Elven History Song

"As expected of a supermarket in the city center, it's always so lively." A man in plain clothes kept sighing to the crowds of people passing by.

In the food section of the supermarket, a boy in a white shirt was putting many snacks such as potato chips and beef cubes into the shopping cart next to him. However, he took two carts full.

"That's enough." The boy slowly pushed the trolley toward the cashier in front of everyone's surprised eyes.

The female cashier at the checkout counter silently took the various snacks he handed over and scanned one package after another carefully.

"Why did you buy so many snacks? Are you preparing to hibernate?"

"After all, I had nothing to do at home, and I wanted to eat some snacks, so I ran out to buy them."

"Ling Aohan!" She shouted at him. The surrounding customers didn't know what was going on and looked at the two of them.

The girl immediately turned her head and continued busy scanning the snacks bought by the boy. The boy smiled and apologized to the customers around him.

"what happened?"

"You still eat so many snacks when you have nothing to do. Don't come to me for help when you have no money to eat, huh!" She angrily packed the pile of snacks into several bags and deliberately turned her eyes away from him. .

Ling Aohan took out his wallet, pulled out a card and gave it to her.

"Don't worry, at least I won't starve to death."

"Hmph, who cares about you."

Yun He snatched the card from Ling Aohan's hand and stuffed it back into his wallet after swiping it.

"How about I treat you to dinner tonight?" Ling Aohan smiled like a gentleman and sincerely invited her to his house for dinner.

"Hmph, you can't protect yourself and you still invite me to dinner. Forget it, I'll just go with it. If it doesn't taste good, you'll be in trouble."

"Put it on me." Ling Aohan picked up the bag and slowly walked out of the supermarket.

Ling Aohan did not go home. He dropped off all the snacks at a courier company to deliver them home.

At the door of the express company, an old man sat in the driver's seat of a silver Bugatti Veyron with its top closed. If it weren't for the wrinkles on his face, I would have thought he was a young man with dyed white hair.

When he saw Ling Aohan walking out of the express company, he immediately got out of the car and helped Ling Aohan open the door. He stood aside and protected the roof of the car with his hands to prevent Ling Aohan from touching his head. Ling Aohan smiled at him and sat in the back seat gracefully.

"Will, the clothing store."

"Yes, master."

The Bugatti Veyron drives smoothly through the city. After turning many corners, we arrived at a clothing store on the edge of the city. This kind of clothing store is generally not open to ordinary people, and ordinary people will not know how luxurious this clothing store is.

As soon as he entered, a young woman wearing black business attire walked towards him.

"Hello Mr. Ling, may I help you?"

"Take out my suit. I'm going to dinner tonight and need to dress decently."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ling, your arni suit has been taken away for modification, and it probably won't be sent back until tomorrow. Why don't you put on that versace jacket first, and I'll help you match it."

"That's fine, thank you for your hard work." Ling Aohan smiled politely at her.

After a while, she came over holding a black jacket. Ling Aohan put on his jacket, and the clerk matched it with a cacissi white shirt.

After leaving the clothing store, Will took him to the cafe next door for coffee.

Ling Aohan would appear in this most luxurious coffee shop in the city almost every day, order a cup of coffee specially made by the store manager, and then slowly taste it. The store manager here knew him very well, and he only made that special cup of coffee for Ling Aohan.

Ling Aohan's cup was an emerald porcelain cup. The store manager only allowed Ling Aohan to use this cup. After each use, Ling Aohan would clean and disinfect it separately and store it in a small glass cabinet on the front desk.

"Meet Aohan again."

"Hello, store manager."

"Is it the same again?"

"Ah."

The store manager personally brewed a cup of coffee and brought it to him. Ling Aohan nodded in thanks.

"Have you had lunch, Aohan?"

"not yet."

"Then I invite you."

The store manager personally made a sandwich and served it to him on a porcelain plate with the same style as Ling Aohan's porcelain cup.

"Thank you."

"So polite to me."

"Then I'm welcome."

"By the way, store manager."

"What's wrong, Aohan?"

"Send me a sandwich to the supermarket in the city. Yunhe will receive the goods. She won't buy lunch by herself if she doesn't get off work at noon. Please remind her by the way."

"No problem." The store manager made a sandwich himself, got on his motorcycle and went straight to the supermarket.

