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

Mo Yan clasped his arms with both hands, his eyes fell on the kneeling Shui Lian, there was no pity, let alone soft-heartedness, as if he was just a businessman who was negotiating, asking the other party to issue a suitable price, "It is love to help you, and it is duty not to help you." Since you didn't intend to be in love from the beginning, we can't shave our heads and get hot. ”

"Whatever you want, as long as we ancient elves have, we can give it."

Shui Lian was afraid that Zi Qianmo would refuse, so he said quickly, "You two can go to the secret vault of the elf clan with me, and you can take whatever you like." ”

The ancient elves have been inherited for hundreds of generations, at least on this continent, and have lived for tens of thousands of years.

There must be precious and priceless treasures in their secret vaults.

Shui Lian's words are obviously also bloody.

"You can take anything you like?"

Mo Yan curled the corners of his lips, "There should be only a lot more treasures of the ancient elf clan, but the most precious thing is probably not in the treasure house." ”

This......

Shui Lian's heart chuckled, but his face was ignorant and frowned puzzled, "What does Mo Gongzi mean?" ”

"You only talk about how important the Elven Tree is to the Ancient Elves, but you never make it clear why it is important."

Mo Yan pointed to a puddle of soft gray dirt next to the root of the elven tree, and said, "The leaves have turned into dirt, and they should be earthy yellow." But the land is all gray, not because of the black smell of the roots, but because the fruit has prematurely eroded and rotted into the soil. ”

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

The dirt under the elven tree is not the color of the leaves that have rotted into dirt.

Moreover, from the conversation between Lingqi and the two elves, it can be heard that the elf tree will also drop one leaf a month, at most, only five, how can it be possible to gather such a stall of flower mud of different colors.

Then, the soil scattered around the surrounding area is not quite the same color, it must be from the fruit after the fruit has rotted, and the elven people did not eradicate it, but left it near the roots of the tree, trying to replenish the elven tree.

From beginning to end, whether it was Ling Jiu, who was called the young patriarch, or those elven clan elders, none of them had mentioned the fruit of the elf tree, which only proved that the fruit of the elf tree was either cheap and not worth mentioning, or it was so rare that they did not dare to mention it.

He prefers the latter, the latter.

Sure enough, as soon as Mo Yan said this, Shui Lian's face turned a little whiter, and he stared at him in disbelief, as if he was staring at some monster, "You...... How did you guess that? ”

What Mo Yan said was not wrong.

The fruit condensed by the elven tree is called the spiritual fruit, and that is the elven tree, no, the entire elven clan, the most precious thing.

The ancient elves used aura as their life feed.

The ancient elves who have eaten the fruit of the spirit can derive their own aura in their bodies, and they can leave the elf tree for hundreds of miles, or even thousands of miles, thousands of miles, and go freely to the place they want.

Otherwise, you can only stay in the blessed place within a hundred miles of the elven tree, and you can't leave, as long as you stay away from the elven tree, you will die because your spiritual power is exhausted and you can't replenish it.

Their elven clan, originally the existence of the three caves of cunning rabbits, would migrate with the elven tree every hundred years, and go to another place with abundant spiritual energy to create a living enchantment.