CHAPTER XXVIII

At night, Zhou Huaijing lay on the bed for a long time, and made sure that everyone was asleep, so he sneaked out of bed and tiptoed into the study.

He observed for a while, and finally figured out where the eldest brother had hidden his helmet.

Zhou Huaijing carefully opened the storage cabinet under the bookcase, fumbled for a few cabinets, and finally found the hard helmet. He pulled the helmet out, and it rolled twice into the hand he was waiting for.

Holding the helmet, he erased the traces and closed the door, and when he turned around, he was so frightened that his heart was about to stop. Qiuqiu crouched at his feet, sticking out his little tongue in the dim wall lamp, staring at him with shiny eyes and his tail wagging desperately. When its mouth is opened, it will pop happily twice.

Zhou Huaijing hurriedly squatted down, pinched Qiuqiu's mouth with his index finger and thumb, and whispered: "Don't make trouble." ”

Qiuqiu was pinched in his mouth, still trying to break free of his hand and lick the owner who came to play with him in the middle of the night, but it was useless to shake his little round head twice, so he tilted his head quietly, and opened his watery eyes full of grievances in puzzlement.

Zhou Huaijing was afraid that it would call out, so he simply put his helmet on his head, held the heavy ball in his arms with both hands, and maintained a posture of pinching his mouth. Who expected that the helmet would slide down and block half of his face, Zhou Huaijing was still holding the ball in his arms, stumbling and hitting the wall, and his eyes were dizzy.

Finally touched back to the house, and immediately fell on the bed with Qiuqiu, the back of his head hit the hard helmet, and there was a faint pain.

Zhou Huaijing touched his head and rubbed it, the ball pounced and arched his ass into his arms, and he took out another hand to comfort the little guy.

One person and one dog made a fuss for a while, Zhou Huaijing drove Qiuqiu to the sofa to sleep, covered it with a quilt, lay back on the bed and put on a helmet, and felt dizzy with anticipation.

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[Ding~Please complete the character setting~] As soon as the voice fell, the game panel was displayed in front of you.

Zhou Huaijing carefully read the text description above.

[Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess in the castle who fell into a deep sleep after being cursed by a wizard, and the prince came to ask for elf fruit in order to enter the castle surrounded by thorns to wake up the princess. 】

[There is an elf fruit tree in the elf kingdom, you are the little tree spirit in the elf tree, you can use your magic to ripen the fruit~]

[Tread Code: A Tread can only bear one elf fruit, please give the elf fruit to the person it is destined for~]

What is Elf Fruit? Elf fruit is a fruit that eats a fruit that will make creatures eat it and have the ability to promote animals and plants. 】

Zhou Huaijing fell to the tree and sat on the huge lush canopy of the elf tree, dangling his legs, and his long cat tail hanging down to the tree.

This time, he was wearing a delicate white silk shirt, Zhou Huaijing checked the attributes, and the system showed that it was purchased with gold coins. He didn't use the gold coins, the man must have bought them for him.

Zhou Huaijing carefully touched the clothes on his body, which were also inlaid with sparkling diamonds, reflecting the sunlight coming through the branches.

Zhou Huaijing waited here for a while, his tail sweeping over the clear water under the tree. The sun was shining brightly, and the wind was blowing through the leaves and trembling.

In the distance, a figure in a black cloak slowly walked by, his hat covering the top of his head, and only a touch of darkness could be seen in the distance.

The long figure walked and walked to the bottom of the tree, and Zhou Huaijing looked at his black hat condescendingly. The man slowly took off the hat of his cloak, revealing a delicate face, a shallow blood mark on the right side of his face, and a bewitching vermilion tear mole on it.

Hey? His Royal Highness the Prince?

Ah, is this game a game that uses a unified template to stereotype all the princes in order to save money?

The young man looked at the figure in the tree, and this time, his voice was different from the hoarse from the previous round when he fell into the water, but directly disappeared...... He opened his lips and pointed to his throat to signal that he could not speak.

Zhou Huaijing asked in surprise: "Can't you speak?" ”

The young man nodded.

Zhou Huaijing looked at him sympathetically: "Are you here to get fruit?" ”

The young man's eyes narrowed lightly, and with a slight smile in the corner of his eyes, he nodded slightly.

Zhou Huaijing turned around and took out a green elf fruit, urged the magic to turn it red, then jumped off the tree, stretched out his hand and handed it to the young man.

The young man held the fruit in his hand with one hand, his dark pupils flashed a red light under his drooping eyelashes, and when he looked at Zhou Huaijing, his smile was as quiet and long as the winter sun.

The young man held the fruit in both hands, as if offering a treasure, and his eyes were almost reverently worshipped.

Zhou Huaijing saw that he only held it and didn't eat it, so he urged curiously: "You can eat it." ”

The young man smiled lightly, and as he had said, he ate the fruit into his mouth.

When the young man had finished eating the fruit, he pointed to the distance where the sun was shining, where a castle surrounded by thorns stood in the distance.

