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

“So…bright!”

Xia Chan and Wang Ting passed through the entrance to the alien space together, and were greeted by the shining sunlight.

"hiss--"

Under the sunlight, Xia Chan narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath of the not-too-fresh air, and said with feeling: "Sure enough, compared to the alien space, the outside world is more suitable for human survival!"

"Don't be sad, I'll take you home now.

Have a good rest and prepare for tomorrow's surprise! " Wang Ting looked at Xia Chan's mature appearance, shook his head and smiled.

"I hope you can surprise me!" Xia Chan said with a smile when he heard it.

Then the two passed the checkpoint near the dimensional gate and walked to Wang Ting's car.

Soon, a matte black magnetic levitation car drove through the protective walls and entered the city from the wild.

It was now past five in the afternoon, the peak period of traffic jams. No matter how good Ren Wangting's driving skills were, he had to wait until the traffic in front of him flowed smoothly before he could enter the lane.

After a series of repeated driving, waiting, driving, and waiting, the journey that normally only takes about twenty minutes took nearly forty minutes this time.

"Come on! Strive for the top three!" Wang Ting parked the car in front of the gate of Xia Chan's community. After Xia Chan got out of the car, he said something that left Xia Chan completely confused, and then drove away.

"Strive for the top three? What do you mean..."

Xia Chan pondered over it, but he still hadn't figured out what it meant until Wang Ting's taillights completely disappeared from his sight.

"Is it a competition?" As Xia Chan turned and walked into the community, a guess suddenly emerged in his mind.

"Forget it, don't think about it! Just like Uncle Wang said, we'll know tomorrow.

If this were really a competition, top three would not be the result I want.

I have one and only one goal, and that is - first place!"

Xia Chan thought to himself and walked straight to a convenient trash can in the park. His backpack was full of food packaging bags. Although they were not heavy, they were in the way. He should throw them away quickly!

After “slimming down” his backpack, Xia Chan returned home.

He hadn't been home for nearly half a month, and a thin layer of dust had already settled in some places in the house.

Xia Chan changed his clothes, released two elves, and did a spring cleaning with him.

With their concerted efforts, the house soon looked brand new.

Xia Chan looked around and smiled with satisfaction, then said to the two elves: "Very good! You can move freely from now on, I'm going to take a shower!"

After not taking a shower for half a month, Xia Chan felt very uncomfortable even though he didn't have a mysophobia. Now he felt itchy all over his body...

"Mmmmm~" (Good~)

The dream demon hummed with joy, and then it floated to the place where its exclusive mobile phone was placed. It hadn't looked at its mobile phone for half a month, and this time it wanted to indulge itself crazily!

"Clang..." (Xia Chan, what you just said..."

The humming sound of the different-colored sword sheath lasted no more than two seconds before Xia Chan interrupted and said, "Old Sword, I promised you that I will never forget it.

Can you give me some trust?"

Although the Heterochromatic Sword Scabbard now obeys orders, it is only like this most of the time. In rare cases, it still has its own opinions.

For example, when cleaning the place.

In order to make it clean up willingly, Xia Chan promised to increase its power for a while.

In fact, Xia Chan had originally planned to enhance the unique colored sword sheath.

"Clang!" (Okay! I won't do that next time!)

The colored sword sheath was silent for a moment after hearing this, then made a buzzing sound, promising that it would not happen again.

Then, without waiting for Xia Chan to speak, it turned into a blood shadow and flashed to the sofa. It used the blood silk to pick up the remote control to turn on the TV and started operating it.

Seeing this, Xia Chan smiled faintly and shook his head, then turned and walked into the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, Xia Chan dried her body, changed into pajamas, and walked out of the misty bathroom.

He walked into the living room while wiping his hair with a towel.

Meng Yao and Yi Se Du Jian She are both in the living room at the moment. However, Meng Yao is floating beside the sofa, holding a mobile phone and fiddling with something, while Yi Se Du Jian She is lazily leaning on the sofa, squinting his eyes and watching TV.

"Little Dream Demon, what are you doing?" Xia Chan first came to the Dream Demon and asked with a smile.

Now the dream demon has completely regarded floating as an instinct, and has developed its characteristics to a very high level. Although it seems useless, it can still play a good role in avoiding battle.

"Mmmmm~" (I'm writing a script~)

The dream demon looked up at the summer cicada and hummed softly.

"Writing a script?" Xia Chan was stunned when he heard this. Then he looked at Meng Yao's phone screen and found that it was really writing a script, and it was a script for a horror movie. What made him embarrassed was that Meng Yao's typing speed was even faster than his.

"Little Meng Yao, why are you writing the script yourself?" Xia Chan asked as she looked at what Meng Yao was writing and felt it was pretty good.

"Mmmm~" (I've watched all the good horror movies, the rest are rubbish, I can only write my own~)

Upon hearing this, the dream demon let out a series of soft moans without thinking.

"Just continue writing, I won't bother you anymore.

I will try my best to make your script into a movie."

After Xia Chan drew a "pie" for the dream demon, he walked to the sofa and sat down next to the colorful sword sheath.

The colorful sword sheath glanced at Xia Chan, said nothing, and continued watching TV.

"Oh, Old Jian, you really keep your word. You said you won't ask again, so you won't ask again." Xia Chan teased when he saw this.

"Clang!" (Of course!)

The colored sword scabbard responded with a buzzing sound. It was honest and didn't realize that Xia Chan was teasing it, and thought it was praising it.

"How boring." Xia Chan curled his lips and said, "Old Sword, get ready. I will grant you divine power now!"

Compared to the term "amplification", the different-colored sword sheath is more in favor of the term "granting divine power". Xia Chan is naturally willing to go along with it for this little thing.

"Clang!" (I'm ready!)

The colored sword sheath was shocked when he heard this and stood up from the sofa.

The dream demon at the side heard the voice, took a look and then concentrated on writing the script again.

Afterwards, Xia Chan moved his mind and converted the remaining "resentment" value on the system interface into 20 ordinary amplification points and 1 upgrade amplification point, injecting them into the different-colored single sword sheath and the dream monster's body respectively.

"Mm?" (Is there a share for me?)

The dream demon sensed something, stopped what he was doing, looked at Xia Chan, and let out an unexpected hum.

"Needless to say!" Xia Chan smiled back.

The dream demon is his original elf, and he will definitely not treat it unfairly.

Of course, the different-colored single sword sheath is also his spirit, and he will not favor one over the other.

"clang..." (My body...)