Chapter 59 I became the Phoenix Priest  (1)

The elegance and nobility of the elves are as famous as the Hobbit halfling cooking. As the sound of the tomahawk landing ended, all the elves priests returned to their gentlemanly faces. Even the most shocking Xiangshuai was the same.

"It really surprised me. You can defend against Cappus, who is extremely powerful, and won. Praise the moon god Eluni, you are such a powerful warrior." Tyrande changed into that charming smile and announced the result of the battle in a fairy-like voice. "I believe everything you said! But we need more rigorous and sufficient evidence. We will send the most powerful warriors to inquire about the Behemoth hunting team you described. If the situation is true, I will issue an offensive document to the tribe together with other elders to avenge our looted compatriots!"

Leren covered his mouth, and tears of excitement kept falling from his satisfied face.

She will never forget the robbers with faces, the ferocity in her eyes when she waved the butcher knife, nor will she forget the unwilling wail of her dead companions. Now, their revenge can finally be avenged. "Thanks to the great Eluni, thanks to the respected Lord Tyrande!"

Yang Dashuan was sneering, saying such gorgeous words and perfect shirking.

At that time, it will take three years to find the Behemoth hunting team, and then three years to find the evidence, and then report to the Elders' House for another three years. I am afraid that when all the insiders die, the real murderer may not be able to receive the punishment they deserve. Yang Dashuan can't say anything because he is not qualified to care about the rights of these superiors.

Even if there is, I can only find an opportunity to attack in the middle of the night.

Yang Dashuan heard Xiang Shuai invite Leren to have dinner together. It seemed that this kid was not giving up after his last rejection, and was like a disgusting toad that stuck to him. Yang Dashuan immediately had an idea in his heart, and brought this guy drunk tonight and dragged him to the toilet and beat him up.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Leren shivered with coldness and couldn't help but shivered.

Xiang Shuai took off her cloak gentlemanly and prepared to cover Leren's body.

"Slow down, what are you doing?" Yang Dashuan, with sharp eyes, hurriedly stopped him. "This is my wife!"

"It is what every gentleman should do to solve problems for a beautiful lady. I doubt that you are really her husband? Or is this poor night elf forced by your powerful force and has to bow down to you." Xiang Shuai met Yang Dashuan's careless gaze without looking at him. "But even so, you still have something worthy of my admiration!"

"Oh? I have other advantages that you want to admire?" Yang Dashuan twisted his nose and rubbed it on the stone pillar behind him. A string of shiny mucus suddenly appeared on the chest of Medusa's relief on the stone pillar.

"At least you did not use force to deprive a girl of chastity. However, this made me wonder if your ability and force were inversely proportional!"

Obilaschi, fucking guy!

Yang Dashuan looked at Xiangshuai with his head tilted, and the anger in his eyes could almost burn the entire temple. No man would be angry when he was mentioned in bed without his ability. Yang Dashuan was most proud of himself because he had two beautiful wives, Laren and Alice, who were the most aggrieved at the same time. The two beautiful wives who were only fighting with him. No wonder when others mentioned it, they thought they were not capable of some kind.

"Rog!" Leren quietly pulled Yang Dashuan.

Yang Dashuan rolled his eyes, took out the feather cloak from his pocket and put it on Leren's shoulder.

The fiery red feathers were as dazzling as flames in the dim temple. The moment they appeared, the wet and cold temperature in the temple quickly increased a lot. Tyrande even widened his eyes, his lips trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to speak, but couldn't speak.

With a bang, the book "Introduction to Magic" used by Lao Yang to wipe his butt also fell.

The elves priests present made a sound of breathing in in a uniform manner, and their momentum seemed quite grand.

The exquisite title page has been clenched into a ball, and most of the pages with pictures and texts have been pulled away, but the author's name is still left on the cover: Kochs. Several elves priests with bad eyes leaned forward a few steps, narrowing their eyes, for fear of seeing the wrong words.

Xiang Shuai lost her noble expression and turned into a tragic look of her parents' death.

He was about to reach out to pick it up, but one hand was faster than him.

Yang Dashuan smiled at everyone, "I'm using it urgently, the lumps of earth and leaves are too hard."

The elves priests almost fainted, and this human being was a prodigal son!

