Mother is a tree, my mother has been cultivating immortality for eighty years and is invincible

"Huh? Master, can you let me recover? It's so good!

"As long as I don't have these injuries, I can launch a dash towards the ninth-level imperial level!"

Even the big head who has lived for more than a thousand years heard the news, he was a little calm, and almost jumped up on his shoulder.

Don't say wait for months, wait years, decades and it's willing.

"Hmph, don't underestimate your master!"

Davis, who was riding on a white horse, snorted coldly, put his hands in his pockets, and looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.

For the rest of the day.

While hurrying, he used his true yuan to channel the injuries in the big head's body.

Qiankun True Technique is the top-level Flood Barren Technique inherited from the creation of jade disc fragments.

Although in terms of combat, it is inferior to other top-level exercises of the same level.

However, the cultivation of the physical body, as well as the treatment of injuries, are also beyond other exercises.

When cultivation reaches a certain level, even blood rebirth is a basic operation.

Although Davis's realm is still relatively low, the cultivated True Yuan is still no problem to treat the dark injuries in the body of an eighth-level demon beast.

......

On this day, when they came to a restaurant in a big city, they found that there were already many people sitting here.

"Oh, it's a big city, and there are many more people eating in restaurants than in other places."

In addition to eating, everyone also stared at a stage in front of the hall.

And on the stage, there is an elderly elf, telling a story.

Frustrated, slowly said.

The elves below listened with relish, and some even forgot to eat.

"Isn't this the storyteller in a past life? I didn't expect that there was also on the Cangyue Continent.

"But people in this world, the spiritual life is too scarce, just this little story, can be so fascinating."

Davis shook his head, took a small glass of cider, and tasted the charred Warcraft meat.

But while eating, he felt that something was wrong.

It's not that there's something wrong with the food in front of you, but that there's something wrong with the story told by Mr. Storyteller on stage.

Storytelling: A beautiful elven girl walks out of the city to pick mushrooms in the forest, but coincides with a wounded handsome Terran count. The kind elven girl bandaged his wounds, gave him food, and found him a place to recuperate in the forest. And in the process of recuperating from injuries, the two gradually developed feelings....

"Since then, the elven maiden and the count have returned to the Terrans, and they have lived happily ever after."

After the storyteller finished the story, he stroked his beard and smiled.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good old gentleman!"

"That's great!"

......

There was a cheer in the audience, especially many elf girls, and their eyes lit up, untied their purses, took out a few copper coins, and rewarded the old gentleman.

Just such a bloody love story, in the elven race of the other world, can be so popular, it is really beyond Davis's imagination.

Having experienced the explosion of information in his previous life, he can make up hundreds of similar stories in minutes.

But what he is thinking about now is not that the plot of the story is not bloody,

but that he smells some conspiracy from this story.

Why is such a misrepresented love story between elves and Terrans spread in the elven empire?

What harm will such a story bring to the elves?

The eyes of the simple elven girls under the stands, will they leave their homes and go to the Terran residence because of such a story?

What will happen to the elven girl who goes to the Terrans?

Who made up this bloody story? How did it spread?

Davis is different from those simple elves, and his many years of online career in his previous life have made him deeply aware of the dangers of false propaganda, especially the deliberate guidance of some malicious information, which is even more destructive.

He didn't know how long such a story had been circulating, if it was some years, then there was a high probability that there were already simple elven girls who went to the Terran residence with good hopes because of such a story.

As for the fate of these elven girls, it goes without saying.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Davis was not in the mood to continue eating.

He left the table directly, walked onto the stage, and came to the side of Mr. Storyteller.

And Mr. Storyteller and the audience in the audience looked at this handsome elf with amazement.

"Hello, old sir."

"I am Davis, the elder of the Elven Empire, and this is my medal."

He took out his Elder Medal and handed it to the other party to see.

"Now there are some things that need your help, you must come with me to the Elven Imperial City."

Davis was not in the mood to grind, and said directly to the point.

"Huh? This one...... How can I help you?

"Do I have to go to the Elven Imperial City?"

Mr. Storyteller did not suspect his identity, this city was already deep in the elven empire, and no one dared to impersonate the elven elder at will.

"Yes, time is tight, you pack your things, let's go now."

"I will compensate you for the loss of work in the future these days."

Davis replied.

"Okay, okay, you wait, I'll just get a few clothes."

Although Mr. Storyteller was a little panicked in the face of the sudden situation, he did not refuse.

The people of the elven race were still relatively simple, and he did not realize his problem.

The two quickly went out, leaving only the diners in the restaurant who looked at each other and talked in low voices.

In order to be able to reach the Elven Imperial City faster, Davis, who was not poor in money, bought a horse for Mr. Storyteller.

Although it is much worse than his own white horse, it is still no problem to rush.

In addition, this city is actually not too far from the Elven Imperial City, and after more than a week, the two successfully arrived in the Imperial City.

In the inner city, Davis handed the reins of two horses to the guards guarding the city.

As the most powerful genius of the elven race, and the youngest elder, the guards recognized his identity at a glance and repeatedly claimed to settle the horses.

And he took the storyteller and went straight to the apse in the palace and found the elven queen.

"Yo, your vacation is still a while away."

"Can't help but want to come back to work now?"

"This dragon lizard on your shoulder looks good, is it your new pet?"

When the empress saw his arrival, she got up and laughed.

Davis was not surprised by the tone of the Empress, but the storyteller next to him was the first time he saw such a big person, and he seemed a little restrained.

"Sister Alice, I went out this time and encountered some things, so I hurried back early."

"Let's listen to this old gentleman first, and you will know what happened to me."

Davis stopped the Empress's inquiry and turned directly to the storyteller to start telling the story.