"Hello Miss Lu Yunhe, please enjoy the lunch that Aohan ordered for you."

Yunhe smiled.

"Thank you, store manager."

"You're welcome. By the way, Aohan asked you to remember to buy lunch next time."

"Okay, just tell him not to starve himself to death. Manager, here's lunch money."

"No, this is Ao Han's invitation."

"I'll pay it. He accidentally told me a few days ago that he is short of money recently."

"Then don't worry, Aohan didn't pay. He is my friend, can I still collect money when he comes to my store?"

"That guy who ate the King's meal, just beat him out next time."

"Miss Yunhe, even though you are so rude to Aohan, you still protect him, don't you?"

Yun He blushed and immediately turned his head away.

"It's...that's not it!"

The store manager left the supermarket and was about to get on his motorcycle when his cell phone rang. The store manager took out his cell phone and there was a text message. The note is "Father".

The store manager's expression disappeared, and his face seemed to be cast in a black shadow. Suddenly a faint murderous aura spread out, and was immediately taken back the next moment. The store manager looked around cautiously, made sure that no one was paying attention, and immediately started the car and drove away quickly.

The store manager rushed back to the store. Ling Aohan glanced at the store manager and said slowly.

"I taught you how to control your emotions, haven't you learned yet? Your murderous intent is too strong."

The store manager found a reason to take him to the back room.

"The church has given a mission."

"who?"

"yours."

"Hoar? Who is that?"

"It's not a person, it's an organization."

"What kind of mission do you want me to do?"

"The priest said this mission would be of interest to you."

"Tell me."

"That organization calls itself 'The Tomb of Death'."

"Well, information."

"At nine o'clock tonight, in the underground garage of the supermarket, they are dealing drugs with another organization called 'Ghost'."

"It's okay to kill them all."

"of course."

Ling Aohan went back outside and continued to taste the cup of coffee.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Yunhe got off work. Ling Aohan walked to the supermarket to pick up Yunhe.

Yunhe changed out of his work clothes, took off his light professional makeup, and put on his favorite makeup again. She changed her uniform into a long white skirt, and the hem of the skirt swayed slightly with the evening breeze, like a lily in the evening breeze. Her waterfall-like long hair hangs behind her, exuding a light fragrance.

When Ling Aohan rushed to the supermarket, Yun He was already waiting for him there.

"What delicious food have you prepared?"

“It’s absolutely delicious, don’t worry.”

"If it doesn't taste good, you'll be in trouble."

"rest assured."

Ling Aohan took Yunhe to the basement of the supermarket, took out a rare car key from the inner pocket of his jacket, and then walked towards the blue convertible Bugatti Veyron in the basement.

"Wait Aohan, your car can't be that one!"

Yunhe pointed at the Bugatti Veyron in surprise.

"Hmm. What's wrong?"

"You act for me again!"

"what?"

"You already drive a Bugatti Veyron and you still say you have no money!"

Ling Aohan remembered that he told Yun He before lunch a few days ago that he was short of money, so Yun He was so angry with him this morning.

“I just ran out of money because I bought it.”

"Humph!"

Yun He angrily walked to the passenger side. Ling Aohan opened the door for him and smiled at her. Yunhe turned his head and sat on the passenger seat angrily.

Ling Aohan got into the car and drove out of the basement. Because of the urban speed limit, I drove very slowly. However, Ling Aohan did not drive towards the city, but towards a place far away from the city.

"Hey, Aohan, where are you going?"

"My home."

"where is your house?"

"seaside."

After driving out of the city, they hit an asphalt road. The asphalt road has no speed limit signs and shows no signs of being frequently driven.

After running for five minutes, a fork in the road appeared. There is a road on the left that leads further away, and another road with some sand on it leads to the sea.

Ling Aohan drove onto the sandy road.

"I'm going to speed up, sit tight."

"Wait……!"

Ling Aohan pressed the Bugatti Veyron's accelerator to the bottom, and the Bugatti Veyron's engine made a deafening sound, like a bolt of lightning passing across the asphalt road. The quiet evening wind was whistling in their ears, pulling their hair and dancing wildly behind them. The smell of the sea mixed in the wind filled their nostrils.

