"Afra. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info" James said gently, "You've always been so cautious. But now that it's on me, you won't worry about it, until I go back to our ancestral home and hand it over to our grandfather, I won't show it to anyone. As for Ice Blue Orange, although three hundred gold coins is not a small amount, she can at least share half of the flies' attacks for us, isn't that good? He laughed out loud and said, "The mercenaries in the world are all dogs like the killer Changji!" As for those inferior people who kill you to the death for a few gold coins, I am very happy. ”

"Brother, where are we going next?" Afra leaned on James's shoulder and massaged him obediently.

"Go to Xiaoqianlin first, turn back halfway through, and take the big road to the real iron border." James sipped his wine.

"Brother, you see there is a man there, who has been following our carriage, so annoying, he must be trying to rob us of our things." Afra slipped into James's arms and whispered, "Can I call the Shadow to get him away?" ”

"Of course." James didn't move, certainly not looking through the window at the look of the man who had been following them, and he said this as easily as the red liquid in a drinking glass.

Jack wasn't originally called Jack, but it didn't matter what his name was. He is a time-traveler and a scumbag who, in his original world, packaged himself as a wealthy man who made a living by swindling lonely and stupid women out of their savings and bodies. The last time he packaged himself as a domineering president, because there was a beautiful girl who was "stupid and rich" to the bubble tea shop and made a wish, and the small note posted on the wall read, "In the new year, I want to have an unforgettable love with the domineering president." Love love! ”

Then he died, not at the hands of the woman who came back to settle the score, but by a young woman who "I want to kill because I'm a murderer so you go die, unlucky".

As he thought so, he heard the sound of his cervical vertebrae twisting and breaking......

System: Congratulations on completing the Starter Quest and getting 100 Universal Points, and teleporting back to the city in 180 seconds. （180，179、178、177…… ）

You have achievement rewards to claim.

What the hell is going on? Why am I on this path? Jack's eyes widened in disbelief, and he cared more about the green font on his retina than he was about being killed by something he couldn't see.

What is the achievement?

Woman's blade 1/1 (receivable). Introduction: Long-term promotion achievement. Condition: Died directly at the hands of a woman.

The will of the witch is 1/1 (can be claimed). Introduction: Long-term promotion achievement. Condition: Indirect death at the hands of a woman.

Fack! Can anyone explain this to me? Jack gasped in vain, the seconds jumped to zero, and a dazzling light that only he could feel pulled his soul into a wormhole that no one else could see.

At this time, on the carriage.

"Brother, the black shadow is so cruel, he always likes to twist his neck." Afra, who was resting on James' thigh, rubbed and complained, "And he's always in black, and I don't usually know where he is or what he looks like." Brother, do you know what he looks like? ”

"I don't know." James was a little absent-minded, his hand resting on the girl's waist, soft, tight, with a kind of elastic line.

"How can this work?" "We don't even know if he's a man or a woman, what if someone wants to harm me and my brother in the future and does what he does?" Black Shadow, you come in right away! ”

James tidied up the clothes of the two of them and persuaded, "He has nothing to look at, so don't look at it." James had seen the true face of the black shadow, but the other party was disfigured, and he almost didn't vomit at that time when he didn't have a human-like face.

"No, absolutely not!" "I must know what he looks like!" ”

"Okay, but be mentally prepared." James didn't insist, he knew, his sister was a little persecuted paranoia, and she had to take the trouble to test for drugs in person for every bite of food and water she usually ate, and she had to check every day when she was at home to see if there was a killer hiding in the place where people could be hidden. Why is she entangled in the appearance of the black shadow under the mask today, it must be that the black shadow is usually too nonexistent and doesn't make her remember.

Blue sky and white clouds, the sun is shining, it is a good weather to embark on a great journey.

Ice Green Orange found Windsor very easily. After she saw that Windsor was just very smart and wise, she knew that they would definitely take this road when they left Boar Town, so they would obediently stand on the side of the road and wait for her.

Absolutely! You think that the traverser will live for a few decades longer than the aborigines. Now Windsor knows very well that she does not have the strength to start some fantasy adventure and conquest journey by herself, and her plan is to arrive at the school called "St. Angel's New Century College" as soon as possible to study and struggle, understand this century in detail and hook up with some friends.

