These three luxuriously dressed female dark elves also put their hands together respectfully and bowed devoutly when they left Banyan Tree Dong.
"Dark Elf God Amelia, please bless this little girl to have a boy in one fell swoop."
"Amelia, the dark elf god, please help me find a good husband."
"Dark Elf God Amelia, please bless my mother's illness to get better soon."
The voices of the three female dark elves praying could be heard faintly, and both Ling Luo and Jianlong heard them.
"Is this a temple?"
Ling Luo's complexion changed slightly.
The cheap dragon narrowed his red-black eyes, looking disapproving, and said: "If it is a temple, it is a bit small."
Ling Luo's beautiful eyes dimmed slightly, and she lowered her voice and said: "The dark elf god Emilia is probably the god that the dark elves believe in and worship."
The cheap dragon clicked his tongue and wondered: "How come my emperor's dragon horns exist in the temple of the god that the dark elves believe in?"
Ling Luo also looked puzzled and said: "This does not make sense."
Although the cheap dragon is a bit wretched, the power in him is the purest and most blazing power of extreme fire, and it cannot be of dark nature.
The three female dark elves finished worshiping the gods and left talking and laughing.
In the blink of an eye, an older dark elf with white hair and beard also walked out of the banyan tree, bowed respectfully and muttered something.
"It can't be wrong, it should be the temple." Ling Luo made a judgment and said, "Even if it is not the main temple, it is a branch temple."
As she spoke, she took out some bottles containing medicinal materials and plasters from the black jade space ring, and spread them out on a relatively flat horizontal root system.
"Xiaoluo, what are you doing?" Jianlong stared at the celadon bottles and small jade plates with great curiosity, and saw some lavender and blue-gray ointments inside.
Ling Luo took out some more tools, played with them intently, and said, "Disguise."
When she came out of the inn, she was so anxious that she forgot to wear the silver mask that could hide her breath.
If you enter the temple rashly this time, you will definitely be besieged by the group of sick dark elves.
She has a lot of medicinal materials in stock, some of which have a dyeing effect. With a little mixing, she can simulate the skin color of a dark elf.
A quarter of an hour later.
Ling Luo mixed the dye, applied a thin layer on her face, and then tied her hair up high, making her look very energetic.
"Xiao Luo, the dark elf costume you want."
The cheap dragon dragged over a female dark elf who had been knocked unconscious.
Ling Luo nodded.
Let the cheap dragon avoid it for a moment, and then changed clothes with the female dark elf.
Dark elves like to wear extremely bright-colored clothing, especially orange, and they have an almost paranoid love.
They like to wear long trousers, long boots, close-fitting short skirts, ribbons around their waists, and daggers.
Therefore, the women of the dark elves all look very energetic, and they all look like royal sisters.
Ling Luo has a taller figure and slender legs. Although he is not as obvious as the dark elf, after dressing up, he looks quite similar.
What's even more coincidental is that the dark elf whom the dragon knocked unconscious seemed to be a girl of cardamom age, with a figure about the same as herself, and her boots were also high-heeled.