Above the mountain of elves

Chapter 382 The Rain Girl Has No Melon
"Vice President, the children have traveled for half a day, and after they arrived, they continued to participate in the competition non-stop. I'm afraid they can't stand it. Why don't they rest first? We'll talk about it tomorrow if we have anything to do."

In the hall of the Spirit Center, Genji looked at Furong who secretly yawned, and turned to the big bosses who were still talking silently.

"It's true, we didn't think carefully. A few children came from afar, and we didn't treat them well. We were negligent and negligent," a big man said immediately.

Mo Yan secretly gave the yawning Fu Rong an appreciative expression, and he also felt a little tired.

After saying goodbye to these annoying bosses, Mo Yan and the others were naturally arranged in the VIP room of the Elf Center.

There are very few people in this elf center, because it is only open to the inside of the alliance, and most of the time it is more like a guest house.

And Joey is still the same Joey, just with a different hairstyle.

Therefore, Mo Yan has always felt that the real overlord of the elf world is not the elves alliance, not the Rockets, but Joey and Junsha!

"Finally I can rest, Brother George, I urgently need delicious food to supplement my nutrition." Furong pretended to be pitiful, but Ge You's lying posture revealed her insincerity.

"Come on, I'm too tired to move." George also sat on a single sofa, looking up to the sky.

And the same goes for everyone else, they simply lay on the sofa in a daze, after all, they would have to eat in a while, and it would be too early to go to bed.

Boom!dong dong!dong dong dong!

There was a knock on the door, and after several consecutive rings, Mo Yan couldn't help but opened the door.

"Uncle Yuan!" Mo Yan was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that Heavenly King Yuan Zhi would end so early.

"I know you're all tired, I've asked Qingbei to arrange dinner, and I'll deliver it directly to you." Genji patted Mo Yan on the shoulder, and finally couldn't help but said, "It's really good!"

"Thank you, Uncle Yuan, for the compliment, come in and sit down." Mo Yan grinned, accepting the other party's compliment frankly.

"No, you guys have a good rest." Genji shook his head and turned to leave, but he turned back halfway, "Hezhong district wants to know about the super evolution and will know sooner or later, you can try to knock them down."

Mo Yan listened in a daze, and it was hard to imagine that this was the words of the Four Heavenly Kings, who was the captain of a boat and not pedantic at all.

More than ten minutes later, there was another knock on the door. This time, all five people stood up and walked towards the door.

At this time, only Qing Bei, who brought dinner, came over, and the hungry people were so shy, they all rushed forward.

After eating, everyone who finally regained their spirits became active again, especially Mark and George, who were relatively relaxed without fighting, planned to go out to have fun.

"Didn't you agree to go to the night market? You really don't want to go?" Mark knocked on the door one by one and asked.

In the end, all five of them were attracted downstairs by an unknown food stall, after all, they didn't know when they would come next time.

Walking out of the Elf Center and passing through the gate of the United Union branch, you will see the bustling night market.

The headquarters of the Hezhong Alliance is located in the center of Huiheng City. The surrounding area is naturally bustling, and the density of trainers on the street is not low. Almost half of them are accompanied by a small elf.

Mo Yan had Pichu hanging on his shoulders, Mark was carrying Pokkigu, Ryoko was holding Fang Ya, Fu Rong also let out the crying mask and let it float beside her.

After thinking for a while, George also released Kirulian, and finally he did not leave the organization.

All five people in the group were wearing elves. The only ones they knew were the Dragon Yaya and the Ghost Weeping Mask, both of which were very rare, while the other three had never been seen.

Along the way, their return rate also exploded in an instant, and the shopkeepers and bosses who were selling elf products all shouted loudly.

Young, with such a high elf configuration, it is obvious that he is either rich or expensive, and this kind of child is the easiest to earn money.

But Fu Rong and Liang Zi have now been revived with full blood, shopping next to each other, not letting any one go.

"Aren't you still yelling that you are too tired to move in the afternoon? Why are you so excited now?" Mark said meanly.

"Hmph, Yu Nu Wu Gua!" Fu Rong muttered while biting a hot pepper cake.

"It's a bean!" Liangzi agreed with the steam ice cream while exhaling white smoke.

Mark retreated, George and Mo Yan calmly took a bite of the durian puff, pretending they didn't hear or see it.

"Well, it smells so good!"

“Super fragrant!”

"Hey, do you see the name of the store, the elf consignment house, and the elves in the Hezhong area can be sold directly?" Depressed Mark started to dawdle, and then he really came out with something.

Everyone followed the prestige, and they really saw a big "Elf Consignment House" signboard.

"Look and go!" Fu Rong waved her big hand, and a group of five people rushed into the crowded flow of people and walked towards the shop.

"Sure enough, it is directly operated and managed by the United Alliance." George pointed to the small alliance logo under the signboard, with such an expression on his face.

"That's also selling..." Mark said silently, but he followed the crowd and approached the shop.

The store is a bit different from what I imagined, there are no cold cages, showcases and the like.

There is only one path that is not wide, and both sides are not advanced mimic spaces, but it can still guarantee the basic life of the elves.

In the mimicry space, there are a large number of small elves, and each elf has a nameplate.

Mark approached a flower coconut monkey and found that the nameplate on its neck said "Nurturers Listen to Night" five words.

"Is this the first time you have come to the elf consignment house?" A mother Sang's voice came suddenly.

Everyone looked and saw a curly-haired aunt looking at them with a smile on her face. There was still a sleeve on her left arm with "Elf Consignment House" printed on it.

"This is a breeder's paradise. Every elf you see comes from an excellent breeder with a name and surname, and this shop lives up to its name. Trainers can apply to buy any elf they like.

It's just that the way of purchasing is rather special. In addition to paying a certain fee, the elf must be approved by the breeder before it can be taken away. "

"What's the difference? Isn't it still selling elves?" Furong didn't feel any difference. Isn't the so-called recognition just a fig leaf?
Then, the five people saw the originally amiable aunt looking directly at them angrily.

She is obviously just an aunt, but she feels almost out of breath. What kind of aunt is this?
Is he still a hermit?
(End of this chapter)