There seems to be something wrong with the fairy world

Zhang Xiaomiao struggled to press down the cover of the F-level nutrition cabin. This time, the person he hated the most was lying in the F-level nutrition cabin.

Qinglan raised her hand and glanced at the optical brain. It was already five o'clock in the morning, and when she opened today's schedule, she had already missed the first item.

"Can you hold on?" Qing Lan raised her eyes and asked Zhang Xiaomiao.

Zhang Xiaomiao stared blankly at the F-level nutrition cabin, with a dazed expression.

"Tell me, if this scumbag is lucky and hits the 10% chance?" For the first time, Zhang Xiaomiao felt that the survival rate of the F-level nutrition cabin was a bit high.

"Sometimes, it's more fascinating to fail than to win when you think you almost succeeded." Qing Lan smiled: "If he survives by chance, I still have hundreds of ways to make him unnoticed." If you die, you can rest assured."

Zhang Xiaomiao nodded in confusion, and looked at Qing Lan: "What are we doing now?"

"Go and participate in these live broadcasts and interviews." Qing Lan called out the densely packed list from her brain: "I need more people to know me and give me spiritual support."

After listening to Qinglan's words, Zhang Xiaomiao rubbed her arms sourly: "Did you just say you want the red line? And "give me spiritual support", it sounds weird."

Qinglan looked at Zhang Xiaomiao expressionlessly.

Zhang Xiaomiao was stunned, and suddenly there was a sound in his ears, "I still have hundreds of ways to make him die without anyone noticing."

Zhang Xiaomiao shivered, straightened her back, and said with a sincere expression: "Yes, you are right, don't worry, I will definitely help you!"

***

Navell, the Internet celebrity elf, never thought that she could invite the champion of the Ensiqi Survival Contest to come to her live broadcast room for a guest interview as long as she spent [-] contribution points.

Navier got up early in the morning to freshen up and wash carefully, put on the most delicate white roses, put on the most beautiful and alluring gauze silk dress, spread out her crystal blue translucent wings, and took care of it carefully.

Narville's two human assistants had eyes full of envy, what beautiful elves!

"Has the room been furnished?" Naville looked at the silver-framed mirror made of crystal, combing her long silver hair.

"It has been arranged." The human assistant replied respectfully.

"According to your human aesthetics, do you think I'm beautiful?" Naville tilted her head and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Of course, you have a distinguished bloodline and are the most beautiful." The human assistant's eyes showed a bit of obsession.

"Then if I made a mistake, I should be forgiven, right?" Narville raised a mischievous smile, with a prank-like idea brewing in her heart.

The two human assistants looked at each other with a bad feeling.

"Go, cut off one of the legs of his smart chair." Naville said enthusiastically, "There is also a butt pad on the chair, a drink that will be sprayed out when you twist it, and a snack with facial cleanser, Spray the decaying agent on the flowers arranged in the room to ensure that the flowers will wither soon after he sits down, and the cream cake, the kind that is difficult to wash off if it touches the face, and..."

Navier bit her lip and thought for a while: "Don't you humans have some kind of ancestral essential oil? Apply it on the spare chair. By the way, prepare a gift with a snake inside..."

A human assistant couldn't help it, and asked, "Why did you treat him like this? This will definitely leave a bad impression on the audience."

"Who asked him to bully the five beauties of our elves in the competition?" Navier snorted coldly: "Our elves are very united, besides, he only needs three thousand contribution points once, and I can't afford it for a meal." It's more expensive than that."

The two humans looked at each other and slowly lowered their heads.

"Hahaha, it's fun to think about it. He sat down, farted in front of tens of thousands of spectators, and fell to the ground. At this time, the flowers in the room are all withered. I'm doing a gesture of covering my nose, laughing Kill me!" Navier laughed and trembled.

"There are still 10 minutes before the live broadcast, it's time to adjust the equipment." A human assistant reminded Naweier.

"Okay, okay." Naville painted her delicate lips, turned and walked to the live broadcast room.

Qing Lan and Zhang Xiaomiao took the free hover car to the address provided by the internet celebrity Elf. Zhang Xiaomiao politely pressed the "Visitor" button in front of the Elf's villa, and someone immediately came to open the door.

"Hello, I'm Qinglan's assistant, Zhang Xiaomiao." Zhang Xiaomiao greeted warmly when he saw that he was of the same kind.

"Hello." The visitor smiled a little reluctantly, not daring to raise his head to look at Qinglan more.

I want to help the elves and destroy the image of the human being who won the championship in the first fifth-class competition.

The elves are very united, because they don't have to worry about their livelihood. All pride and integrity are based on material foundations, don't they?

As long as I know that if I lose my job, my family will not have enough food and clothing, and that is enough.

"The live broadcast room is next to me. I'll take you there. Miss Narvillier has been waiting for you for a long time." The human assistant led Zhang Xiaomiao and Qing Lan up the stairs.

Zhang Xiaomiao couldn't help but stare at this luxurious villa randomly, the first-level planet is expensive, and such a big house needs at least tens of millions of contribution points, right?

And the soft carpet under the feet, the exquisite decorations around, the stair handrails made of crystal, and the floor of C-grade hardness ore, this elf is simply a local tyrant!

"Is Miss Neville rich?" Zhang Xiaomiao couldn't help asking.

The human assistant who was leading the way paused: "Miss Narville is the cousin of the next Great Elf, and she has the noble blood of the Great Elf."

"Let me tell you." Zhang Xiaomiao glanced wildly, her voice full of envy: "No wonder you are so handsome."

"By the way, do you want to accompany Mr. Qinglan to watch the live broadcast room?" The human assistant winked at Zhang Xiaomiao intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhang Xiaomiao is not stupid, and immediately understood: "Yes, I want to observe, my Qinglan is also very tasteful."

