Chu Qi watched the Sylph angrily try to open her fingers, and felt funny in her heart. She stretched out her other hand to rub his little head, and then explained with a chuckle:
"Don't worry, I won't dig up all of them. I'll only take the crushed half and take it back to see. Maybe the flower can still survive."
After hearing Chu Qi's explanation, Wind Elf stopped exerting his strength. He lowered his head and looked at the little flower that collapsed on the ground. It was shriveled and looked like it was about to die. Can it really be saved?
After thinking for a while, the wind elf hesitantly let go of Chu Qi's fingers. Then he flapped his little wings and followed Chu Qi's hands around to work, as if he was working as a supervisor, strictly speaking. Controlling Chu Qi's hand, she didn't let her get close to the intact half of the small flower bush.
"Stingy guy, I won't secretly pluck out that half of the flower."
Chu Qi was dazzled by this little thing. After he successfully dug out half the deflated flower cluster, he stretched out his finger and flicked the sylph.
Although he was bounced in the air and flipped several times, Chu Qi knew that he had good control of his strength and would not really hurt the elf.
But when she saw that the sylph was very cute and had an interesting personality, she had the idea of taking him back with her to raise him.
Therefore, after the wind elf staggered and flew steadily again, Chu Qi shook the limp flowers in his hand at him and said with a smile:
"How about it, do you want to go back with me and see if I can save this flower?"
Hearing this, the sylph was obviously moved, but he looked at the flowers on the ground again, and his movements seemed hesitant again.
Upon seeing this, Chu Qi knew that he was still thinking about this half of the tweed. It seemed that she could only use a trick.
The wind elf who was still hesitating suddenly felt a throbbing that could make his soul tremble. He turned around following the guidance of his soul, and immediately noticed the soft light on the girl's fingertips. faint.
This is it!
This is what he absorbed when he was dizzy before!
Seeing that the wind spirit became excited, he suddenly wanted to rush towards his hand, but Chu Qi suddenly took back the energy and sighed with regret.
"Oh, what a pity. I would only give such a good thing to an obedient and well-behaved elf. Since you don't want to go with me, then I can only leave alone. Oops! It's such a pity. It’s here~!”
After speaking in an exaggerated tone, Chu Qi turned around and left in a pretentious manner.
Seeing this situation, the wind spirit, who had been fascinated by the energy for a long time, was not willing to obey. He quickly flew forward and rubbed Chu Qi's cheek flatteringly while still "chirping" in his mouth. I guess he was saying nice things and blowing off Mr. Chuqi's rainbow fart.
Sure enough, pure world energy is a good thing that no creature can refuse!
"Okay, okay, since you're so cute, I'll give you something delicious to eat when we get back!"
Chu Qi smiled with crooked eyebrows, put the wind elf on the flower cluster in her arms and asked him to sit down, and then summoned Yun Jia.
After delaying for so long, it was almost getting dark. If he didn't go back, Dickapian would probably explode with anger.
"By the way, elf, what's your name?"
"Chirp!"
"Okay, chirp."
"Me! Jiujiujiu! Dijiu!"
"Okay, okay, let's call it Jiu Jiu."
Wind Elf:! ! ! Isn't this strange woman a demon? ! Why can’t she understand me just like those stupid slimes?
I won’t talk about what happened after Chu Qi returned to Mingguan Mountain that day. All we need to know is that she coaxed Dickapian for a long time.
After that, she concentrated on building her home and rarely had the opportunity to go out, until one day many years later...
"What Wendy? You said Jiujiu is Wendy? Nonsense, isn't Jiujiu just called Jiujiu! He told me this himself!"
"No, Lord Chu Qi, chirp, cough, cough, Wendy said, his name is Wendy!"
"Eh - he said it himself? No, why can you actually understand what he said?"
"I can always understand it, can't you?"
"Ahem, of course - of course I can understand it, but I think the name Jiu Jiu is more appropriate!"
"Hehe... Actually, I feel the same way - Ouch! Wendy, I was wrong, please let go of my hair! Wendy! Wendy is the best name!"
The sunlight pours into the neatly tidied room along the window lattice, shining warmly on people's bodies.
On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, he had just finished approving an application for allocating fields to the tribes who had recently moved to the Mingguan Mountains. When he was about to take a break, a little boy knocked on the door and walked in with a pot of flowers in his arms.
There was also a sylph accompanying him.
This boy has dark blue hair that is as curly as seaweed.
His slightly long hair was neatly combed by his mother and tied into two small braids hanging by his ears. He was also wearing a small ocher-colored robe and a small white flower on his chest.
He has fair skin and red lips. He looks like a beautiful little boy.
"Sir Chu Qi, this is the first pot of Cecilia flowers that have bloomed this year. Wendy said that I must give them to you."
The boy said this to Chu Qi as soon as he entered the door, and then led to the previous conversation about the name of the wind elf.
"Thank you, Xin La, you have all worked hard. Go play in the mountains for a while in the afternoon. Remember to keep an eye on your friends and don't always play on the construction site of the castle. It is too dangerous. Adults will not care when they are busy. It’s up to you.”
"Okay, I understand, you have worked hard too! Wendy, let's go!"
Watching the boy running away cheering, Chu Qi lowered his eyes, then turned his head, looked past the window, and cast his long gaze on the cylindrical tower not far away that had not yet been fully completed, but had already begun to take shape.
When the construction of this tower city is completed, Dickapian will move in together with Chu Qi and their two most devout believers.
And this city of high towers was named "Mond" by Diego Karapian.
