“...... What's going on?"

Weak and defenseless. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He seemed to have become a little baby, just lying in a small cradle, his body involuntarily swaying with the regular shaking of the small cradle, unable to move.

There seemed to be an old and unpleasant smell in the air, like a renovated house that had been baptized by war in the last century, but it always seemed to be filled with gunsmoke, blood, and even the negative emotions that had remained here, accompanied by screams, despair, vomiting, laughter, prayers, and muttering like a nervous patient.

He looked at the ceiling in a blur with his immovable gaze—after focusing for a moment, his vision finally became slightly clearer.

This may be an old house. He thought.

The white paint on the ceiling is slowly peeling off, the process seems to be dozens of times faster, and from time to time there are some small insects crawling over, but leaving a bright red trail. Then the tiny creepers grew denser, eventually dyeing the white ceiling a bright red.

The weak who could not move could only watch helplessly at the changes in their surroundings, and could not do anything about it. In other words, he is just a spectator, an onlooker.

His surroundings continued to exert influence on him.

A voice grew clear, shrill and softly hummed in a strange and distorted intonation, mixed with words that the cradle creature couldn't understand at all.

Also. It's normal to always have a humming song. The weak thought.

This unpleasant sound tone is certainly not a song.

Just as the guy in the cradle was thinking so, the cradle stopped shaking, and the tone that was originally soft began to amplify abruptly, becoming harsh and difficult to sound, accompanied by all kinds of weird laughter, and the sound source gradually approached this small, safe harbor cradle.

The weak man was dizzy from the sudden amplification of the voice, and he began to become a little flustered, although he could not move, but through his ears, he could clearly hear the voice approaching.

He tried to struggle, but couldn't.

He wanted to make a sound, but in the end it could only turn into a weak cry.

He could only watch.

The slippery sound of clinging sounded beneath the cradle, and the weak with tingling scalps waited.

A tentacle emerges from the thin wall at the edge of the cradle that protects the weak. The eyes embedded in the tentacles frantically swirled around, searching, and then looked together at the weak man who was protected by the fragile cradle.

It slowly stretched out.

The weak man didn't even have the right to close his eyes this time, he could only watch as the disgusting thing gradually stretched out towards him, and then clinged to the entire ceiling, and finally occupied his entire field of vision, with a dense group of tentacles. They began to squeeze towards the little cradle and squeeze it to pieces.

The cheeks are sticky and delicate to the touch, which is unexpectedly not very uncomfortable.

"Smack!"

Eh, it stands to reason that tentacles don't usually slap others with a clap or something, right?

"Bang bang bang!"

Wow, it hurts, it's a bit too much, who's it.

All the strange sounds in my ears disappeared, and the dense sound of rain falling brought Lynch back to reality.

Lying on his back, he just wanted to open his eyes, but he was hit by a big drop of rain and had to close his eyes.

Lynch sat up straight, and with the dual protection of perception and talent, he was able to rub his eyes before opening them.

The black-haired girl next to her crossed her arms, letting the raindrops wet her hair, half-covering her delicate face, and then looking at the young man who had just woken up from his sleep in a condescending manner.

It was only then that Lynch noticed that he might have been covered with a few pieces of clothing.

"At such a time, you can sleep in such a place, I really want to praise you. ”

Lynch's face became a little stiff because of the pain, and then he greeted the familiar girl: "Eh, you're here." ”

It's okay to do the aftermath of the aftermath.

"What kind of dreams do you have? I wonder if people can sleep so soundly in this environment. Ying Lan looked at the young man who was slowly and secretly wearing clothes, and she was angry.

After helping Lord Ning Yue clean up the surrounding monsters, she eagerly entered the city with Ning Yue's permission, looking for Lynch's traces, the original Nuoda city was like a needle in the bottom of the sea, and the behavior was tantamount to wasting time, but fortunately, lightning from the sky from a distance guided her here.

A naked guy fell asleep in a pit in the pouring rain. Although she knew that the lightning before didn't mean that this guy was sleeping like this, his posture still made people angry.

In addition, she still had a lot of things to do, so after finding some more clothes, she used some means to scream at the shameless naked exhibitionist lying on the ground.

"Forehead......" Lynch, who had already dressed, frowned and recalled carefully: "When you say this, it seems that I really can't remember what dream I had just now." ”

"That's a shame. Ying Lan suppressed her tone and said to Lynch firmly: "Then can you still move now, hurry up and go back with me." ”

"Yes. ”

Lynch nodded.

I don't know if it's because of a good night's sleep, or because the white-haired experience points are generous enough, Lynch now feels that he is in better shape than ever, and all the wounds on his chest have healed as before.

He actually wanted to see what his star chart was like now, and if there were any major changes.

The flames under the pouring rain should not end well. Lynch thought that he needed more strength in the event of possible future events.

He followed the girl who was running fast with ease, admiring the beautiful back of the girl's body curves revealed because of the heavy rain, and asked, "Have you seen a big, big tentacle monster?"

"Yes. ”

"It's serious...... You see, it's foggy and raining," Lynch hurried to the girl's side, and described it in a word: "There may have been an accident on the side of the Fire City, and if we don't pay attention to these phenomena, the consequences may be serious." ”

"That's what we're going back for. ”

"Hmm, do you already know that?" Lynch was a little surprised, but not too surprised, he looked at the girl's side face, the knife-like but soft outline made the expressionless girl look particularly attractive: "What is the situation now? Is the situation serious in the City of Fire? Why is it raining so heavily in the sky? Is it a big man using what skill?"

"I don't know much about the specifics. Ying Lan responded, continuing to look ahead: "But I think it shouldn't be too serious with Watlier in charge." ”

As she spoke, she remembered the cube that the messenger had given her not long ago, and which she was now carrying in her pocket.

She chose to go back to the city first.

Maybe a little self-defeating. The girl in the pouring rain thought so.

"Lord Ning Yue has already rushed back to the City of Flames before us," the girl continued, "I hope we can help a little when we rush back." ”

As she spoke, the girl sped up again.

"Can you keep up?"

"Yes. ”