live to death

Mo Yin and strength interpret Tigari Reiter's mode of meeting old friends.

Before knocking on the door, Ah Pang grabbed Mo Yinhe's hand, pulled him towards him, and asked in a low voice, "Momo, to be honest, how did you find me?"

Mo Yinhe looked at Fatty, his big eyes were full of admiration.To be honest, Mo Yinhe never thought that Fatty would be a dwarf, let alone that he found Fatty first.Fatty always has a way to find himself, but Mo Yinhe felt that telling the truth was too cruel, but he didn't want to lie to Fatty, so he kept silent and knocked on the door.

Seeing this, Fatty understood, with a bulging little chubby face, no matter how cute he looked.

"Who is it..." There was a lazy voice from inside the house. Hearing this voice, he knew that he must have just woken up.

Fatty looked up at the sky, it was indeed noon, that's right, this man can really sleep.

Mo Yinhe didn't answer the questions of the people inside, but the door opened anyway.

The person who opened the door was a bearded uncle with messy blond hair, and he couldn't open his eyes. He looked at Mo Yinhe with vacant eyes, and the huge dark circles and bags under his eyes could fall off and hit his feet.

He wasn't surprised to see Mo Yinhe standing at the door, and he didn't greet him. He turned around and went in, yawning and saying, "Sit whatever you want, I'll go wash my face."

Mo Yinhe naturally couldn't just sit there, because there were clothes he threw everywhere.Mo Yinhe sat on something strange when he didn't want to sit down.

Mo Yinhe swept everything off the coffee table with a knife, spread a piece of clothes thrown on the bed, and signaled Fatty to sit down.

So when Francisco came out, he saw a dwarf sitting on his coffee table, and Tigarirett stood beside the dwarf with his arms folded, his face smelly as if he owed him millions, and he The orc behind him was even more conspicuous.After all, with such a tall figure, even if he doesn't have a stinky face like Tigaririt, his sense of presence should not be underestimated.

Francisco doesn't look much better now than before, but his eyes are not so erratic.

"Say it, you won't come to me if you have nothing to do." Francisco sat directly on the chair, ignoring the pile of clothes on it.

A sound of "baji" came from under Francisco, Mo Yin and Rarely sneered, and saw Francesco find a moldy jam bread from the layers of clothes with a normal expression.

Fatty looked at Mo Yinhe with admiration on his face, it was really wise not to sit casually.

"Dark Valley, Treasure, do you want to go?" Mo Yinhe directly stated his request without beating around the bush.

Francisco nodded, indicating that he knew and that he would go.

Mo Yinhe nodded in satisfaction, he knew it, and immediately took Fatty and Xiu away.

"I'll give you a day to pack your bags and clean yourself up. There will be beauties by your side along the way." Mo Yinhe reminded, and then left here.

Francisco lives in a town near the Elven Forest, where elves are often haunted.Mo Yinhe didn't really want to get in touch with those elves, because...

"Stop! You, the one in front!"

Mo Yinhe sighed, because he would always be picked on by some young elves with restless minds.

Stop as long as you say, where is the style of being a fallen elf?Xiu followed behind Mo Yinhe, he didn't stop, so Xiu naturally wouldn't stop either.In fact, he was also very puzzled. He could see that Tigaririt was an elf, and he had the unique smell of the elves.But other than that, he was nothing like an elf.

Seeing that Mo Yinhe didn't respond, the young elf who called out to stop Mo Yinhe went around to block him.

Mo Yinhe raised his head helplessly, what's the matter, I didn't go into the Elf Forest, why did I act like I had a deep hatred.

"Give Way."

The young elf frowned when he heard this, and he followed three of his companions, trying to stop him, but seeing Mo Yinhe's bad attitude, they all stood behind the young elf, as if to defend him.

Mo Yinhe wanted to roll his eyes even more.Okay, if you don't go, I can go, right?

Mo Yinhe immediately took a detour, but the four elves blocked his way again.

To tell you the truth, Tigari Reit is very grumpy, you know?Mo Yin and his eyes asked what the four young elves were up to.

"You're not an elf, I've never seen an elf like you! Tell me, do you have any conspiracy here?" The young elf in the head was actually a little afraid of the person in front of him, but this person was really suspicious, so he had the duty to ask his real purpose.

Mo Yinhe looked down at the longbow in his hand. His knuckles were white. Although he was asking a question, he seemed as if he would fight if he disagreed.

Xiu didn't say a word, someone wanted to face his master with swords, but he folded his arms like watching a show.To be honest, he also wanted to know who Tigarirett was, and why he fell in love with him alone.

Mo Yinhe raised his eyes, and the black longbow on his back immediately appeared in his hand.

