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The sand in the crack of the door was still in place, and Gordon closed the door, removed the silk curtains from the ivory bed, and arranged a stumbling rope around it.

It's a casual thing, it's all over the place, and there's never a place in the world where he can feel safe, even if he's back at Cobra Castle, next to his loving father.

This is the price of three years of undercover blood prison meetings. Gordon was always convinced that danger was everywhere.

He walked to the ledge of the dome, the shadow of the moon moving westward, and the clear light gradually withdrew from the window lattice. It was dark all around, and he couldn't see his fingers, as if all the light had been sucked up by an invisible monster. Gordon tried to light the candle and pull out the pearl of the night, but there was no light.

The cicada burrowed out of its heart, climbed to Gordon's shoulder three or two times, scratched his ears, and then ran to his head, grabbed his head and swung on the swing. This is the goblin's favorite game, whenever no one is there at night and Gordon is alone, the cicada will run out and frolic with him.

After more than a year of nourishment by the Demon Tree, the cicada is full of energy and looks much better. Especially after Gordon took Maimaiti's Rainbow Monster Tears, the Demon Tree became more and more vibrant, faintly revealing a glossy color, and even the cicadas also benefited from it, and the lame leg was a little sharper than in the past.

Gordon closed the curtains and began his daily practice. Now that he has limited time, he can only focus on the two aspects of Erxinliu technique training and simulated killing leopards.

With a finger pick, the round night pearl rolled between Gordon's ten fingers. Since the Night Pearl is smooth and round, the slightest negligence will roll out the fingers, which is a little more difficult than manipulating the dagger.

"—get out." The cicada jumped into Gordon's arms and stretched out his hand to him, palms spread. Gordon took out a night pearl and handed it to it, and the cicada learned from Gordon's example, stretched out his fingers to play, but its hand was too small, and its ten fingers were short and thin, so it took a moment, and the night pearl fell off the carpet and kept rolling.

"Heh-heh-heh." The cicada chased after it with a smirk, picked up the night pearl, just put it between her fingers, and fell out and rolled away. The little goblin didn't seem to know what it meant to be discouraged, looked down at his empty hands, and ran excitedly towards the Night Pearl.

Gordon couldn't help but be stunned, the room was dark, the night pearl was dim and small, but the cicada could always find the night pearl accurately, could it still have night vision eyes?

"Bone Lulu", the Night Pearl slipped out of the goblin's hand again and rolled under the bed. The cicada crawled in with her head buried in it, stretched out her arms to hug the night pearl, and suddenly tilted her head, with a confused expression on her face. Just now, the leprechaun heard a voice from the side, "Hey, oh, ha! "Such a strange sound.

It looked around for a while, and the surrounding area was dark and empty, and there was nothing. The cicada let go of the night pearl and reached out to scratch the ground a few times. "Oh, oh, ha, heh!" The strange sound burrowed into the ears again, and the cicadas kept scratching, and the strange sound kept ringing.

The cicada immediately got out of bed, ran to Gordon, and shouted, "Strange-strange-strange!" ”

"What?" Gordon shook his shoulders as he rolled the Night Pearl with his fingers, and his upper body turned slightly in a pose that he was about to attack. This is a feint technique that also increases the difficulty of finger training.

"Weird-weird-weird!" The cicada tugged hard at Gordon's trouser legs, and pointed to the bottom of the bed, the expression on his little face was extremely serious.

Gordon's heart moved, this room was engulfed in light, of course there was something strange, could the little goblin already reveal the mystery in it? He groaned for a moment, and simply pushed the ivory bed to the other side, revealing the woolen carpet that covered the floor.

The cicada ran over, scratching with her hands, raised her head, and looked at Gordon ostentatiously: "Listen-listen!" ”

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OOC Gordon listened carefully for a long time, but still shook his head in confusion, and there was no sound nearby.

"Yes-yes-yes!" The cicada snorted hard and spun around in a hurry.

