Chapter 43

"Xiao Yan, come down to dinner!"

"Here we are."

Mo Yan walks down the creaking wooden ladder with a bandage wrapped around his right hand. Below, an old woman of nearly 70 is neatly placing dishes and chopsticks.

In the small living room, an old man with a shriveled mouth and a white beard was happily watching the wonderful clips of last year's urban regional league competition.

"Look, come to dinner, people are old..." the old woman pointed to the old man with a different attitude towards silent words, and then muttered that she didn't know what to complain about.

Silent speech obediently sat in his seat and waited for dinner. After a long time, the old man with white beard staggered to the restaurant less than ten meters from the living room.

"Xiao Yan, I think there are powerful crocodiles in the imperial three families in the city capital area..."

"Bang!"

"Eat!" The old woman threw the bowl in front of the old man and glared at him. Then she gently put the second bowl of rice in front of silent speech.

"Thank you, grandma takeno"

"Hey, I cooked a fish today. Eat more."

"Well"

The old man opposite opened his mouth and didn't say anything. He could only silently pick up the white rice, fiercely planed a few mouthfuls, and casually sandwiched some small dishes. The fish in the middle didn't touch at all!

"Here!" Takeno personally gave the old man a piece of fish without fine bones. He didn't persuade him, but just ate it himself.

"Put more spicy next time," the old man said, pretending to be picky, and then smacked his mouth.

"Next time you burn it?"

"Ha ha, I think it tastes good. Xiao Yan, don't you think so?" The old man retreated and found himself a step by the way.

"Well, delicious!"

Silent words smiled. The old couple's interest is to quarrel. You and I are like two children.

Grandma's name is Zhuye. She is a local fruit farmer in lingguo town. She mainly cultivates some blue orange fruits, sweet peach fruits and other trees with large circulation and very common fruits.

The old man with white beard, Zhengxin, is also a native of lingguo town. However, when he was young, he went out to become a trainer and traveled for a period of time. When his strength was strongest, there was a quasi heavenly king heracross as the main force.

When he found that his dream was getting farther and farther away and the reality was approaching, he had no choice but to return to lingguo town and help his relatives and neighbors deal with some problems such as elves stealing trees and fruits. He had a leisurely life.

Silent words listen to these family leaders, and their hearts calm down slowly.

After dinner, Mo Yan goes out of the house. Both Zhuye know that Mo Yan is a good trainer, so remind him to come back for dinner on time.

After leaving the ghost ship organization, Mo Yan always had a sense of crisis and felt that he was not strong enough, so he almost arranged the training plan full.

Of course, with a large amount of training, elves can improve faster, but there are also many hidden dangers.

The first is skill proficiency. Except for several frequently used attack skills, other skills are in a state of being able to use, which is of little use in the actual combat process.

Soroyak has dark blasting to support the facade, so it is not very obvious. Ghost stone is different. The effects of other skills are very general except shadow ball and sludge bomb.

Secondly, after entering the elite level, the most important thing is not to quickly improve the level, but to exert their abilities as much as possible, such as the unique characteristics of elves, the addition of personality to combat, the proficiency and in-depth development of skills, and so on.

"Soroyak's hallucination needs to be practiced. In the battle above 3v3, joint defense and raid through hallucination are almost one standard!"

As murmur spoke, he wrote the important points in his notebook. At this time, a vague sight fell on him.

The perceptive silent words immediately found each other. At a glance, a little dark boy carefully hid behind the big tree, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Whoosh!"

It seemed that he had been found. The little boy hid behind the tree in panic and didn't dare to show up.

Mo Yan looked at the string ball that was teased by ghost stone. It should be that these two guys attracted the little boy's attention.

There is no multi pronged approach. Mo Yan continues to concentrate on making training plans, first soroyak, then ghost stone, Kira and string ball.

One by one, after sorting out their training plans, Mo Yan took the thread ball and ghost to go deeper into the forest, and then released the remaining soloyak and Kira.

For several days in a row, silent speech has lived such a dull life. The amount of ELF training is not very large, but more familiar with his own abilities.

The little boy clocked in on time every day, but he just hid behind the tree and quietly watched the silent speech training without bothering.

Mo Yan doesn't care. He won't release yukira outside the forest. The little boy only sees soroyak and them all the time.

The so-called breaking muscles and bones for a hundred days, although silent's physical quality is much better than that of ordinary people, it can't completely recover in a few days.

Moreover, lingguo town is very peaceful and peaceful. Except for the boss who collects trees and fruits every half a month, almost no one else comes back.

Finally, after the little boy kept peeping for a week, silent walked towards him with some interest.

The first thing that catches the eye is a dark pot cover head, and then a wheat colored arm exposed to the sun.

Although the silent speech is not big, it has been growing wildly for a long time. It is nearly 1.56 meters high.

"What's up?" I haven't talked to others condescending for a long time. Silent speech has a little more favor for the little boy for a while.

"Nothing... Nothing, I just want to see..." the naughty child shook his head in panic in front of silent words, as if he had been bullied.

"Really?"

"... really"

"Then don't bother me later," murmured, with no expression on the surface, but suddenly a little devil said in his heart.

"Ah? I... "the little boy flushed his cheeks, some angry and some desperate.

"Walk slowly."

"I... I have something!" The little boy shouted and turned to leave.

"Then you say, what's the matter?" Mo Yan picked up the thread ball that was playfully pulling his trouser leg and asked carelessly.

"I want to be an elf trainer!" Although the little boy felt that there was a gap between his silent words and his imagination, he still spoke out his thoughts.

"And then?"

"Then? What then? " The little boy was a little cute and asked silently.

"Then what can I do for you?"

"I..."

The little boy was a little confused. What did he come to Moyan for? But some time ago, when he heard that an elf trainer came to the town, he couldn't wait to come and see what kind of trainer he was looking forward to.

But it seems a little wrong. Are trainers like this? He doesn't believe it!