It's a small house, with shabby furnishings, and narrow windows that make the interior look a little dim. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xue An never thought that the god who had stood on the clouds and looked down on the world for hundreds of years would live here.

The god was very polite, and handed a cup of somewhat sweet drink to Xue An's hand, with a very easy-going smile on his face. The hospitable host looked to be in his thirties, but his half-drooping eyelids and trembling hands made him look tired.

"My name is Scorpion, and I know you were surprised to see me, but I did the same when I saw you. You're the first person to jump out without me picking them, so if you're not in a hurry, we can talk a little more. The scorpion pointed to a burn scar on his face that was clearly left by a soldering iron, and the flesh-red one was a sign of a scorpion.

Xue An was a little rude, and kept looking at a glass ball next to the fire scorpion.

"Is this my hometown?" Xue An pointed to the glass ball.

The fire scorpion followed Xue An's gaze and picked up the fist-sized glass ball, looking at the glass ball that was not transparent and had many flaws, his eyes suddenly changed, and he didn't have the feeling of exhaustion to the bones just now, but instead spewed out bursts of frenzy from the depths of his pupils.

He is a god only when he holds the world.

After a long time, the frenzy in the fire scorpion's eyes suddenly subsided like a tide, and he found that Xue An was staring at him, smiling embarrassedly, and there was a hint of blush under his dark face.

"Yes. The fire scorpion also beckoned to Xue An, asking Xue An to come closer, like a child sharing toys with his friends, "Do you see that yellow spot, that is your continent." Do you see the red one, I like to call it red boots, no matter the color or the look of my sister's shoes when I was a child. It's actually quite interesting, at first it was white, and I called it ballet shoes at the time......"

The fire scorpion has not had anyone to talk to for a long time, and the outbreak of loneliness made him more and more interested in talking, but he didn't notice that Xue An's expression was getting colder and colder when he looked at him, and his eyes were getting sharper and sharper, and he couldn't help but interrupt him stiffly.

"We call it the Bloodthirsty Mountains. ”

"What?"

"The Red Boots you're talking about, we'll call it the Blood Thirsty Mountains, is one of the most dangerous places on the entire continent. Xue An seemed to see countless bones lying on that mountain range, "It is a very high snow-capped mountain, cold, almost completely devoid of air, inhabited by the most terrifying monsters, but it also contains the resources that our people need most." It is like a devil who always can't drink enough blood, luring countless fools who want to live a well-fed, warm, warm and happy life to send their own blood. The blood of those who have been bitten to death by ferocious beasts will not turn black, but the interesting change from white to red that you said is poured out by the blood of my people!"

After Xue An's last almost roaring voice fell, no one spoke in the room for a long time.

Ever since Xue An jumped out of his world and entered this room half an hour ago, he had been silent most of the time, as a listener, and this sudden emotional outburst had somewhat frightened the fire scorpion.

The fire scorpion was not angry, but only reminded Xue An with some caution:

"Be quiet, and don't be heard. ”

"By whom?"

"The people who kept me here. ”

"You're imprisoned here?"

said that the fire scorpion's face was a little ugly, and he was a little stumbling when he spoke:

"Also... It's not captivity, it's a kind of... They gave me the container of the world, I asked me to pick people in it, they brought me good food and drink, I smoked a cigarette a day......"

The fire scorpion finally couldn't say any more, his throat choked a little, and his eyes were red. Xue An felt that his hatred for the fire scorpion had suddenly faded a lot, because although he knew something about the World Container, he had never thought that things would be like this.

Standing on the clouds and looking down on the earth for 600 years, he was just a poor man.

With a stabbing thud, the scorpion lit a match, and then carefully took a lone cigarette from the dirty iron box beside him.

After taking a deep breath, the scorpion began to hold its breath, holding its breath until its face was about to swell into a tomato before it suddenly began to gasp rapidly, as if to ensure that every trace of white mist remained in its lungs.

This process seemed to Xue An to be very painful, but the fire scorpion looked enjoyable, turned his head, and looked through the narrow window at the sunset that had gradually dimmed in the sky.

"Ever since I picked a few useful people for them, they promised to give me a cigarette a day. I wait until this time every day to smoke this cigarette because then I can say to myself that the day is not bad. ”

Saying that, as if the fire scorpion itself felt that it was too embarrassing to deceive himself like this, he shook his head and smiled bitterly and pressed the tail of the cigarette that was about to burn to his finger on the container of the world beside him, and the spark, which was not very vigorous, gradually extinguished after a while of dying struggle.

The smoke went out, but Xue An's eyes lit up.

"Do you press it out on that glass ball every day after smoking?"

The fire scorpion was a little embarrassed, but he didn't lie:

"Yes, most of the time. You know, I'm just doing it casually, and I don't mean anything else..."

"We call it Falling Star Festival. ”

"What?"

This time, Xue An was very calm, not mentioning the anger and unwillingness of the Thirsty Blood Mountain Range, but there was a faint nostalgia between his eyebrows.

"Every year in the middle of September, there are suddenly countless fiery stars in the sky, both day and night are very gorgeous, neither the sun nor the moon can cover their light, this day is the most important festival of our whole year, we call it the Falling Star Festival. Several high priests once said that these stars slowly streaked across the sky were the light held in the palms of the gods, but they inadvertently slipped through their fingers and fell to the earth. ”

There was silence in the room for a long time, and the fire scorpion looked at Xue An with a faint smile, and felt that there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, which was even more embarrassing than mentioning the Thirsty Blood Mountain Range just now.

"Don't talk about me, let's talk about you, I've never seen anyone who can take the initiative to jump out of the container of the world. I'm pretty sure you didn't find the world key I left behind, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to sense it. The fire scorpion obviously wanted to change the subject to unravel this somewhat eerie atmosphere.

Of course, Xue An would not object, and stretched out a slender finger to point at the world container beside the fire scorpion, and the other pointed to his chest:

"My story is quite long, but the main thing is that I also have one of these glass balls in my heart. ”