of the shell, barely waving, but gave him the ability to fly.

Pokkigu!

Different from the creamy yellow color of Pokby's period, Pokkigu is completely white, with red and blue spots on his body, and his round limbs make him more like a doll.

The cuteness is not reduced at all, and it even adds a bit of agility and playfulness!

"Haha, congratulations! Pokkigu!" Mark laughed and hugged Pokkigu, happily spinning circles of love.

Many people around even clapped their hands. It is also something to be happy for them to see the evolution of elves with their own eyes.

"Guji~"

The evolved Pokkigu is also a lot smarter. Feeling the trainer's happiness, it also laughed.

Cute crit!

Many people around unconsciously clenched their hands and put them on their chests, as if they were looking at something beautiful and wanted to bless them.

"This is Pokkigu who grew up eating cute, right? No, my blood tank is empty." Fu Rong stood beside Ryoko, lying limply on her body, looking at Pokkigu with starry eyes.

"Sister Furong, be more rational, Pokkigu has a trainer" Ryoko couldn't help reminding, and Pokkigu is still the elf of his companion Mark, so it is even more impossible to subdue him.

∑(дlll)! ! !

Fu Rong petrified on the spot, squatting down on the ground with a face full of despair, and drew small circles.

"Why are there no such cute ghost elves...why are there no such cute ghost elves...why..."

It's a pity that at this time, except for Ryoko who was willing to pat her on the back symbolically to give some comfort, everyone else was looking at Pokkigu wholeheartedly.

Mo Yan was also a little envious, it took longer to hatch Pichu than Mark had Pokéby.

Today, Torkby has developed enough intimacy with Mark to cause evolution.

However he and Pichu...

Mo Yan looked at Pichu who was squatting on the ground, looking at Pokkigu curiously, and picked him up with a heartbeat.

"Picchu?"

Pichu looked at the silent words who picked it up inexplicably, I'm going to play with Pokki, why are you dragging me back again.

call out!
Pichu jumped off Mo Yan's shoulder sensitively, and then "Picchu~Picchu~" ran towards Pokkigu.

Mo Yan: ...

Just be happy ╮(￣⊿￣)╭

(End of this chapter)