I became Piktao’s elf

[Zhong Linger: Yeah, yeah, you should go to bed early, An Lan. I wish you a good dream tonight, (#^.^#)]

[An Lan: Ang, good night. 】

[Zhong Linger: Good night. 】

After An Lan closed WeChat, she smiled and turned off the bedside lamp.

"This girl is already twenty-three, why is she still so stupid?"

After returning from shopping in the afternoon, he returned to his home after saying goodbye to Lao Jiu.

After dinner in the evening, there was a routine live broadcast. Just after the broadcast, Zhong Ling'er, whom he met at noon, came to chat with him on time.

I talked to myself a lot about Kpl, and I was so enthusiastic that I couldn't be more excited.

An Lan was not that disgusted. It had to be said that the beautiful host in the KPL competition area was indeed good-looking.

Chatting with her is also a pleasant enjoyment in itself, not to mention An Lan, an old SP who has been with her for two generations.

"Let everything take its course, sleep and sleep!"

An Lan closed her eyes and fell asleep beautifully.

He just regarded the last conversation as a normal ending.

Isn't it normal for friends to end a conversation at night by saying they had a nice dream?

......

Shanghai Stock Exchange

in a villa

“Kekeke~~(*^▽^*)”

Ling'er was lying on the bed rolling around laughing.

"Lanlan, Lanlan, you belong to my sister!"

She was very happy. She was the first to add An Lan's WeChat account, eh?

"Take the first step?"

She suddenly woke up. Could that Muggle trainer be ahead of her?

After all, she was An Lan's first trainer.

Linger felt a little uneasy.

"No, no, I have to test it!"

She immediately entered the system space and clicked on the private chat.

[Poisoned Milk Trainer: Are you a Muggle? 】

Piketao also just finished the live broadcast. After washing and lying on the bed, he received a message from Ling'er.

She gritted her teeth and began to reply

[Muggle trainer: Haha, poisonous milk. 】

[Poisoned Milk Trainer: Seriously, since our work is all related to the e-sports industry, I’m afraid you’ve already come into contact with An Lan, right? how do you feel? 】

When Piketao saw the news, his lazy expression suddenly froze.

"What do you mean?"

"Has she already been in contact with An Lan?"

Piketao was very panicked, and suddenly thought of why he had not had any contact with An Lan until now?

She replied calmly first

[Muggle Trainer: Haha, it seems that you have also come into contact with Lan Lan. Very good, we all rely on our own abilities. 】

[Poisoned Milk Trainer: You’re laughing so hard, Auntie, why do you think so? An Lan is mine, slightly, slightly, slightly~~~]

Piketao had no intention of quarreling with Ling'er now. She immediately clicked on the rules of the trainer system and transformed into Sherlock Holmes to check them carefully.

After a while, I finally found a message.

[If trainers take the initiative to contact the elves, the barrier will be triggered. Temporarily cut off the memories related to the elf and the trainer! 】

Piketao stared at this rule and asked: "System, what if we meet by chance?"

She asked with the attitude of giving it a try, but she didn't expect that the system actually gave her a reply.

【Can. If you accidentally come into contact with elves in normal life, the above regulations will not be triggered. 】

When Piketao heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Say, for so long I have definitely wanted to get close to An Lan and get to know him. Why are we still strangers now!"

"It seems that every time I make a deliberate move, it is blocked by the system, and then I deliberately ignore the relevant memories."

Piketao nodded in realization. Apparently she was not stupid. She thought she was so stupid that she didn't know An Lan in real life for so long.

"But this poisonous milk trainer is really lucky. He has only had the system for a long time, and he met An Lan by chance."

"According to what she asked me, she didn't familiarize herself with the system rules at the time, hehehe."

Piketao touched her nose proudly, "Humph, this is best. I can also mislead her."

The two trainers started e-sports Zhen Huan Zhuan again, and An Lan had no idea about it.

because of him...

......

An Lan opened her eyes and sighed when she saw that she was in a strange environment.

"Sigh... This Ling'er is also a crow's mouth, and he wishes me a good dream. Do you know my pain?"

He stood up quickly, patted the dust on his body and began to look at his surroundings.

Inside the ancient style house of the Dragon Kingdom, the surroundings are antique.

Seeing the bronze mirror next to it, An Lan stepped forward.

Look at yourself again!

He is eight feet tall, with a tiger's back and a leopard's waist, a face like a crown of jade, majestic eyebrows, eyes like bright stars, a nose like a jade pillar, lips like red red lips, and two ears with wheels.

Wearing a white robe and a big cloak, he looks indescribably free and easy!

Next to the bronze mirror is a beautifully crafted feather fan.

"Report!!!"

There was a sudden sound outside the door, and An Lan was startled. He was already sure that he was in ancient times.

He picked up the feather fan and said calmly: "Speak!"

The urgent voice of the herald outside the gate came, "Prime Minister, Sima Yi is leading an army to attack from outside the city gate and is about to lock the gate!"

An Lan was horrified and lost his voice: "What the hell, Three Kingdoms?"

Herald: "Prime Minister?"

"Well...you go away, I'll come right after!"

He quickly ordered, and after the herald left, An Lan sat on the bed with a sigh of relief.

"Damn it, the Three Kingdoms are coming to me. It looks like my brother is Zhuge Kongming?"

"Sima Yi's army blocked the pass, is it an empty city strategy?"

Just as An Lan was thinking wildly, a system light curtain appeared in front of his eyes.

[Good evening, little elf An Lan]

[Awareness training is about to begin]

[This training time: 8 hours, time flow rate 1:20]

[According to the completion level and time of the training task, 1 to 5 points of personal attribute - consciousness will be randomly increased]

[Training Mission: Hell Empty City Plan! 】

[Training content: As a jungler, you must have the awareness to see all directions and listen to all directions. As the core and cornerstone of team building, just like a commander on the battlefield, the overall situation is in my hands. In the midst of talking and laughing, the boats and oars disappeared into ashes! 】

[Become Zhuge Kongming, lead the old, weak, sick and disabled in the city to annihilate the 200,000 troops led by Sima Yi, and make a comeback! 】

[Remaining time: 8 hours, the mission begins! 】

The light curtain ended, and a 3D sand table appeared in front of An Lan, with [Map around Xicheng] written in the upper right corner.

Data items appeared in front of An Lan's eyes.

enemy strength

Our strength

Food and grass weapons (in-game economy and equipment)

Popular support (teammate mentality)

Commander's cohesion (personal leadership and prestige)

An Lan's expression gradually became serious. He had experienced similar battlefield training before.

That kind of scene, the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood is just like the real world.

Your every word and deed will determine the life and death of countless people!

Looking at the huge disparity between the enemy and ourselves, the mission is to annihilate Sima Yi's 200,000 troops.

......

"Well... we will first carry out the empty city strategy to scare off Sima Yi's army!"

Time was urgent, An Lan put away the light screen sand table, walked out of the room and headed to the top of the city.

Vice General Xicheng stepped forward and said respectfully: "Prime Minister, we..."

"Don't panic!" An Lan smiled lightly, twitched his beard, and said as he walked: "Everything is going according to plan!"

"Ahem..." The herald looked confused, "What's your plan, Prime Minister?"

An Lan almost stumbled, then turned around and quickly asked the deputy general to deploy.

After a while, Sima Yi's army blocked the pass.

An Lan transformed into Zhuge Kongming, wearing a feather fan and a turban, walking easily to the top of the city and sat down.

His eyes were very calm and confident, as if the two hundred thousand troops attacking under the city wall were nothing.

In front of him was a guqin, a burner of agarwood, and a pot of tea

And, a feather fan.