The Bizarre Adventure of the Elf

Chapter 139 The Forest Musician at Night (Second Change)
The autumn moon is not much different from other seasons, it is the same with a faint yellow color, and then it looks like it has been chewed by Ray Kong in the sky, showing a mutilated appearance.

It is rare to find an open area without vegetation in the dense forest, and the two big tents look out of place in this forest.

"Ah... bored to death..."

One of the tents complained softly, it seemed that the original voice was deliberately lowered in order not to affect the rest of the others.

Dio had been staring at the top of the tent for a full hour with piercing eyes.

Glancing at Liang who was drooling while sleeping next to him, he mocked with disdain.

"Heh, drooling while sleeping, what a child."

Bang Liang put his hands and feet back under the quilt, and after pulling his quilt up to his neck, Dio tiptoed out of the tent.

Dio suffered from insomnia for a long time.

'It's all my fault for not bringing my little bed over. '

Dior can't sleep at night without a crib...

The time on the illustration book had already shown that it was already [-]:[-] at this point, and it was the next day.

The world quietly appeared behind, and the four even breaths were clearly reflected in Dio's mind.

'Just go to sleep. '

Without waking anyone, Dio puts on his shoes and coat.

Dio, who couldn't sleep, put all four Poké Balls under the quilt and covered them with the quilt.

Originally, Yuanlusha had always slept with Dio, but Dio, who couldn't sleep today, put him in the ball after Yuanlusha fell asleep.

Dio intends to stroll around here to vent his energy, and then go back to sleep in the tent.

Bring the elf illustration book, zip up the jacket, and continue to tiptoe away from the camp.

The cold wind blows on Dior's face, mixed with the faint fragrance of woods and a little bit of elf.

Dio could tell that it was the smell of ground-type elves who didn't like bathing all the year round.

He turned his head and glanced at the camp, and there were burnt wood in the camp where the insect repellent spray was sprayed, and the strong human breath prevented the elves around him from thinking about coming.

Basically, there will be no overlord-level elves in the safe zone.

The forest where Dior lives is an unknown small forest with a small area and not rich tree fruit resources, and the elves are all common types.

So Dior wasn't afraid that some elves would attack the camp while he was away.

The further you go into the forest, the denser the elves around you will be.

But almost all of them were docile elves who would not take the initiative to attack humans. Even when Dio reached out to touch them, he just trembled slightly in protest.

call--

The sound of the wind flying overhead.

Dio raised his head in surprise.

A group of purple Butterflies fluttered their white wings, drawing a trail of light in the night like a shooting star, coupled with the starry sky emitting a little bit of light, just like the stars that originally stayed beside the moon fell.

Dior knew that it was the silver powder on the wings of the Butterfly. For humans, if they inhaled a large amount, they might stay in this forest forever.

Throwing a piece of energy cube made of peach fruit into his mouth, Dio planned to follow the group of butterflies to have a look.

Dio was taken aback by the information fed back to his mind by the world, and a more interested smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After passing through the woods, jumping over the stream, and passing through a cave inhabited by Nidorino's family, Dio heard what he wanted to hear with his own ears.

A burst of soothing music.

With Dior's music appreciation level, this is the only sentence.

Before seeing anyone playing music, Dior saw wild elves densely packed together, just like kindergarten children listening to a teacher's lecture seriously.

Turning over a small mound, Dio saw a man in green clothes holding a beautiful harp playing unknown music.

No lyrics, just plain music.

The butterflies in the sky were still flying, and the powder sprinkled from their wings surrounded the man, but none of the butterflies' powder penetrated two meters around the man.

Dio's appearance did not affect the man's playing at all, and the elves around him did not show hostility to Dio's sudden appearance, but gave way to Dio's seat.

For the humility of these elves, Dio sat directly next to Mongoose Zhan.

Looking at the scars on his body, he couldn't be mistaken, it was the group that was beaten away by the rice spoon snake before.

He can't appreciate music, can't evaluate music, and can't distinguish between good and bad music.

He just thinks that music can calm the elf's mood, which is very powerful.

It will take a lot of work to convince Dio to quiet the elf (physics).

Gradually, the melodious piano sound at the beginning sank, fell into the bottom of the valley, and reverberated in a low voice, as if there was no hope at all.

The bat butterfly flying in the air also seemed to echo the sound of the piano, and the flying height gradually dropped to the surroundings of the elves.

Immediately afterwards, two strange notes jumped out, and all the melodies seemed to catch hope, climbing up layer by layer with difficulty, and finally reached the highest point.

Unknowingly, Dior's mind also fluctuates with the ups and downs of the music, when the music reaches its climax.

"what……"

Dio yawned.

Although it did not affect the performance of the musicians, it affected whether Dior could continue to listen.

He is sleepy.

Want sleep.

"Ding--"

With the sound of the last note, the surrounding elves began to leave one after another. The rich elves would put a fruit or precious items they had collected for a long time in front of the musician.

And the poor elf would turn around and retreat without saying a word like Dio.

"Friend, can you do me a favor?"

Dio didn't stop, and walked straight to the small mound that he turned over just now.

"That friend in yellow, can you do me a favor?"

Dio looked around and turned to look at the musician playing the piano after finding no one.

"Are you calling me?"

Pointing to his own nose, Dio's eyes narrowed.

This music is too relaxing, I am almost sleepy now (ó﹏ò).

Dio wants to go back to sleep in the tent as soon as possible, and the kind that wakes up in the morning and has to stay in bed for half an hour.

"I think there should be only the two of us here?"

Looking at Dior with a funny expression on his face, the musician gently placed the harp on the soft ground...

He fell straight down.

"My friend, can you... get me an anesthetic..."

"The group of Butterflies didn't control their fans well when they left..."

"If nothing else, I'm paralyzed now..."

(˙ー˙)
Dio slowly typed one:
　ps: Looking for a ticket?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)