Chapter 211: Zelas's Melancholy
Pink lips sunk in soft white fluffy sugar rolls
Feel the sweetness melt in your mouth. The little tongue stretched out slightly and licked the corners of his mouth. An Chen's expressionless face showed a little happy smile, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his mouth let out a soft snort.
Zelas walked down the street and glanced at Anchen, who was happy like a child next to him, and inexplicably chuckled.
The white palm tore off a piece of cotton-white sugar and carefully handed it to Zelas's mouth.
Zelas looked over suspiciously, and Anchen raised his hand: "Here you go." β
"I don't." Zelas's voice was still low, but it was no longer as muffled as before: "Rune bodies don't need to eat. β
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"It's delicious."
Looking at Anchen's serious eyes, and then at the sugar silk in front of him, Zelas hesitated, sighed nonchalantly, lifted the corner of the cloth on his face, and took the sugar in Anchen's hand.
The sweet taste is not very strong, and there is no strong fragrance, but it is a little light and cool. It should be sprinkled with some mint powder when making it. In the hot desert, it really feels good with cool shredded sugar.
βοΌβ Anchen's eyes were full of expectation,
βΒ·Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·β Zelas looked into Anchen's eyes and paused, "Not bad." β
With a smile, Anchen lowered his head again and took a small sip of cotton-white sugar.
What an easy guy to satisfy.
Zelas straightened the strip of cloth on his face, and the sunlight made him close his eyes slightly,
The sun is always shining brightly.
"Where are we going after that?"
βΒ·Β·Β· Find a place to stay. β
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"Carriage, carriage."
"Hey, new arrivals "goodies", come and see. β
Walking alone in the crowd, she carried a longbow wrapped in black cloth and wore a black cloak with delicate lines outlined in pale gold thread. In the brim of the black hat, a few strands of silver hair swayed in the wind. She lowered her head and looked at a document in her hand. This is the news that she just bought on the exchange.
Target features: Black leather armor, cloak, unsheathed black dagger
Approximately three months ago, the target and a swordsman-like man entered Shurima through the entrance to the Plains of the Storm, and since then: Nothing.
Two months ago, there were rumors that the target appeared in the central town of Shurima, and the follow-up news: not yet.
According to the surveyΒ·Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·
A lot of messages were written, but most of them were nonsense, simply recording a few places that the person had walked. But it was all news from a few months ago, and it has no effect at all now. But such a pile of useless documents cost her a gold coin.
"Hmph." The white-haired archer snorted coldly, and the air around him was cold.
The white-haired girl is Ash, who left the clan a few months ago.
Disappointed, she put down the papers in her hand, her eyes a little dark. It's been a few months since she came out of Freljord, but she still hasn't found the man, and she doesn't know where "he" is. The sun was shining, the shadows on the ground were sparse, and the archer walked down the street with a mental expression, as if she saw the man who had been standing behind her all that time.
Suddenly, there was darkness in front of her, and then a softness.
"Bump!!"
An Chen stared blankly at the girl who was bumping her head into her arms, the girl lowered her head and buried her face in her chest. As the other party's slightly hot snort passed into her neckline, a strange sensation made her face heat slightly.
An Chen's face was flushed, and he stretched out his hand and put it on the shoulder of the girl in his arms: "Are you okay?" β
Ash's body was a little stiff, and she didn't expect to crash into someone else. After all, with her perception, it was impossible not to feel a big living person in front of her.
But in her perception, there is no person in front of her at all, and even now, the other party is standing in front of her, and she doesn't feel the breath of the other party.
"It's fine." Vigilantly pressing the brim of his hat, Ash didn't look at the other person's face, lowered his head, and walked away sideways.
Just the moment she passed by, she frowned, the smell of the other party's body, and the other party's voice, all made her feel familiar.
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Ash was stunned for a moment, and slowly turned his head to look, only to find the figure in a black robe slowly walking away in the crowd.
The sky was thin and the stars were bright at night, at least for now. Stars surround the moonlight, twinkling, dotting the sky, connecting into a silver galaxy. Staggered in the dark. The moonlit and starry night sky is always beautiful.
Zelas found a temporary hotel, and since it was only for a week or so, there was no need to ask too much. And Zelas didn't really care about the living environment, and theoretically, he didn't need to rest at night.
Booked two rooms, which was enough for a temporary stay.
On the table, white mist drifted from the white porcelain teacups. In his chair, Zelath sits, quietly flipping through the book in his hand.
Books were the source of his initial knowledge, and he and Azir met through books.
He looked at a copy of the General History of Valoran, which he had bought in a nearby bookstore, and he had many copies on hand. Most of them are Valoran's recent history, and travelogues about the mainland.
Sealed underground for hundreds of years, he is very unfamiliar with the current Valoran, and can only learn a little more about it through these as soon as possible.
The room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of books turning pages and the slight plucking of the clock on the wall.
"Whew." Zeroth suddenly exhaled deeply, closed the book, and said into the air in front of him, "What are you doing here?" β
The air trembled, and Anchen stood in front of Zelas with a pillow.
Zeroth frowned strangely, "What's wrong?" β
An Chen pursed his lips and said honestly: "Over there, I can't sleep." β
The corner of Zelas's eyes twitched, and his index finger tapped on the cover of the book, silent: "So what? β
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The sky is thin and the stars are bright at night. Stars surround the moonlight, twinkling, dotting the sky, connecting into a silver galaxy. Staggered in the dark. The moonlit and starry night sky is always beautiful.
I don't know if it's the starlight or the moonlight passing through the window, the wind caressing the curtains. Zelas sat in his chair, quietly reading a book.
Slowly turning the page, he picked up the tea beside him, took a sip, looked helplessly at the sleeping girl curled up on the bed, and shook his head.
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The time for the college entrance examination is getting closer and closer, and my updates during this period may not be very stable, so I'm sorry to say to you first. But I'm also going to do my best to keep it up-to-date, ahem, after all, it's already very little, well, that's it.