The road gradually reached the end, revealing endless green grassland. Ling Aohan gradually slowed down and continued to drive forward, the wheels leaving two obvious marks on the grass.

Not long after, they saw a four-story villa. Not far behind the villa was the endless blue sea.

Ling Aohan parked the car in front of the black iron gate in front of the villa. He snapped his fingers and the iron gate slowly opened. Will came out and opened the car door for the two of them, drove away and parked the car in an unknown garage.

This villa should only appear in anime. Cobblestone roads, neatly manicured lawns, all kinds of blooming flowers, Western royal-style mansions...

"Aohan, who are you?"

"what?"

"It's a Bugatti Veyron, and it's a big Western-style castle. How dare you say you have no money?"

"I can't argue with that."

"Then tell the truth."

"No one has asked me this before."

"Hmph! Anyway, no one asked you and you didn't plan to tell me."

Will parked the car and returned to Ling Aohan.

"Master, welcome home."

"Thank you for your hard work, housekeeper. Have you received the snacks?"

"Already received, Natasha is sorting it."

Yun He looked at Ling Aohan with a confused expression.

"This is my butler, named Will. Natasha is my personal maid."

"Hello, young master." Yunhe lowered his head, his face covered with black lines.

"Don't look like this, it seems like you think I'm showing off my wealth."

Yun He raised his head but turned his gaze to one side, the expression on his face still said she was unhappy.

Ling Aohan saw Yunhe's thoughts.

"Don't think too much. I will cook dinner tonight, and Natasha will just prepare the ingredients."

"Yes."

While they were chatting, a girl came out of the side door. The black-based maid uniform highlights her proud figure. Her waterfall-like ponytail falls behind her slender waist highlighted by the maid uniform. Her whole body exudes a refreshing fragrance. Her tall figure is the envy of countless girls.

When she walked up to Ling Aohan, she smiled and bowed.

"I'm sorry, sir, I spoke without permission and didn't greet you."

Ling Aohan shook his head and showed a gentle smile.

"You don't need to worry about such small things."

Natasha turned around and looked at Yunhe with her watery eyes, and bowed politely towards Yunhe.

"Hello."

"This is not an outsider, so there is no need to be reserved."

Ling Aohan turned his head to face Yunhe.

"This is my personal maid Natasha."

Yunhe stretched out his hand towards him.

"Hello, my name is Lu Yunhe."

"Hello, I'm Natasha. One of the master's personal maids."

Natasha stretched out her hand to shake Yunhe's hand. Her hands were as beautiful as hand molds, not at all rough like ordinary maids' hands.

"Master! Why didn't anyone call me when you came back?"

The sound came from inside the house, seemingly a little far away. Then there was a running sound in the house, getting closer and closer.

"Sarah, be careful with my door!" Ling Aohan shouted towards the house.

"It's over! I can't stop the car!" A girl's scream came from the house.

Ling Aohan waved his hands helplessly, but something seemed wrong.

"Butler, I leave it to you."

Will nodded, and then assumed a 100-meter sprint posture. The next second, he rushed out with an astonishing initial speed. Yunhe didn't even see where he ran. There was a crash in the house, but it seemed to be mixed with some subtle sound, like... metal The sound of hitting a hard object

"Stop standing outside and come inside."

He led Yunhe into the house, and Natasha followed behind them.

After entering the house, I didn't see a mess, but it looked like nothing happened. The butler was patting his uniform, and the maid on the other side was squatting on the ground checking the wound on her leg.

Ling Aohan immediately walked up quickly.

"Sarah, how's the wound?"

The maid was also wearing the same maid uniform and looked about 16 years old. Her long blond hair was tied into cute twin tails, her aquamarine eyes were as pure and flawless as the sea water, her tight maid outfit outlined her growing figure, and her white knee-high socks accentuated her cuteness.

Sarah turned her head and pursed her lips with an aggrieved look.

"Hey! Master, there's a big cut on my leg! It hurts so much!"

Ling Aohan squatted in front of her and took a closer look at her wounds.

"Where did you hit it?"

"That!" Sarah pointed to a piece of mahogany floor not far away.

This is the entrance corridor of the house, which is wide enough for three people to walk side by side. There are white marble walls on both sides, with European-style reliefs on the pillars. The floors were all mahogany and carefully waxed.

