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After receiving the affirmative answer, Nian Nian took out a brand new notebook with satisfaction and threw it to Simire.

Simier took it in a hurry. This is a precious moon spirit paper. Players across the continent may not have many pieces of such paper. Does this girl know its value?

Every year, she always looked like she was not concerned, as if what she had just thrown over was not the treasure that the Holy Masters had dreamed of, but a stack of straw paper. This straw paper had been exchanged for the reward that satisfies her. Not only did she not feel sorry for her, she also felt that she had made a lot of money.

"Do you know how valuable this Moon Spirit Paper is?" Ximier felt inexplicably taking advantage of every year, thinking that it was necessary for him to confirm with her.

"I know, the best material for making magic scrolls." Niannian replied casually. She had been playing games for so long, how could she not know about this common sense?

"Then you just threw it to me?" Simire bit the word "throw" hard.

"Then do you have to hold it with me in both hands to offer it to you?" Niannian twitched the corners of her mouth and replied.

Simeer decided to give up this conversation about the cow playing the piano.

He lowered his head and observed the small notebook carefully. The cover of the notebook was made of. It looked dull and rough, but the touch was very soft and delicate, as if he was gently stroking the slightly warm water surface of summer with his hands.

Simire opened the cover and a pleasant fragrance of grass and trees came to her face. The silver-gray patterns on the paper pages inside were stretching comfortably, as if the small veins on the leaves were nourished by water vapor, growing vigorously.

This sense of growth is not his illusion, but because the wood-type magic elements rich in the Moon Spirit Paper are being well protected and nourished. If this continues, this small book will not only not decay, but will also gradually become a top magic weapon for wood-type magic. Just placing it on the ground can speed up the growth rate of surrounding vegetation.

If the wood-type magic elements contained in it are directly activated, it is not a problem to create a small oasis in the desert. Moreover, as long as the cover is protected, it will slowly absorb the magic elements floating in the air, and can fully nurture a world by itself.

However, it seems that this book has been made for a short time and is still in its infancy, and it is still far from becoming a magic weapon.

"What is your cover made of?" It is obvious that the reason why this small book has the potential to become a magic weapon is all due to this cover.

"The skin of a dragon-like creature found by the sea has its own water element gathering effect." Niannian replied, sitting on the chair, holding the back of the chair with both hands, looking at Simire's reaction curiously.

"Dragon-like creature?" Simere asked back.

"I look a bit like a giant dragon, but I have no wings or legs, my neck is still long, and I swim very quickly." Niannian described.

Simire glanced at her and then asked, "Why do you think of using this kind of leather as a cover?"

"The trees need to be watered, isn't it obvious?" Niannian's tone was a little inexplicable, as if she was saying, "This is common sense, my friend."

Simere pursed her lips, feeling that she would have no common sense if she asked again.

To find two top-level materials that are so consistent, and to combine them without any damage, Simire has to admire this good luck every year.

Not only are he lucky, he is also very smart, a little keen, and a little straightforward, but sometimes he is inexplicably ignorant and childish. Simire finally wrote such an evaluation to Niannian in his heart.

"Oh," Niannian suddenly slapped her forehead and leaned out and reached out to reach the small notebook in Simire's hand.

Simire raised his hand, avoided Nian Nian's hand, and asked, "What? Do you regret it? I won't pay it back."

"No, am I that stingy?" Niannian said angrily, "The cover is still engraved with my name, I have to change it for you."

"You still have this kind of skin?"

"It's gone, so I'll change it for you, it won't take too long." Niannian replied.

However, Simire stuffed the small notebook in his hand into the storage ring, spread his hands and said to Niannian: "It's gone."

Every Nian had a toothache and said, "My name is still there. Don't you feel uncomfortable holding it?"

"I don't think so," Simire simply acted like a rogue, "I think it's good. At worst, I can just engrave my name on it."

Every Nian stared at Simier, feeling a sense of powerlessness. She suddenly missed the npc version of Simier who was a little arrogant and indifferent before.

Nian Nian didn't want to talk to this person anymore, so she turned around and sat down, and also read the book like Simire just now.

Simire looked at the angry Nian with amusement, thinking that this elf should not be old, and dealing with such a thin-skinned little girl, being shameless is much more effective than pretending to be cold and deep.

Simier touched his storage ring with satisfaction. Even if he was an NPC, there were not many opportunities to get such good things, and the players did not have the habit of paying tribute to them. Moreover, the Moon Spirit Tree only grew in the hinterland of the elves, and it was also a sacred tree that guarded the elf's new land. With his holy wizard, even if he could enter the territory of the elf, he could not get close to the Moon Spirit Tree.

Even the players of the Elf Clan themselves may not be qualified to obtain a leaf on this sacred tree. I just don’t know how this little girl got so many leaves.

In Simire's mind, a picture suddenly appeared: On a moonless night, every year in black clothes sneaked up on the tree, his movements were as flexible as a little monkey, and then he secretly broke off a few branches, grabbed a handful of leaves, and then quickly slipped down the tree and ran away.

It wasn't really stolen, right? Simier stared at Niannian's back and felt that it was very possible.

He didn't plan to ask Niannian either. He couldn't help laughing after thinking about it for a while. He really looked like a human today, but this feeling was really relaxed for a long time.

Simire, who was brisk in a good mood, sat back and continued.
Chapter completed!