"Windsor, shall we go?" Bing Qingcheng walked up to Windsor and said.

"Okay sister, but what about these flowers?" Windsor smiled at Bing Qingcheng.

"You can take it if you like." Ice Orange took Windsor's hand.

"Hey! How are you? The same young-sounding, but somewhat unorthodox voice next to him said in a joking tone.

Bing Qingcheng had actually seen him a long time ago. The young man, who was twenty years old at most, dressed in unpretentious dark clothes, had been pressing half of his face with his hat all the time, and was leaning quietly against the wall by the side of the road. Says it's low-key, but it's actually suspicious.

"My name is Minglang, Hayabusa Minglang." As he introduced himself, he took off his hat, revealing a crisp, slightly deflated brown hair. A smiling, unexpectedly hearty smiling face, bright and innocent eyes, a straight but soft eyebrow bone, nose bridge, and chin.

"Ice Orange." Bing Qingcheng said slightly hostile, silently putting his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Don't do that, I just want a flower."

"Windsor, can I give him the basket of flowers?" Bing Qingcheng asked Windsor, who gave her the basket of flowers, and she threw it to him.

"Thank you very much, please ask ...... two"

"I'm so sorry." Bing Qingcheng interrupted Minglang, "I hate three kinds of people in my life, one is called Xiao Ming." The second is the fire magician. The third is a fire magician named Xiao Ming. ”

"I'm not a fire magister." Minglang replied.

"Yes. But what does that have to do with me. Bing Qingcheng replied.

Once upon a time, there was a man on Earth who unfortunately came to the Silvermoon Continent. He was originally a very wealthy entrepreneur with a very privileged life, and suddenly changed from a nobleman at the top of the pyramid to a worthless and down-and-out young man. Although he has been rejuvenated for more than 20 years, he does not have the colostrum milk brought by the maid every morning to rinse his mouth, and there is no 82-year-old French Lafite wine to bathe him in the evening. This kind of encounter made the young man who would die if he didn't eat medium-rare steak very depressed, and the poor life made him very miserable.

It is said that the Silver Moon Continent was perfect and unified at that time. Every inch of land on the earth, every star in the sky, including the undulating clouds, the unpredictable wind, frost, rain and dew; And the ocean to the end of the horizon, every drop of water in the sea, every fish is. The subjects under the rule of the proud emperor who are unparalleled in the world, who have never been seen before or since! Everything, whether alive or dead, has its body and soul at the Emperor's disposal.

In such an era, the white temple of the Great towered under the sky. No one questioned the rule of the Emperor Shengming, and no one rebelled against the majesty of the Emperor, and the people of the world lived in the Garden of Eden, where there was no fighting spirit and no harm.

So the young man didn't change much after he found out that he was a magician with a talent against the sky. Peace is the world that does not need war, weapons and magicians. But magicians can enter the academy for free to learn advanced alchemy technology!

Such a young man finally opened his mind and found the direction of his struggle. The only thing he clearly remembers on earth is the core technology and specific process of a motorcycle.

After youth became old age, the motorcycles produced from his motorcycle factory were sold to every corner of the continent. He returned to a life of abundance in which he rinsed his mouth with milk in the morning and bathed in red wine in the evening. The only pity is that there is only one thing, his illness that will die if he doesn't eat medium-rare steak has unfortunately been cured by life.

"If it was the era when the first motorcycle was born, probably there were still elves in the forest." After leaving Boar Town, Bing Qingcheng, who was pushing a motorcycle, sighed.

Windsor, on the sidelines, observes this ninety percent new motorcycle, which is said to be a second-hand motorcycle. The unknown things on this continent are far beyond her imagination, and what she has seen and heard along the way is more than what she has learned in ten years in her original country.

The motorcycle is black and white, similar to the motorcycle she has seen on Earth, with two wheels, leather seats, and silver handlebars, which is a lightweight motorcycle. The only difference is that a lot of alchemy technology is used, the wheels are made of alchemy rubber that can automatically repair minor damage and does not need to be inflated, and the plastic part is made of an alchemy material that is similar to plastic, but can be recycled and is very environmentally friendly and pollution-free.

