The Wonderful Journey of the Elf

A few days later

"Bu Ling...Bu Ling..."

The door of the unknown shop was pushed open, causing the handmade wind chimes hanging on the eaves to sway.

Mitsui Makoto came to the store in a dusty state, looked at Lan Fang lying on the small bench and said with a smile: "You are still chic, how about it, business must be bad recently, right?"

Standing up, Lan Fang rolled his eyes angrily.

Especially when he noticed that as soon as Mitsui Makoto entered the door, there was a small silver fish floating in the air next to him, wagging its tail at him in a flattering manner, Lan Fang felt a little headache.

"Whether the business is good or not is up to you, but you have to take good care of your elf. Don't you feel embarrassed if you always bring it to my place to eat and drink without paying?"

He was complaining, but Lan Fang was still not stingy. He took out the bag of cubes that had few left, poured out one and threw it away.

It is said that the memory of fish is only seven seconds, but apparently this has nothing to do with meteor fish.

The meteor fish, which has no wings but can fly (swim) at low altitude, watched the cube coming with its small watery eyes. Without thinking, it left Mitsui Makoto's side, opened its small mouth to catch it and swallowed it.

He closed his eyes with a sense of relief, and even the tiny fish scales on his body turned up. Looking at the meteor fish, he looked like some drug addict.

Faced with Lan Fang's complaints and Meteor Fish's actions, Mitsui Cheng was very shameless and didn't take it to heart at all. He moved a small bench and sat down, crossed his legs and said: "Okay, okay, I just want to eat some of yours." Things, don't be so stingy, I came here today and brought you a gift."

"Gift, what is that?"

Seeing Lan Fang's interest, Mitsui Cheng smiled proudly and said: "Haha, you will know later, but you have to keep it secret then. I paid a lot of money for this." It’s very troublesome to open up relationships in all aspects!”

Well, Mitsui Makoto was still here to show off, and Lan Fang suddenly became drunk.

Lan Fang stood up and walked to the door. He was full of curiosity. He wanted to see what Mitsui Makoto was playing today.

Seeing Lan Fang stand up, Mitsui Makoto smiled and shrugged without saying anything, and also stood up.

Calmly scanning around the products in the store, Mitsui Makoto picked up a bottle of good wound medicine, looked at the bottle and shook his head, then placed it directly on the counter of the store. Apparently he planned to buy this bottle. Use the medicines you have heard about when you go back.

Lan Fang didn't wait long at the door. After a while, the wretched little fat man who came with Mitsui Makoto and was tortured by the smelly mud came over with a group of people holding various tools.

"Tashan? If you don't bring someone to collect your protection fee, why are you here? You don't want to tell me that it was Mitsui Makoto who asked you to come here."

The little fat man "Tashan" came outside the nameless shop and couldn't help but twitch when he heard Lan Fang's voice. He felt very nervous and glanced at Lan Fang's pocket fearfully, fearing that the original elf would run out like last time. Attack yourself and others.

"Haha, hello, Brother Fang. It was indeed Brother Cheng who called us here this time. Don't worry, we will leave as soon as we finish the work. I promise not to delay your business."

He laughed heartily, and the little fat man responded.

After seeing that Lan Fang remained silent and acquiesced to the actions of himself and others, he immediately turned around and shouted: "Brothers, get moving, surround the area first, don't let those untouchables get close, and try to finish it within today."

"Brother Cheng said that as long as things go well, he will take care of all the arrangements for the Red Moon Tavern in the evening!"

After hearing this, after finishing the work, there are actually plans for the evening. Then think about the drinks and those girls in the Red Moon Tavern.

The little minions at the bottom of the Jinshi Group were so excited that they shouted "Brother Cheng is awesome" one after another, and then started working happily.

Lan Fang, who was a little confused about the situation, turned around and returned to the house.

Seeing that Mitsui Makoto was holding a plastic bottle filled with orange liquid at this time, and was still thinking about twisting it away quietly, Lan Fang said speechlessly: "What plane are you making? If you don't know what it is, you can ask me, so What are you trying to do sneakily?"

He was startled by the sudden movement behind him and almost dropped the bottle in his hand. Mitsui Cheng hurriedly picked up the bottle and said: "I said Lan Fang, please don't scare people. If the bottle falls on the ground and leaks out, I will It’s irresponsible.”

Sitting on the recliner again, Lan Fang said nonchalantly: "If you are not responsible, you are not responsible. This thing is not worth much to me, and I don't feel bad if one bottle is missing."

After saying that, Lan Fang pointed to the door and said, "By the way, I haven't asked you yet. You just said you wanted to give me a gift, but you called this group of people here. Are you sure you're not kidding me?"

Mitsui Makoto was actually still curious about what was in the bottle. There was a faint sweet scent across the bottle, which seemed to be the smell left over from the filling process. He put down the bottle and turned around, crossing his arms and saying, "Are you kidding me? I can't. It's not that boring. A couple of days ago, didn't you ask me if there was any network nearby?

Although there is indeed no power grid outside the city, and the Internet is not allowed on the surface, I still found a way to quietly pull a network cable for you from the city, and asked those guys to help you set it up. You owe me a debt for this matter. This is a big favor. "

Lan Fang's eyes lit up when he learned that he was secretly pulling the network cable for himself, and then he understood why he had to isolate the people around him.

I was suddenly very interested in Mitsui Makoto's background in the city, and I felt that this guy who was not acquainted with me seemed to have more connections than I expected.

"Thank you. I am indeed satisfied with this gift. I owe you a favor. I admit it."

"Oh, what's the use of just saying thank you, you have to actually express it.

How about this? The meteor fish likes your sugar cube-shaped food very much. How about you just give me a few bags and save me from being pestered by it all the time to come to your place to eat and drink for free. "

How many more bags?

Lan Fang, who had no source of tree fruits, didn't know if he could still find the materials to make the cubes.

Especially since he hasn't found a way to buy food recently, Lan Fang has to take out some of the previously accumulated cubes to feed.

Now even Lan Fang himself has been saving more and more recently, and dare not use it indiscriminately, so as not to waste his money.

So even though Mitsui Makoto doesn't want much, it's strange that Lan would agree to it. What if the other party comes to ask for it again in the future?

In view of these various reasons, Lan Fang decisively rejected Mitsui Makoto's request and said: "No, you think this thing fell from the sky. I don't even have enough for myself, so you asked me to give you a few bags? You don't want this. After thinking about it, let’s make other requests.”

Mitsui Makoto didn't understand the value of those cubes at all, otherwise he wouldn't have said they looked like "sugar cubes." He was stunned, and then looked at the meteor fish who was still intoxicated with the cubes, thinking that he might have overlooked something.

It's just that Mitsui Makoto reacted quickly and immediately made a plan. He rolled his eyes and tentatively mentioned: "Forget it if you don't give it. How about letting your original elf try to breed with other elves? ?”

"In this case, you have nothing to lose. Maybe I can also own a rare young primitive elf?"

Want the smelly mud to breed and breed the next generation?

Lan Fang subconsciously looked down at his pocket. Before the Internet, he didn't know the difference between the so-called "original elves" and the current ordinary elves.

But one thing is definitely true, that is, the stinky mud, which was dubbed the "original elf", seems to have become an extremely rare food.

Lan Fang, who didn't know what he was thinking, was silent for a moment, and finally he replied calmly: "Let's talk about it then. Let me think about it first, and I will give you an answer in a few days."