Chapter 152

Luther and Mayi left Baidai city in the farewell of dishes and trainee trainers.

Basil finally returned to the Baidai Taoist hall to continue to strengthen herself, pick up what she once thought she no longer needed and study seriously.

For dishes, this is probably a gift left by Luther. Before he left, he still helped the child who went the wrong way to find a suitable way for her.

I don't know if there will be this child's name in the list of Baidai Taoist hall many years later, or if this child will go out and create his own fame.

The time of travel began to flow again. Luther and Mayi did not choose to go to edge city and curtain city. The former is the Taoist hall with ghost attribute, and the latter is the location of the Taoist hall with fighting attribute.

Luther chose to continue north.

He and Ma Yi only turned on the danger zone reminder on their mobile phones instead of looking at the specific map. He found that such behavior was much more interesting than planning each trip.

This is an optional trip. When you are tired, spread your tent, light a bonfire, and heat your dry food and food.

When happy, he chased the trace of the spirit seen by his eyes and followed it all the way.

When Luther and Ma Yi blocked a chrysanthemum leaf that had fled all the way biting the tree fruit in the tree hole, they both looked at the trembling chrysanthemum leaf and laughed.

Of course, the tree fruit of chrysanthemum leaves was not protected. A very overbearing Marilyn robbed the tree fruit and ate it with relish.

Chrysanthemum grass leaf's mood is very complex. He has more food stored behind him for the winter. He is ready to be robbed. However, he didn't expect that the two people didn't go to see the trees and fruits, but took down the tent from their backpack and started camping.

For chrysanthemum leaves, a tent the size of a hill stood in front of the tree hole. A group of Elves were busy around the tent, and chrysanthemum leaves, who were still biting trees and fruits, stared at everything in front of them.

The winter night came very fast. As soon as Luther was busy setting up camp, it was already dark.

A bonfire was burning in front of the tree hole. Luther and hemp clothes carried a lot of dried meat. It was a luxurious picnic with a little water and dry food.

Chilulian and Ibrahimovic mostly eat tree fruits. There are still many hanging tree fruits in the field at the beginning of winter. In the mentality that I don't pick trees and fruits is also fertile land, Luther sweeps all the way when she sees trees and fruits. This pleasure of harvesting in the field is simply too comfortable. It can be comparable. Only when the end of the world comes, she found a supermarket with plenty of goods alone.

Chrysanthemum grass leaf squatted in the corner of the big tree hole. At first, she carefully protected the fruit she had accumulated. However, when the bonfire lit up, Luther and hemp clothes were there, and the aroma of hot food floated, she gradually felt at ease.

These two people really don't seem to be interested in their own trees and fruits, except the hateful, round blue spherical spirit!

Gradually relieved, the chrysanthemum leaves poked their heads at the edge of the tree hole. This move was discovered by cherulian. She poked Luther around her.

Luther looked back and saw the leaves on her head. The guy who thought he was hiding had long been exposed.

After searching, Luther found the sweet cherry jam he bought in miare from the lucky egg bag, took water from the nearby stream, put it on the fire pond to boil, and gave each elf a hot drink after dinner.

The sweet smell of sweet cherry fruit made the leaves on the head of chrysanthemum grass swing back and forth. Hidden at the edge of the tree hole, she heard a footsteps closer and closer and closed her body again.

Something poked the leaves on the chrysanthemum leaf's head, which made her run back to the depths of the tree hole.

"Marilyn robbed you of your food just now. I'm sorry. Please have some of this."

With that, Luther returned to the tent.

Chrysanthemum leaves came to the hole smelling the good smell and carefully observed the sweet cherry juice in the transparent cup.

When she wanted to drink, the problem appeared... She couldn't reach her mouth!

This cylindrical, juice cup perfectly makes her a crow who can't drink water.

Chrysanthemum leaf tried to roll the big leaves on his head into the cup and bring out the juice. However, the moment he took back the leaves, the juice was all spilled.

It's really hard to lick and drink with a cane whip dipped in the juice. The aggrieved chrysanthemum leaves whine and circle around the cup.

It was not only cherulian who found her, but all the elves who were eating dinner looked at her, and more than a dozen eyes locked on her.

Aware of the sight of the chrysanthemum leaves, they ran back to the tree hole again.

Luther came to the tree hole and knocked at the tree hole: "if you don't mind, I'll feed you and drink."

This is also a helpless move. Every ELF's food basin is in use, and there is no suitable container for chrysanthemum leaves.

Chrysanthemum grass leaf hesitated, drilled out of the tree hole and opened his mouth.