"Mr. Roger, you lied to me so hard... You are not a dragon knight, you are clearly a Phoenix Knight." Tyrande walked down from the stone pedestal excitedly. "In addition to the knight who owns the Phoenix, who can use the feathers of the Phoenix to make such a luxurious and luxurious cloak! By the way, do you know Cochs?"

"He...he is my father!" Yang Dashuan didn't think about it and was talking nonsense. But the cloak was given by the druid. Could it be that it was really the feather of a phoenix?

Leren secretly pinched Yang Dashuan, and Old Yang grinned in pain.

She wanted to explain, but Yang Dashuan grabbed her waist and immediately let out a soft cry. Laren, who found that she was out of control, quickly covered her mouth.

"Please forgive my question. Priest Kochis Dragon is already seventy years old, but you seem to be only thirty years old!" Tyrande still smiled and asked Yang Dashuan in his most elegant posture.

"What, I'm thirty years old? Obiraschi, I'm only seventeen years old!" Yang Dashuan looked indignant. "I'm his illegitimate son!"

No one has ever been reassuring when he said he was someone else's illegitimate child. Yang Dashuan was probably the first one. Although he was reluctant, the expression on his face was extremely rich. The expression that he wanted to stop still made Tyrande even believe Yang Dashuan's identity. If she knew that the reason why Yang Dashuan had such a rich expression on her face was just because she was said to be thirty at the age of seventeen, she would probably have vomited a mouthful of blood.

There was a silence in the temple.

All the elf priests who wanted to come up to chat with him were rejected by Yang Dashuan.

Even Tyrande's dinner invitation was rejected by Yang Dashuan without hesitation. "Thank you for your kindness, my Fox wife is waiting for me to go back outside the temple."

"Since that's the case, I won't try to keep you." Tyrande smiled slightly, watching Yang Dashuan step into the long corridor, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

Yang Dashuan pulled Leren and walked faster and faster.

"What's going on? I'm so anxious. Even if you're anxious to see Sister Alice, there's no need to reject Lord Tyrande's kindness. Look, how kind and gentle she is." When Leren thought of Tyrande, who always smiled, he couldn't help but praise her. "By the way, you were able to hit Capps with one blow, which surprised me. I found that you are becoming more and more difficult to figure out now, like a deep ocean."

"If I say... Capps admits his defeat, do you believe it?" Yang Dashuan suddenly stopped and looked at Leren with a serious expression.

Leren was obviously surprised and looked at Yang Dashuan in disbelief.

"Let's go, let's talk as we go." Yang Dashuan pulled Leren, "When I swung my axe over, I didn't feel any recoil force at all. Our strength was equal, and the biggest possibility was the result of losing both sides."

"What the hell is going on?" Leren was a little dizzy.

"I don't know very well. I always feel a little weird in this temple, just like the Peter Village tragedy. To say irresponsible words, maybe this matter is just some elves making trouble behind the scenes!" Yang Dashun said without looking back. "And my intuition tells me that trouble is coming soon. If we don't leave here again!"

"Teacher!" Leren shouted in surprise.

In front of the main entrance of the big open temple, Posaya flexibly danced the javelin made of Manhabi plants, with her eyes arrogant and ethereal. The noon sun shone onto the entire Yinyue City Elf Temple, and the moon well in front of the temple exuded a dazzling luster. Posaya stood on the dividing line of light and darkness, looking at Yang Dashuan and Leren who could not stop without expression.

"Get out of the way!" Posaya tilted her head to Leren and signaled her to leave Yang Dashuan.

Alice, looking out of the temple, tiptoed and stretched her head to look inside. Because it was too dark, she could only vaguely see the shadow in the corridor. If she wanted to come in, she was blocked by several elves warriors.

"Rogue, is it you?" Alice shouted loudly at the door.

Yang Dashuan did not reply. He just looked at the little fox silently, and then turned his eyes to Posaya. "I thought it was Xiangshuai!"

"What? Is it surprising that I am here?" Posaya played with a beautiful flower gun and stood the javelin in front of her.

"I will not be surprised who appears in front of me. Because you are Leren's mentor, I don't think I will bear to beat you up." Yang Dashuan shouted, spitting on the floor with exquisite reliefs, and then rubbed his feet.

"Teacher!" Leren looked at the two of them, his head was covered in mud. What was going on?

"You go out and wait for me outside with Alice." Yang Dashuan laughed twice, gently slapped Laren's butt, signaling her to leave quickly.
Chapter completed!