Elf Dark Insect Master

Chapter 882 Little Girl, Mu Yuchai

Wutong nodded secretly. The beauties in the elf world are naturally of a higher standard. Her lips really look a bit like cherry, which is so bright that it makes people want to cry. .xssodu.

To compare this world with that world, this is probably better. Both men and women are more "colorful", but I think even the races are different, so the average appearance score is higher, and it affects eye color. It’s not surprising that iris pigments and genes representing hair and skin color are more active and free.

With Wutong starting the conversation, the conversation can go on.

From time to time, Zi asked about some fragments of Wutong's wonderful stories that interested her.

Wutong, on the other hand, took the opportunity to ask about something he was interested in. Zi knew some knowledge and experience about the mission.

Chatting is not difficult. Even an otaku can become a chat expert in a short time, as long as his personality is not the kind of person who likes to argue constantly.

The difficulty lies in observation.

First of all, you must have enough observation skills to be able to discover or test out the other person's points of interest in the shortest possible time, and then use this to arouse resonance of interest, so that the chat can proceed smoothly.

Because most chats fail, it's usually because one of the two parties has a desire to express themselves, but the other party doesn't.

This is the difference between "You are so boring, I don't want to talk to you." and "Huh? You are interesting. What did you mean by what you just said? Let's have a good chat?"

Therefore, once the resonance of interests is formed and the two people are on the same channel, for example, if Wutong talks about a topic that Zi is interested in, Zi will feel that he is a like-minded person and someone who can understand her, so she will express her feelings towards him. The desire to express is something everyone has.

But now, what Wutong uses is to test, that is, to express a lot of information by telling stories first. As long as any part of any story arouses Zi's curiosity, then he can use this point to cut in, follow Zi's clues, and start a chat. , let’s all eat melon happily together.

The coachman driving the Kentero was very curious. From time to time in the carriage behind him came the chuckles of the young and beautiful female boss. The laughter was subtle, and one could still imagine the image of a reserved woman covering her mouth and half-smiling. She was usually nice to people. They were all polite, as if they were wearing a mask. I had never felt so "natural" as today.

After entering the city, the carriage...the ox cart...the Kentero cart arrived at the door of a small villa in the city.

The driver of the carriage and the armored middle-aged men riding goats all saw the black-haired boy get out of the carriage first, and then stretch out his hand toward the carriage, dispelling the inappropriateness of this action with just one sentence.

"Sister Zi, you noble young boys should help you like they are acting at this time, right?"

"Of course."

Zi smiled, stretched out her slender right hand to gently lift the curtain, and held up the skirt with her left hand. Then she lowered her right hand and handed it to the young boy who was actually a head shorter than her, using his hand as a point of support. , calmly and lightly leaped to the ground.

"But if you want to imitate them, it's not easy. At least you have to change your clothes."

"Forget it, forget it, I can't learn from a real noble nobleman, so I'd better just be my little orphan and be free."

Wutong smiled brightly, but her eyes were a little lonely. Ziyou was a delicate woman with keen observation. When she saw this, she felt a lot of heartache for this young boy for no reason.

She also learned that his strange voice was caused by burns. Later, by chance, he was able to heal the burns on his face. However, his parents died early, and he has been working hard to live alone until he is only thirteen years old. Many teenagers of this age, She is still acting coquettishly with her parents every day. Even she is still studying in school at this age and can go home to reunite with her parents during the holidays. Unlike him, he still has to stubbornly pretend to be so free and easy in front of others. How can she not? I feel a little admiration but also pity and distress.

Of course, Zi is not that naive and thinks that he can't lie. It's just that because of her background, she has seen many intrigues. When we chatted just now, she didn't notice that the other party felt like lying. Besides, after she goes back, she will definitely She will use her connections to investigate and find out whether this young boy's past is true or not. If it is true or false, she will not be stingy with some help. After all, Wutong's other identity is that he is a fellow student. She can give him help and win over him, which will kill two birds with one stone. good thing.

As soon as the two of them entered the door of the small villa, Wutong noticed that someone nearby was focusing on him.

As a person with superpowers, especially those with mental powers, of course he reacted instantly, which was much stronger than women's so-called sixth sense. He looked over immediately.

"Ignore him, let's go in."

Zi on the side smiled and nodded in greeting, but at the same time he said this to Wutong. After the latter saw it, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, as expected, women are all born actors.

"Miss Ziyun! Miss Ziyun!"

The man did not give up so easily, and ran towards here while shouting.

This section of the road was enough for Wutong to see clearly that the decorations on his clothes were not the kind of aristocratic clothing with smooth texture, complicated patterns, and layered texture. It wasn't the kind of coarse linen clothes commonly worn by civilians. It was made of a kind of fabric he didn't recognize. It looked relatively simple and similar to the clothes worn by the middle class.

Wutong almost didn't need to guess anything at this time. Just by looking at the other person's expression when he looked at the photo paper, he knew that this man was fascinated.

He took a step back slightly and handed the man over to the woman beside him.