Ling Aohan looked at the mahogany floor. There was a hole as thick as a little finger on it, and there was a bullet casing inside.

"Is that the floor that tripped my super cute maid?"

Ling Aohan quickly took out the bullet casing from the hole in an extremely concealed manner, with a nonchalant expression on his face.

"Uh-huh!"

"Butler, take down the piece for the fire, and then lay a new one, this time it's neater."

The butler bowed.

"No problem master."

"Come on Sarah, go to the infirmary."

"Ugh..."

Ling Aohan touched her head and looked at Sarah lovingly with a smile.

"Oh, I really can't do anything about you. Your sister has never been so pestering."

Ling Aohan carried Sarah on his back and walked towards the end of the corridor. Sarah pressed her face tightly against Ling Aohan's back, like a little girl acting coquettishly towards her father.

Passing through the corridor, they reached the lobby. This is a completely different style than before. White tile floors, marble walls, glass chandeliers, a marble staircase on both sides of the hall, and a corridor on both sides of the staircase. There are white wooden display tables on both sides of the road, with ancient blue and white porcelain vases on them, with beautiful cosmos growing in them.

Ling Aohan walked towards a door, and Natasha immediately stepped forward and opened the door. This is indeed an infirmary, just a bit bigger.

"Aohan, your family runs a hospital part-time?"

The room in front of me, no, is no longer a room. This place used to be a room, but now it's been turned into a hospital. This hospital is about sixty square meters. On the left is the Chinese medicine cabinet, and next to it is the Western medicine warehouse. On the other side are four hospital beds with neat quilts placed on them. Each bed is separated by a glass floor-to-ceiling window, but it can be opened at any time. There is a bedside table next to each bed, which contains a full set of commonly used medicines. At the end is the operating room, which is the same as an operating room in a normal hospital, except that the door is closed.

"Yunhe, can you please go to the living room and wait for us?"

Yunhe nodded, and Natasha led her out of the infirmary.

Ling Aohan put Sarah on the nearest bed and quickly took out alcohol and cotton swabs from the bedside table.

Ling Aohan lifted up Sarah's skirt slightly and saw the horrifying wound. The wound was located near the top of Sarah's knee-high stocking on her right leg, as if it had been pierced entirely by the tip of a spear.

After Ling Aohan wiped the wound with alcohol, he immediately went to get the surgical tools.

Sarah was also very strong. She didn't even show a trace of pain when Ling Aohan wiped her wounds.

Ling Aohan said softly: "Butler, go get ready."

"As ordered." A few rooms away, the housekeeper clearly heard Ling Aohan's voice and gave his reply.

"Owner……"

"It's okay Sarah, I'm here."

Ling Aohan injected anesthetic into Sarah's vein and then began to suture her wound. His technique was even more professional than that of a professional surgeon, and he perfectly sutured Sarah's wound in just a few strokes.

"Natasha, help me prepare the ingredients for dinner. I'll be right back."

Natasha, who was accompanying Yunhe in the living room, also answered in a very soft voice.

"Good host."

Ling Aohan walked towards the hall. When he just arrived at the door, Natasha seemed to whisper something. Yunhe seemed to hear it and turned to look at Natasha in confusion. Natasha smiled.

"What's wrong, Miss Lu?"

"Did you just say something?"

"No."

"Maybe I'm neurotic, don't mind."

"It's okay. Do you want some tea?"

Natasha made a cup of fine Tieguanyin for Yunhe.

"The master said you like to drink Tieguanyin, so I prepared it for you. Please use it slowly."

Yunhe smiled.

"Thank you."

"I'll get busy first."

"Ah."

Ling Aohan walked to the marble stairs on the left side of the hall and pushed hard, and a secret door appeared. He walked into the secret door, took off his jacket and put on a londonfog black windbreaker.

The inside of the door is also entirely made of marble. There are strange stones inlaid on both sides of the road, emitting a light yellow light. Ling Aohan walked to the end, where there was a wooden door. He didn't push the door open, but tapped the glowing stone on the left side of the door. Suddenly, the ground under Ling Aohan's feet disappeared, and he fell completely. But he landed as smoothly as a cat without making a sound.

