The daily life of farming and opening up wasteland in the elf world

Fan Xing's expectations were in vain. Although the green water in this pool was a bit strange, it could not improve the situation of the fire-breathing camel.

After drinking the spring water, the fire-breathing camel's body exuded some breath of life, and seemed to have regained some energy, but Fan Xing knew that the soul fluctuation inside the fire-breathing camel was getting smaller and smaller.

Fan Xing's eyes were a little sad, he stepped forward a few steps and half knelt beside the fire-breathing camel, he stretched his arms and gently wrapped around the fire-breathing camel's neck.

The fire-breathing camel, which regained some vitality, gave Fan Xing a gentle look in its eyes, and then slowly got up.

Following his movements, Fan Xing wrapped his arms around him and fell to the ground. Fan Xing subconsciously opened his eyes to watch the fire-breathing camel's movements, and the sadness in his eyes grew stronger.

The fire-breathing camel lightly rubbed against Fan Xing with his forehead, and some memories flashed in his eyes.

His original master was an ordinary trainer. That guy didn't have much talent, and he didn't train elves properly, so Huo Tuo had more hidden injuries.

As he grew older, physical pain caused his energy to decline day by day until his original master passed away and his master's grandson took him over.

That child has very little relationship with him, or in other words, he doesn't pay much attention to him. His ideal is to become a trainer. Like his original master, he broke into this circle straight away with a passion.

But he encountered the same blow as his master before. He didn't know how to cultivate elves, he had no connections, and no knowledge. With his own passion, he became more and more aware of this reality, and his mood became more and more extreme.

As his strength slowly improved, in order to break through his current level, he decided to put him up for auction.

He was already very old, and although his strength was not bad when he was young, he knew that few people would auction him off, and his little master's plan might come to nothing, so he still felt a little pity.

Until he heard a young voice auction him away in the auction house, and what he exchanged with him was the elf breakthrough potion that his current master dreamed of.

To be honest, he was also relieved at the time, maybe this was the last contribution he could make for his master!

This world is like this, elves accompany their masters for many years and treat them as the only family members, while humans abandon their emotions for some reason.

complain?To be honest, there are some, but I can't say I hate it. He is too old and has seen too many things. Now, he just wants to spend the last stage of his life safely.

Fortunately, before the end of his life, he met a very good master, and the Fan Xing who auctioned him off had the strangest personality he had ever seen among human beings.

He auctioned him off, healed his physical injuries, and gave him the last stable life of his life.

But he knew that he didn't live for long, he had too many injuries when he was young, even Fan Xing couldn't completely heal him.

However, meeting such a gentle human being as Fan Xing at the end of his life still makes him feel very cherished.

Fan Xing once told him that he wanted to study the colored gemstones inlaid in the stone behind him, and he agreed at that time.

But later Fan Xing found out that once the stone was removed, his life might end, so he gave up.

This seemed unbelievable to the fire-breathing Tuo, he would not live for a long time, even if he took off the stone directly, he did not resent Fan Xing.

But Fan Xing still didn't do it directly, but took him to many places to this desert, and found for him a spring that might improve his physical condition.

He was very grateful to Fan Xing for his dedication. He knew that although Fan Xing was relatively indifferent to others or elves when he first met, he was a very gentle guy in his heart.

The spring water awakened the vitality of his body, but the fire-breathing camel knew more clearly that he was not far from death, and he didn't want Fan Xing to continue running around for himself.

He stood up, brown and red light enveloping him, and the vitality inside his body became more and more active.

He stood up straight for the first time, Fan Xing watched his movements, and only then realized that the fire-breathing camel was very tall.

Yes, elves like fire-breathing camels have always been tall. They are loyal partners of travelers in the desert, protecting them from danger and wind and sand. The original fire-breathing camels spent most of their time lying on the ground because of their old age. , rarely have the opportunity to fully stand up.

Fan Xing looked at the energetic fire-breathing camel and wanted to stop him, but the fire-breathing camel shook his head slightly at Fan Xing.

He hit the ground heavily with one of his hooves, and the two volcano-like rocks behind him erupted into hot magma.

The magma did not erupt, but slowly wrapped him up. Fan Xing knew that he was going to say goodbye to the fire-breathing camel.

"Camel~"

The fire-breathing camel called softly, with complicated emotions in his voice, and Fan Xing was also taken aback, then he sat down gently and opened the storybook in his backpack.

There was one last story left in the storybook. The fire-breathing camel wanted to hear Fan Xing finish reading, but Fan Xing would not refuse. He sat on the ground and spread the book on his lap, reading the story in the book softly.

The story wasn't too long, and Fan Xing didn't read it too fast. At the end of the story when his voice fell, the body of the fire-breathing camel turned into a little light and dissipated.

Fan Xing looked dazed, and slowly lowered his head, closed the storybook in front of him, threw it in front of him, and threw it into the magma left by the fire-breathing camel on the ground.

Dawu looked at Fan Xing who was sitting on the ground, knelt down and patted him on the back, signaling him not to be sad, the moist luster in his eyes flashed, and finally turned into a sigh, trying to pull Fan Xing up .

At this time, Fan Xing raised his head gently, and Dawu looked in the direction Fan Xing was looking at, and then found a scene that surprised him.

I saw that the storybook that Fan Xing threw on the ground was slowly covered by the fiery red magma, and the magma thickened the surface of the storybook. With the disappearance of the magma, colorful luster appeared on the surface of the storybook. .

Dawu glanced at Fan Xing, saw that he had no intention of getting up and picking up the storybook, so he went up to pick it up himself, touched the gemstone on the skin of the storybook exuding colorful light, and felt a little unsure of what it was like.

The two children were also a little dazed. They watched the fire-breathing camel just dissipate, and they still couldn't get over their senses, but soon after they came back to their senses, they ran to Fan Xing obediently, each of them took one of Fan Xing's palms, and looked at each other. I was very sad, and soon I was about to shed tears.

Fan Xing looked at them, stroked their hair, and took them into his arms. The sadness in his eyes dissipated, and he softly comforted the two children.

His eyes were still a little dazed, but the original sadness dissipated a lot. Although he was sad in his heart, he knew he couldn't be sad for too long.

He had to cheer up quickly, he thought, the fire-breathing camel probably wanted to leave at the end of his life when he was in the best state of mind!

He didn't want to let himself see his weak side, Fan Xing silently said goodbye in his heart, one of his friends left him, all he could do was silently bless the fire-breathing camel, so that his soul could enter the underworld Rest in reincarnation.