Zhou Huaijing blinked his eyes and asked, "Did you invite me along?" He didn't know why he always seemed to understand what the other party meant.

The youth nodded.

Zhou Huaijing thought to himself, then let's go together. The man might have been in the castle.

This should be the next script, and there are no other players except him and the man. But what is the way to distinguish between a player and an NPC? He thinks that the NPC Prince seems to be very intelligent, almost able to confuse the real with the real.

Zhou Huaijing followed the young man in the direction of the castle.

When he came to the castle, the young man had eaten the elven fruit and had the ability to control the vines, so he urged the magic to make all the thorns recede.

Those coarse. The thorny thorns seemed to have met flames, and they looked in panic for a corner to escape, like snakes writhing and fleeing, and after a while, the gate of the castle appeared in front of them.

Probably at the order of the youth, the gate was slowly opened from the inside by thorns, and the heavy vermilion gates opened to both sides, and the dust flew all over the sky.

Zhou Huaijing covered his nose, the young man had already walked in front, he turned his head and looked at him with a smile.

His smile was bathed in the bright sunshine, and Zhou Huaijing walked towards him with a delicate warmth.

The castle has not been occupied for a long time, except for the thick layers of dust, and the people who are stiff there. The maid carried the water, the gardener watered the flowers, and the guard remained at the door.

A qiē is a silence that is frozen in this way.

The roses in the garden proudly bloomed with bright red flowers, each one as if soaked in blood, and the beauty was so beautiful that people took their breath away.

Zhou Huaijing walked into the castle with the young man, and the outer wall was still full of thorns, overwhelmingly blocking the sunlight from the outside.

A spiral staircase of dark marble spirals like a dragon in the darkness leading to an even darker top. Zhou Huaijing's feet stepped on the hard and cold stone, and the cold feeling seemed to be able to penetrate the shoes, and it was finely and densely uploaded from the feet, instantly freezing his whole body there.

The young man held a candlestick in his hand, and the dim light of the fire flickered, and the next moment it was as if it could not bear the cold and darkness and extinguished it.

With one step after another, Zhou Huaijing couldn't help but make difficulties: It's so high, it's so high.

The young man turned back, and the candlelight cast a warm yellow glow on his face. He stretched out his hand and motioned for Zhou Huaijing to hand it over to him. Zhou Huaijing shook his head and said that there was no need, but the other party insisted on standing there motionlessly, looking at him fixedly, Zhou Huaijing looked back and put his hand in his hand.

He didn't hate the man's touch. It's weird.

It's probably because in the game, this person's hands are fresh and sweat-free, and even a little cold. The young man pulled him and did not make any superfluous movements.

The two climbed up for a while, and finally reached the top of the castle.

It was an open sky pavilion, but it was covered with a dense thorn that made it an arched ceiling, and when the two of them arrived, the candle flame could not even stand the painful popping.

Zhou Huaijing suddenly fell into darkness, enjoying the light for too long, and now he is a little uncomfortable.

The palm of his hand was still firmly held in the palm of the young man's hand, gently pulling him inside.

In the darkness, the other senses instantly sharpened.

Zhou Huaijing vaguely smelled the fresh fragrance of roses, and there seemed to be a soft blanket under his feet.

He shook the young man's hand: "Can you get all the thorns out of the way?" ”

The young man shook back lightly as if in response, but he did not immediately disperse the thorns, but took Zhou Huaijing and walked to a place, arranged for him to sit down, and let go of the hand holding him.

Zhou Huaijing's palm touched the cold smooth touch, and he gently clasped his fingers in surprise and knocked it.

Dangdang.

Crisp glass sound.

Could this be the place where the princess sleeps?

But how did His Royal Highness know so much about the structure here? Even in the dark, he could easily lead him to the location of the crystal coffin, and actually let him sit on the princess's "bed".

Zhou Huaijing's rough nerves finally realized that something was wrong, he hurriedly stood up on the crystal coffin, there was a fluttering sound in his ears, the thorns suddenly retreated, and his eyes shone in blindly.

He reflexively blocked the glare of sunlight with his arms, and after a brief adjustment to the light, he opened his eyes and looked around.

The sun-drenched dome gazebo resembles a giant birdcage, or rather, it is. Coarse. Hard thorns form a sturdy balustrade to enclose the place, on which are blooming bewitching and fragrant roses, and the sun shines through the gaps between the thorns. Come in, but you can't bring in the slightest warmth.

The floor was covered with a soft carpet, and in the empty space there was only a crystal coffin, which was covered with delicate brocade.

However, the crystal coffin was empty.

No princess, nothing.

Zhou Huaijing looked at the man blankly, only to see the tall figure of the young man standing opposite him, his slender fingers taking off the black cloak, revealing long black hair, and one of his hands was holding a smooth and bright crystal ball.

This is a wizard.

Zhou Huaijing realized that he had made an unforgivable mistake.

The wizard's black eyes were slowly bloodshot and turned red and bloody, and he looked at the bewildered young man, the corners of his lips cracked into a deep and treacherous smile, and the white canines flashed with a strange light.