Elf's Beginning Flash Dairubi

After talking to the old man of the kettle, Yunzhong Crane took a few steps forward and stepped into the kettle group.

Because the old man of the kettle was here, the kettle people were not as flustered as they were just now, and they no longer resisted the approach of the crane in the clouds.

He took out the booklet and looked at the data of many kettles, including even two shiny kettles.

A shiny blue-shelled male kettle was very confident, proudly tilting his head to let the crane in the clouds probe, and gave him a glass of self-brewed tree juice.

The crane in the cloud will give it a worm and rock energy cube, and then open its chatterbox.

Its age should be the largest, the blue shell is already a little white, its body size is two circles larger than other pots, and the level is also the highest in the field, already forty-seven, but if there is no accident in his lifetime, it is likely that it will not break through.

It is located in the very center of the top of the kettle group, like the leader of this group of kettles.

It told Yunzhong Crane that a small half of the young kettle here are its children, a small half of the female kettle is its wife, the others are its sons-in-law or daughters-in-law, and even the old man of the kettle is what it watched grow up.

But at that time, he was not called the old man of the kettle.

It does not intend to leave the old man of the kettle, but wants to be able to manage the kettles with him in his lifetime, to be able to heal others together, and to be able to step into death together.

Another shiny silvery-white shelled male pot was shy and so quiet that the crane in the clouds almost ignored it.

The blue-shelled kettle tells it that this is its youngest son, has a little personality problem, is very quiet, and can stay alone for a day without moving.

Except for stuffed tree juice and medicine, they can't think of such a genie, but it brews tree juice is still very good.

The blue-shelled kettle is all about wanting to promote their children, after all, only this young son has no object because he is not yet an adult, and other adult brothers and sisters are companions, if they are accepted, the other must not be sad to die?

The silver-white shelled pot listened quietly and meekly to their conversation, seemingly unconcerned about where he went.

The crane in the cloud looked at it, and then squatted in front of it: "Do you want to come with me?" The

silver-white shell of the kettle did not think, and meekly nodded in agreement.

The crane in the cloud did not rush to subdue it, but first told it what it would do after subduing it and what it would get.

Although the silver-white shelled kettle does not care, it is inevitable that it has some good feelings for him.

It looked at the boy in front of him, a little shy but firm whispered: "Let's go." (I love to draw.)

Yunzhong Tsuru was a little surprised, but he still asked gently, "Very good." Which painting do you like? The

old blue-shelled kettle lowered the tentacles that tried to pump its unfinished son's mouth, and then looked at them a little nervously.

"It... Multiply? Right? "（emmm... Don't know huh? Seems to like it all?

"How about I get to the next place and send you some books to learn to draw?"

"Huh?! Let's go! (Really?!) Won't it be too much trouble for you! The

pot with a silver-white shell was delighted, and it met for the second time someone who did not laugh at its dreams (?) Genie? ）。

When he was very young, he met a very strange painter, followed by a puppy elf standing on two feet with paint on his tail.

It saw that the forest that had been living was packed into white drawing paper, and it was clearly a scene that could be seen every day, but it was depicted as a scene that could shock it.

It saw many elves appearing, obviously they were in the trees, in the grass, in the sky, but they also remained in the painting.

It saw the ultimate gorgeous scenery that it had dreamed of many times since then, a color that it had not seen in its short life.

It has never been seen, but tears fall with the emotions in the painting.

It stalks them like voyeurs, ashamed of its uncontrollable behavior.

It had carefully approached to see the painting, but it was discovered.

It jerked back and shrunk behind the tree, but the painter and the Tutu dog just looked at it tenderly and handed it a small sandwich that had been broken.

That's their ration.

It looked at them carefully, then stretched out its tentacles, quickly rolled up the sandwich, swallowed it, and then listened to their laughter with a little blush.

It wasn't a mockery, but a laugh that made him a little shy inside, but he wanted to laugh with them.

He befriends the painter and the Tutu dog, and together they search for the scenery of this small forest, and they are chased by the elves together.

However, most elves will give face to the old man of the kettle, so they will not go too far with them.

For the first time, it discovered that it was surrounded by beautiful images that it often saw.

The painter once complained to him that he was once a proud protégé of a certain teacher, and the graduation painting was rejected by the school just because he could not enter the eyes of a certain teacher.

That teacher's painting ugly batch, like what kind of paralysis, the painting for the school and other places is not the same, but because his family has power in the alliance, the leaders in the school are still based on his paintings in school, so that all the others who are different from his painting style can not graduate, and only if they change to a more similar painting style can they graduate.

His teachers were also fired for supporting their students.

He was young and rigid at the time, and immediately dropped out of school, and he changed hands to report the teacher.

As a result, after so many years, not a single sound can be heard, and even that school still uses the aesthetics of that teacher as an aesthetic and teaches one aesthetic distortion after another.

Now some trainer school textbooks still use his paintings as illustrations and covers, ugly batches, and mislead people's children!

After being reported by parents and some righteous teachers, it still has no impact.

The painter cried as he spoke.

One day, the painter was leaving, and it wanted to follow the painter, but was rejected.

It is too young to understand the complex emotions in the eyes of the painter and the Tutu dog.

"I'm sorry, we're all old and dying. I'm old and poor, don't come with me..." The

painter sighed and turned around, and the silver-white kettle saw that his originally fairly straight waist was a little awkward.

The painter left the forest with the same old Tutu dog, whose skin was somewhat loose, and did not look back.

It has never seen a painter since.

But the painter planted a small seed in its heart.

For the first time, it told its father, who was too old to be impulsive, that it wanted to draw.

The kettle with the blue shell snapped and gave it a big bibie, not doing business!

They are pots that can make healing medicines, brew delicious tree juices, and draw something that is not a serious job?!

It covered its face and was a little depressed.

It told its mother that it wanted to draw.

Its mother began to read fragments, which should have been words of dissuasion, and after reading it for a long time, it did not listen, but quietly began to empty.

It tells its older siblings that it wants to draw, but its older siblings either don't care or laugh at it.

It tells its elf friends that it wants to draw, but the wild elves who spend most of their days thinking about how to survive can't understand this kind of thing.

It wants to draw, but there are no elves willing to support it.

It looked at the boy in front of him and he said, "Very good."

It stretched out its tentacles and put them on the boy's outstretched hand: "It! (Please advise!)

"Please advise."

Yunzhong Crane smiled and watched it say goodbye to the other kettles, and then took out a tennis ball and placed it in front of it.

It pressed the button of the Pokeball with pleasure and was subdued without resistance.

The old man of the kettle is also very happy, he is also old, and he will be gone in a few years, and it is also his hope that these young elves can have a good home before they die.

[There are no sprite upgrades in this chapter].