Pokemon's Fifth Elite

Chapter 158

The "doughnut" began to disintegrate, and one after another flying elves flew out of it, as if they had remembered a certain place, lightly skimming over the heads of the townspeople and flying to their expected destination.

Two or three feathers flew out when they reached the people, accurately floating on their clothes, in their hoods, or stuck to their elves and fell at their feet.

No one competes. The goal of the spirit is very clear and easy to distinguish.

Those who got the feather cheered, and those who didn't have to watch others howl with envy.

As the doctor said, the flying elves did not stop. They flew south in the dark. A few returned to the canyon. A few simply flew to the specially built hut in the town to rest.

Luther and all the elves in sackcloth looked up at the sky, obsessed with the dreamy moment, and listened to waves of cheers and congratulations.

Luther took the camera and, like the people next to him, consciously turned off the flash and slammed the shutter on those figures that had not dissipated in the night sky.

After a capture, Luther found three figures in the view of the camera. They seemed to fly straight to the elf center.

In addition to Luther still thinking about catching two more shots, others put down their cameras and watched the feathers fall with expectation.

Big billed finches, bidiao, owl nighthawks, and fierce finches, Bobo and Goo Goo who followed them.

When the team composed of more than a dozen elves came to the elves center, they suddenly began to circle. The people in the yard of the elves center became excited, clenched their hands on their chest and began to pray.

Chrysanthemum grass leaf stayed for a moment. She felt that the figure in the air was quite familiar.

Bobo flew down, and a feather fell on a foreign traveler with a camera not far from Luther. The foreign traveler picked up the feather and waved to the Bobo desperately with his sucker puppet.

"You should also grow up healthily."

The process of blessing is often two-way.

The fierce bird, Goo Goo, took turns, and almost all the people in the yard of the spirit center got the feathers, which made them very excited.

In previous years, Luoyu has never seen such a situation that a whole team of elves crowded in an area. This scene even stunned the people nearby.

However, it is strange that the Bi eagle, big billed Finch, owl nighthawk and a few elves without feathers still don't mean to leave.

After waiting for a while, the three elves seemed to reach a consensus, waving their wings and falling down together slowly.

Looking at the three figures flying straight to himself and sackcloth, Luther was silly.

The light feathers floated down from the three elves. Others had only one or two feathers, and Luther had at least three or four each.

The chrysanthemum grass leaf held the feather floating in front of him, stretched out his hand and called for the three elves. The three elves fell to the ground, looked deeply at Luther and the sackcloth.

I see. I see everything.

Luther was not a fool. It was obvious that the feathers in the chrysanthemum leaf cloth bag were the hands of the three. No wonder the owl looked so familiar in front of her. Even lucky egg touched her head and smiled shyly.

"We will take good care of chrysanthemum leaves, absolutely, absolutely..."

The gaze on Luther and the sackcloth softened, and they turned their heads together and looked into the elf center.

Joey and the doctor are also looking at the courtyard. They have never seen such a falling feather scene.

The number of falling feathers, and according to the truth, when the falling feathers are completed, these Elves will fly away.

Is there a wounded spirit among them?

Joey and the doctor thought of the possibility, opened the door and went out.

When they came to the three elves, the big billed Finch, the eagle and the owl showed a relieved expression.

Joey was stunned. She seemed to have seen Bi Diao and big billed finch in front of her... This vague feeling flashed past, and a gust of wind blew her hair.

The three elves flapped their wings at the same time and returned to the sky. They circled with the elves behind them. They swooped down slowly again. When they floated past Joey and the doctor, the sky was full of feathers.

Joey only felt that he was blocked by all kinds of feathers. When his sight recovered, bidiao and tit flew to the canyon, while Bobo and tit were taken to the south by Owl Nighthawk.

Joey looked at the back and suddenly recalled a past.

When I first got the qualification certificate, it seemed that I rescued a scarred bidiao and a big billed finch with bent claws in a town near Luoyu town.

Too many elves have been saved. Even what they did and said at that time are blurred. The only thing that can overlap in their mind seems to be the scene of two elves flapping their wings and flying away together after silence.

It's as like as two peas.

"That's not much time than the eagle and the big billed bird."

The doctor's words made Joey's mind buzzing.

"The beak has no luster, looks very crisp, and the claws are passivated. Didn't you hear his violent breathing when taking off... The falling feathers are very rough. It can be seen that they are two very old elves. This winter is not very friendly to them."

Chrysanthemum grass leaf was still playing happily with those feathers. She didn't understand the doctor's implication. Other elves and people in the yard understood it.

The first to react was the elves, who shouted wildly in the direction of the bidiao and the beaked bird.

Luther's shoulder still hung the feathers that had just fallen from the three elves. He picked up the feather and suddenly felt heavy.

"Take care, goodbye!"

"Remember to come back and have a look!"

People shouted one after another with the cry of the elves, and the two smaller and smaller figures gradually melted into the night.

Owl Nighthawk is undoubtedly the youngest leader among them. Bidiao and big billed bird gave him their clan * * and let owl Nighthawk teach these children the ability to migrate.

Even if one day, they want to fly to the wider sky, they can find the feeling of this flight.

If they choose to guard the town like themselves for a lifetime, they will always have a warm cabin to live in.

The right to choose has been left to their descendants.

They left their sustenance to the owl and gave their beautiful wishes to the people of this land.

Ignorant and stumbling in front of them, the chrysanthemum grass leaf is undoubtedly a baby. Since it is a baby who has not seen this beautiful world, it should get more blessings.

The last gift to leave the dead to the newborn is these countless falling feathers in front of us.