A lot of alchemy techniques were used elsewhere, and Windsor concluded that the engine part must have been used, but she couldn't understand it now. Only by entering St. Angel's College can you learn some knowledge of alchemy.

"Windsor, you wait for me here." Bing Qingcheng put on the motorcycle and said to Windsor, "I haven't ridden here in the past three years, let me get familiar with it first." ”

"Okay." Windsor nodded obediently and stood on the side of the road.

With his helmet on, Bing Qingcheng stepped on the accelerator and ran out in a very chic manner. Her trench coat flew in the wind, and her two-handed swords were indifferently attached to her back, even if her clothes were turned in the wind. The newly bought motorcycle helmet was bright red, reflecting a dazzling red light in the sunlight, and this light rushed hundreds of meters along the dirt road of the village and town in the blink of an eye.

Looks quite skilled. Windsor thought to herself, but the mountain roads in the wild are rough, and it is not difficult to rush with such a light motorcycle.

When she thought like this, Bing Qingcheng rode back on a motorcycle with a gust of wind, circled around her, and before she could react, she reached out and carried her to the back seat, without even slowing down, and the frightened Windsor hugged her tightly.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Windsor grabbed Bing Qingcheng's clothes desperately, she was not very comfortable, because the heavy two-handed sword was just in her face. Bing Qingcheng rode the car fast again, and Windsor said five words, and every time she opened her mouth, she whirred into the wind.

"That one named Xiao Ming is here." Bing Qingcheng wore a helmet, and his voice was a little muffled.

Someone called Ming Lang Orange Falcon, Windsor silently corrected. She didn't look back to confirm, Bing Qingcheng threw the helmet on her head, and Windsor had no choice but to bring the helmet, which was much more comfortable.

Rushing all the way out of more than ten miles, anyway, following the main road built by merchants back and forth, there was no figure in sight after running to the front and back, left and right, and Bing Qingcheng stopped on the side of the road and let Windsor, who had been dragging her clothes, get out of the car and rest for a while.

"Sister, what were you doing just now? Drive so fast! Suddenly slowed down and suddenly accelerated!. Windsor took off her helmet and grumbled as she took a deep breath.

Although the Enchanted Forest has a main road, it was built spontaneously by nearby towns or caravans. Since the Black Iron Empire took the lead in sending troops to attack neighboring countries a few decades ago, breaking the short cold war of several countries in the Silver Moon Continent for a hundred years, there have been many wars of all sizes on the Silver Moon Continent, everyone is in danger, and the public facilities in Xudu are unmanaged. The same goes for this road, which has fallen into disrepair in many places and has become potholes.

Even though the motorcycle has a certain shock absorption function, the driving method of Bing Qingcheng still makes Windsor, who has never ridden a motorcycle after crossing, choke enough.

Bing Qingcheng didn't answer her, just took off his helmet and put on his sunglasses to look around. The scenery in early autumn is beautiful, and the primeval forests on both sides of the road are lush and green, with a faint yellowish color, but it is not yet time. The wind blows, and it should match the rustle of leaves, and the unknown birds sing softly, and the last autumn cicada matches.

This is the Enchanted Forest! Although the magic of this world has long since decayed, and the inheritance has been interrupted by time, only the novels recorded by the troubadours have left behind the power of a god-like avalanche like a myth!

But it did exist, and the Enchanted Forest is a history of it, and legend has it that the spells of magicians are recorded in a stone book deep in the forest, and those who acquire it can build the city in the sky.

But as the era ended, the Enchanted Forest was closed, leaving behind a long road that ran through it, but three cars side by side.

"Even if there were, what could it be? He can't get out, I can't get in. Bing Qingcheng muttered in a low voice.

"Sister, what are you talking about?" Windsor looked at the forests on both sides of the road, one by one, the rough and stout people could not hold each other, and there were thicker tree trunks as far as the eye could see, and people standing on the road could not see the depths of the forest, and their vision was blocked by dense branches.