Drip, drip!

Outside, the rain was gradually falling. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In this strange city, seeing the sky gradually becoming gloomy, and the rain gradually falling, everyone reacted differently.

Some travelers saw that the rain was gradually falling heavier, and they hid to the side, trying not to let the rain from the outside world get wet on themselves, and there were also travelers with a cheerful smile on their faces, standing in the rain excitedly, enjoying this rare sweetness.

Artis is different.

Even though the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, he still had the same posture and expression, standing there quietly waiting, ignoring the changes in the outside world, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Whether it was windy or rainy, warm or sunny outside, he stood here quietly without the slightest movement.

Ordinary mortals are not qualified to see him, as a god of nature, as long as he wants, he can hide the perception of any strong person in the main plane, even if it is close at hand, absolutely no one can detect him, unless his strength has reached that limit.

But that kind of person, in the current main plane, no longer exists.

He was still waiting for someone, waiting for a long, long time, his expression did not change, his movements did not change, the only thing that really changed was the passing time and the pedestrians walking around him.

Sometimes that's the case with strange roads.

This city is a place where communication is very developed, and every day countless travelers and adventurers come here from afar, or for dreams, or for wealth, and carry out one story after another.

Every day there are new faces, but even after three years, no one has ever seen Artis.

Everyone regarded him as air, ignoring this place, and even when they walked towards Artis's body, they could only touch a cloud of nothingness, passing through it as if they were passing through the air.

Those who cannot see God cannot touch God either. These people are not the people that Artis has to wait for, and they themselves do not have the strength to break that isolation, so it is naturally impossible to see the true God.

Soon, a new day began, and it was a sunny day, and the sun outside was very big, and it shone brightly on the earth.

The heat brought by the sun is so great that many people can only gasp for breath in the hope of cooling themselves down.

And today, Artis's gaze finally began to change, and his body, which had not moved for three years, moved, and looked towards a place, where a group of people were walking towards him.

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"Ogy, you go slower! It's so hot, aren't you tired of running so fast?" came a girl's gasp behind him, accompanied by a hurried voice.

A healthy and lively teenager ran towards this place against the scorching sun, and at this time he felt the call of the girl behind him, and a smile appeared on his face.

He is very handsome and temperamental, and although he wears a shabby leather robe and coat, he has a natural nobility, and his ability to affect others with every move is heartbreaking.

And in the center of his eyebrows, a red mark appeared on his forehead, adding a mysterious and different flavor to it.

"Og, what are you doing here? Why are you suddenly running here while drinking cold wheat wine in the tavern? The voice of the girl behind him got closer and closer, and a red shadow ran out from behind, seemingly fast, and suddenly reached the side of the young man named Ogy.

"I have a hunch that there are things that are important to me. ”

Ogy smiled at the girl, causing the other person's face to turn red in an instant.

"Edith, go back. Og stood in place, his tall figure looking heroic: "I'll go back soon." ”

He said this, and walked quietly towards the road, as if to go straight to the end of the road.

Looking at Og's figure gradually moving away, the girl's mouth opened, as if she wanted to shout and make the other party stop, but in the end, she did not do so.

However, as Og's figure faded away, a strange feeling suddenly rose in the girl's heart, which frightened him.

She had a hunch in her heart that the young man opposite might never come back if he walked out this time.

"Where are you?" muttered to himself.

Og muttered to himself, looked at the main road in Yanbian, and walked ahead.

He is an orphan who has wandered in the city since he was a child, and when he grew up, he joined a mercenary group, and followed the mercenary group to carry out missions in various places.

This is the first time he has come to this city, and he has only heard of the scenery and beauty here, as described in the poem, it is a prosperous human area.

However, he had no interest in those bustling places, but was drawn to something else.

He has a unique ability that has been with him since he was a child, and has also allowed him to overcome many difficulties along the way to where he is today.

He can vaguely feel the fate of others, and even the final outcome of one major event. This ability made him go all the way smoothly, but it also made him feel something in his heart as soon as he came to this city.

The familiar, familiar smell permeated his ears and made him feel reassured.

Walking on this path, he gradually closed his eyes, let the premonition in his heart take full play, and led his body into the distance, guiding him to the end of the other side he wanted to go.

"Where am I? Who am I? Where am I going?"

He closed his eyes, and his eyes became dark, and he could only rely on the instinct of a warrior to move forward.

But in his heart, the long-buried doubts came to his heart, as if they wanted to tell him something.

An even stronger premonition came over him, and Auge had a vague realization in his mind that today, all the answers might be revealed.

I don't know how long I walked along the road, but I came to a corner, where there was a huge ancient tree, and under the ancient tree, there was a familiar figure and a familiar gaze.

As if sensing his arrival, the figure looked at him with gentle eyes, making his body tremble and at the same time, there was a faint sense of intimacy.

And around him, the threads of fate are being plucked, and the frequency at this time has reached its peak, and it has been bent back and forth in this place for a long time, as if it is a node of fate.

"Open your eyes, child. The warm voice rang in his ears, and Og's heart moved.

The darkness in his heart was instantly illuminated, and his eyes suddenly burst into endless brilliance, and under the influence of an excited mood, Og opened his eyes and looked around.