"This~" The shopkeeper scratched his head, looked around cautiously, and said in a low voice, "I heard that the devil outside broke in, and I believe that the god of Xicheng will be able to take the devil tonight." ”

"Tonight?" Nameless looked at the shopkeeper who believed in it, and didn't speak again. The shopkeeper originally wanted to ask if they were also here for the man-eating devil, but then I thought about it, isn't the Taoist priest just to subdue demons and eliminate demons, now it's okay, there are so many helpers, it seems that the crisis will pass soon.

The scholar had already snored lightly, and the shopkeeper was helpless, and he was afraid of noisy guests, so he hurriedly helped the scholar to the backyard to rest.

When the little Taoist priest saw that the people were gone, he asked, "Senior brother, is there really a god of Xicheng?" ”

Nameless glanced at him faintly, but did not speak.

The little Taoist priest was busy sitting upright, but he couldn't help muttering, "Why do you have the same dream?" ”

Nameless is also thinking about this question, why do all the people have the same dream when they come here? He hadn't seen anything strange since he entered the city, and there was no possibility of illusion and magic.

God? Nameless chuckled softly, he didn't believe it.

Shaman's craftsmanship is impeccable, and although the ingredients are simple, everyone eats comfortably. After eating, Nameless instructed the shopkeeper to prepare a few rooms. The shopkeeper said that there were only a few people staying in Xicheng, so there were only two rooms in his inn, and the drunk scholar just now occupied one, and there was only one room left at this time.

Shaman was just about to persuade but looked at another house, but Nameless answered, "One will be one!" ”

At this moment, the five of them were crammed into a small room, although it was quite tidy, but it was still a little crowded.

"Senior brother, it's not like we don't have any money, why do we have to stay in this shop? At night, you're going to let a few of us sleep standing up? Shaman stared at Nameless in bewilderment, but Nameless stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking through the low eaves of the window at the empty street outside, and did not speak.

The little Taoist priest who was serving beside him before heard this, and hurriedly said, "Senior Sister Shaman, I think we won't have to sleep tonight!" ”

"Why? Is there any trace of that monster? ”

"I don't know, the people here call it the devil who eats people, I heard that the god of the West City will fight the devil tonight!" The little Taoist priest couldn't hide his excitement.

"The god of the West City?" Shaman was speechless, "Senior brother, I won't believe these nonsense even you, right?" ”

"Maybe it's wrong, but there should be someone!" Nameless turned his head to look at Shaman, his expression indifferent and determined, "People in the countryside are inevitably exaggerated, but they are by no means groundless. You look outside, do you see how it's different from other towns? ”

Sharman stepped forward, stood beside Nameless and looked sideways, the blazing sun shone on the empty street, white and empty, giving people the illusion of unreality, as if the source of the street was not real, but from a dream. Sharman stretched out his hand, flipped his soft fingertips a few times, and shook his head again.

"It's not a fantasy!"

"It's not a fantasy indeed!" Nameless replied, "But it's just as unreal!" ”

Sharman looked out again suspiciously, and asked, "It's not real, but I just cooked in the kitchen, and everything is very real, not virtual." ”

"Senior Brother, Senior Sister Shaman, what are you talking about? The more I listened, the more confused I became! The little Taoist priest scratched his head in confusion.

Shaman smiled and turned around, "Little junior brother, don't you think it's too clean here?" ”

"Clean?" The little Taoist priest stretched out his hand and wiped the corner of the table, raised it and stretched out to Shaman, "Senior sister, don't be joking, okay, this is called clean, I dare to guarantee, at least for three days, the shopkeeper didn't come in to clean up!" ”

"I'm talking about air!" Shaman stretched out his hand and pointed at the void, and the other three little Daoists felt an extremely pure aura lingering around them, as if it was nothing, but it lasted for a long time.

"Do you feel it? It's this breath, the streets, the inn, I think the whole West City should be filled with this breath! Sure enough, there is a guardian god here, but unfortunately it is not a real god! Shaman shrugged his shoulders and looked at Nameless, "I think this god is more gracious than that god, at least he really cares about the suffering of the world, no matter what method is used!" He's always doing a good thing! Big brother, what do you say? ”

Nameless chuckled, "You really should say this to Lao Jun!" ”

Sharman raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and sighed softly after a moment, "Actually, it's not bad that someone can create such a dream, at least, they live the life they want, without bondage, without death, and at ease!" If we can, why should we break it and make people sad! ”

Nameless's expression sank, but he didn't speak.

The room fell silent again, but the breath floating in the air in the silence became more and more obvious, around the tip of the nose, stubborn and persistent.

Night soon came, and a black curtain seemed to come from one side of the sky, blocking the light and isolating the danger, and just like that, covering the world and the world, I don't know for whom.

Nameless stood like that all afternoon, watching the sun set in the west, watching the night come, and no one knew what he was thinking. The moonlight and stars are as usual, and the night is as cool as water, but it can't stop the fate of broken dreams.

Shaman boiled tea, steamed some vegetarian steamed buns, and persuaded Nameless several times, but Nameless didn't eat anything. Shaman was helpless, at this moment, she couldn't fully understand Nameless, but if she regarded this person as the Yun Qianjun of the Protoss, she could see through a few points.

A god of the gods, powerless to save the world, wants to destroy the peaceful place where others have taken refuge from calamity. How ironic, and how helpless.

The black shadow pierced the sky and sped away like a sharp sword. Before Sharman could retract his thoughts, Nameless had already disappeared.

"Don't eat, let's go!" Shaman shouted urgently, and the four of them immediately flew in pursuit.

Ahead, the white shadow followed another cyan figure, and the two of them leaped over the stacked eaves, heading straight for the city gate. At night, the breath became stronger and stronger, and the person in front of him was the source of this breath. Nameless stared at it carefully, although his body was unstable through the night, but the back was not unfamiliar. Just this afternoon, he was sitting in an inn with him, drinking and shouting that he couldn't go out!

A down-and-out scholar, a god of the West City. Who is the master of this dream?

At the gate of the city in front of her, a pink woman slowly walked in, slow and sluggish, and took mechanical steps towards the front. The night wind lifted the skirt like a brilliant color in the night, so fragile, so unreal!

The cyan figure in front of him suddenly stopped, so that Nameless staggered a little, and his figure turned around and stood at the corner of the eaves, silently looking at the two figures, one green and one pink, silently facing each other. (To be continued.) )