He Yuting lowered her eyes unconsciously. Because of the rapid thinking, it seems that there are countless gears in the head that are spinning rapidly, trying to rub the spark of excitement: how to explain the reason for the disappearance of these three days? The peony in the harem of Ogika certainly gives an excellent reason - to be taken captive! But He Yuting is convinced that if she admits that she has been with Peony for three days according to this set of rhetoric, she will not be able to guarantee that Erlang Zhenjun will rush into Dihua's harem and ask for Peony's dog's life. She can't have anything to do with Peony!

While the two were at a stalemate, a group of maids dressed in colorful silk came rushing in. The two leading maids brought a small table and placed it in front of the chaise longue, while each of them held a small tray with a plate of delicate snacks on each tray. Lift the lid and you'll be greeted by a tantalizing aroma. True aura. He Yuting sighed secretly in her heart, while stealing a glance at Erlang Zhenjun. Erlang Zhenjun let go of her, took the maid's dishes, and personally presented the bowl for her. He first handed her a bowl of light yellow and clotted broth, and the aroma of the chicken became more and more intense under the spice of green onions.

"Drink the soup first."

He Yuting took it and drank it all. The fragrant soup is in the stomach, and it is a real reverberation. Her heroism made the maids who had not yet retreated cover their mouths and laugh. Erlang Zhenjun waved his hand, and they turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared invisibly. Jiro Zhenjun picked up a handkerchief embroidered with plum branches from the table and wiped her mouth, a faint smile appeared on her lips. "Don't rush, eat slowly. And many more. He said, picking out a small plate of sauce-colored sliced brine goose meat from the table and handing it to her.

These foods are not large in portions per plate and plate, and some can be eaten in just one bite. But they are all prepared with carefully selected ingredients and with great skill; While retaining the original flavor of the ingredients, it also uses rich experience to stimulate a deeper taste, and some inexplicable elements are also added. Whether it is meat or vegetarian dishes, clear soup or oil, the juice splashes and salivates after every bite, and at the same time, there is a stream of energy like water and air flow that penetrates into the internal organs, infiltrates and nourishes the soul. He Yuting ate a small half, then swept away the previous languishing appearance, and her face gradually flushed with ruddy.

Erlang Zhenjun looked at her quietly and smiled, but when she was priding herself about the passage of time, she suddenly spoke: "I guess you were taken captive by the Cardinal Sect and taken to the Dihua Palace, and you can't get out." So I chased after it. ”

He Yuting's big and happy movements paused slightly, and then gradually slowed down. She sighed secretly in her heart, and she still bit half of the fragrant and tender braised lion's head in her mouth.

What should come will come. He Yuting quietly pricked up her ears, with a look of alarm on her face.

Erlang Zhenjun only thought it was secretly funny, but on the surface, he seemed very calm. On the other hand, He Yuting, she couldn't guess whether Erlang Zhenjun's flat appearance was due to the wind and rain, or whether her true heart was like stopping water, she had already made up her mind If the topic of Erlang Zhenjun went back to Peony, she would insist that it had nothing to do with Peony.

"Peony said that he forcibly kidnapped you back to the palace......"

He Yuting smiled reluctantly. "Peony? How could that be. I haven't seen him in a long time. "Xiao Wuqiaoqiao has indeed not seen a peony for a long time, she has seen a peony in the face of Assasin. Anyway, Erlang Zhenjun didn't know that she was Assasin.

"And I don't know what the Ogika Palace is." He Yuting carefully considered the words. "All I know is that there is a temple with Ogihua."

"Ogika Palace is behind the Ogihua Temple." Jiro Makoto explained, "It's the residence of the six bosses in the Ogika Temple. ”

Six bosses! He Yuting raised her eyebrows. Except for Peony, she had only recently heard about Ji Wushuang and the Great Snake, and the others didn't know anything. I didn't expect that there were six bosses hidden in that harem? "Haha, is that a new copy?" He Yuting knew the consultant, but pretended not to know.

