Every time the sun rises, it basks the right half of the face. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was a big hole in the side of the windowsill, and it was supposed that this year's rain was more ferocious, piercing the eaves like needles, and then there were holes the size of insect eyes.

Grayfang kept staring at the slow-moving soft-shelled worm, and after a long time, he realized that another green shoot had grown there.

He was holding a cart with several wooden boxes overlapping crookedly, and a sign hanging at the back of the car that could not tell whether it was blue or green, and the words "good wine" were written very bluntly.

Good wine is also intoxicating, especially after the Gray Fangs have uttered such a protest that life is so boring.

Oh, yes! Eat, brush your teeth, pluck out the hair on the side of your mouth, watch the little girl ride a flying carpet, the fat time may be pink, and then set up a stall, chat with people, fight if you don't agree with a word, empty nostalgia for your hometown without magic, and you can still lie on the beach and take a selfie with your mobile phone.

This place is what! Whatever! All! Not! Yes!

Do you understand? You can poke a knife through someone's head and then give him a new one, because magic is the least unusual thing here, but Greyfang isn't interested in it yet!

Why? He's not a mage! Not by nature.

When he first settled here, he roared for many days, thinking that he would be a waste material from now on, and finally received a request to go to other places at two o'clock and one line......

In the end, it still fell into this fate! Not only is the original life gone, but the door to the new world is still closed, yes, it's an otaku, and he also has the face to complain about the boredom of life.

So after another night of hangover, the only thing he can remember so far is chasing a loosely dressed bunny girl with an assault gun in a dream, and then being woken up.

To be honest, waking up early in the morning is the most fatal.

In a trance, I heard a person's voice from far and near, and then "snapped" and slapped his palm on the top of his head.

Gray Fang quickly raised his head, gritted his big teeth and gasped, and the donkey in front of the car let out a "ahh

I saw that the person in front of him was very tall, his hair was a little gray, and his face was sunken deep after not eating enough for a long time, and the hand raised in mid-air, although the meridians were distinct, was also very powerful.

Gray Fang pressed his head and gasped slowly, finally making his words more steady: "Sick, isn't it!" Early in the morning, what do you want to do? ”

The man, who was Greyfang's adoptive father, rolled up his sleeve as if he wasn't angry at all: "How much did you drink yesterday?" The altar under the table was empty. ”

Gray Fang took a tattered small purse from his hand, and was about to turn around and step onto the cart behind him, when suddenly his waist flashed, and the whole thing stopped in mid-air: "Hurry up...... Push me! ”

"You're directing me?" The man stood there and lowered his voice, but still had a gentle expression.

Greyfang could only stiffen his gaze at the little donkey beside him, and the fellow pouted vigorously, and finally made up his mind to use his head to do so from behind.

"Click", he hurriedly turned over, tightened the reins, raised his hand and waved left and right, all the way out of the courtyard along the gravel path in front of the door, and did not forget to scold from afar: "Uncle Black...... See for yourself, donkeys are more sensible than you! ”

Blackclaw held on to the door and didn't retreat, and shook his head after a while, "It's over, learn to be dead at a young age...... and then close the shaking door.

When the door closed, a flurry of birds arose, and a cicada suddenly made a long cry in the treetops.

Blackpaw obviously didn't know that after saying goodbye today, there was no more peace like this at sunrise.

By the time Greyfang had set up his stall at the flea market on the new bank of the Long River Dungeon, the sun had already swam to the head.

At this moment, there was not even a trace of clouds, and several birds followed all the way but began to circle in place, Gray Fang squinted at them, and suddenly a woman's voice came from the side: "It's strange, why are you here, the entrance exam is about to start!" ”

"Huh? What the hell ......?"

Grayfang turned his head to look at the woman and took a step back with her eyes glaring, and stood back in the pergola overhead, she was very large, panting with one hand on the placket, half of her body pressing down on the float next to her.

Her name is Shiroyu, she is in her thirties but has a childish face, she is a well-known pharmacist in this market, and it is said that she sells floating potions that allow people to float directly over the central lake.

"Yo, you don't know?" Bai Yu nervously looked back behind him, "The Knowledge Courtyard is looking for people!" It's been a long time since the notices were posted...... How old are you this year? ”

Only then did Gray Fang notice that today's market seemed to be exceptionally deserted, and even the little turtledove next door that came to sell fireworks toys every day was gone.

Feeling more and more incredulous, he jumped on the soft bench behind the cart and replied, "I'm 16...... Why do you ask this? ”

"Isn't this age just right, Black Claw didn't sign you up? If you are not a mage, is it possible that you will have to nest here for the rest of your life? ”

Bai Yu looked him up and down with a hint of concern, after all, in the triangle city-state, and even in the entire gathering place of the old humans, only mages have the most status, and small vendors like them are at most just making ends meet.

Who knew that Gray Fang sneered and shrugged his back indifferently: "Come on!" I don't believe it, what kind of magic or hedron like this, if you want me to see, it's all something that people can only have if they're lazy, me...... I still think it's better now! Drink and bask in the sun......"

