"What else could there be? That's the smell. ”

"That's it."

Although on the surface, the two seem to have a conversation that is not nutritious, but this wonderful sense of disconnection makes Zong Tian think a little more.

"Actually, this kind of thing doesn't have to be too strange." The clerk interjected at this point, "After all, everyone is different in terms of how much they depend on smells, and even if they don't feel anything about it, customers can try other flavors." ”

"I don't have to." Yang Ling, who would say this, was naturally not interested in smells, but Zongtian's situation was just the opposite, and after experiencing the experience just now, he was even more curious about this store.

In this way, after paying a certain amount of soul stones, Zongtian began a journey about taste, and in this journey, Zongtian also understood that the taste here was actually like a human emotion. It's like the calm that Zongtian tried before, and there is joy, warmth, and even some deeper feelings here. At the same time, the opposite of these, there are also flavors that are exciting, surging, excited, and even angry, in short, almost everything about emotions, there is almost everything here.

After trying the taste of different sensations a few times, Zongtian also understood the reason for the slight clutter of the shelves. The taste is only a general classification here, and what kind of feeling can be extracted is to add a kind of expectation of the unknown to the original pleasure.

After trying all the classifications, Zongtian found that he still preferred the kind of bland and subtle touch, and for Yang Ling, who was not very interested, Zongtian was somewhat interested in him.

"How?"

"It's a little scenty."

"What about this time?"

"It's a little bit exciting."

However, after letting Yang Ling try a few times out of his own pocket, Zongtian also completely lost his temper, it seems that Yang Ling is indeed a person who is not too interesting.

However, Yang Ling's indifference also brought out Zongtian's enthusiasm for smell, but in the double happiness of the attraction of smell and the lottery, Zongtian's few soul stones were rapidly consumed. Although the happiness at this time did make Zongtian want to pay something more for this, but thinking of the somewhat unsightly clothes, Zongtian still stopped himself rationally. However, there are still some soul stones at this time, so it seems imperative to do it one last time.

So Zongtian pointed at random in the fresh grouping, and the last smell he was looking forward to also drifted to him in the following time. In the slow and long inhalation, Zongtian carefully savored the smell that diffused in the air, but doubts gradually formed in his heart, because he didn't smell anything at this time.

Zongtian opened his eyes a little strangely, but what he saw was an even stranger sight. It was as if it was shrouded in a thick fog, and the sky was just a blur in front of him. There's a fire in the house? But how can a fire be completely odorless? And even if the clerk left him behind, Zongtian didn't believe that Yang Ling would tease him at such a time, and the fog was a little too thick, right?

While thinking about such a thing, Zongtian used his hand to stir up in front of him, and this incitement not only did not make the fog in front of him disperse, but even the flocculent materials like smoke did not change at all.

I can't be blind, right? Such a thought couldn't help but surprise Zongtian, but this doesn't seem to be the worst news, if you think about it carefully, the strength of his instigation just now is obviously quite large, why in such a quiet environment, he didn't even hear a little wind? It's not just the sound of the wind, the feeling of being blown by the wind, he doesn't feel it at all. So he is not just blind, he has no sense of hearing and touch? And the most plausible speculation seems to be that he is dead, right?

Although such a thought has lingered in his mind, for some reason, in the face of such a frightening situation, Zongtian does not have much worry, on the contrary, this completely confined environment even makes him feel calm. I can't afford to think about anything anymore, and some sounds are coming from far and near. The sound was not very obvious at first, but gradually, Zongtian slowly heard that it was a kind of brisk footsteps, and such an approaching sound was like the mist, which did not make Zongtian feel any fear.

The footsteps were very hurried, but the sky could still hear the light smell in them, it should be a slender girl running hard. Zongtian listened patiently like this, he didn't know why she was so hardworking, just listening to it, he couldn't help but feel some distress, and at this time, the sudden messy pace made Zongtian's heart beat half a beat slower.

Did you stumble? It's inevitable that running so hard won't hurt yourself, right? What is good if you hurt your knee? These thoughts sprung up like mushrooms after the rain, and the girl only adjusted slightly, and continued to run in the direction of the sky.

Listening to the sound that was getting closer, Zongtian's worry gradually turned into a kind of anticipation. Is that footstep aimed at me? Is this rush just to get closer to me? Although he thought so, Zongtian didn't dare to have any extravagant hopes, but his heartbeat was a little extra fluttering, it was a kind of hope, that was an unrealistic but infinitely yearning expectation.

The faint expectation seems to be gradually becoming a reality, and the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer makes the corners of Zongtian's mouth raise unpretentiously. seems to have seen his goal clearly, and the footsteps not far from Zongtian were a little faster, and Zongtian opened his arms while worrying, as if he was afraid that the other party would fall, and it was also like wanting to hug that person into his arms earlier.

It's closer, it's closer, and the footsteps close to the sky can even hear the slight friction between the small soles of the feet and the ground. Five meters, four meters, three meters, the footsteps suddenly stopped, but Zongtian understood the last footsteps, which was the sound of the other party jumping hard.

Facing the direction of the other party, Zongtian opened his arms to take a step, and then the breeze blew on his face, and a faint dark fragrance made him slowly hug the illusory lovely.

"Vertical sky, vertical sky!" Just when Zongtian was deep in it, such a voice came, but Zongtian just frowned and left that voice behind. However, the owner of the voice also seemed to be a stubborn person, because the hot pain immediately appeared on Zongtian's face.

"What are you doing?!" The pain on his face naturally made him angry, but what made him even more sad was that he had left that wonderful dream.

"It's nothing, I just thought you were dead." Seeing that Zongtian came to his senses, Yang Ling also recovered from a stubborn person to his usual plain appearance.

"How could I die......"

Halfway through the words, Zong Tian reacted to what he had just experienced, although the clerk also said that their best smell here would make customers experience a dream, but everything just now was too real, and if you think about it carefully, the feeling of being bound before, in the current view, Zong Tian only felt a burst of fear. But fortunately, the sound of footsteps and the intoxicating dark fragrance seem to completely make up for those bad feelings, and Zongtian can only be said to be suffering from gains and losses at this time.

"Guest, are you alright?" The clerk also said words of concern at this time, but Zongtian was still immersed in his own thoughts.

"No, nothing." Although the mouth should be inherited, Zongtian's heart is still entangled by taste.