Pokemon's Fifth Elite

Chapter 159

Birth, old age and death are also topics that can not be avoided in the elf world. Even those ghost elves with long life will exhaust their energy to maintain their own existence and dissipate in the world one day.

In the real sense, those divine beasts close to eternity have almost no concept of time. Luther doesn't know what concept three thousand years, one thousand years and three hundred years are for King Feng.

Maybe people in Yuanzhu city didn't think that 300 years of long time is for mankind.

For the Phoenix King, the fire that destroyed her trust in human beings was like yesterday, and their fear and resentment against the Phoenix King was like what had just happened.

For Phoenix King, the time span is always very long, so long that every time may be a vicissitude.

Unlike big billed finches, bidiao has no long life. The longest and dreamy memory of them is that a green girl drugged and bandaged their wounds bit by bit.

So the two friends settled in the canyon and guarded the town day after day, year after year, until winter snow came and their souls returned to the land that nurtured them.

The falling feather Festival came to an end with the departure of all flying elves. Most flying elves still wandering in the town consciously can withstand the cold and live in the canyon.

Two days later, chrysanthemum grass leaf had recovered from her illness. Now she was chasing Geely eggs in the yard of the elf center. Joey said that chrysanthemum grass leaf was less than one year old. This was the time to play. Luther and linen simply asked the elves to play with her as entertainment outside of training.

The elves in hemp clothes are OK. It's not the first time to contact the newly hatched elves. Luther's side is not good.

There was a lovely "toy" in the team. All the big guys went up to rub left and right. If it wasn't for the lucky egg holding down Marilyn's head, Marilyn wanted to lick it very much. After all, there was a smell on the chrysanthemum grass leaf.

Luther probably knew the past of chrysanthemum leaves from Geely egg's gesture.

I don't know whether she was abandoned as a dead egg or whether it was just chrysanthemum grass leaf's mother who couldn't come back after an accident. In short, chrysanthemum grass leaf was alone since she was born. When she climbed out of the eggshell, she was in the tree hole.

This is a hell level survival difficulty for an elf. No one teaches her some survival knowledge and tells her the basic knowledge of the world. Everything depends on instinct. Generally speaking, such elves are difficult to survive in the wild.

The first meal of chrysanthemum grass leaf was egg liquid. There was still a lot of egg liquid left. She was so hungry that she even chewed the eggshell and swallowed it.

Fortunately, she was lucky. Today's spring thawed quickly. The lush vegetation near her tree hole provided a rich source of food. She only needed to stretch out a cane whip and beat the branches, and many small trees and fruits would fall down.

The river is also very close, which makes it not so easy for her, because she encounters an accident with a grumpy spirit after walking away.

The good luck of chrysanthemum leaves didn't last long, at least a few days ago.

Feeling the cold weather, she began to store trees and fruits, but it was not a good thing to complete, because all the Elves were busy collecting food for the winter.

Apart from the fruit in front of the tree hole, chrysanthemum leaves got nothing elsewhere. Instead, a ring bear digging a stake gave her some fruit that she couldn't bury... But chrysanthemum leaves didn't dare to take it.

Seeing that the ring bear piled the tree fruit aside, she signaled that she could take some at will. The only response of chrysanthemum leaves was: trap!

She bit the tree fruit she collected and ran all the way. She carefully hid it in the small mound she had made near the tree hole for two or three days before she returned to the tree hole.

Luther has a black line, this silly circle bear... It seems to be the one who changed green mugo with himself.

If it's the circled bear, it should be no problem how much chrysanthemum leaves you take. At least when you exchange with yourself, this big guy is very talkative.

Up to now, chrysanthemum leaves feel that the pile of tree fruits they collected can last a long winter. Luther can't bear to tell her that those tree fruits can't even keep her for a month. Moreover, even the ring bears know that they may have to go out to supplement food in winter. In order to prevent frostbite, they should prepare green fruit in advance, Chrysanthemum leaves, who are not prepared for cold and do not have enough food, can't spend the first month after snow.

After working hard all morning, Ma Yi finally finished his masterpiece.

In the morning, she bought a soft blanket in Luoyu town and changed it a little to make a cotton coat belonging to chrysanthemum leaves.

When chrysanthemum grass leaves were still rubbing on Miaomiao's face, hemp clothes pulled her and put her clothes on.

At first, the chrysanthemum grass leaf twisted her body awkwardly. After a while, she felt the warmth surrounding her body, and she threw herself into the arms of sackcloth happily.

Daye's figure appeared in the yard, and Luther hurried to meet him.

"In fact, I think the feather crown may be cooler. It's too wasteful for you to make a collar."

Luther smiled bitterly: "no way. Consider that we are still traveling. The capacity of the backpack is limited. It is also a problem to change it for storage one day."