"It's not. It's just a place for the bosses to rest, which is equivalent to the resurrection point of our player world, the novice village. The average player has no idea that the bosses actually live in a parallel world, parallel to the world in which we operate. If the bosses with the support of remnant souls are always haunting us, not only will the dungeon lose its meaning, but even the order of the entire world will be chaotic, or it will need to be reintegrated and organized...... This turmoil will inevitably trigger a cascade of butterfly effects, culminating in devastating storms. So the original premise was that the two worlds were isolated from each other and did not interfere with each other. ”

He Yuting listened quietly, and there were turbulent waves in her heart. She just speculated from Carter's ambiguous attitude that the world of the boss was different from the player's world, and there must be some unavoidable reason to confine each other, so that the boss and the player did not communicate with each other. "But now whether it's a peony or a willow with ......the wind," He Yuting said, "They all seem to be able to travel freely between the two worlds?" ”

"Yes. Now the basic rules for building the world are gradually changing, and it is very likely that the two flat worlds will merge into one whole in the future. As one of the precursors, the bosses have a free way to enter and exit the two worlds. This is also considered a system ...... No, it's the special treatment that this world gives to bosses. ”

It's not so much that the system gives preferential treatment, but that the main god treats these bosses preferentially. He Yuting remembered Carter's complaint again. Carter said that "the Lord God is crazy", originally with the attitude of doing a vote and running, but now he suddenly went crazy to keep the world going. It's a pity that the makeshift patchwork world, like the remnants of the souls it contains, is extremely fragile and can be annihilated at any time. If the world is to continue to run well, it will have to cost more. Where can the cost come from? The old saying "wool comes from sheep" quietly emerged, and He Yuting shivered, faintly acquiescing to the inevitability of sacrifice. But who will be sacrificed?

"No matter how it develops in the future, the current flower harem is still restricted. No one can step into it unless they have a special status. Erlang Zhenjun's words brought a series of doubts, and he didn't seem to be aware of it. Seeing He Yuting gradually put down the dishes in her hand, she urged again: "Keep eating!" Don't put down your chopsticks until you feel full. ”

He Yuting responded.

Erlang Zhenjun looked at her in a daze, and said like a whisper: "I thought you had been ...... by Peony" This sentence was only half a sentence, and then suddenly extinguished his voice.

What do you mean? By peony? Killed or dirty? He Yuting was quite honest with herself, but she couldn't guess what else Erlang Zhenjun could think of, so she raised her eyes and looked over, only to see him clenching his teeth and turning his face sideways. The half-opened, half-closed ink pupils brewed with blatant resentment and deep pain. "Nope!" She immediately denied it. "I'm not held hostage by peonies!"

Jiro Zhenjun looked at her.

He Yuting hurriedly waved her hand. "I'm not being held hostage by anyone!" It's a fact! "But I'm a little hurt and can't move, it's ...... This is also true. Anyway, Erlang Zhenjun has already seen it, and she simply admits it. It's just that the more Erlang Zhenjun looked at her expectantly, the more she pursed her mouth and didn't know where to start. In addition to her own secrets, the burning of the sky is also incredible. She was still thinking about how to go around and hide her secret to recount her experience three days ago......

Her silence darkened Jiro Zhenjun's eyes. He looked out the window into the mist-shrouded distance and slowly talked about his experience in the past three days: "I have searched many places and failed to find you, so I am very afraid. Thought you were out of sight again...... Something unexpected happened. So I increased my spiritual sense and increased the scope to search, and it turned out that your breath actually appeared in the harem of Ogihua. "Spiritual sense is the basic skill of the Heavenly Realm spiritual cultivators, and wherever spiritual consciousness passes, everything is hidden.

"If you're really in Ogihua Palace, you'll be out as soon as I find you. You don't come out, and there are only three possibilities. The first possibility is that you are held hostage, unable to move, unable to hear me calling but unable to call for help – this situation is the most worrying to me. The second possibility is that you are not in the harem, and the so-called breath is just caused by the peony contaminated with your breath - this situation worries me the most. There is a third possibility...... It was you who voluntarily followed Peony in, and you have already ...... with me."

He Yuting caught a glimpse of his hands clenched into fists, trembling slightly. Her heart ached, and she didn't care about anything, so she threw herself into his arms and forced her into his arms. It was only when she heard his steady heartbeat that she felt better. "You guessed it, I'm not there! I'm not in the harem of Ogika. He Yuting's eyes were full of heat, and the fumigation made people feel so sad. She closed her eyes and felt tears welling up in her eyes, immediately soaking into the placket of Jiro Zhenjun's chest.

When she is away, how much does her Erlang have to suffer?

He Yuting hugged Erlang Zhenjun and cried with a whimper.