Gordon leaned down, his ears pressed against the carpet, and he tapped and patted his surroundings inch by inch, but still found nothing. He simply lay on the ground, concentrating and calming down, but after a long time, he still couldn't make any changes.

"Alright, crippled, there may be something strange here, but now is not the time to think about it." Gordon shook his head, no more wasting time. He continued to practice for more than three hours, until he was sweating profusely, and then went to the bathhouse of the hotel to take a hot bath.

After returning to his room, Gordon first piled a human figure on the bed with pillows, and then covered it with a brocade futon to create the illusion that he was sleeping. Then, he chose a blind spot in the room and covered it with a few gilt screens before falling to bed. It's too unsafe to sleep in a bed, and if someone breaks in, a burst of crossbow shots can kill him.

In the meantime, the cicadas slipped out again and again, jumped to the position at the bottom of the bed, scratched and scratched, and tossed for half a night. "Weird-weird-weird!" The little goblin sucked the cloudy snot, thought for a long time, and nodded solemnly.

When he woke up the next day, Gordon didn't notice anything unusual. Sinbad arrived at ten o'clock in time and led him to the bazaar.

"Let's go to the two at the east gate." Gordon carried a suitcase, with a gentle attitude and a calm walk, enjoying the scenery along the way.

Sinbad reminded, "Sir, be ready. ”

Gordon gave him a deep look: "Sinbad, I was ready before I even walked into the city. ”

Sinbad was silent for a moment and said, "Sir, you must be an extraordinary person. ”

Gordon smiled slightly: "I think you are the same." ”

Sinbad's expression became unnatural: "Me? You must be kidding, right? ”

"Sinbad, what do you want to do when you grow up?"

"I, I used to think about it, dreaming of being a brave and free samurai, going on adventures and hunting for treasures, and defeating the most vicious monsters in the world. You must think that's ridiculous, right? ”

"Of course not, I was the same as you thought when I was a kid."

"Really?" Sinbad said excitedly, and then a hint of gloom flashed in her eyes, "But I, I can't be like you." I can't be a samurai, I can't cultivate the source power. ”

"Many people can't cultivate the source power, such as Bai Langning, like many alchemists." Gordon skirted the lawn and crossed a winding path to look out at the majestic market porch in the distance, "There are many roads, Sinbad, and every road leads to the market." ”

Sinbad looked at Gordon excitedly, "Do you think so too?" ”

Gordon said: "It's not about thinking, it's about doing." ”

Sinbad's lips squirmed a few times, and he tried to say something excitedly, but he tried to restrain himself. He had known Mr. Ghoul for too little time to know what kind of person he was.

"I guess forget it, I don't have much chance to take any more risks, after all, I'm just an ordinary person." Sinbad hung her head and stared silently at the trampled weeds on the ground. Do you say this to deal with Mr. Ghoul, or do you think that way once in a while? He suddenly felt an inexplicable frustration. "Mr. Ghoul, I'm not a kid anymore, and I can't have those ridiculous dreams anymore. I can be a decent clerk for people. Or it's good to be a guide, and if you often meet generous guests like you, I'll ......"

"What will happen, Sinbad? I will always work hard to serve others, and then earn a little bit of money, spend many years to change to a new house, and then buy a mule. Maybe one day, when you're tired of brushing a mule, it suddenly occurs to you that I wanted to go on an adventure when I was a kid. But it's too late, time has passed, and dreams are gone. Gordon deliberately squinted at the boy with a contemptuous look, "Don't let me look down on you, Sinbad. ”

"No, I don't want that!" Sinbad couldn't be stimulated after all, her little face turned red, and she blurted out, "I don't want to live like this day after day, year after year, until I become an uncle, an old man who can no longer walk, and then sue myself that I can't do anything!" Just give me a chance and I can make my dream come true! ”

Gordon stopped, they were already standing at the door of the herb shop in the bazaar. "Everyone needs a chance." He walked in with a smile.