Elf: I, the Lord of Ghosts, lead the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts

Xia Chan, who was riding the "Flying Elf" for the first time, was obviously a little nervous, and his legs began to tremble unconsciously.

Seeing this, Wang Ting smiled slightly, raised one hand and pressed it on Xia Chan's shoulder to help him stabilize his body.

"Thank you, Uncle Wang!" Xia Chan felt something and turned to look at Wang Ting with gratitude.

Although he is not afraid of heights, he still feels a little uncomfortable as it is his first time experiencing this kind of "going to the sky".

"Why are you being so polite to me, kid?" Wang Ting pretended to be angry and glared at Xia Chan, then said, "Your performance is already very good. The first time I flew on the big electric petrel, I couldn't even stand steadily!"

Xia Chan burst out laughing after hearing this, and quickly relaxed during the chat with Wang Ting. Relying on her physical advantage, she stood firmly on the back of the big electric petrel.

Wang Ting and his colleagues all have special devices that allow them to communicate in a simple way even in a different space.

With the help of a special device, after meeting Xia Chan, he informed his colleagues who were searching in various places in the alien space of the news, and agreed to meet at the entrance and exit of the alien space.

The flying speed of the electric petrel was extremely fast. Xia Chan had just gotten used to standing firm during its flight within less than three minutes when they arrived at the entrance to the alien space.

Afterwards, Wang Ting's colleagues rode their respective flying elves to the entrance and exit of the alien space one after another.

They had already known about the relationship between Xia Chan and Wang Ting in advance. After seeing Xia Chan, they were all very enthusiastic and came forward to ask about his health, which made Xia Chan feel flattered.

Wang Ting knew that Xia Chan didn't like crowds, so he came forward and told his colleagues that Xia Chan was "still in shock" and needed some time to relieve the pressure. This allowed him to have peace of mind.

While waiting for all the people to gather, Xia Chan sat undisturbed on a large flat rock a hundred meters in front of the entrance. Looking at the various flying elves in front of him, he couldn't help but have the idea of ​​taming a flying elf.

The experience just now made him deeply realize that if he had a flying elf when traveling in the wild or in a different space, he could save a lot of time.

"I wonder if Old Jian can be a flying elf..." Xia Chan suddenly had an idea, and the image of himself flying on a sword appeared in his mind.

But after thinking about it, Xia Chan decided to forget it. The old sword was a bit short, and it would definitely not be a good experience to ride it. It would not give you the sense of elegance of flying with a sword, but rather a bit frustrating.

The "Old Sword" in the Poké Ball: A-choo! Strange, why am I sneezing? There's something really wrong...

Just as Xia Chan was thinking about what kind of flying elf to capture, Wang Ting's team had assembled unknowingly.

After assigning the tasks, Wang Ting came to Xia Chan and said, "Xiao Chan, let's go. I'll take you away from here first."

"Okay!" Upon hearing that she was finally going to leave the alien space and return to the original world, Xia Chan immediately nodded in response with a smile on her face.

Under the guidance of Wang Ting, an experienced trainer, Xia Chan smoothly passed through the entrance to the different space and returned to the original world.

At this moment, it was already late at night in the original world. There was a bright moon hanging high in the sky, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on the earth, just like daylight.

Xia Chan looked up at the sky and suddenly felt as if he was in another world.

Although the bright moon in the sky was far away from him, it looked very real. The moonlight projection in the alien space could not compare to it.

buzzing...

At the same time, the mobile phone in Xia Chan's pocket received the signal again and the message alert tone continued to sound.

Xia Chan took out his phone, unlocked it and saw that most of the messages were from Lingbo and Lingxin class group, with only a few being private messages from Lin Qing and Ling Shu.

The two of them were looking for him for trivial matters. Xia Chan responded briefly and opened the Lingjian software under Wang Ting's reminder. He took out the Poké Ball with the different-colored unique sword sheath and used the infrared scanning function to aim at the Poké Ball.

After a moment, the scan registration is completed.

During this period, Wang Ting was concerned about Xia Chan's health and wanted to take him for a detailed physical examination, but Xia Chan politely refused. His body had been strengthened after hundreds of times of amplification and feedback, and he only needed to rest for a night and would be full of energy tomorrow.

Seeing that Xia Chan did not look injured, Wang Ting did not insist any further. He sent him home and left in a hurry.

After Wang Ting left, Xia Chan released the dream demon and the unique colored sword sheath.

"Clang!" (Where is this!)

The colored single sword sheath was extremely uncomfortable with the new environment. As soon as it left the Poké Ball, it subconsciously grasped the sheath and pulled out the tip, making a buzzing sound of surprise.

"Mmmmm~" (This is our home~)

The dream demon took one look at this silly new friend and hummed softly in response.

"Clang..." (Our...home...)

Upon hearing this, the colored sword sheath slowly retracted the sword into the sheath.

It has not heard the word "home" for a long time, but is this really its home?

Xia Chan listened to the conversation between the two elves and thought that since they were both ghost-type elves, they should have some common topics, so he said, "You two can chat, I'm going to take a shower first!

Little Dream Monster, if there is anything that Old Sword doesn't understand, you can explain it to him."

After saying that, Xia Chan went into the bathroom with her pajamas under the resentful gaze of the dream demon.

The ghost space seemed particularly cold. After leaving, Xia Chan still felt a little cold. He urgently needed to take a hot bath to relieve this uncomfortable feeling.

More than thirty minutes later, Xia Chan, who had finished washing and changing into pajamas, walked out of the bathroom. As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Meng Yao and Du Jianshao seemed to be fighting for something.

"what's the situation?"

Xia Chan walked closer in confusion and found that the two elves were fighting over the TV remote control.

"Clang!" (You little devil! I'm older than you, listen to me!)

The different colored sword sheath made a humming sound, and at the same time, the blood silk behind the hilt tightly grasped the remote control.

"Mmmmm!" (I'm young, you should let me go!)

The dream demon did not give in and used the smallest telekinetic move to cover the remote control.

Neither of the two elves used their full strength, and the scene was extremely tense for a while.

"Why are you fighting for the remote control?" Xia Chan asked curiously when she saw this scene.

"Clang!" (I want to watch a martial arts movie! A sword that freezes fourteen states!) "Mmm!" (I want to watch a horror movie to enrich my dream world!)

The two looked at Xia Chan in unison and spoke in a firm voice.

"Ah... this... is just a small matter?" Xia Chan was speechless for a moment, then said: "Xiao Mengyao, you go watch it on your phone, let Lao Jian watch it on TV.

Isn't this matter resolved?"

"Mmmmm~" (Yes~)

Meng Yao looked surprised when he heard this, and then he remembered that he still had a cell phone.