Chapter 42: Strange and Familiar Memories!? (Fog)
"Anyone? What is the word here? Listening to Kelol's words, Ling Yan immediately began to observe the surroundings, and then when he was just about to observe, the lines of the girl who was flipping through the book instantly made him want to correct her on the spot:
"Ah, I was just kidding you, don't pay too much attention to it." As a matter of course, she took a book again and began to flip through it again: "Well, as a result, I've been away for so long, and you're still as easy to be deceived as before." β
"You don't want to be scared suddenly, can you!?"
"Is that scary?" She winked at Ling Yan with a puzzled look: "Actually, I'm going to sing in order to stop the war, and I'm going to form another group of eight people, and then directly open a school idol called: "Muse" to save our high school, and finally elope with the agent with the idol of [You must wear sunglasses when you go out]~" Speaking of which, she is at the moment! It seems that the Huaichun girl who is reading a romance novel to the intoxicated part caresses her cheek with one hand: "It's really romantic, Skuluki~ The boy we have two children is called Kaiyan, and the girl is called Ling Luoer~ How about it?" Looking forward to it, right? β
"Looking forward to your little mushroom! How many cults have you hacked in this paragraph! And why did you suddenly change from the swan song of the war queen to LOVELIVE, and then I jumped to the idol master very inexplicably! And even though you and Naako are voice actors! But you don't want other people's stalks to be used so indifferently! Isn't that forcing me to complain! β
Then someone who was complained about didn't show any shyness and anger that he should have, but showed an unusually relieved smile: "Well, it's been a long time since I've heard you say this about me?" I miss it so much~"
- Hey, what the hell have you been going through these days?!
Listening to the conversation in a tone that seemed to be a lover who hadn't seen each other for an unknown amount of time, Ling Yan sighed: "At least, tell me what you're doing now, okay?" β
"Secret~" She took the book that had already determined the content in her hand. Then he tapped his red lips: "You can't know for the time being, otherwise you'll be killed, just like you faced Yuko-chan before~"
"Yuko-chan?" Listening to the unfamiliar name, Ling Yan asked suspiciously, "Who is that?" β
"Well, it looks like people haven't planned to tell you yet." She sighed with a knowing expression: "It's worthy of the same kind, it's really a good choice." The kid and my words. β
"I don't understand what you're talking about??????"
"I didn't expect you to understand anyway." In response to Ling Yan's reaction, Kylor showed a natural sigh expression, and then poked his forehead: "I know too much now, but I'm going to die, maybe you will definitely answer lines like not being afraid of death, but I [this time] will definitely not allow another death." β
Immediately after, when he said inexplicable lines that Ling Yan couldn't understand, he stuffed a book directly into his hand at the same time.
However, the moment he touched the book, Ling Yan felt that his spirit had begun to trance. It was as if a bomb had exploded directly in the spiritual space, and there was even a roaring sound in my ears.
I could only vaguely hear the gentle voice of the blue-haired girl who was the culprit of everything: "Next, please think about those memories?????? Also, my true identity. β
Then, he felt his consciousness disappear??????
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I was somewhat touched by the hustle and bustle of the end of the year, and my heart couldn't help but fluctuate. How many people have not seen so many people in years?
It's worthy of Xiuzhen. Huazhidu. Exotic, exotic. I don't know how to describe it, even the air is wonderfully clean. Compared with the gloomy, damp countryside, it is fundamentally different no matter how you look at it.
This kind of noisy scene and brightness is perfect for dark nights. It's almost time for the bell to start ringing on New Year's Eve, and it should be a good affair.
"Then again. Speaking of the bell for the New Year's Eve, what is that."
Although it was a relatively casual question, I suddenly cared about it, and I couldn't help but talk to myself.
Indeed, it is to sound one hundred and eight rounds. What is the number of one hundred and eight?
Well. If it's to compliment me on my uniqueness, a number like one hundred and eight is definitely not enough. It has to be at least ten times louder than it to be worthy of me.
The red-haired man who thought he was thinking so much about his greatness that he seemed to be talking to himself as if he had taken it for granted.
- Ahhh If it rings 1,800 rounds, isn't the little monk who rings the bell very tired? Well, that's. Anyway, give me a good try.
