"Xiao Yan, it's time to eat!"
"Coming."
Mo Yan's right hand was wrapped in bandages as he stepped on the creaking wooden ladder. Below him, an old granny nearing seventy years old was neatly arranging the bowls and chopsticks.
In the small living room, an old man with a white beard was excitedly watching the highlights of last year's Chengdu Regional League Tournament.
"You're still watching? Come and eat. You're getting old …" The old granny's attitude towards Mo Yan was completely different. She pointed at the old man and grumbled something.
Mo Yan obediently sat in his seat and waited for the meal to start. After a while, the old man with the white beard wobbled over to the dining room that was less than ten meters away from the living room.
"Xiao Yan, I think among the three families in the Chengdu Regional League, Da Li …"
"Bang!"
"Eat!" The old granny threw the bowl in front of the old man and glared at him. Then, she gently placed the second bowl of rice in front of Mo Yan.
"Thank you, Granny Zhu Ye."
"Hey, I cooked a fish today. You should eat more."
"Okay."
The old man opposite opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He could only silently pick up the rice and fiercely eat a few mouthfuls. Then, he casually picked up some side dishes and didn't touch the fish in the middle at all.
"Here!" Zhu Ye personally picked up a piece of fish without any bones for the old man. She didn't say anything and just ate by herself.
"Put more spicy next time." The old man pretended to be picky and took a bite. Then, he smacked his lips and commented.
"You cook next time?"
"Haha, I think the taste is pretty good. Xiao Yan, don't you think so?" The old man retreated in defeat and conveniently found a way out for himself.
"Yes, it's delicious!"
Moyan smiled faintly. This old couple's hobby was to bicker. One after another, they were like two children.
The old granny's name was Zhu Ye. She was a fruit farmer born and raised in Spirit Fruit Town. She mainly cultivated blue oranges, sweet peaches, and so on.
The white-bearded old man was called Zhengxin, and he was also a local of Spirit Fruit Town. However, when he was young, he went out to train for a period of time. When he was at his strongest, he had a quasi-Heaven King, Herakros, as his main force.
When he realized that his dreams were getting further and further away, and that reality was getting closer and closer, he could only helplessly return to Spirit Fruit Town. Usually, he would help his fellow villagers deal with some problems such as elves stealing tree fruits. His life was quite carefree.
Mo Yan listened obediently to these family affairs, and his heart gradually calmed down.
After dinner, Mo Yan walked out of the house. Both Takeno and Takeshi knew that Mo Yan was a good trainer, so after reminding him to come back on time for dinner, they left him alone.
After leaving the Ghost Ship, Mo Yan had always had a sense of crisis. He felt that he was not strong enough, so he had arranged a full training plan.
Of course, with more training, the sprite's improvement speed would be faster, but at the same time, there would also be some hidden dangers.
First of all, skill proficiency. Other than a few attacking skills that were frequently used, the other skills were all in a state where they could be used. In actual combat, there was no use at all.
Soroilhac had Dark Blast as a facade, so it was not very obvious. Ghost Stone was different. Other than Shadow Ball and Mud Bomb, the other skills' effects were very ordinary.
Secondly, after entering the elite level, the most important thing was not to level up quickly, but to display one's abilities as much as possible. For example, the unique characteristics of the sprite, the bonus of personality in battle, the proficiency and depth of skills, and so on.
"I need to start practicing Soroilhac's hallucination characteristics. In 3v3 and above, using the hallucination characteristics for joint defense and surprise attacks is almost always effective!"
Mo Yan said as he wrote down the important points in his notebook. At this time, a hidden gaze fell on him.
Mo Yan, who had sharp senses, immediately discovered the other party. He glanced over and saw a little boy with dark skin carefully hiding behind a big tree, his eyes full of curiosity.
"Whoosh!"
The little boy seemed to have been discovered. He hid behind the tree in a panic, not daring to show his face for a long time.
Mo Yan looked at String Ball, who was being embarrassed into anger by Ghost Stone. It was probably these two guys that had attracted the little boy's attention.
Not caring, Mo Yan continued to work on the training plan. First, it was Soroilhac, then Ghost Stone, Yukira, and String Ball.
After sorting out their training plan one by one, Mo Yan brought String Ball and Ghost Stone deeper into the Forest. Only then did he release Soroilhac and Yukira.
For the next few days, Mo Yan lived this kind of ordinary life. The amount of sprite training was not very large, and it was more for him to familiarize himself with his own abilities.
As for the little boy, he also clocked in on time every day. However, he always hid behind a tree and quietly watched Mo Yan's training. He did not disturb him.
Mo Yan did not care. He would not release Yukira outside the Forest, so the little boy only saw Soroilhac and the others.
As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to recover from a serious injury. Although Mo Yan's physical fitness was much better than normal people, this illness was not something that could be completely recovered in a few days.
Moreover, Spirit Fruit Town was very peaceful. Other than the boss who came every half a month to harvest fruits, almost no one else came.
Finally, after a week of persistently peeking at the little boy, Mo Yan approached him with some interest.
The first thing that entered his eyes was a dark bowl cut, followed by the wheat-colored arms under the sun.
Although Mo Yan was not very big, he had been growing crazily during this period of time. He was already close to 1.5 meters tall.
"What's the matter?" It had been a long time since Mo Yan talked to someone from a higher position. For a moment, he had a better impression of the little boy.
"No … nothing, I'm just looking …" The mischievous child shook his head in panic in front of Mo Yan, as if he was being bullied.
"Really?"
"… Really."
"Then don't bother me in the future." Mo Yan's face was expressionless, but his heart suddenly felt like a little devil.
"Ah? I … I … I … "The little boy's cheeks were red. He was angry and desperate.
"Take care, I won't send you off."
"I … I have something to do!" The little boy stopped Mo Yan who was about to turn and leave.
"Then tell me, what is it?" Mo Yan picked up the ball of string that was naughtily tugging at his trousers and asked casually.
"I want to become a fairy trainer!" Although the little boy felt that Mo Yan was a little different from what he had imagined, he still spoke his mind.
"And then?"
"And then? What and then? "The little boy was a little silly and asked Mo Yan in return.
"And then why are you looking for me?"
"I …"
The little boy was a little confused. Why was he looking for Mo Yan? It was just that some time ago, he had heard that a fairy trainer had come to town, so he could not wait to come over and see what the fairy trainer was like.
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