The light source below is still those strange stones, but this time it is light blue light, and it comes from above. It's very wide down here, there are no roads around at all, and the light source is too weak. I can only see the light source above my head, but there is only darkness around me. Ling Aohan seemed not to be affected by the darkness at all, and walked straight towards a place without even looking back. Not long after walking, we reached the end.

It was a marble door. Ling Aohan pushed it away with force and walked in slowly. There are many strange things here, but it's too dark to see anything clearly.

He grabbed something inside and then walked further inside. There is a wooden door at the back of the room, and behind the door is a spiral staircase. At the end of the staircase is opposite the marble door you came in from.

Ling Aohan returned the same way, and the housekeeper was waiting for him in the hall. The butler held a Desert Eagle in his hand, but he had obviously modified it himself. Ling Aohan said nothing and walked towards the second floor, while the housekeeper walked towards the door.

As soon as the door was opened, a man dressed like a terrorist pointed a gun at the housekeeper's head. However, the butler calmly shot him in the leg. What was even more surprising was that the shot made no sound at all.

Ling Aohan walked to the end of the second floor without looking back, then opened the window and climbed to the third floor. When looking from the outside, this is a four-story Western-style castle, but in fact the inside of the castle can only lead to the second floor. If you want to go to the third or fourth floor, you have to run up to the second floor, and then use the second floor to climb to the third floor balcony. , and then you can reach the fourth floor.

Ling Aohan arrived at the third floor, and then slowly walked up to the fourth floor. There is an open-air observation deck on the fourth floor, on the roof of the fourth floor. Ling Aohan stood on the observation deck and looked down at his territory.

It was already dark, and the observation deck was too exposed, but Ling Aohan still stood here, looking down at everything that belonged to him like a king.

"Huh, I thought I was going to find it myself, but I didn't expect it to be delivered to my door."

"What should we do, Master?" That was the butler's voice.

"Kill them all. If they dare to come, I will kill them... and bury them!"

"As ordered."

The moon was covered by clouds, the earth lost its light, the world was wrapped in darkness, and everything became invisible.

"itsadarktinow."

Ling Aohan saw a figure hundreds of meters away, and it was moving very fast. He quickly took out a strange-looking bow and already nocked an arrow.

As soon as he let go, the arrow pierced the night sky like lightning, whizzing towards that person. The next second, the man fell to the ground, his head penetrated by an arrow.

Ling Aohan did not move, but listened carefully. The caress of the wind, the rolling of the sea, the breathing of the grass...all the sounds reached his ears, and no small sound could escape.

Suddenly, he quickly drew an arrow, put it on his bow and turned around to shoot the arrow. The person behind who was preparing for a sneak attack was shot through the head by an arrow before he could see his face.

He shot three more arrows into the darkness, then crossed his hands in his sleeves and pulled out a pair of scimitars and rushed in one direction. In the flash of lightning, a man whose head had just emerged was slashed across the neck by the long knife in his right hand. Blood gushed out like a fountain, spraying all over the ground... It should have been like this, but it didn't happen. The man's head was indeed chopped off, but not a drop of blood was shed. In the darkness, Ling Aohan's swords emitted a blood-red light, frightening people's hearts like ghosts.

"I'll leave the rest to you."

"Okay, master."

The moon broke free, and the world once again gained a little pathetic light. Under the moonlight, everything is the same as before. No one will care about the few slight gasps in that dark time, even if it is someone's last gasp.

Ling Aohan took off the windbreaker and put it and the weapons back to their original places. The second floor is roughly the same style as the first floor, with some personal touches added.

Ling Aohan changed his clothes and went to the restaurant first. Natasha had already prepared pork for him. Ling Aohan cut the pork neatly and returned to the living room to find Yunhe. The butler came back not long after, and he changed into the same clothes.

"What did you do just now?" Yunhe asked curiously.

"I'm going to cut the meat." Ling Aohan showed the raw pork he had just cut in the kitchen.

"Master, just let me do this kind of thing."

Natasha's tone was a little angry, but her expression was worried.

"Don't worry, I won't cut your hand."

The housekeeper came over and bowed to Ling Aohan.

"Master, the floor has been taken care of."

"Yeah. I'm going to see Sarah. You guys help me set up the barbecue grill. I'll cook and barbecue tonight!"

"Good master." The butler and Natasha bowed together.