In the small stone house, the little hand of the universal road on the bed was holding the broken bag, there were still tear stains in the corners of his closed eyes, and his usually neat and clean clothes were cut a few times, sticking to the dust and grass clippings. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Even the eyelashes that tremble from time to time show in his sleep, and he is not calm.

"Where am I, why am I here?" Wan Xiangdao, who was a child, looked at the white cloud space in front of him with a blank face, strange, I didn't remember being here.

"My child, you're finally here. ”

Wanxiang Dao, which was circling around, heard a magnificent and gentle voice in his head.

"Who, come out!" Wanxiang Dao asked with confidence as he looked around at the white mist and assumed a defensive posture.

"I, the Planar Will of the Continent of Ireland, this was my last message before falling asleep. ”

"Mainland Ireland?" Hearing this spell-like term, Wanxiangdao's body trembled, and the blank memories began to fill quietly.

"I'm Bambats, no, I'm Gimbal. I remember, that seed disappeared, and then I fell unconscious?" Wanxiang Dao's expression was complicated, and the vigilance in his heart was unconsciously raised.

"Since the first plane war, the plane has been disabled, the gods have fallen, and the second plane war has been followed by the complete laws of the Irish continent have been broken up, and only the four major rules have survived, and since then the Irish continent has been reduced to a breeding farm for the regular harvest of alien races, such a tragedy has been repeated five times, and finally the origin of the Irish plane has been consumed, and now, Ireland has officially entered the countdown to collapse!"

Listening to this transmission with vicissitudes and sorrow, Wanxiang Dao's heart trembled, he never thought that the otherworldly plane that had lived here for five years had such a sad history, and now it was facing the crisis of collapse and destruction.

"My child, no matter what happened between us in the past, in such a life-and-death moment, please join hands, because this plane really can't hold on. ”

This voice carried indescribable fatigue and expectation, and Wanxiang Dao's heart was even more pinched.

"Tell me, how do you get out of here? You can do it, you are the will of this plane, you can definitely do it, right!" Wanxiang Dao clenched his fists and shouted into the void above his head.

"This seed embodies all my hopes, to some extent, even to exercise some of my powers, if there is really a miracle, it is not impossible to bring Ireland back to its heyday, but time is running out, my children, I have a hunch that there are still seven years, they will come again, whether Ireland can survive this crisis, it is up to you, finally, may Ireland be with you!"

The transmission of the plane's will was still muttering to itself, unable to discern the meaning of answering the universal path, until the last words dissipated, leaving the universal path standing among the white clouds with an ugly face.

"Damn, even if you want me to save this continent, you have to give me a golden finger!" Wanxiang Dao kicked the void violently, almost a scoundrel.

"And what do you want?"

To Wanxiangdao's surprise, the original long-lost voice came out again, rare and with a hint of curiosity and excitement.

"I want to go home, Lao Tzu wants to go home!" Wan Xiang Dao waved his small fist, almost roaring to shout his wish, at this moment, he looked at the sky expectantly like holding the last straw.

"Hey, are you still there? "Universal Dao, who has been waiting for a long time and has not responded, is in a hurry.

"That one who has discussed, buying and selling is not benevolent, you come out, talk, hey, hey. ”

"Hey" Wanxiang Dao Yi Ling sat up from the bed, looked around at the small stone house with "four walls", and then looked at the broken bag in his arms, and threw it into the ground in anger.

A carp rolled over, and the gimbal jumped out of bed, crossed his hands on his hips, and shouted into the air: "Irish plane will, I know you're there, tell me, do you agree to my request? ”

"You shrunken turtle, you want to find a helper, but you hide on the side to play sleep, are you embarrassed? Okay, now that the helper is here, you are hiding again, an irresponsible plane like you, if you don't die, who will die? Hmph, you still have to wait seven years for you to die? I don't think it will be over in half a year, no, it's half a month, and it's not right, it's half a day. ”

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The saliva-flying universal dao criticized "righteous words", from the level of social moral cultivation to the concept of ecological environment, from throwing confetti to the screws of spaceships, frowning and accusing the Irish plane of will for half an hour. I cleared my throat and wanted to continue scolding, but I was startled by a word in my ear.

"You are the most chattering human being I have ever seen, there is a boy who is more verbose than an old woman, as for whether you can go home or not, the key is whether you can replenish my energy, in other words, it depends on your ability!

Wanxiang Dao took a few steps back, staring at a red square bag with a golden glow suspended in the air, isn't this the dirty broken bag that was covered with dirt on the surface before, and it was powerful?!

The "snap" bag converged and fell to the ground, and the sound of the plane's will disappeared with it.

Wanxiang Dao ran over, respectfully picked up the bag, and said in a good voice: "Oh, you are my ancestor, don't be angry, let's talk about life again"

After another unsuccessful persuasion and scolding, Wanxiang Dao, who collapsed all over his body, finally had no choice but to determine that the plane will really fell into a comprehensive sleep, under his unbearable abuse, even a stone could not help but jump up and fight it alone, but the bag did not react, but when he thought of the bag recovery and knew this scene, would he settle accounts with himself?

Boredom fiddling with the bag, he soon found such a line of small words under the bag: "This is an artifact that integrates collection, repair, storage, and transportation, this is the beginning of a miracle, and it is also the transformation of fate, boy, you deserve it." ”

Well, actually, these few lines of Irish text explain the function of the bag, and at the end of it do not forget to warn to cherish and care for it. Although the meaning is almost the same, it has changed under the translation of Wanxiang Dao's evil taste, and I have to admit that Wanxiang Dao, who clearly has the hope of returning home, began to recover his prank talent.

Facing the rising sun, Wanxiang Dao was surprised to find that there were several golden Irish characters on the bag, and he squinted his eyes and read with a hint of abruptness: "A gift from Ireland"

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