Chapter 1135

"You ancient elves, what price do you want to exchange for our help?"

Mo Yan holds his arms in both hands, and his eyes fall on shuilian who is kneeling. He has no pity and no soft heart. It seems that he is just a businessman who is negotiating and asks the other party to issue a suitable price. "It's love to help you, but it's duty not to help you. Since at the beginning, you didn't intend to think about love, we can't shave our heads and bear the burden. "

"We can give you whatever you want as long as we have in the ancient elves."

Shuilian was afraid of ziqianmo's refusal, so he quickly said, "you can follow me to the secret library of the elves. You can take whatever you like."

In ancient times, the elves have lived on this continent for tens of thousands of years.

There must be precious and priceless treasure in their secret library.

Shuilian's words obviously cost money.

"You can take everything you like?"

Mo Yan raised his lips and said, "the treasures of the ancient elves should only be many, but I'm afraid the most precious things are not in the treasure house."

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Water ripple in the heart a clap Deng, on the face but make ignorant, don't understand of frown, "ink childe mean?"

"You only said how important the spirit tree was to the ancient spirit people, but you never made it clear why it was important."

Mo Yan pointed to a pool of soft and rotten gray soil beside the root of the spirit tree, and said, "the leaves turn into soil, which should be yellowish. But this piece of land is gray. It's not the black smell on the tree roots, but the soil of premature erosion and corruption. "

As soon as he got close to the Elf tree, he noticed.

The soil under the Elf tree is not like the color of the rotten leaves.

What's more, from the conversation between Lingqi and the two elves, we can see that one leaf, at most, five leaves, falls from the elves tree in a month. How can such a pool of different colors of flower mud come together.

Well, the mud with different colors around it should be the mud from rotten fruit. Instead of uprooting them, the Elven people left them near the root of the tree, trying to replenish nutrients for the Elven tree.

From the beginning to the end, no matter lingjiu, who is called the head of the minority clan, or the elders of the elf clan, has mentioned the fruit of the Elf tree, which can only prove that the fruit of the Elf tree is either too cheap to mention, or too rare to mention.

He prefers the latter.

Sure enough, as soon as Mo Yan said this, shuilian's face turned a little whiter. He stared at him in disbelief, as if staring at some monster. "How did you guess?"

What Mo Yan said is right.

The fruit condensed from the spirit tree is called the spirit fruit. That is the most precious thing of the spirit tree. No, the whole spirit family.

In ancient times, the spirit was the nourishment of life.

After eating the fruit of the spirit, the ancient spirit can develop its own aura in its body. It can leave the spirit tree for hundreds of miles, even thousands of miles, and go freely to the place it wants.

Otherwise, you can only stay in the protection place of the spirit tree, and you can't leave. As long as you stay away from the spirit tree, you will die because of the exhaustion of spirit power and lack of supplement.

The Elves were originally cunning rabbits. Every 100 years, they would take the elves tree to another place with plenty of aura to make a settlement.