With a sigh, Zhuge Buliang felt a little regretful in his heart. If this little thing is really a sword spirit, and it is captured and integrated into a flying sword, it must be a magic weapon of high quality.
It's a pity that this little thing was too vigilant and disappeared without a trace.
Zhuge Buliang headed into the black mist, trying to see if he could find a way to the outside world.
After walking a few miles, Zhuge Buliang suddenly discovered that the elf appeared behind him again, peeping at him from a distance.
"Why does it always follow me?" Zhuge Buliang was confused, but he did not disturb the little thing and continued to move forward.
In the meantime, Zhuge Buliang encountered several more undead creatures, but the little thing following him always appeared in a hurry and helped Zhuge Buliang solve his troubles.
"It saved me? Is there something about me that attracts it?" Zhuge Buliang pondered. He subconsciously thought of the black brick, but after thinking about it carefully he gave up the idea.
After only walking for a long time, Zhuge Buliang got used to having such a little thing following him. The dark mist was like a maze, but the little elf could always clearly sense Zhuge Buliang's direction. Gradually, the little elf seemed to overcome it.
Because of his fear, and perhaps knowing that Zhuge Buliang would not do anything to him, the distance between him and Zhuge Buliang became tighter and tighter.
Three days later, Zhuge Buliang still couldn't find his way back, and he was lost. He didn't know where he was.
There was a flash of blue light, and the elf appeared fifty meters away from Zhuge Buliang, looking at him from a distance.
Zhuge Buliang smiled and sat down cross-legged. Without this little elf to protect him, Zhuge Buliang didn't mind practicing at all. A faint white light lingered outside his body, making Zhuge Buliang look extremely holy. His skin was crystal clear and precious.
Flashing.
At this time, the cute elf approached again, making a childish "squeak" sound, and looked at Zhuge Buliang curiously. With a flash of blue light, the elf came to a place ten meters away from Zhuge Buliang, and surrounded him.
He turned around a few times and then approached him cautiously.
The little thing was very cautious. After confirming that there was no danger, the little elf came to Zhuge Buliang and cautiously approached Zhuge Buliang. Zhuge Buliang was practicing and was shrouded in white light, and a trace of the essence of heaven and earth leaked out of his body.
The elf seemed to be enjoying himself very much. A faint blue light flashed on his body, and his childish face showed a look of intoxication. It actually sat down next to Zhuge Buliang.
At this time, Zhuge Buliang suddenly opened his eyes, and the elf seemed to be frightened, and appeared ten meters away with a "swish" sound.
Zhuge Buliang couldn't help but find it funny, and waved to the elf.
After getting along with each other for a few days, the elf seemed to know that Zhuge Buliang would not hurt it, so it slowly came closer to Zhuge Buliang, its big eyes flashing humanely, and it looked cute and delicate.
"Can you understand what I'm saying?" Zhuge Buliang asked.
The elf blinked his smart eyes, full of confusion.
"Are you a sword spirit?" Zhuge Buliang asked tentatively again.
The little guy's big eyes fluttered and blinked, and he saw it floating in mid-air. With a flash of blue light, it turned into a crystal flying sword. It was only a foot long and had no murderous aura. It was like a superb handicraft.
Crystal clear.
"It looks like it's really a sword spirit." Zhuge Buliang's eyes showed a little joy.
The blue light flashed, and the little thing turned into a child again.
In order to test why this cute little elf followed him, Zhuge Buliang took out a few flying swords and handed them to the little elf. If it was really a sword spirit, it would definitely have a special response to the flying swords.
Unexpectedly, after the elf saw the flying sword, he showed a humane look of contempt, as if he didn't even look down on the few ordinary items in Zhuge Buliang's hands.
Zhuge Buliang withdrew his flying sword, summoned the black brick, and handed it to the elf again. Zhuge Buliang had doubted for a long time why the elf followed