Qing Lan remained silent in the middle.

Arriving in the live broadcast room, Qinglan saw Navell at a glance. She was very beautiful, with a pure and charming appearance, like a white rose covered with dew in the morning. A smile could make a man fall under her pomegranate skirt.

Zhang Xiaomiao was used to seeing Qing Lan, but she didn't find Na Weier so amazing.Zhang Xiaomiao said hello to Navier politely, and asked if he could observe the live broadcast room.

Naville readily agreed, and watched with a smile as Zhang Xiaomiao took away the butt pad from the seat.

Nasty humans!

"Excuse me, are you ready to observe?" Naville asked Zhang Xiaomiao politely: "I'm going to start the live broadcast."

Zhang Xiaomiao looked around and found no other problems, so he nodded: "Thank you for your cooperation."

"Okay, you can go and discuss other issues with my assistant, now there are only me and this gentleman here." Naviel glanced at Qinglan who looked a little wooden.

"Okay." Zhang Xiaomiao smiled: "Qinglan will enter D. soon, I hope Miss Navell will enjoy the live broadcast."

Navell's smile froze slightly. It seems that her cousin had given an order in the clan a long time ago, not to fight against D., and she was just playing a prank. It shouldn't be a problem, right?

Naville turned on the live broadcast and greeted the audience first, because it was announced in advance that many people had already arrived in the live broadcast room.

"Today, Na Weier has invited a heavyweight guest, everyone, don't be too surprised~" Na Weier smiled charmingly and looked at Qing Lan: "I invite Mr. Qing Lan, the champion of this year's Ensky Survival Competition."

Qing Lan stepped forward, and within the range of the live broadcast, she showed a decent smile and sat on the chair next to Navell.

"Hi everyone, I'm Qinglan." It was the first time for Qinglan to experience this kind of scene, and she was a little uncomfortable.

Na Weier waited for a long time, but she did not see that Qing Lan had a tendency to fall.

"Mr. Qing Lan is so handsome, Na Weier can't even turn his eyes away." Na Weier reacted and kept smiling.

Many viewers in the exchange area have paid attention to Qing Lan and Xiao Mengmeng. When they saw Qing Lan appearing on the stage, they immediately picked up gifts.

"Wow, my good wife and mother!"

"Good wife and loving mother, where is Xiao Mengmeng?"

"Little brother Qinglan is very photogenic, looking at it now, it's so beautiful!"

"Navier feels like a good wife and mother!"

"By the way, Navier, aren't you the little princess of the elves? Wumei was treated badly by a good wife and mother, so you just protect him like this?"

"Call my Navell, she is a good elf without racial discrimination!"

"Hey, on behalf of the elves, I hate good wives and loving mothers, and bully my five beauties!"

Navier listened to the comments from all parties, her smile remained the same.

"Then next, Na Weier wants to ask Mr. Qing Lan a few questions." Na Wei Er looked sideways at Qing Lan.

"Excuse me." Qing Lan was very polite.

"Mr. Qinglan, are you really human? When I watched the live broadcast of the Ensky Competition, I found that Mr. Qinglan seemed to know the spells of the elves." Naweier looked curious.

"I'm a human being." Qing Lan's tone was very affirmative: "Your so-called magic, as long as a human being with the talent for cultivation, can do it."

Naweier was stunned, resisted the urge to slap the table, and covered her mouth with a smile: "Mr. Qinglan really knows how to joke. I said that there are many places that are not clear in the live broadcast. Can you perform your spells live?"

Qing Lan nodded, stood up, looked at the flowers arranged around the studio, and gently raised her hand.

The flowers withered in an instant, and the petals were lifted up by a gust of airflow and spiraled up in the live broadcast room, like a ribbon of petals, after a naughty circle around Navell, it rose to the roof and scattered suddenly. open.

A rain of flower petals floated in the live broadcast room, romantic and moving.

When the petals surrounded her, Narville sensitively felt an unusually friendly fluctuation, like the holy spring she had soaked in, making her body and mind light.This feeling can only be had by the side of the great elf.

When the flower petal rain fell again, Na Weier saw Qinglan's eyes obviously differently.

Na Weier stood up involuntarily, and looked directly at Qing Lan, with unusually close eyes.

"I don't know why, Mr. Qing Lan's breath makes Na Weier feel very kind." Na Weier bit her lips: "Can I ask Mr. Qing Lan's parents' identities? Your breath just now reminds me of elves." The holy spring of the clan."

Qinglan took a petal falling from the sky, injected a bit of spiritual power, and handed it to Na Weier: "I have never met my parents, I was taken in by my master, until I entered a first-level planet, and my master was taken in by me." No contact."

Narville took the petals and carefully put them into a box. She became more and more certain in her heart that the man opposite him was definitely not a human. He was most likely a hybrid of elves and humans. On the side of the elves, there might even be a big elf lineage.

Thinking that Qinglan might have the blood of a great elf flowing through her body, or that she might be her own cousin, but she has always been discriminated against as a human being, Navier suddenly felt a little sorry for Qinglan.

Seeing that Qing Lan was about to sit down, Na Weier gritted her teeth and kicked one leg of Qing Lan's chair, only to see that the chair had a broken leg and fell to the side.

Qing Lan:? ? ?

"Oh, I was so careless!" Navier covered her mouth and pushed her chair to Qinglan's side: "You sit on mine, there is a spare beside it."

Na Weier pulled over the spare smart chair, and when she sat down, she suddenly felt that her skirt was wet. After remembering that she had tampered with this chair, Na Weier turned pale.