"I watched it for five years before, thinking it was a science and education film, but then I watched it for three days, and I thought it was a magic film, but when I watched it today, I realized that his mother was an idol film!"

"I've been looking for it, and the oily sister is here. ”

"I went, I didn't expect that there would be such a big beauty in the backward Middle Ages! This face, this small waist, this arm, this skin, how can this be preserved? ”

The anchor hurried and asked her to show a ditch. ”

"Chicken, hard bang. ”

"I came here to cultivate my body, but I didn't expect it to be able to prevent it! ”

"No one's chickens want to take a holiday today!"

"Where did you get a bunch of nobody?"

"Complaining brothers, haven't you noticed that the number of people in the live broadcast room has increased a lot in the past two days? ”

"That's the case, how many people can happily watch the live broadcast every day? Now that the content of the live broadcast is rich, it is normal for the audience to increase. ”

......

The streets were silent, and the two were relatively silent, but Norman's brain exploded, a large number of voices filled his mind, and all kinds of old words kept flashing in his left eye.

After a few days of "learning" the ancient language, Norman's mastery of the ancient language has expanded a bit, and he can now understand some of it. It's just that even if he could understand some of these ancient words, he still couldn't understand what those voices were saying with the ancient parts he understood.

Of course, none of this is important to Norman now.

"Who's ......"

Norman looked at the man in front of him, and as soon as a word popped out of his mouth, he swallowed himself.

Norman is used to not being able to make a sound in a dream, so looking at this face, he seems to be still in a dream, and subconsciously regards himself as a state of inability to speak.

But though he had drunk too much, he was not drunk, and he knew that it was Cárdenas, not his dream, so he shook his head in a daze, and his chest strained and spat out the words.

"Who are you?"

As soon as the words came out, the breeze blew on the face and the mood was comfortable.

It was indeed no longer a dream, and he was finally able to speak out in front of her.

The two men stood facing each other like this, pinching each other's faces...... To be honest, the posture of the two of them is really strange, but Norman feels that it feels very good, and he is reluctant to let go for a while.

The woman didn't let go, she still pinched Norman's cheek, her mouth was slightly open, as if she wanted to answer Norman's question, but the next moment Norman felt that his left hand was empty, and the cheek that he had pinched in his hand just now was suddenly gone. When he looked closely, he found that in the blink of an eye, the woman was already standing a few steps away from him, and the corners of her mouth had calmed down, and she was standing quietly as he had seen countless times in his dreams before.

I didn't even look at him anymore.

What's going on?

Norman looked at her, and his head, which was already a little dizzy from alcohol, swelled even more.

Why is this woman and Thomas, the old drunkard, so virtuous? They both like to chat, and they suddenly flash to the side......

And how did she get there? He didn't see it at all.

Before Norman could figure it out, there was a soft commotion in the sky, which made him look up involuntarily, and then he saw several more people descending from the sky like this woman.

There were men in the prime of life in heavy armor, young men in delicate silver helmets, and old men in blue robes...... There were people of all ages, young and old, five in total.

These people, like this woman, were not clean, dirt, blood, everything, and Norman even saw that the heavy armor of the man in the prime of life still had a large black thing stuck to it, in Norman's experience, like burnt skin, but I don't know what kind of animal it was.

After those people descended from the sky, they consciously surrounded the woman.

The old man in the blue robe glanced at Norman and then closed his eyes, obviously the old man was not in good spirits and lacked sleep—Norman thought to himself.

The others stood quite naturally, and did not look at Norman except for a routine glance, and looked around calmly. The two men with the sword also hung the sword on their waists, did not draw it, and did not even put their hands on the hilt of the sword.

These guys looked like the ordinary people who walked down the street, but Norman had a faint sense of something unusual in the depths of their eyes: he had a feeling that if he dared to move a little now, they would tear him to shreds in no time.

"Let's go. ”

A voice came and caught Norman's attention.

It was the woman who spoke.

Norman had imagined countless times in his life over the past decade or so that this woman's voice would be like - she might not look good, but what if her voice might be good?

In these imaginations, he always imagined the woman's voice to be beautiful: perhaps as deep as Yuna, perhaps as thick as a boar, or even as mighty as a spotted tiger......

But the woman's voice was very different from what he had imagined.

Her voice was light, like a gust of wind, not powerful, not as beautiful as Norman had imagined.

The group was fast-paced, Norman was just a god, they had gone far and were about to disappear around the corner.

"Hey!"

Norman couldn't care much more in his hurry, and shouted loudly to that side. But before he could really say anything, those people had disappeared around the corner, and they were no longer visible, so his words could only float gently on the street.

"Who the hell are you...... Who?......"

But no one responded.

"Who the hell are you......"

Norman muttered softly, raised his right hand to his mouth, and subconsciously wanted to take a sip of wine, but suddenly found that the wine glass was gone without knowing it, and looked around to find the wine glass by the wall. When I picked it up and looked at it, I found that half of the glass of wine in it had long since dried up, and there was nothing left.

"Waste, waste. ”

A voice came from his head, and Norman looked up to see that Thomas had come out again at some point, and was looking at him condescendingly. As he spoke, the old guy raised the cup to his lips and took two sips.

Norman looked at the guy and thought about what had happened before.

"Why did you run in all of a sudden?"

Thomas only drank and took another sip before taking the glass from his lips, sat down, tilted the barrel of ale, and slowly filled his glass.

"I have an urgent need to urinate. ”

Urgency to urinate?

Norman recalled what Thomas had just looked like...... Well, it's urgent, it seems like it's really urgent, but he immediately had a new problem.

"By the way, this house is yours?"

"Yes. ”

Norman was puzzled again: "Then why do you sleep on the street every day?"

"It's too hot inside. ”

"That ......"

Thomas also kept grabbing the free time to drink when he replied, one sip after another, Norman saw that Thomas kept drinking his wine, his heart hurt all of a sudden, and the words stopped all of a sudden. He hurriedly poured himself a full glass, poured two sips, and felt that he was not so lost, and continued to pull Thomas to speak, licking his face and asking, "Can I sleep in it?" for the sake of the ale I have asked you to drink, my friend. I don't need a bed, you just give me a piece of space. ”

"No way. ”

"Don't be so ruthless, my friend, you see, you're still drinking my ale. ”

"Then I won't drink it. ”

"No, we'll discuss this slowly......