It is not a dream to earn more than 100 million a day when others save the world and I open a shop

Chapter 18 Winning Qin Ge's Strength (Seed Shop)

Unaffected by this anger at all, Ying Qin Ge withdrew his spiritual power, and the virtual screen disappeared instantly. The royal elves, who had nowhere to use their strength, stared blankly at Ying Qin Ge, and knelt down again.

Knowing that with the current power of the royal elves, they are no match for the abyssal race, but they can't be reconciled to their own race being treated like this.

"I beg you to let me fight with you, I don't care about death, I just want to avenge my fellow clan!"

Some elves burst into tears, their voices choked up.

"I am an old bone, and there is not much time left before returning to the mother tree. Before returning, I want to do something for our family. Please allow me to follow you to fight."

With anger in his eyes, an elf walked out on crutches.

"My lord, I'm not afraid of death, I'm not a coward, please allow me to follow you to bring the body of my kindred back for burial."

An elf bent his back to Ying Qin Ge and knocked his head on the ground.

One elf after another requested to go with them, and the number was so large that it was completely inconsistent with the elf queen's original plan to preserve a limited number of elves.

But this time she didn't open her mouth to stop them, but closed her eyes and acquiesced to their actions.

If it wasn't for the fact that the next elf queen hadn't been cultivated yet, the elf queen would definitely take up the scepter and rush to the battlefield immediately, killing those abyssal races who insulted her people.

Facing these royal elves who obviously didn't intend to back down, Ying Qin Ge said: "When it comes to the battlefield, none of you are allowed to act without my order."

The royal elves looked at each other, and in order to be able to go, they replied in unison: "Yes!"

The next development was like magic. With a wave of Ying Qin Ge's sleeves, those petitioning royal elves disappeared in the hall, and Ying Qin Ge also disappeared out of thin air.

Sensing the spatial fluctuation, the elf queen stood up, looked at the empty hall, and slowly returned to the throne. The entire elf seemed to be exhausted in an instant.

A large number of royal elves died, and the elf mother tree that gave birth to them fell into a downturn. Only the elf queen could hear the weeping lingering in her ears, telling the mourning of the elf mother tree.

Could this be the price she paid for taking shortcuts?

The hand holding the scepter was so hard that the fingertips turned white and the veins swelled. Except for herself, no elf could know what kind of storm was stirring up in her heart at this moment.

From the palace of the royal elves to the marching troops of the abyssal race, in the eyes of the royal elves, it is a blink of an eye.

The black python greedily advanced towards them, and the royal elves who were kneeling or standing looked at the endless black army, and subconsciously summoned their own weapons to stop them from killing.

But before they could take the first step, Ying Qin Ge, standing in front of them, stretched out his hand towards the army.

Like the fine white porcelain, the hands are slender and beautiful without any flaws, instantly attracting the attention of all the royal elves.

Under the watchful eyes of the elves, dark purple flames emerged from the palm, and quickly extended to both sides, forming a gorgeous and terrifying fire bow.

Ying Qin Ge pulled the bowstring and aimed at the sky where the abyss troops were. The dark purple flaming long arrow shot out as Ying Qin Ge let go, and the space where it went was distorted visible to the naked eye.

Except for the elves who have been paying attention, the rocket that shot into the sky did not attract the attention of the abyssal troops. When the height was high enough, the rocket that was only as thin as a hair in the eyes of the elves expanded instantly.

Like fireworks blooming in the night sky, the rocket that turned into a fireball turned into countless rockets in the air. They all aimed at the abyssal troops and fell at the speed of light in the eyes of the abyssal race that hadn't had time to react to what happened.

Numerous rockets dragged out beautiful dark purple flame marks in the air, like a giant green cloud chrysanthemum in full bloom, so beautiful that it was unbelievably beautiful.

However, under this beauty, it is the abyss race that has been skewered one by one on the earth, and then there is no ashes left.

There were no screams, no earth-shattering fighting sounds, no continuous fighting sounds, everything was so quiet and beautiful, which made the elves tremble in their souls.

Is this the strength to win Qin Ge?

So the huge number of abyssal troops, the abyssal troops that beat them back steadily, just disappeared without a sound? !

The neck was like a machine that had been in disrepair for a long time, and the elves looked at Ying Qin Ge with a relaxed posture, their expressions blank.

Not caring what he would become in the hearts of these elves, Ying Qin Ge let go of his fire bow and reminded them that it was time to go to work, "Okay, you go and bring your fellows back."

The elves, stunned by the scene created by Ying Qin Ge, nodded blankly, and walked towards the position of the abyssal troops with almost nothing left.

Several of them also tripped over the obstacles under their feet and fell a solid dog eat shit because their brains were in a blank state.

After the elves left, the dark purple flame that changed from the state of the bow back to a ball of fire did not just disappear, but jumped twice in front of Ying Qin Ge.

"belch--"

There was a hiccup, and when I looked closely, I saw the dark purple flame floating in the air opened its mouth, and with the loud hiccup, a cloud of white smoke came out of the mouth.

Ying Qin Ge: "Are you full?"

The long-mouthed hiccupping flame popped up twice again, a few sparks jumped out of the flame ball, and then formed a dialog box that only appeared in comics under the watchful eyes of Ying Qin Ge.

The text that only Ying Qin Ge could understand appeared in the dialog box, and the dark purple font color added a magnificence to it.

[I’m full, I’m full~ But if there’s still food, it’s not like I can’t eat it~]

After "speaking", the flame group moved closer to Ying Qin Ge's face, like a puppy asking for credit from its master, it kept rubbing against Ying Qin Ge's face.

[Am I, am I very, very good? !Nothing was accidentally injured, including the big black dragon that had been hiding in the woods and had been watching its master for a long time. ]
It is obviously high temperature that can make the enemy not even leave ashes, but there is not even a trace left on Ying Qin Ge's face.

Ying Qin Ge raised his hand to grab the overly excited flame ball. It was obviously just a ball of fire, but he was caught in the hands of Ying Qin Ge with the effect of a slime.

Because it is an accompanying flame, Ying Qin Ge can clearly understand that the flame group wants to be praised. The corners of her mouth slightly curled up, and she gave an affirmative answer, "Of course."

The flame group that received the praise exploded into a small firework in an instant, and then the exploded flame impatiently penetrated into Ying Qin Ge's skin, and jumped into Ying Qin Ge's sea of ​​consciousness to publicize his going out this time.

Blocking the movement in the sea of ​​consciousness, Ying Qin Ge turned to look at the position of the peeper in the flame group's words, her unfading smile made her look so gentle and warm.

(End of this chapter)