The Wonderful Journey of the Elf

Time passed very quickly, and a few days passed in the blink of an eye. At this time, Lan Fang once again came to the abandoned power station where he had been bombed before.

His appearance immediately attracted the attention of the Naughty Bombs living here. However, this time the Naughty Bombs and Thunderbolt Balls did not rush forward directly. At the factory gate, it seemed that he was looking at something.

After asking Mr. Zhengpan for advice on how to take care of naughty bombs and how to understand the elf's emotions in the past few days, Lan Fang gained a lot. With the help of the translator, Piqiu Pichu, he soon became proficient in these things. The elves' moods were all guessing.

He stood outside the power plant and was not worried at all that a sudden explosion would hurt him. He thought for a while, picked up two small stones from the ground and threw them forward.

The pebbles flew towards the group of arranged naughty bullets and thunderbolt balls with a "whoosh" sound, and finally hit two naughty bullets of different sizes.

The two naughty bombs were not angry but happy when they were hit by stones. They jumped away from the team and came directly to Lan Fang.

When Lan Fang saw these two guys, he smiled and said, "Did you win the lottery today? Let's go, I'll take you to play."

After that, he took them back the same way and walked towards the place where Mr. Zheng Pan lived.

That afternoon, Lan Fang removed the splint on his right hand and tried to rotate his arm. After finding that he did not feel any pain, he breathed a sigh of relief. It has played a big role, but I still have to thank the old man. His electric shock beast has done a really good job of rebonding the bones."

"Now that the injury has healed and the old man has learned some basic skills, it's time to leave. But do we really want to leave the old man here alone?"

Lan Fang touched the desert dragonfly playing with Naughty Bullet next to him, and saw that its body was also recovering under the infusion of life breath, and murmured to himself.

It turns out that Mr. Zhengpan was the boss of one of the abandoned power stations nearby forty years ago, and even his partner who passed away not long ago was found here.

At that time, this place was not as desolate as it is now. When technology was not yet developed, it was always popular to use electric elves and the tides at the estuary as the core power of the power station.

After all, this is a profit-free business. As long as the power station and dam are maintained well, electric energy can be continuously produced and transmitted to the nearest important towns such as Hualan City, Golden City, Kuye City, and Ziyuan Town.

It is a pity that after Mr. Pan, as the eldest son, took over this important task in the family, in just ten years, the technology of the elf world entered a stage of rapid development. The role of the power station gradually decreased, or even was eliminated. Finally, in the second The decision to divest was made more than a decade ago.

Then, due to different ideas, the family members began to disperse.

The second oldest family moved to the nearest Ziyuan Town and transformed from an electric elf family into a ghost elf family.

The third child's family moved to Kuye City, and used the large amount of funds obtained after the separation to build several ships and start shipping. The elves used by the family also changed from electric to water-based.

As for Mr. Zhengpan, as the eldest son, he was never willing to leave the birthplace of his family, and he didn't want the family's electrical tradition to be cut off. So he built a house on the beach and stayed there for more than twenty years.

The boy who originally planned to repay Lan Fang's kindness was actually the eldest grandson of the second son of his family, named "Zheng Zhi".

Because Mr. Zhengpan is getting older, he was specially sent by the second brother to take him to "Ziyuan Town". However, Mr. Zhengpan has never wanted to move out of here.

"Well, this is a family matter. I have nothing to worry about. I'd better go get the orange badge from Ma Zhishi first."

Lan Fang thought about it carefully, and finally decided not to get involved in this matter. Anyway, he has lived here almost all his life, and even many of the electric elves living in the surrounding abandoned power plants were from his family at that time. It is released into the wild, so there is absolutely no problem with the safety factor.

After thinking about this clearly, Lan Fang continued to play with the two naughty bullets for a while, then turned and walked towards the building not far away, intending to say goodbye to Mr. Zheng Pan.

But who would have thought that when Lan Fang arrived here, a shout of curses suddenly came out, "Second brother, I told you, I won't go to your place. Our family has been specializing in electrical equipment since more than two hundred years ago." Elf, it turns out that you and the third child changed places and forgot about your family traditions. Do you still have the nerve to call me over?"

"Forget it, look at Xiaozhi, your son was more obedient when I brought him over to see me a few years ago. But it's only been a few years and now he's come back with a bad disease. You have the nerve to ask him to pick me up. When I go back, I'm afraid that our family will be ruined at the hands of these unworthy descendants."

"Okay, okay, I won't argue with you. I'm old and can't keep up with the times. Anyway, you don't want me to move to your place. You're just wishful thinking."

When Lan Fang walked outside the courtyard gate, he didn't dare to go in. He saw Mr. Zheng Pan sitting carelessly on a naughty bullet and roaring menacingly at the communicator in his ear. He really felt a bit domineering.

How can I put it this way? I can only say that the old man is indeed an electric elf trainer. His temper is the same as that of electricity. He is extremely irritable. No wonder he often hits his grandson "Zhengji" with wooden and iron rods. He is probably gone. It's the line of "filial sons emerge from under the stick".

Speaking of "Zhengzhi", this kid was holding a dream monster and hiding in the corner with a look of fear on his face, for fear of being affected.

He felt regretful in his heart, feeling that he was not here to deliver messages to pick up people, but was here to be beaten and used as a punching bag. If he hadn't been afraid of being scolded when he went home, he would have slipped back to Ziyuan Town.

Lan Fang felt happy when he saw this guy's pitiful appearance, and snickered with gloating.

But the voice was not too loud. After all, Lan Fang didn't want to get into trouble with the old man now. Strictly speaking, the other party was half of his master. It was really difficult to resist if he really had to teach him a lesson.

More than half an hour later, outside the courtyard gate

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