"No... impossible!"

The Elf Ancestor died and disappeared 10,000 years ago, okay?

Suddenly, he said that he was the Elves Ancestor and must be a fake.         ≈

"You go to the library to bring the portrait of your elf ancestor, that is, my portrait, and go to the sacrificial hall to bring the statue of your elf ancestor over and take a look."

Bingli: "..."

The long-lost portraits of the library and the particularly mysterious and noble statues of gods worshipped in the sacrificial hall were brought over.

Put it on the black jade table, the portrait unfolds and the statue of the god stands.

Bing Lizai looked carefully, but she didn't know if she didn't look at it, and she was shocked when she saw it!

Except for the traces left by this gray beard and the years on the Elf Ancestor, the other facial features and faces were almost exactly the same.

At first, Bingli only felt familiar when he saw the elf ancestor. Later, because of the prophet, he didn't think much about it. In addition, although they worshipped portraits and statues, they basically only once every one or two hundred years. To this day, their faces are a bit long and their memories are blurred, so they didn't recognize them for a while.

Bingli looked at the portraits and statues of gods, and then looked at the white-bearded elf ancestor.

Kuroko Mo was surprised, "Remove this beard and you look exactly the same as the person on the portrait and the person on the statue."

The elf ancestor wrapped his arms around and raised his eyebrows.

Bingli still doesn't believe it very much.

The Elf Ancestor took off his outer robe directly, "Let you little bastards see the tender skin of this Ancestor..."

He took off his outer robe, exposed his chest and back, and there was a birthmark on his back, but to outsiders, the birthmark was more like a picture, just like the totem of the elves.

Bingli reached out and touched her. It was not a painting, but a real one on her skin. His legs immediately became weak and he was so scared that he collapsed on the ground.

"The totem of the Elf Clan was derived from the birthmark on the back of the Elf Ancestor... This world is unique."

If you say anything can be imitated or forged, but this birthmark is not possible.

Bingli opened his eyes in surprise, not knowing what to do.

He was about to cry.

The Elf Ancestor was dressed neatly, "Little Bastard, while I was sleeping, you can see what you made the Elf Clan look like? Now he still dares to blatantly bully this Ancestor... Little girl! Bingli, you are really impatient to live, right?"

"Old Ancestor..." Bingli looked at Ye Xiyue sitting leisurely on the chair. Who is she?

How could it be the one the ancestor wants to protect?

"I just shouted to this ancestor, saying who is bold? Who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who

"Ancestor, I'm talking about myself, I'm not talking about others, it's because I didn't recognize the true body of the ancestor and collided with the ancestor."

Bingli really wanted to find a crack in the ground to drill down. He finally understood what Ye Xiyue said just now: Actually, I really don’t want to embarrass the patriarch. If the patriarch asks for himself, I have no choice but to cooperate with you to embarrass yourself.

When he heard this just now, he just wanted to laugh out loud, and thought that it was the stupidest thing for her to make herself feel uncomfortable on his territory.

It’s just now that this territory is not his, but Ye Xiyue’s.

With the support of the Elves Ancestor, she is simply lawless.
Chapter completed!