These two people have almost nothing in common, but their looks seem to be carved from the same mold.
"This, how is this possible?" Dai Yuan no longer dared to take it seriously. She felt that the people in the painting must have some kind of relationship with her, otherwise they would not be exactly the same.
Yue Hua, who was born into the royal family of the Yue Clan, felt that this incident was even more unusual.
"Chief, is there any record about this friend in the clan?" Dai Yuan wanted to know more information from here.
The leader shook his head helplessly.
"The Elf tribe has no written language, and all its history and allusions are passed down orally from generation to generation. Over time, it is inevitable that it will be lost. I only know that this woman once helped our ancestors establish the Elf tribe."
Dai Yuan looked at the woman in the painting with disappointment for a long time. She vaguely felt that the woman in the painting had an indescribable sense of intimacy.
Until the leader slowly moved the wooden sculpture and the portrait slowly rolled up.
"You can come and see us at any time. Now it's time for us to fill our stomachs," the leader said humorously.
Filling your stomach is indeed the most important thing right now.
Dai Yuan and his entourage followed the leader out of the ancestral hall, and saw that the elves had set up tables and chairs in the clearing in the forest. There were various colors of juice on the table, which seemed to be for drinking, and various kinds of juices.
The dim sum looks like it should be eaten, but there is no meat.
The elves treated the clan leader's guests respectfully.
At this time, the little girl who claimed to be one hundred and fifty years old also appeared inside. She was busy with everyone else, for fear of neglecting her savior.
The few famous elves in the elves came, and what was originally a small meal turned into a gathering of the elves. Including the elf grandpa mentioned by the female elf.
He had the same thought as Yue Hua Luota. His long white beard hung down to his toes, but there were no wrinkles that could trap mosquitoes. His eyes were clear and strong, and he had the dignity of an elder. He was said to be one hundred and fifty years old.
believe.
During the banquet, the leader introduced people from his tribe to Dai Yuan and the others. Dai Yuan smiled, but she was thinking about the portrait in her heart. She even put aside asking Grandpa Elf about Bing Luan.
Where do I have the brain cells to remember the positions and professional titles of these elves? I only know that many elves are very important in this family.