"Huh? What's wrong? Calculations, huh? β
Although I care a little about it, it has become troublesome anyway, so I don't think about it: the origin and meaning of the night bell will fly to the other side anyway.
First there are people who want to ring the bell and they ring the bell, and then there are people who think it feels good and imitate it, and it should be said that they are just forming a culture without realizing it. If there is no meaning or intent, the guys who listen will explain the matter without permission.
- In the end, it's the same as the ballad. Because it's for the purpose of being happy, I'll let myself be happy to receive it. With every 'kong' sound, those sisters felt like they were falling in love for me.
In order not to let that kind of development end only by delusion, it is necessary to finish the important work immediately.
"Well, though, that's the way it is......" I said to myself a little bored with the smoke curling from the pipe I was holding onto, and I was a little bored with the reality: "Hey, this is, it's amazing!" Such buildings!!! β
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is standing in front of you, and the scale of the chaos is almost like cursing the common people's Dagaran, and it is difficult to enter the site.
"The main family of the Imperial Gate. It's not a joke, in every sense! β
For in my country it is only about one hundredth of it.
The grandeur, the solemnity, and the floating atmosphere are all completely different from those of another dimension.
- I really want to go back. What should I do?
"Uh-huh~~~~~" The red-haired man scratched his head, thinking about something meaningful about whether or not to go back directly.
In this country, there is a sin worse than the accidental murder of a person, and that is to fail to fulfill the obligation to go to the place of the royal gate at the beginning of the year, that is, to avoid an audience.
For His Majesty the Emperor, the nobles, and the five gentians, who are great figures, on the contrary, it is the Imperial Gate who visits them.
For the rest, it is like thisγIt is stipulated that you must come to the Imperial Gate.γ
To be honest, it's quite annoying, it's not that it's troublesome, it's just the moment of being judged.
So what's in it, to put it bluntly, is to be inspected. Men and women, old and weak, are no exceptions, depending on whether that guy is lodged by yin qi, and if he is lodged, how deep is the degree.
MostγFirst of all, it must be white, right? Even if you're not very lucky, most of them will just stay in gray.
However, if it is judged to be black, it is the most serious death penalty?????? No, if it ends like that, maybe it would be happiness.
If you want to ask why, the black ones who are too old can't be killed, because they have become something that is not like that.
So, to be watched and sealed, in short, to be a prisoner for the rest of your life: no matter whether it is freedom or whatever, you will no longer have it.
Everybody would be disgusted by that kind of miserable situation, right, at least I am disgusted.
Thinking of those things, he couldn't help but exhale smoke heavily.
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"Let's go back......"
I said this to myself from the bottom of my heart, and at the same time said it openly.
In the midst of this wasted time, a few people had already walked past him and entered the Mimon house: Anyway, you're all right. He complained in his heart.
As I said before, there doesn't seem to be a guy with a high concentration of yin qi.
And his words, to put it bluntly, are very bad.
Because it's good to be with the damp art house in the countryside all along, I can hide myself until now......
- This atmosphere, this sparkle, mom, the guy here is a real guy.
"Even if you say that, if you really go back, it's over?"
He complained and helplessly took the paper out of his arms, and frowned with a headache.
Mito Ryuaki - Because he was appointed by the current lord to come over, he couldn't escape.
- It's obviously well hidden in the countryside.γWhy is it being named now?,It's hard to understand.γIs it really exposed?
He kept comforting himself:
- No, no, no, don't give up hope. I've always been conceited of my perfect disguise.
Although no matter how humble he is, the sorcerer who has always deceived the Imperial Gate is not a joke.
Because it's the way it looks now, it shouldn't be noticeable because the hair color is a little special.
It's hard to tell at first glance whether this is evidence of pollution, or if it's just a bit of a bhasara-style taste.
OriginallyγBeyond a certain certain point, the concentration of yin qi will become something that even a layman can't hide.γThis appearance is his stunt so that they don't notice.γ
In fact, the concentration of yin qi has not been measured correctly, is it not really a big problem?
His mother, grandfather, and ancestors were all in a very bad realm.
- It's almost time for the pesky genealogy of the remnants to be sublimated. That's how he thinks about it.
And at this moment, he casually reached out and patted a person with a not very happy mood.
However, at the same time as the shooting continued, the picture was completely interrupted?????? (To be continued......)