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A huge shadow crashes into the cracked ice! Bing Qingcheng lowered his head, his feet could not move, and he merged with the hard ice.

Something black, sticky like water, and something that wasn't water poured out of the cracks, annihilating her ankles.

On the white skull head, the pitch-black figure shook from the dancing flames, and let out a hearty laugh like a metal collision.

"Fall! Fall! Ice Orange, you are a puppet forged from evil materials, face your true mood and act! Be the worst of destruction! ”

The ice shell sank to the surface of the water, and the viscous black water pulled the ice blue orange down, and she looked up at the pitch-black flame figure, the skeleton's bony claws pinching her grandfather's body.

Falling? Until hell or purgatory? Bing Qingcheng suddenly thought, do you like darkness and despair so much? I really can't understand that this dream is not done.

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Bing Qingcheng almost fell out of her chair, so she hurriedly grabbed it to the side and grabbed a small hand.

Duran City is located in the south of Viktoriaburg, the border of the small money forest, is the central city of the northern half of the Silver Moon Continent, the trading center of grain, cloth, metal and other raw materials, and a relatively prosperous economic city.

The Flamingo Theatre, a comprehensive entertainment venue with a wide ballroom with a dance floor, is said to be modeled after the royal theater, where singers and dancers perform live to the accompaniment of musicians. In Duran City, there is no difference between commoners and nobles in this place, you only need to have money and the strength to protect property, you are the master.

However, Bing Qingcheng doesn't have that much money, and she doesn't dare to be interested in live performances. Flamingo Cinema also has a less expensive entertainment for watching movies.

It was something that had been passed from the southern half of the Silvermoon Continent, and there was a white, reflective curtain in the darkroom. The light from the playback projects the image from the film onto the screen, and the audio track starts to play at the same time. For Bing Qingcheng, who lives in a remote country of ice, and Naiasi, who has never had money and freedom, it is indeed an incredible thing to see black and white characters moving and talking vividly on the plane.

So they watched two movies, and this was the second one.

"Believe in the gods! Lost Lamb, return our souls to heaven! Endure the difficulties of reality! The suffering of this world is a test given to us by the gods, and only those who believe in the gods can have holy souls. ”

On the big screen, a man in a black and white robe holds aloft an ancient book in cowhide and reads it aloud in front of a huge cross, and young men and women in white linen robes kneel on their knees and sing praises in unison.

The movie is over, the subtitles are on the image, and the ending song is still sung in unison.

"Naiath." Ice Orange pinched Naiath's slightly rough hand, which had a thin callus left by holding the weapon for a long time. Bing Qingcheng just wanted to say something, however.

"O gods! O gods! Thou art a gracious and holy mother! O gods! O gods! You are a kind and beautiful archangel! O gods! O gods! Your arms are warm and wide! O gods! O gods! Your aura shines brightly! ”

The singing voices of everyone in unison suddenly increased, and exploded on the eardrums like thunder, like a mental injury, and was suddenly blinded by the magic sound of Bing Qingcheng.

It wasn't until he walked out of the movie theater that Bing Qingcheng felt that his mind was full of "O gods!" O gods! The subtitles, which had their own giant exclamation points, stopped.

"Bing Qingcheng, what did you want to say just now? You'll fall asleep as soon as the movie opens, which is obviously quite interesting. Nayas asked Bingqingcheng with a smile. After a day of snack feeding and gift-giving, she became much more intimate with Bing Qingcheng.

In the evening of Duran City, the sun has set, the golden sunset is spread on the slightly old, but well-maintained city walls of Duran City, the shadow of the building is shrouded in the ice blue orange face, she looked at Nayas in front of her, and the soft light of the bookstore next to her hit Naiath's little pink face.

"It was like I had a dream." Bing Qingcheng was a little absent-minded, looking at the bookstore on the side of the road, with a black door number, a strange dark copper font, and a six-sided copper lamp with a glass smooth hanging next to it, with exquisite patterns on the copper sheets.

"What kind of dream is it?" Nayas asked with concern.

"It seems like a very boring dream." Bing Qingcheng thought back, a black hole in his head, "I've forgotten what it was." She took a step forward.

The storefront of the bookstore is small, the door is single, the dark brown carved wooden door, the smooth lacquer surface flashes with a dull connotation. With a bronze cast round handle, there is a delicate pattern like flowing clouds on it, and the copper lamp is the same style.

There is no such decoration in the north, is it the style of the south? Bing Qingcheng thought so, and gripped the cold and smooth handle.

"Do you want to buy books? But we're going to the blacksmith's shop. Nayas reminded.

"You can help me get something." Bing Qingcheng handed over the ticket to Naias for the blacksmith's shop, and the things that Bing Qingcheng sold during the day had been handed over to the buyer in Viktoriaburg, and now the two of them only carried a small bag. "I'll see if there's any book to sell, and I'll catch up with you soon."

"Okay." Nayas agreed.

As soon as I pushed the door, the copper bell on the door rang crisply, and Bing Qingcheng walked in, the bookstore was warm and bright, and there was a very interesting fresh fragrance.

It doesn't seem to be a big place, and there are bookshelves to the ceiling all around, which seems a little depressing, but in the middle is an open space of seven or eight square meters, and only a wooden table with nothing but a chair is placed to balance the space. There was a narrow gap next to the bookshelf opposite, and it seemed that there was still space behind it, but it was obscured by the dense number of books.

"Is anyone there? I'm going to read this book. Bing Qingcheng looked at no one and asked.

"You choose for yourself, and call me when you choose." A lazy-sounding voice behind the bookshelf said slowly.

Bing Qingcheng is not the kind of child who reads well and is very good at learning. If she loved to learn, she wouldn't run away with her killer grandfather and become a killer herself. Fortunately, she was able to read all the words when she was studying in the ice sea, and she could read some books that she was more interested in.

On the bookshelf as tall as she could see, there was a book with a dark green cover inserted in the middle of the book with a basic brown cover. Bing Qingcheng took it out and saw that it was a novel called "Dragon Whispering Stars", and when he opened it, the first page had an introduction.

"You said that there are as many people in this world as there are stars in the sky. But I remember your bright smile that day, it was the eternal moonlight of my life. Bing Qingcheng couldn't help but read it.

"Romance novels? The dragon language stars are very good. ”