Bai Yu didn't dare to answer, and watched Gray Fang fall back and hum an out-of-tune song.

I remember many years ago, in weather like this, that Blackpaw suddenly broke into this dreary flea market with his young gray fangs.

The gray fangs of that meeting, silent and bright-eyed, were completely different from the feeling of being heartless and even a little ruffian now. She handed him a bottle of orange sugar juice, but instead of reaching for it, the boy turned his eyes defensively, looking directly at her face, and the corners of his mouth smiled softly, like a wild wolf trying to attack, secretly rubbing his minions.

White Fish thought at the time that the two fathers and sons might have come from Rose's side.

The Dungeon of the Long River is to the south of the Triangle City-State, and from here to the wasteland beyond the city walls, and then across the Central Lake to the north of the Tranquil Forest, is the Republic of Roses, bound together by a paper agreement with the Triangle City-State.

But it's not called that anymore.

Everyone knows that the nobles who defected from the Ambrera Empire at that time led everyone to establish the Rose Republic on the B-710 star of the Ankara galaxy, and then signed the "Dawn Plan" with the triangle city-states in the south of the Old Human Federation, with roses accounting for two-thirds, triangles accounting for one-third, separated by lakes in the middle, half of which have the powerful mecha technology of the Ambrera Empire, and half of them have the traditional spar magic of the Old Human Federation, and the two combine to form a new country called "Triangle Rose".

Bai Yu looked at the current appearance of Gray Fang and secretly speculated in his heart, he didn't want to be a mage, it seems that there is nothing wrong with coming from that side, but his current posture is completely different from that time, after all, it is a country in name, and the people on both sides are still a little bit wrong, so no one wants to admit that he is a person of Rose.

That's right! Bai Yu couldn't help frowning, she remembered that in the year when the two fathers and sons appeared, there was a big mess in Rose, and a prominent family named Deborah was wiped out overnight, so many people escaped.

Bai Yu couldn't help but feel a sour nose, it seems that the child with gray fangs, in order to hide himself, tried to become what he is now, must have suffered a lot.

She snorted, Gray Fang suddenly realized that something was wrong, turned his head to look at her, Bai Yu didn't know what to say for a while, the two just looked at each other, Bai Yu even felt that Gray Fang seemed to see through her thoughts.

Who knew that he actually grinned, stretched out his hand and spread out the three copper plates: "Boss Bai, come to a bottle of sugar juice, the kind of ice...... I'm going to die of heat! ”

"Again? Three copper plates are not enough for a long time! How many times do you want me to say it...... Don't be so shameless! Bai Yu instantly came back to his senses and scolded viciously.

"Come on, you think I don't know how much water you mixed up? Believe it or not, as long as I shout, you can't even earn three copper plates? As he spoke, he jumped up his upper body, took out a small bottle of yellow rock sugar juice from the frame behind Bai Yu, and lowered his head halfway.

"Hey!" At this time, someone suddenly said, "Is there such a thing that makes people recover their memories?" ”

I don't know how long a figure stood in front of him, and the gray fangs almost didn't squirt out, only to see that this person was wearing a thick robe, a woolen hat pressed against the top of his head, and his beard dragged on the ground, and it was all white ash when he shook it.

He opened his mouth to see half of the broken yellow teeth, his voice was very hoarse, and he asked again, "That kind of ...... A ...... that rejuvenates your memory."

"Are you hot?" Grayfang couldn't help but ask him, squinting to see that there seemed to be a faded fur collar around his chest.

The man stood motionless after being interrupted, and Whitefish and Gray Fang quickly exchanged glances at each other, both of them looking suspicious.

I saw that the man slowly turned half of his body, and behind him was a bulging bag, which he took off and placed directly in front of Gray Fang.

The white fish seemed to figure it out, and leaned over and whispered in his ear, "It's a walking merchant, be careful, this kind of person is a liar!" ”

With that, she slipped back, leaving Greyfang and the merchant standing still.

Gray Fang felt that he was not afraid of anyone, and reached out and pushed the man's bag out: "What do you mean?" ”

The man asked again: "Is there a ...... that makes memories come back?"

"Fun, huh?" Before he could finish speaking, Gray Fang stepped forward and lifted his collar with one hand, and a sour smell immediately hit him.

Gray Fang couldn't help coughing, and quickly pulled the signboard at the back of the car and knocked hard: "See, I'm selling wine!" Do you drink wine? No one knows if you're killed! ”

The man grinned as he lifted it in his hand, and suddenly looked up at him like a clown: "It's not me who wants it, it's you...... Have you forgotten? ”

Gray Fang was stunned for a moment, and a chill jumped directly on the top of his head.

The man laughed twice more under his control, his voice seemed to be framed with a big saw, and a pair of eyes turned slightly sideways, and he frantically emitted an obsessive light: "Young master...... Have you forgotten? In the year you were born, the whole republic called you the word young master! ”