Zi was a little helpless, thinking why you don't behave like a noble now, she said to this man: "Artus, I have already said that I already have a fiancé, and it is not appropriate for you to come to me like this all the time. "

The man called Aster actually looks pretty good, at least he has good facial features, and if he dresses up well, he still looks good-looking. But at this time, he had a pleading look on his face and said to the beautiful woman in front of him. : "But it's been almost half a year since you came here, and he hasn't even come to visit you, but I am completely infatuated with you. Why can't you accept my love?"

Zi is really one of the two at this time, and the martyr girl is afraid of stalking the man. Although she is not a martyr girl, she is not the kind of character who can be so cruel and hurt others. She can only do this to stalk a man who is not interested. She looked helplessly at the young boy next to her and found that he was looking at her with a strange expression. Then an idea arose in her mind, she turned her gaze to Wutong, and then said: "He is my fiancé..."

After saying half a sentence, both men's faces changed color at the same time.

"...'s younger brother, now he is fighting for the territory in my hometown, and he sent me here because he was worried about my safety. How can I betray him?"

Ziyun's words seemed like those in a drama. After they came out, Astor turned around and left with a look of despair.

Wutong's expression was really weird at this moment. He glanced at the back figure of Aster, who looked like a dog, and thought that the description in a certain movie was really accurate. Then he looked back at Zi and said funnyly: "You almost missed it." It scared me."

"What? Little brother Wutong, do you really want to be my fiancé?" Zi laughed, stretched out his slender finger, poked Wutong's forehead, and said slightly naughtily: "That's much better. Two years of food, otherwise you won’t have the strength to pick me up, let alone go to fight in my hometown.”

The age difference between the two parties is a bit big. I only know that my actual age is 19 years old, but according to my hometown, it is 20 years old on the ID card. Even so, it is still younger than this young boy who already looks like a 16-year-old boy. , a full 6 years older, she didn't think there would be any sparks between the two of them as siblings.

Wutong was teased by such a beautiful young girl, and it was difficult to say that there was no fluctuation in his heart. As the two memories continued to merge, a balance was gradually reached. Now Wutong is no longer as mature as before, and is a bit younger. So at this time, he raised his head and looked at the tall purple-haired girl who was only as tight as her lips, and he asked: "Sister Zi, you mean you don't have a real fiancé yet... It doesn't matter, I have a big appetite. I also love sports, and maybe I’ll be as tall as you in another year.”

Now that Zi is wearing shoes, she looks almost 1 meters tall. She is really quite tall. If she puts on high heels, it will be really incredible. Most men can only look down on her.

Although Wutong seems to be growing a little taller every day, he is still just over 1 meters including shoes. His actual biological age, plus the year he spent traveling back to the island, should be 7 and a half years old.

Zi didn't pay attention to the young boy's words. At this time, she unlocked the door of her house and turned back to Wutong and said, "You can sit here for a while while I go upstairs to change clothes. You definitely don't have a place to live. Nora and the other two sisters I live with my brother, so you might as well stay in the guest room on the first floor with me."

"Thank you!" Wutong nodded. This is one of the benefits of forming a team. Everyone can share resources and help each other.

After changing clothes for a full 10 minutes, Zicai appeared at the door of the stairs. Wutong, who had almost eaten half of the plate of fruits, felt that what he just said was true. With the amount of exercise he did every day and the habits he had cultivated. It is really possible for Cheng's appetite to reach the other party's level in one year.

He looked up and felt his eyes light up.

Zi changed into a light outfit. After her waist-length hair was untied, she tied it into a simple ponytail. She walked with her steps, gently swaying behind her. The innermost part was a silk white dress. It has long sleeves, a simple cloud-like pattern on the neckline, and a purple women's vest on the outside. However, the texture can be seen with the naked eye to be hard, but it does not crush the owner's upper body into a flat plate. It stubbornly highlights an obvious larger arc, and outside the purple vest, there is a simple red coat, without any fancy, it is a very retro purple with red.

"In this day and age, are there any clothes for sale that look as good as yours?"

"Didn't I say before that one of the two stores I acquired is a tailor shop, and these are all designed by me."

No girl doesn't like to be praised by others, and Zi is not that shy and introverted character, so after going downstairs, she lifted up her skirt politely in front of Wutong, spun around on one foot, and revealed some of her dancing skills. .

Her lower body is wearing a purple dress that looks thicker and warmer. On the purple skirt, there are strips of white and gray lines that are narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with light and dark changes on the left and right, simulating the characteristics of a pleated skirt. Some white simple patterns of marine elements such as shells and boats are scattered all over the dress, making the bottom of the purple skirt seem to turn into a deep ocean.

"I think these designs should be ready for competition."

Wutong was sincerely complimenting her this time. Even from his aesthetic point of view, if Zi was telling the truth, then her design level was really good.

Of course, the main reason is that she has a figure that shows off clothes. Otherwise, if she were someone else, it would be the difference between a seller's show and a buyer's show on an online shopping platform.

Zi personally helped Wutong organize some things needed for the guest room. Wutong asked curiously: "Didn't you hire a servant?"

"There is no need. I am an independent woman in the new era. I can still do housework. In addition, my status here is not that of a noble. I also rent a bodyguard when taking a taxi. I hired someone to take charge of the two houses under my banner." There are some security issues in this store, after all, there are still a lot of petty thefts in this era."

