[Holographic] Only Buddhist players

Chapter 53 Severe cold

When Shen Fan got off the assembly line, his body had been blown by the cold wind for more than two hours unconsciously, shivering from the cold, and immediately closed the window and fell asleep.

Originally, the fever subsided within two days, but the next day he became groggy, and his whole body started to feel hot again. During this period, he heard knocking on the door, footsteps, and a hand probing his forehead. Shen Fan heard him whispering Said: "Sick again."

Yes, why are you sick again?Shen Fan closed his eyes, feeling depressed because of illness for the first time.

It was fine if no one cared about it before, but now there is an extra snail in the house, and he still gets sick twice a day, which is worrying. Shen Fan burrowed into the quilt, feeling more and more depressed.

In the folktale, the snail girl can't turn back into a snail without her shell, and she can't leave.But Han Qing has no shell, and Shen Fan is not willing to restrain him.Yesterday Han Qing just tactfully issued a eviction order, and he was so sad that he felt cold all over his body. If a relationship really starts, what will happen when it ends?

Thinking wildly, Shen Fan fell asleep again in a daze. He had a dream in a trance. In the dream, something cold and soft fell on his forehead.

Um, is it a cold towel?Shen Fan wanted to turn over, but his shoulder was gently pressed by a hand. He heard a nice voice calling "Master" in a low voice. It was a voice he was very familiar with, but it was different from usual, as if mixed with a hint of hoarseness. .

Then the cold and soft object slid down along his brows, stopped on his lips with the warm breath, and never left again. Shen Fan could feel the slightly trembling breath. He opened his mouth subconsciously, and was poked in. The warm object pried open the jaws and entangled with his tongue.

The wet and lingering feeling, and the throbbing and flustering for no reason, seemed to be real.

wait a minute, really?real--

Shen Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and the person in front of him noticed it, and opened his eyes slightly, trembling eyelashes swept across the eyelids, under the shadow of crow feathers, there was a pair of eyes as black as a cold pool.

The Tan water was still calm, but a silent storm was brewing under the water surface, and if he stared at it for a moment, he would be involved.

He hurriedly pushed Han Qing away, got into the quilt and curled up, his heart beating like a drum.

The person isolated by him outside the quilt said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, master."

Shen Fan was shaking violently in the quilt, and the place where he had been in contact with Han Qing was like a source of fire, and the unbearable heat burned all over his body. Fall in love with someone else first.

He tried his best to control, biting his lips until his lips turned white, his eyes were red, like a drug addict who was recovering from drugs, he was so sad that he even breathed and cried.

But from the outside, it looks like the person hiding under the quilt was greatly frightened, and even let out a low sob.

"Snapped".

The water glass in Han Qing's hand fell to the ground, splashing broken glass all over the floor. He lowered his head to clean it up, his hand was scratched with blood and he didn't feel the slightest bit.

"I'm sorry to scare you. I'll move out at night." Han Qing held the shards of glass, stopped at the door, and looked back. "You are alone...be careful."

The door was closed, Shen Fan didn't seem to hear what he said, he was still covered in the quilt, his wanton growth of emotion was like a wild horse running wild, but his reason was like a wall, blocking all the chaos inside, preventing the outside world from listening. To a little noise.

In the evening, when there was a knock on the door outside the house, Shen Fan sat up reflexively, and suddenly realized that this rhythm and strength was not Han Qing.

He opened the door and saw Mr. Ye standing at the door, said hello, but still couldn't control his eyes and looked to the next door.

"Don't look, he just left." Mr. Ye said softly, "You young people are too. You sleep in two rooms. What did you do to catch a cold?"

"..." Shen Fan was stunned, "Did he say that?"

"Yes, Qingzhou said that he had a bad cold and didn't pay attention to infecting you, so he moved out to isolate the pathogen and asked me to take care of you for a few days."

"..."

Shen Fan raised his eyes and saw the cooked food on the table, with warm water and medicine next to it.

He said hoarsely, "It's okay, I can do it myself."

When Shen Fan boarded the game again, there was no one he wanted to see among his online friends, and even the avatars of Luo Yin and Zhu Gu were darkened.

He went to Yuliu to get the finished "Wan Muchun" and landed on Treasure Island.

"You're here." Chang Ning said, "When Treasure Island falls into the night, the treasure monsters who are resting in the treasure hall during the day will come out to move around. We take advantage of this time to sneak in and search, so it's not easy to be noticed."

After finishing speaking, he quietly sneaked into the night with the lamp still lingering in black air.

Shen Fan and him split into two groups, absent-mindedly wandering in the cash cow forest behind the treasure hall, when the wind near the sea blew, the trees full of golden fruits jingled.

The soles of Shen Fan's feet were empty, and he didn't know where he fell.

The surrounding area was extremely dark, and the air was cold and not humid. Shen Fan sat there in a daze for a while before taking out "Wan Mu Chun". The light light was like the spring, and like fireflies in the early summer night, lighting up everything around.

"Master." In the silent cave, a clear female voice suddenly sounded, which startled Shen Fan.There was no one around, and he took a closer look, only to realize that the voice came from the lamp.