Darrow also thought Luther had a point. He gave Luther a collar made of feathers and a small feather fan.

Da is also versatile. He does a good job in cooking. Such weaving work is also very fine. Luther touched the feather fan and knew that Da must have been thinking a lot in the past two days. It's not easy to deal with the feathers just dropped by the elves. It's not a simple process.

Because of the existence of Luoyu tradition, there are many craftsmen in the town who eat weaving. In Daye's words, the craftsmanship of several nearby towns and even cities may not be as good as that here.

Most people only have two or three fallen feathers, and it's almost enough to save them for three or four years to make a feather crown. Luther is so extravagant that he doesn't estimate that he can directly make a fan.

Luther had not put the fan into his backpack before tourists from other places asked him to buy the fan. The scene of falling feathers in the spirit center last night had long been posted on the Internet. Let alone the town, people nearby knew that someone had received a lot of blessing from falling feathers.

Approaching the new year, this festive thing with blessing is very attractive. Locals who believe that Luoyu can only be held by themselves have gradually weakened this concept in the process of inheritance from generation to generation, and trading Luoyu has become an acceptable thing.

But unfortunately, it is normal for someone to want to buy and no one to sell.

Luther rejected all those who wanted to trade the fan. It was not for sale, absolutely not for sale.

This is not a commodity, but the best wishes of the three elves to themselves and their elves.

The faith of the two dying elves alone is priceless. Bargaining is to tarnish everything they have done for chrysanthemum leaves.

When the trap was on the chrysanthemum leaf's neck, the chrysanthemum leaf suddenly stopped making trouble. She sniffed and seemed to realize that this was the smell of the three big birds last night.

Before she could continue to feel it, Marilyn finally caught the moment when Geely's egg was fed pudding by hemp clothes, rushed over, hugged chrysanthemum grass leaf's body, stretched out her tongue and licked the leaves on Chrysanthemum grass leaf's head.

Before the chrysanthemum leaves could struggle, Marilyn threw out her tongue and flashed aside... Smelling the fragrance, licking it tasteless, lost!

Marilyn couldn't escape. Shuttlecock cotton and cherulian, who had been taking care of chrysanthemum leaves, caught her.

A child with the same attribute came to the team. Shuttlecock cotton was the most excited. Seeing that Marilyn was always playing tricks on Chrysanthemum leaves, shuttlecock cotton decided to teach Marilyn a little lesson.

Luther turned his head and decided to ignore Marilyn's howl. Anyway, she was a fine elf at dinner. There was no need to worry at all.

Luther's experience of hatching chrysanthemum leaves thought of the elf eggs in his backpack,.

Wild eggs will be put on the market after three months of observation. When they reach the hands of trainers, the normal incubation time is about one to three months.

Luther felt that chrysanthemum leaves were more likely to be discarded as dead eggs. Obviously, the incubation time of chrysanthemum leaves exceeded the trainer's psychological expectations, and there was no moving elf eggs, which made him give up during the trip.

Luther touched the elf egg and said with emotion, "it's all right. Don't worry. I have a lot of time and can afford to wait."

Before night fell, Luther and Joey came to the canyon with some elf food.

After the falling feather Festival, the canyon regained a lot of vitality. Many elves returned here with hay and dead branches found in the woods near the town to continue to consolidate their nests on the rock wall. They were very busy.

After putting the small half of the cart of ELF food on the ground, Joey took a breath and shouted to the rock wall, "big billed Finch, bidiao, I'll come to see you!"

The busy elf looked back at Joey and turned back after realizing that it had nothing to do with himself.

"It's really not good. Will you go to town?" Joey continued to shout when he saw no response. "The town has built a cabin for you all the time. It will be very comfortable."

Chrysanthemum leaves followed Joey and whispered with Joey. She also wanted to see the two big birds that looked very interesting again.

Luther and Ma Yi watched Joey shouting all the way. Occasionally, some elves on the rock walls on both sides would stretch out their heads to catch a glimpse of Joey, but there were no figures like eagles and big billed finches.

On the way back, Joey seemed a little disappointed. Ma Yi didn't know how to comfort Joey, so he had to signal Luther to hurry up.

When Luther was about to say something, Joey spoke first.

"They don't seem to want to talk to me."

"They just don't want to see you."

Ma Yi's face is confused. Is this persuasion?

"In their opinion, death will infect the atmosphere of sadness. Since it will make you unhappy, it's better to stop like this. It's good for both sides."

"Do you think so?"

"Yes."

Joey lowered his head gloomily, Luther said suddenly.

"But what I think is different from what you want to do. This view is that their view has nothing to do with you. If I were you, I would go to the canyon and shout every day. If I can't, I'll take a tape recorder and repeat it all day."

"Bi Diao and big billed finch can continue to shrink, but his neighbors may not be happy."