[Holographic] Only Buddhist players

Chapter 45 The Snail Boy

Shen Fan opened the door with the soy milk, took off his shoes halfway, put them back on and went out, closed the door and looked up, yes, it was his house number.

He walked outside the building and looked, yes, it was his own building.

Could it be that my eyes are dazzled?

Shen Fan rubbed his face and opened the door again.

The curtains that have been airtight for a long time are open, except for the floating dust in the light, the mahogany floor, glass coffee table and cabinets are all spotless, even a little reflective. There is a poached egg next to the hot preserved egg porridge on the table, and the kitchen is still floating. Meaty.

Smells like fried sliced ​​ham.

Shen Fan closed the door again, after making sure that he didn't pick up a snail and went home, he finally remembered his new roommate.

In his heart, he despised himself who was able-bodied, but could only cook instant noodles. He entered the house to help out, and saw the "snail boy" coming out of the kitchen with a plate of sliced ​​ham. He had no cap or mask, only the left side of his eye. Still a little bruised.

With a "bang", the door closed again.

It took nearly half a minute before it was opened again. Shen Fan looked at the black-haired boy leaning against the door for a long time, and stammered, "First, who are you, sir?"

"Master, are you suffering from intermittent amnesia?"

"How will you be here?"

"It was you who gave me permission to live here."

"..."

Shen Fan thought, is he inviting you into the urn?Or lured wolves into the house?

Before he could think about the result, Han Qing pulled away the chair in front of him, sat down with Shen Fan in his arms, and then sat down unceremoniously at the side, handing over a pair of tableware: "Eat."

Shen Fan struggled for a moment, but was finally bought by the food.The moment the smooth and warm porridge slipped into his throat, Shen Fan, an empty-nest youth, seemed to understand why the farmer in the folktale hid the shell of the snail girl.

The sockets of his eyes became hot, and the spoon stopped by the bowl, as if the porridge warmed not only the stomach, but also the organs in the left chest.

Shen Fan sneaked a glance at Han Qing, then immediately lowered his gaze, thinking: It's over, I've been alone for a long time, and every apprentice looks pretty.

The evening before the level seal was opened, when Shen Fan and Han Qing came out of Scylla's lair, they picked up a drifting bottle from an adventure mission on the sea, and there was a strand of curly blond hair in the drifting bottle.

The two entered the time and space of the situation, only to find that the age of this adventurous mission was unbelievably long. They stepped on the land, and there were standardized shops beside the street. In the distance, towering buildings could even be seen. The black and white boundary line that did not appear in the Asura Sea was the cloud world that had not been flooded before the battle of the gods.

"Mongrel!"

"Shameless thing!"

Scattered scolding came from a remote alley, and the two turned in. They saw a few hooligans kicking and beating a curled up, dirty blond girl.

In a blink of an eye seeing someone coming, he cursed, spit, knocked Shen Fan and the two away and fled.

Shen Fan stepped forward to help her up, but almost let go of his hand when he saw her appearance clearly. The little girl seemed to feel this subtle movement, and shrank back half a step.

A fish tail full of scars was exposed from the bottom of her ripped skirt. Shen Fan knew that his overreaction had hurt this little sea monster that looked a bit like Scylla, so he knelt down to help her tidy up the mess. Blonde, asked: "Where is your home?"

"Siren Island."

Shen Fan originally thought that all the islands in the Cloud Sea were the product of the war of the gods, but after hearing her report the name of the place, he realized that Siren Island existed as early as in ancient times.

The little siren squatted down, pulled the pile of waste rocks aside with mud and blood-stained hands, and pulled out a small box.

She opened it carefully, and was relieved to see that the cake inside was not deformed.

A naive mermaid was piled up with cream on that cake, and Shen Fan saw the small chocolate card beside the mermaid with "Happy birthday" written on it.

There was no paper in the drifting bottle this time, only a strand of blond hair, and there was no written task reminder. Shen Fan guessed that it must be related to this little blond sea monster, so he said softly, "Let's take you back."

The little siren nodded silently.

"Why are they bullying you?"

The little siren saw that Shen Fan was holding his hand very lightly, lowered his head, held the small box containing the cake tightly with the other hand, and said, "Because I am the daughter of a god and a siren."

"They said that I was a bastard, and that my mother seduced the gods to give birth to me, a nondescript thing, but, but..." The voice of the little siren became smaller and smaller, "But that's not the case."

"I've never seen Dad." She lowered her head. "If he is really a god, why didn't he pick us up? Why did he keep us here?"

"Why do you keep us here?"

Shen Fan once asked this question too.When he was three years old, his father left home dragging a small suitcase.

In my memory, my father has been living in the next room, silent.

Only later did I realize that he was an unbeautiful mistake, a stain on the turning point of my father's life, an ignorant child's hand that dragged him into the grave of marriage.

He just longed to come to this world, the mother just wanted to give birth to the child in her womb, and the father just couldn't bear the illiterate spouse, the crying child and the boring life after marriage.

As if no one did anything wrong.

Shen Fan held the little siren's hand tightly, and asked her: "Such a cute cake, is it someone's birthday?"

"Me!" The little siren raised his head, "Today is my birthday."

"Mom is sick, so I'll get the cake myself." She hesitated for a while, then mustered up the courage to ask, "Can I invite you to my birthday?"

Seeing that no one responded, she lowered her head again: "Every year, my mother and I celebrate our birthday together, and the other sea monsters on the island don't like me either..."

"look."

The little siren raised his head, and saw Shen Fan pointing to a blond doll in the closet of a street shop, its eyes and mouth corners were curved, as if smiling at passers-by.

Half a minute later, Shen Fan came out of the shop with the doll that had been paid for, squatted down and handed it to her: "Happy birthday."