The Fairy of Spring as the wick has become the spirit of "Wan Muchun", dancing around in the lamp, looking at its master curiously from the hollow gap of the lamp body: "Master, why am I called this name?"

"Ah." Shen Fan came back to his senses, "Because of a line of poetry - Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, Wan Muchun in front of the sick tree."

He seems to understand what it feels like for Amaterasu to talk to Deng.

Then he thought again, this lamp spirit was obtained by Han Qing who ran the 90 ring task.

"Master." Deng Ling tilted his head and looked at him for a while, "I think you are like a sick tree. You are out of your mind, like... like you have some kind of lovesickness."

"..."

Shen Fan picked up the lamp and walked into the cave, the lamp spirit was still spinning in the lamp: "Master, master? Why are you ignoring me?"

Shen Fan wanted to concentrate on ignoring the words of the lamp spirit, but he remembered another voice.

"master."

"master?"

"Why don't you call me back?"

……

Shen Fan shook his head vigorously to shake off the voice echoing in his mind.

When he looked up, he saw a faint light coming from ahead.

Turning around and looking, it turned out to be a dark cabinet. In the dark cabinet, there was a desk with a white paper lantern on it. A candle was stuck inside. The candle was flickering and almost burned out.

There was a picture scroll on the table, tied with a ribbon full of runes. Shen Fan opened it casually, only to find that the scroll was extremely long and rolled all the way to the ground. Just as he was about to pick it up, the scroll suddenly voluntarily Hanging in the air, transformed into a human form.

It turned out that the rune on the ribbon was a seal, which was unintentionally untied by Shen Fan.

He wasn't supposed to be so sloppy in the first place, but he was absent-minded at this moment, and his vigilance also drifted away to nowhere.

Shen Fan took two steps back, first added the "Wind Language" buff to himself, and then carefully looked at the man in front of him who didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend.

The man was wearing a flowing willow green gown, the cuffs and front of the skirt were a simple and elegant rattan yellow, and the side of the hem was embroidered with the picture of mountains and rivers on the scroll just now. He cupped his hands and bowed to Shen Fan, saying: "Thank you, my lord, for your help."

"..." Shen Fan really didn't know how to respond to this antique.

Fortunately, the man in the green shirt didn't seem to be an enemy. He lifted his clothes and introduced himself: "I'm going to Qingming, it's the precious demon transformed by the Qingming Shanghe Tu."

Shen Fan thought for a while and asked, "Who sealed you in the cellar?"

Qingming seemed to hesitate for a moment, and said slowly: "Han Shi."

"...Han Qing?"

Qingming repeated: "Cold food."

Shen Fan was choked by himself and coughed. To what extent did he hallucinate to confuse these two names?After finally concentrating, only one thought popped up in his mind-is Han Shi really behind the scenes?

"Cold food him..."

"He was also forced to do nothing." Qingming said, "That god threatened Yu Liu's life, so he had to do things for him."

"Which god?"

"Ye."

When Shen Fan heard the name, he reacted for a second or two before he remembered who he was——the god of forging in ancient times, who lived in the painting environment of Qinglian Lantern.

Only then did my mind startle, and everything before that seemed to flash like a flash of lightning.

The silver moon wheel that suddenly went out of control, the scene of the magic soldier crying blood in the treasure house, and the green lotus lantern surrounded by black air, these weapons were all made by Ye alone.

Judging from the pictures of the ancient battlefield shown by the hammer spirits in the treasury, the fighting between the gods in ancient times was not started by the people holding the weapons, but because the weapons were out of control. A look of astonishment.

The moon god's silver moon wheel was transformed from the ancient moon god's scepter. Its loss of control was not accidental, but controlled behind the scenes. The same is true for Chang Ning's inability to activate the Qinglian lantern.And Dracula and Scylla's divine power also came from Ye.

In this way, not only the "Shenyin" organization that is causing chaos in the northwest sea today, but even the war of the gods in ancient times is the same behind-the-scenes pusher, because the weapons that provoked the war were all forged by him.

The maker sows the seeds of chaos in the forging process, and the owner of the weapon has no way of discovering it.

His purpose is to stir up disasters and plunge the clouds into chaos, so that Amaterasu can't suppress the power of the night in his body, and releases the eternal night.Thousands of years ago, he failed and disappeared, waiting for the next opportunity to come in the painting environment. After resting and recuperating in the clouds for many years, he reproduced silent creatures and civilizations for disasters and panic to spread like a prairie fire, so he made a comeback again .

But why would he do it?In order to avenge the gods, Dracula wanted to release the frozen blood, and the night elves and dwarves did not like the light, so why did he want to let the eternal night come.

Qingming said: "All the scrolls stored in this cellar belong to Ye. When I smashed their conspiracy back then, Hanshi imprisoned me here. This cellar is protected by a magic circle, and all the items are well preserved. Maybe we can find them from inside." What."

Only then did Shen Fan lift up Wan Muchun, illuminating the wooden shelves covered with albums on the four walls.

Qingming held the lantern that was about to be extinguished, and the two took down the albums to read.

Most of the scrolls preserved by Ye are related to weapon manufacturing. Some of them are notes, and some seem to be books compiled by other craftsmen in ancient times. Quite intact, not even a little corner or water stains, it can be seen that the owner of the picture scroll cherishes them.