MTL - Lord of the Magical Beasts-Chapter 15 Shepherd

After the female assassin storm, Yang Ling returned to the elf tribe and fell asleep. Although I know that Sophia has misunderstood, this kind of thing is constantly changing and it is more chaotic. For a moment, it is not only unclear, but I am afraid that it will be more and more black. For the time being, it is better to let it go.

Although there was no way to go back in time, but when it came, Yang Ling understood that he complained about it all day, but he tried to adapt.

Life is like rape. Since you can't break free, it's better to enjoy it with meditation. In the vagueness, Yang Ling remembered a classic that he saw on the Internet many years ago.

For the immigrant assassin who came to the assassination, Yang Ling was a little surprised, but he was not always worried. After all, I have escaped from the first day and can't hide from the fifteenth. It will come sooner or later, and it is king to quickly improve my strength. It's like hunting in the forest. You never know when you will encounter a beast. Only a capable hunter can survive in both attacks and sneak attacks.

Sophia is very beautiful, it seems....., the female assassin is also growing well!

In the middle of the battle, Yang Ling remembered the big eyes of Sophia and the water snake waist that Ying Ying can hold, followed by the picture, and remembered the pretty face of the female assassin.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Lingmo heard a fascinating song in the vagueness. In Lin Haisheng's ‘哗啦’哗, it’s faint, like a girl’s whispering, and like a whisper of a priest’s prayer.

After listening to the moment, Yang Ling quietly followed the song and went out. Stepping on the dewy Mess grass, crossing a crystal clear stream, came to a broad-leaved pine forest.

Under a towering old tree, Sofia, dressed in white, turned around the old tree and whispered something in the elf language. Like singing the folk songs of the elves and tribes, and whispering something to the old trees, tears and tears, every turn, they shed a few drops of crystal tears.

I don't know if it is a coincidence or an illusion. Yang Ling feels that Sofia has a tear every time, and the branches and leaves on the old trees are screaming, and it seems to echo Sophia.

"Sofia!" Looking at the elf girl I saw, I looked at the sad tears on her face, and Yang Ling couldn't help but whispered.

"Yang Ling, you....., how come you are here?" After wiping the tears on his face, Sophia quickly stopped the light footsteps and flushed her face.

"I just dreamed of a big beauty, and I heard your voice!" Yang Ling smiled and strode over and sat down next to Sophia. "Well, beautiful elf girl, you broke my dream." Say, how can I compensate for my loss?"

"Compensate you!" Seeing Yang Ling and making his own jokes again, Sophia was flushed. After hesitating for a moment, he braved the courage and asked softly: "You don't go with the girl you dated, what did you do in the middle of the night?"

Dating?

Looking at the tears on Sophia's face, Yang Ling vaguely understood something and shook his head. "Sophia, the woman is an assassin. I almost died in her hand. What kind of date?"

"Hey, you humans are like this, every man is more than a horse!" Sophia's eyes are red, obviously do not believe Yangling's ghosts. Ask, which female assassin will romantically send a slender and small shoe to the assassination target? Legend has it that the human aristocratic wind is very incomparable, often holding a plate of Sharo pork and still looking at the shaman in the pot. It seems that it is true.

Lies are easier to believe than the truth. It seems that changing the world is no different.

After shaking his head and smiling again, Yang Ling understands that the more he will go blacker, the more he will turn the subject. "If the tree is spiritual, I am afraid that you will keep turning like you, and you will not dizzy, he will be dizzy!"

"Stun you!" Sophia smiled and said: "This is the oldest tree in our tribe. It has been said that it has been more than 8,000 years old. Although it is impossible to cultivate the dead wood guards, the spirituality is the highest. What do I say? Can understand!"

A spiritual old tree?

Seeing Sophia said that the whole person was attached to the old tree, Yang Ling was on the rise and gently posted. Suddenly, an unspeakable wave was uploaded from the trunk of a dozen people, and as his heartbeat steadily swayed, as if he was talking about something.

Old tree into fine?

Recalling the story of Liaozhai I saw when I was young, Yang Ling’s heart is moving, mysterious witchcraft can domesticate Warcraft, and maybe it also has a role in the mountain tree demon.

Under the ghost, Yang Ling bite the right index finger and gently press it up. When the time is up, the wound seems to have touched a bottomless pit, and the blood and witch power surge like the Yellow River.

"Ah, Yang Ling, what's the matter with you?"

Seeing that Yang Ling suddenly squatted, no one was coloring, Sophia screamed. However, just as she was preparing to go forward to support Yang Ling, I saw him snoring and grabbed a blood-red bead from his arms and swallowed it. Followed by the towering old trees surrounded by more than a dozen people, the ‘call’ lost.

In the confusion, Yang Ling once again unconsciously came to the mysterious space where the witch tower is located. I saw the towering witch tower in front of me. I don’t know when there was a big tree surrounded by more than a dozen people. Many bee beasts and evil eyes were turning around. Some climbed up the trunk, and some leaned comfortably on the branches~www.novelbuddy.com~ The branches were leafy and full of green, and I don’t know why. Yang Ling always had a familiar feeling, and walked gently touched it. Huge trunk. Soon, there was an unspeakable wave of volatility on the trunk, and he tried to express anything to him.

Before Yang Ling carefully understood the fluctuations, suddenly, his head was cold, and consciousness slowly withdrew from the mysterious space. When I opened my eyes and saw it, I saw that the elder elders had not come over, and the staff in his hand made a faint green light, as if he had just cast any spells.

"Yang Ling, you are fine!" Seeing Yang Ling open his eyes, Sophia finally breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't understand how the towering old trees would lose their eyes when they blinked, and they couldn't understand how Yang Ling suddenly stopped working. In a panic, he hurried back to inform Grandpa.

Seeing the location of the towering ancient trees, there is only one big pit left. Then think about the big trees seen in the mysterious space. Yang Ling’s heart moves and subconsciously pinches a handprint. In the blink of an eye, a dead wood guard with a giant mace in his height of twenty meters is in front of his eyes.

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Unlike the dead wood guards summoned by Sophia, the big wood in front of Yang Ling grows a lot of green buds, and the watermelon-sized eyes are fascinating. Adding a piece of basalt-like high-lifting muscles, it looks very incomparable.

"God, there is a spiritual dead tree warrior!" After the accident, the elder elder pointed at Yang Ling's old voice and shouted, "Yang Ling, you....., are you a shepherd?"