In the middle of the night, Lao Du honestly and unceremoniously called Chen Senran to get up as agreed.

In fact, Chen Senran didn't sleep at all, he cared a lot about Evelyn's sentence about the taste of a dead man, Evelyn's feeling should not be wrong, so Carl's previous explanation was lying, so the credibility of all his words would be minimized, and his identity and purpose would definitely not be what he said.

A stranger who is full of lies is sleeping next door to you, or in a ghost place like a howling swamp, not to mention that little Lori is sleeping next to him, how dare Chen Senran really sleep.

Rubbing his temples, which were a little sore, Chen Senran slowly stood up, trying not to make a little noise, so as not to wake up little Annie, who was sleeping sweetly.

Slightly tearing the tent open a gap, the cold night wind accompanied by a strange aura rushed on Chen Senran's face, making his brain sober a little, and fortunately, his Wuji Dao has been cultivated to the point of Xiaocheng, which is extremely good for the cultivation of spiritual power, otherwise he wouldn't have slept in the middle of the night and would have to go out to fight wits and courage with a guy who doesn't know the depths.

Taking a deep breath of the not-so-smelling air, Chen Senran gently moved his body to prepare to get out, and just as he was about to get out of the tent, the corners of his clothes were gently pulled.

"Little Mori Sen......" is the voice of Little Lori, very low, very light, and a little pitiful.

Still woke her up. Chen Senran turned his head helplessly, little Annie glanced at him, bit her lip and lowered her head, but the hand pulling the corner of her clothes refused to let go.

"I'm afraid ......," the little girl shook her arm coquettishly.

Chen Senran smiled and sighed, touched her little head and said, "Since our Miss Anne said she was scared, what else could I do?" Come on......" he said, opening his arms.

Little Annie's little face turned red rarely, but she threw herself into Chen Senran's arms without hesitation.

"Little Mori is the best......" said Little Anne.

Am I the best? Chen Senran picked up the little Lori and began to walk towards the bonfire, the swamp night was getting colder, he could clearly feel that the little Annie was trembling slightly, and couldn't help hugging her tighter.

Karl had already sat by the campfire, and when he saw Chen Senran coming over with little Anne in his arms, he nodded to him very friendly.

Chen Senran also smiled and nodded in return, and sat down opposite him, "Is Mr. Carl sleeping well?" He asked casually, he didn't want to play with this guy just yet, because the little girl was really cold.

I need some wine. Chen Senran picked up a bottle of red wine on the ground that he had brought before, and poured it into a goblet that had not been moved, it seemed that Lao Du was not interested in red wine. While he poured his wine, such a thought flashed through his mind, and the analysis of intelligence anytime and anywhere has penetrated into the bone marrow.

"Would you like a drink?" Chen Senran shook the wine glass to let the aroma of the wine emanate, and raised it to Carl.

"I slept well, much more comfortable than yesterday." Carl was still holding the book and the staff, and he looked at the red wine in Chen Senran's hand and seemed to swallow a mouthful, "Of course, Xie Lu Xie." ”

It's really a nourishing conversation. Chen Senran took a sip of red wine, felt that the taste was just right, a warm current poured into his body from his throat, and he suddenly felt a little more comfortable, so he put the cup next to the little girl and said, "Come, be good, drink a little, drink a little and it won't be cold." ”

The little girl was probably still a little afraid of Carl, but she just showed her head slightly and took a sip of wine and hid her little face in it.

Chen Senran touched her head and felt that she was not trembling so much before he began to pour wine for Carl, "Where does Mr. Carl live in Demacia?" Is it a villa with a view of the sea? His mouth continued with what seemed to be extremely boring nonsense, and he passed the red wine over by the way.

"Oh, how could I live in a villa with a sea view, that's a privilege only for the great nobles." Karl placed the staff of his right hand across his knee and took the goblet, his hand wrapped in a pair of thick gloves, which Chen Senran felt as he handed the glass to him...... There is no weight, like a frame of parabones.

"Oh, is it? I don't know this, I thought that the rich people of Demacia lived in villas with sea views. Of course, Chen Senran knew this, and he had almost made clear the general customs and class system of Demacia in his book and in some conversations with Lux, but he still made a surprised expression very exaggeratedly.

This is not a light or serious temptation, Chen Senran didn't want to tear his face directly because of Evelyn's words, pointed to the nose of the guy in front of him and said, what the hell are you doing. If Carl was really an archmage from Demacia, it would be embarrassing.

Carl didn't seem to notice Chen Senran's temptation, took a sip of the goblet, and seemed to let out a sigh of admiration: "The wine of Merlin Winery...... After all these years......" he said halfway through and coughed and didn't say any more, as if he had missed something.

So many years...... Was it intentional? Chen Senran glanced at Carl quietly, his hand holding the wine stiffened for a moment, and then he took another sip of it pretending to be relaxed.

"Mr. Karl is amazing, he tasted the origin after only one sip, and it seems that he is a good hand." Chen Senran smiled and didn't debunk the sentence just now, just thinking about what to use to test the next sentence.

In the fog all around, there was a sudden sound of non-existence.

The voice was low, hoarse, and the pitch dragged on for a long time, like many, many dead spirits singing together in a thick fog.

It's a little sad.

Xiao Lori, who was originally a little sleepy, was stimulated and trembled again, Chen Senran couldn't help frowning and looked at Carl.

Carl was still sipping the wine slowly, as if he didn't hear the sound, and he shook his head slightly and held his glass high, as if enjoying the singing.

Could it be that this guy is starting to get into trouble?

Chen Senran glanced at the tent, Lao Du was still sleeping, it was really amazing how good the quality of sleep was.

The flame power of his whole body began to surge, Chen Senran stared at Carl, and suddenly looked forward to what this guy would say next, I'm really sorry, you are going to die.

After all, it's not a good feeling to have a time bomb around all the time.

But Karl lived up to Chen Senran's expectations, he just smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, this is the daily project of the howling swamp, and every after midnight, there will be undead singing." This is also the origin of its howling swamp. ”

"Really?" Chen Senran exhaled and patted the back of the little girl in his arms, "Do you know a lot about howling swamps?" He suddenly remembered what happened before when the fog cleared instantly, could this guy be something in the swamp?

"I can't say it's very deep, but I know something more special." When he said something special, Karl suddenly lowered his voice, as if he was telling some peerless secret.

"Want to hear it?" He said faintly, with the endless eerie singing around him, there was an indescribable horror.

The fog seems to be getting bigger.

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The rhythm of sleepwalking began again, and it looked like I couldn't write at night, and I was stuck for another three full hours.