Luther picked up the cup and poured the juice into the chrysanthemum leaf's mouth little by little. He didn't leave with the cup until the cup bottomed out and the chrysanthemum leaf gave a satisfied cry.

He enjoyed the interaction with wild elves. Every time Luther and Mayi flirted with wild elves, they would put some trees and fruits they found near them.

Or set up a camp near their nest to help them block the wind all night.

Last time, a big tail liked sweet cherry fruit very much. He just exchanged some dried fruit with Luther with his own storage.

Another hyperactive ape took two green berries and exchanged three pieces of dried meat with himself.

And a huge ring bear was about to hibernate. Smelling the taste of green fruit in Luther's bag, he even held some honey collected in the hollowed stump to exchange green fruit with himself.

Lvmuguo is a very important fruit in the eyes of many elves. You must reserve one or two. It seems that the ring bear in front of you can't find the tree fruit you want before winter comes.

Luther bought two cans of green fruit mixture in miare, which was enough for him to use for a long time, so Luther readily put the two green fruit on the palm of the ring bear.

The big man touched his head, turned back and left. After a while, he turned back and motioned Luther to go with him.

Luther and hemp clothes followed the circle bear to a dead wood. They saw him digging hard. After a while, they turned up a lot of trees and fruits from the ground and some strange things dropped by the trainers passing through the road.

The empty fairy ball, shiny jewelry, several pieces of chocolate and instant noodles that had not even passed the shelf life, the big man with collection habits displayed these things in front of Luther and motioned him to take them at will.

Luther looked at the ownerless ornaments and smiled at the linen clothes. He felt like he had found the treasure.

He took away the ornaments, chocolate and instant noodles, and found some elves' favorite from the tree fruit pile. Luther took out his canned mixture, found a transparent small bag, poured a little into it, tied it tightly, and handed it to the ring bear.

The circle bear knew what was in the bag and waved to show that he didn't need so much. However, Luther didn't take it back. The circle bear forced into his hand had to help Luther watch the night until Luther left the camp.

Luther felt like a merchant walking on the silk road. The goods in his hands were constantly exchanged, and then returned to his hands in other forms. There were no robbers and sandstorms here.

There are chills and Shusha before winter, as well as a group of curious elves watching themselves and in sackcloth.

The object of their transaction can't speak. Everything depends on gestures. However, the transaction between the two sides is deceptive.

Chrysanthemum leaves squat on their own tree and fruit mountain, hesitating to pick and choose among the trees and fruits.

This one is a little broken. You can't give it to him.

I like this one very much... I can't bear it.

This one is too small to fit. I have to change it.

After looking for it for a long time, she piled the fruit at the door with a cane whip, came to Luther and rubbed him with the leaves on her head.

Luther saw the pile of trees and fruits, the rattan whip of chrysanthemum leaves, pointed to the juice held by cherulian, and looked forward to it.

Luther shook his head. The chrysanthemum leaves quickly ran to her tree and fruit mountain and found some more. However, Luther stopped her behavior. She put a little cherry jam in a small bag and sealed it. She demonstrated how to open and brew in front of the chrysanthemum leaves and put it in front of her.

He didn't plan to trade with chrysanthemum leaves. Judging from the tree hole collection of chrysanthemum leaves, she would be very difficult this winter. She didn't see the potential danger lured by aroma and delicious food.

Chrysanthemum leaves looked at the sweet cherry jam in front of them and glanced back and forth on the tree fruit and jam.

In her opinion, these two things should not be equivalent. Their own trees and fruits should not be comparable to this wonderful taste. They should earn money in this way.

However, she was overwhelmed by Luther White's gift. She reached out her little hand to push the jam back into the tree hole, but she put it down again.

The campfire in the camp gradually faded down. Luther and Ma Yi went to bed early. It is very important to maintain energy during field travel.

The elves on duty have been assigned. They take turns to rest in the first and second midnight.

Before going to bed, Luther slapped Ma Yi, which has become a daily routine.

After entering their tents, Luther will tell a story with Ma Yi.

Most of them are the history of his own world and the stories and knowledge he has come into contact with. Ma Yi once wondered how Luther knew these strange stories.

However, now Ma Yi is too lazy to think about those problems. She is just immersed in the stories told by Luther.

She felt that in a certain world, there was indeed a group of storytellers telling intoxicating stories and singing beautiful songs around the campfire in the silent night.

Those songs are enough to retreat the demons who spy on them at night, and their stories are passed down from generation to generation like firewood.

I wonder if the story of my trip with Luther will become a story sung by the trainers around the campfire in the future.

Having finished the story, Luther and Ma Yi went to sleep sweetly.

The tangle of chrysanthemum leaves continues.