"I'm a little curious. For example, this time, if the maximum limit of the materials that each person can carry alone, such as gold nuggets, is converted into consumption power, the comparison unit is the annual consumption of a family of four people. So how many years of consumption power can be offset?”

"Well... it depends on how you spend it. If the family still has a normal job, even a light job with relatively little money, then saving some money may be enough for a lifetime, but if the children have to ask someone to find a good job, Or the dowry for marrying off a wife, the total of these may not be enough. In addition, the things that everyone can carry, just like you said using gold as an example, it seems that the higher the level of the entrance, the more things they can carry. Many, currently the lowest level, 1 kilogram seems to be the upper limit for newcomers like you, but those students with entrance trees more than 20 meters high seem to be able to carry dozens of kilograms."

Wutong nodded. According to Zi's answer, the only ones who can take advantage of the limitations of this transmission mechanism are elves. Unfortunately, elves do not have the Midas touch skill, but if you think about it carefully, there may be some. That is Meow Meow. Cornucopia skill.

"Then maybe you can find someone to try it next time. Bring 6 cats in and use the cornucopia together to save a bunch of gold coins."

Listening to Wutong's whimsical thoughts, Ziye also smiled and said: "Don't talk about this yet, I heard that someone has actually tried it. Even now, some people seem to be using this method, that is, a team with a fixed number of people, one of whom If you sacrifice a little, or everyone brings a few cats, you can indeed get a lot of start-up capital when you start, and you can do things more conveniently."

Next, the two of them went out and naturally went to find the two siblings, Obino and Nora.

The carriage was still waiting, and Wutong was thinking about the teleportation restrictions at that entrance on the road. He still couldn't figure it out.

Why do restrictions exist and what are the standards? Even if there is a limit of 6 elves, 6 Rattata are also 6, and 6 Kuailata are also 6. But in terms of their body energy, maybe 60 Rattas can't compare to the energy accumulated in one Kuailata. Huge energy.

Thinking from this perspective, energy does not seem to be a problem for the existence that teleports them. If this is the case, then why is Xiang Wutong not allowed to carry various props to complete the mission?

If he didn't bring the props, why were there no problems with gold nuggets and jewelry? Is the judgment mechanism behind this intelligent?

In fact, there are many problems, but Wutong is just idle and bored, thinking about it and passing the time.

But while walking on the street, the car suddenly stopped.

"what happened?"

"Miss Ziyun, there is an elf battle ahead."

The coachman replied loudly, and the two people in the carriage looked at each other.

"In this era, do people often fight on the street?"

"It's not common, but it's not uncommon either. It's a bit similar to a noble duel, because generally the people who can afford the status of the elves used in the battle are either wealthy businessmen or nobles."

Once Zi explained it like this, Wutong probably understood what was going on.

"That's right, I'll go down and take a look."

"I'm not going."

Wutong got out of the car, he planned to see the fighting level of this place.

Because if you want to climb to a high position and become famous, it is nothing more than business, politics, literature and the military. Forget about civil affairs, politics is not easy to deal with. Businessmen can consider it, but the military field is also possible.

Controlling an army means having people under your command, and it will be much easier to search for marks on others.

It's a pity that this place is a bit closed. Otherwise, if you can sneak into another hostile country to join the army, and then climb to a high position to launch attacks here, it will be much easier to do whatever you want in the war.

The two sides who were fighting were a man and a woman, both young people. The elves they used were the Kalos-specific elves that were not common in the Hezhu region in the future era where he and Zi were.

In Wutong's eyes, the command level of a Digger Rabbit and a Rocket Sparrow was appalling. However, the wildness of the two elves was pretty good. They had not been worn down too much and they dared to fight and kill.

But this means there are often some surprises.

The two elves seemed to have fought too hard, and their eyes were red. Among them, the Digger was forced to the direction of the sycamore by the Rocket Sparrow, and was hit hard by a charged flame, and was actually sent flying towards the crowd.

The crowd exclaimed.

Wutong could have escaped early, but he didn't.

Because the Digger Rabbit held on, it was still two or three meters away from the sycamore tree, spread its legs, and stopped.

But at this moment, the young woman shouted and asked Rocket Bird to use sparks.

A ball of sparks flew in the direction of Wutong again.

The Digger Rabbit dug a hole on the spot, but the sparks did not stop and continued to hit the sycamore.

At this moment, if Zi were here, she would be surprised.

Because it was hard for her to imagine that the young boy who had always impressed her as a cheerful and intelligent boy had a ferocious expression on his face at this moment.

The sparks before his eyes awakened some bad memories in him.

In particular, the sparks were not directed at him, but at a little girl rushing out not far from him. The little girl was only eight or nine years old. Her clothes were a little dirty and tattered, unlike those from a wealthy family. That's why I took the risk and rushed out of the crowd, because the Digger Rabbit's retreat just now made the audience watching the show take a few steps back. I don't know who it was, leaving behind a wooden feather hairpin with three red ropes tied to it. feather.

The little girl ran towards the wooden feather hairpin.

And the sparks are meant to hit in this direction.