The Defeated Dragon

The thorny worms in the fat period are three times the size of other elves, and the original shiny skin is gradually dim, as if it is old.

This is also true. The fat period means evolution and it means death.

In just one or two months, if it can't break through its own **** and evolve to the elf, it will consume the remaining vitality and turn it into gray.

"It has already felt the pheromone of the new breed of thorns!"

Liszt took the thorns in the jade box and connected them with hearts. They could deeply understand the emotions of the thorns at the moment.

It is a complex emotion full of excitement, embarrassment, fear and courage. The ordinary elf must not have so many emotions. Only when it evolves can it grow.

The new variety of thorns is just a thorn that has a variation in the color of the branches and leaves. It is not much different from ordinary thorns.

one way or another.

When the thorns fell on the branches of the thorns, the already slow action quickly rose up and quickly climbed along the branches of the thorns.

It has no legs, only tiny fleshy protrusions, but how to climb on the trunk will not fall.

This magical creature can crawl in the air without ignoring physical rules. In particular, it wants to climb from another thorn, climb another thorn, without landing, and squirming directly in the air, easily crossing the gap between the two thorns and collecting the pheromone of the next thorn.

Arranged from the knight standing guard, and patrolling Marcus, has already arrived.

He looked at the thorns and looked like: "Adult, thorns... can you succeed?"

"of course can!"

Liszt’s mouth suddenly showed a nice arc, laughing like the sunshine in March: “Don’t be nervous, Marcus teacher, the thorns have been successful... I feel the instigation in it, it’s a brand new The power is gestating, it is evolving!"

In fact, this is not felt.

The reason why he is so sure is because the smoke mission is emerging.

"Complete the mission and reward a thorny elf."

Because of Marcus's snoring, the smoke and snakes quickly dissipated as if nothing had appeared before.

Sometimes Liszt feels that there is no smog at all. The reason why others can't see it is just the projection of "destiny" in his mind. Otherwise, the smoke dragon must have been to the earth, otherwise it will be presented in the form of a task. The content is also a familiar style of Liszt.

Just like the invisible dragon can't see, only those who are "righteous, courageous" can see it.

The smoke form of the smoke dragon, like the invisible dragon, is a special kind of detachment from the magic. Other fairy dragons, emerald dragons, and dusk dragons are probably in a special form.

This also explains very well why the sacred dragons are just legends - people can't see what they really look like.

Even ordinary three-line dragons, and elves.

It is also a special existence.

At this time, the thorns of the thorns, the skin is gray at the speed visible to the naked eye, the gloss is completely dissipated, and the original firm skin is also covered with wrinkles, as if walking to the end of life.

But its emotions are intensely excited, with unspeakable joy and happiness.

In the eyes of magic, Liszt can see that the chaotic magic in it is constantly generating bubbles like boiling water. Then the bubbles blast, and some kind of invisible changes are produced. It seems to be blown up by the boiling magic bubble, and the body shape of the thorns is still getting bigger.

Its body becomes bigger and bigger, its appearance is more declining and old.

The more excited the mood is.

Stimulating Liszt also followed the mood, and could not wait to sing a song.

Marcus, next to him, couldn't realize this excitement, but it saw the thorns grow bigger like a balloon, his eyes are stunned, his fists are tight, and he sweats for the evolution of the thorns.

Time seems to be very long.

However, the wind did not blow the Liszt forehead, the light golden hair with a few curls, and the thorns had expanded into gray worms with thick calves.

The sunset is red with the fire on the horizon.

In the distance, the sound of Wang Wang’s screaming, followed by the native woman in the dog’s prison, responded with a barking voice.

The castle is bathed in the setting sun, as if it is coated with a golden radiance, can not distinguish between windows and rock walls, only the outline of a spire tower.

The silence at dusk is particularly clear at this moment.

Liszt continued to be the eye of magic, staring at the thorns, and he witnessed the birth of the elf in Tulipburg. But that memory has been a long time, and it is not profound when it is still a teenager. Now, the clear elf process of elf evolution is presented in his vision.

When I was awkward, my heart was a little bit clear, and Liszt spit out two words: "Come on."

that moment.

Just listen to the sound of tearing the paper - oh.

The ash-skinned thorns of the thorns are cracked, and then a small hand with pink and white stalks sticks out from under the skin of the thorns, and then, a white pixie that slaps directly breaks the skin of the thorns and jumps. Come out. In the blink of an eye, the white elf opened his back with translucent wings and flew into the air.

"Oh wow!"

"Oh wow!"

Crisp, like the cry of a three-year-old child, swaying in the air, turning around Liszt, flying fast, but the posture is beautiful, the action is agile, and there are countless followers.

"Oh wow!"

"Oh wow!"

That kind of cheerful emotion, even without telepathy, can only be felt by listening to its shouts.

Liszt's gaze firmly locked the shape of the thorny elf, and the sly smile filled the corner of his mouth. He finally had an elf with his own contract, blood, and soul.

Did not disturb the catharsis of the thorny elf.

He felt the joy of the little guy's evolution.

Move your gaze to the ground, squat the thorns of the thorns, squat down, touch gently with your hands, and the scalp will quickly turn into dust. As the breeze dissipates, there is no trace.

He did not see clearly how the elf bug evolved under the skin into an elf. It’s just that the magic is boiling, and then it becomes a little elf. It’s so rude and simple, it doesn’t make sense.

When he returned to God.

The thorn elf has vented his emotions and landed on his shoulders. One hand pulled his hair, stabilized his body, his big eyes were curious about the world, and Liszt turned his head. Its eyes are large, different from human eyes, black and bright, like a beautiful woman.

"Oh wow."

"come."

Liszt reached out and the thorns elf suddenly climbed into his hand, holding a finger.

Look carefully, you can see the top of the head, the round head of the seeds, and a small thorn, is the ordinary thorns, which represents, it is the elf born from the common thorns .

Small hand fat toot, small feet fat toot.

Very refined.

It seems as if you can get out of the water.

His armpit is bare and there is no gender.

"Mr. Marcus, my thorny elf, how." Liszt smiled.

Marcus is heartily praised: "Beautiful!"

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