The little siren's pale face flushed slightly, and her eyes shone with water. Before her tears fell, Shen Fan and Han Qing each held a small hand, and the two big shadows under the street lamp protected the small shadow in the middle gradually. The line drifts away.

……

When the two returned to the sea, the cloud world had already entered the night, and the shore of Elven Island in the winter sea was crowded with players waiting for the seal to be opened, and Luo Yin had fallen so low that he began to resell the things picked up from the abandoned houses on the first island.

The boy in black and sharp clothes at the side disdains to be with the guy who makes money from the war, and sits five steps away from him, while Luo Yin is smiling playfully at him: "Hey, I am also forced by life, so I have to rely on handicrafts for a living. "

"The craft of a pickpocket or the craft of a pickpocket?"

"All of them, all of them, so many skills don't overwhelm you." Luo Yin turned around, only to find that Han Qing and Shen Fan were smiling and looking at him behind him.

"Master is here too." Luo Yin pointed at the boy in black and hard-wearing five steps away, "This is my roommate, Zhu Gu."

Zhu Gu nodded, as a greeting to Shen Fan.

Shen Fan remembered that this boy was on the competition stage last time, he seemed to say that what was on the other side...Qingzhou?But at that time, besides herself, there was only Han Qing on the stage.

He asked Han Qing in a low voice: "Who is Qing Zhou?"

"It's me." Han Qing took Shen Fan's hand, and wrote the three characters "Li Qingzhou" on the palm of his hand, "This is my real name, and Han Qing is just the ID in "The Road to the End of the World" at that time."

His fingertips flashed across his palm like electricity, Shen Fan withdrew his hand uncomfortably.

"Of course the master can call you whatever you want."

At this time, the surrounding crowd suddenly became restless, and the seal was opened.

The people who ran towards the NPC were so crowded that Shen Fan's feet were in a mess, and he almost fell, but Han Qing grabbed his waist and managed to stabilize his figure.He managed to stand still and pushed Han Qing away, only to see the other two stretching their necks and looking at this side, they blushed immediately.

Luo Yin comforted: "Hey, it's okay, master, it's normal for boys to hug each other, and it's often like this in our dormitory."

As he said that, he hooked up with Zhu Gu, and was pushed away by him in disgust: "Get lost!"

Luo Yin shrugged, and blinked at Shen Fan: "The one who cleans up cleans himself."

"..."

Shen Fan's footsteps were flimsy, his head was lowered so that he wanted to shrink into the socket of his neck, Han Qing took his hand and said: "Master, if you don't look at the road when you walk, let me be your guide dog, okay?"

"How can a guide dog lead its owner away with its paws..."

The surrounding crowd was crowded, and the two soon got separated from Luo Yin and Zhu Gu.

Elf Island is the birth island of the children of the forest. The forest on the island blocks out the sky and the sun, and the sharp-eared elves live in the natural tree houses.

Legend has it that elves were born from the dead bodies of ancient gods. Among them, the light elves were born from the side facing the light, and the night elves were born from the backlight side.

The attack on Elven Island was launched by the night elves.

"The night elves have dark skin and silver-white hair. They were expelled to the edge of the island because they were a symbol of evil. They did their own thing, so no one expected that the night elves would suddenly riot." Inside the tree house, the NPC patriarch frowned. Walking around frowning, "Master Valkyrie is still on the front line of the battle, please wait here."

There are leaf-shaped ornaments hanging in the tree house, which emit a clear and faint light in the dark night. Shen Fan uses this light to look at the furnishings in the house. The bookshelf of the vine on the right is full of books, and the backs of the books are all plated with silver. He took a sip of the tea and found that the tea was sweet and mellow, refreshing.

In connection with the strange fragrance emitted by the agarwood burning before, it seems that the cat car company has secretly updated the taste and smell system.

I don't know if it was because of the shortage of supplies during the war, but the cups that the patriarch of the Elf used to entertain guests were very stingy, and the tea in the cup ran out after a few sips. Shen Fan put it on the table with unsatisfied intentions, and Han Qing asked, "Patriarch, how about some tea?" It's over, can I have a drink?"

The patriarch was standing in front of the window anxiously watching the battle ahead. Hearing this, he turned his head and stared at the two empty teacups on the table, as if thinking about the operation of refilling the cup.

After a while, his database roughly gave the answer, and the patriarch picked up the teacup and left the tree house.

Shen Fan got up and came to the bookshelf, opened one and flipped through it casually, and found that it was full of incomprehensible spells, put it down again, opened another one, but still could not understand, when he put it back, he found that there was a book on the right side The upper magic rune is very familiar.

Like the runes that appeared on the dream contract summoning circle.

He took out the book, the cover page of the book was painted with a misty and beautiful dream world, opened the first page, a black silhouette of a giant dragon came into view, Shen Fan heard a sound like broken chains, and the double image in front of him was in a trance, The book in my hand disappeared.

At the same time, the system pops up a prompt: Unlock Achievement - Dreamland Dragon's Contract ([-]).

Shen Fan came back to his senses and opened the illustration book. The body parts of the silhouette of the dream dragon had already been lit up, leaving only the head and tail of the dragon.

At this moment, the patriarch came back with tea, and Shen Fan closed the illustrated book guiltily, and sat back at the table.

The author has something to say:

_(:з」∠)_Just uploaded all the previously completed parts, and found that I missed a few changes and didn’t explain them. The enchanting effect of the firefly grass: expand the skill range of half a body, agarwood and spring fairy It is the material for making lanterns, and Shen Xiaofan's nickname for his apprentice is "little hedgehog".Friendly reminder: Han Xiaoqing’s two roommates are not CP, they have men of their own (not)