Just like in the arena, his palm slashed across the bowstring, but unlike that time, Mo Yinhe didn't charge for too long, he held the bow and pulled out an arrow in an instant towards the sky.This movement was so fast that the four elves didn't even see his movement clearly.

A long golden arrow, the four elves stared blankly, but when they looked back, they saw that there was no one in front of them.

There is no elf in the elves whose magic bow is golden, unless...

The leading young elf put away his longbow, turned his head and said to his companions, "Let's go."

His companions were puzzled, and it was you who said he had a problem, and you who said he left.

The young elf looked at the fireworks that hadn't dissipated in the sky, and he just suddenly remembered a race.They are heroes and traitors.They have no hatred for this place, and naturally they have no nostalgia.Judging by the people following that person, they should be just passing by.

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On the way back to the hotel, Xiu asked for the first time: "You are not an elf." This sentence was so sure that Mo Yinhe thought he was not.

Mo Yinhe shook his head, Xiu asked, "Then what are you?"

Mo Yinhe picked up Fatty, showed the person at the hotel counter that this was just a dwarf underage, asked for an extra bed in the room, and replied: "I am a fallen elf. I do not belong to the elves. We I am alone."

Xiu didn't continue to ask questions.Although I have never heard of what kind of existence a fallen elf is, but looking at the person in front of me, I don't think it is difficult to understand.It is neither like a natural elf nor a dark elf, but it is indeed an elf family.

They are so lonely.

Mo Yinhe didn't know if Xiu found some commonality from his own ethnic group, and his face was full of deep thought.Speaking of ethnic groups, Mo Yinhe didn't know what ethnic group Xiu was.

Xiu didn't mean to hide it: "I belong to the Bird Clan."

This is a bit of a surprise.Mo Yinhe looked at Xiu, and looked carefully again, but still couldn't find the characteristics that indicated his race.Generally speaking, the hair of the bird race is of various colors, and the body shape is more slender and slender, but neither Mo Yin nor Xiu can find these two obvious characteristics.

"What kind of bird?" Mo Yinhe really didn't expect a bird with black feathers and red eyes. Wait, crow?Crows?

Xiu could easily see what he was thinking from Mo Yinhe's eyes.He shook his head: "I don't know, I have never transformed."

Mo Yinhe stopped talking.This shows that Xiu's bloodline is indeed too weak.He is only a mixed blood, but let the human blood dominate his body, so that he can't transform.

"Do you want to become pure blood?" Bloodlines are very strange, and the most peculiar one should be the dragon race.No matter what bloodline they combine with, there will be mutations, both good and bad.As for the demons and orcs, their bloodlines can evolve.

There is a chance that the Crow Clan can become a stronger Peng Clan, and the Murloc Clan may also become a Yalong Clan.

"Why, is mixed blood bad?" Mo Yinhe didn't expect Xiu's face to darken immediately, he approached Mo Yinhe, and punched the wall behind Mo Yinhe.

The moment Xiu punched, Mo Yinhe's first reaction was to add a formation to Fatty, to make sure that he would not hear their conversation and would not be affected.Don't involve children in adult affairs, which is not conducive to children's growth.And Ah Pang had never seen them quarreling, Mo Yinhe didn't want him to see it.

"I don't care about pure blood and mixed blood." Mo Yinhe replied truthfully.He just wanted to know if Xiu would like to enhance the bloodline.Because the heart of the beast god can not only strengthen the soul, but also evolve the bloodline.

If he doesn't want to, forget it.

Mo Yinhe has always taken it for granted, thinking that as long as it is for his own good, he can help him without telling him.But obviously, now Xiu is very unwilling.

Since Shaviker was promised to go to the Dark Valley, he would naturally go.It's just that Xiu doesn't want the heart of the beast god, and Mo Yin and nature don't force it.

"Remember, I am very satisfied with the present. The only thing I am not satisfied with is that you are the master and I am the servant. I don't need any purified blood, do you understand?" Xiu's face approached, and Mo Yinhe could hear the aggression on him Sexual animal fragrance.

Mo Yin and Hang Mou didn't answer.

Xiu still doesn't understand.

A great swordsman was forced to this point by a sixth-level fighter, and he still didn't understand what it meant.

Mo Yinhe raised his eyes, he stroked Xiu's side face, and then kissed the corner of his lips lightly under his surprised gaze.

Xiu didn't resist, Mo Yinhe was thinking, does he understand now?

Xiu took a step back, looking at Mo Yinhe's eyes that were as cold as ever.

He turned and left, not returning overnight.

When Xiu came back the next day, he only saw Tigaririt dressing the little dwarf.

He didn't say a word, and followed Tigaririt silently, as if what happened last night didn't happen.

They met at the door of Francisco's house and received a pastor who was as decadent as yesterday, and the four left together.

The circuit is more silent than the path from which it came.