For the next two days, Feng Ying's whole person was in a state of lost soul.

The sum of the reward for hunting the Blackhorned Dragon and the reward for serving as a guard for the Third Princess's daughter barely made up her previous debts, but in order to strengthen the "Destiny Force" of the Blackhorned Dragon's shield axe, she borrowed money from Anhill again.

I wanted to rely on the prize money of this ingredient competition to get rid of negative equity and become a rich man in one fell swoop, who would have wanted to be robbed of the prize money by a cat with "broken fruits picked up" and "stone flowers that come by the way"?

In the past two days, watching Xianglan buy whatever she wants, she also bought three copies, one for herself, one for her sister Shizhu, and one for her arrogant appearance, Feng Ying's heart was dripping blood.

The little dress that Ailu wears, the cat scratcher that Ailu uses to sharpen her paws, and the high-end hair care products that Ailu uses

You're jumping your face when you send me these xx, right? Sister Hayatta, take care of your cat!

But it was too embarrassing to sue Sister Hayatta, and it was easy to be ridiculed by Anhill, so Feng Ying thought of another idea.

She told Shizhu about Xianglan's spending 200,000 z in two days, which was actually in her early 100,000s, and she deliberately said it big, um.

Xianglan was disciplined as a matter of course, and the rest of the bonus was confiscated, saying that it was to help it save it and use it when she got married in the future.

After reacting to who had cheated herself, Xianglan is now looking for Feng Ying to fight all day long.

The cat cooking training of pork chop has been completed, it has its own foundation, under the guidance of the chef cat, the cooking technology has improved by leaps and bounds, and now it only needs more practice, and it will soon be able to make delicious cat rice.

The alcohol team began to seriously plan their trip to the Burning Village, and in addition to the main purpose of recruiting new teammates, Maca and Oshura also planned to practice in the Burning Village for a while.

They are not "locals", and it is not easy to learn the secrets of insect skills such as dragon stunts, but they want to learn the skills of using flying insects to maneuver.

If they can master it, it will be a huge improvement for their two worm stick envoys and light crossbow envoys.

They even specially asked Feng Ying to help write a "letter of introduction", if they could get the help of Blaze and Ni Tai, the efficiency of Xiangworm training would undoubtedly be improved a lot.

Their ideas are clear.

Since it can't be compared with Gordon, Hayatta, and other true geniuses in terms of talent, then borrow external forces.

Hunters are pragmatists, and everything you can use is part of your strength.

Gordon and the others had their last day of vacation, and early tomorrow morning, they would leave Locklac by airboat and return to East Doruma.

It is time for the queen to return to the castle and continue to "go to prison".

Locklac's last meal was eaten in the tavern of the assembly house, where the third princess tried to prolong the holiday, but was ruthlessly rejected by the bodyguard, Miss Prima.

The second prince also did not want to go back, and he seemed to have the idea of going to sea to work as a fisherman, which made Prima very nervous.

Her Royal Highness is just playful, but Her Royal Highness seems to be a little serious, if this really turns him into a fisherman, His Majesty is afraid that he will drag her out and cut her

While eating, the alcoholics of the alcohol squad also came over, and as a result, there were many more bottles and glasses on the table.

Worried that the princess and the girls would "learn badly", Prima drove the little girls and the cats and dogs back to rest first.

The depressed second prince poured himself wine in Ted's example, and was so drunk that Anhil, as a temporary roommate, had to carry him back to his room.

Gordon Hayatta and Ted had a few more rounds of drinking, maybe a dozen rounds.

It was late at night, and when the people in the tavern were scattered or almost lying down, the four drunkards were finally drunk.

However, the stamina of desert spirits is not small, and even with the amount of alcohol consumed by the two of them, it is a bit of a spinning at this time.

"Go back, go back!" Gordon said with his tongue wide open, propped up the table, and staggered to his feet.

"Okay~."

Hayata's condition is a little better than his, and his blushing face has a smirk, and he is obviously a little stupid.

Pushing away the chair and turning around, Gordon was about to take a step when he was frightened back by the figure standing behind him at some point.

The man was standing almost against the back of his chair, and he turned and walked in such a way that he almost didn't hit it directly.

"Hug, sorry!" Gordon muttered, the smell of alcohol almost enough to knock people on their heads.

But the people standing in front of him stood silently in place as if they didn't feel it at all, staring at them with pale eyes.

It was a strange girl, dressed in a robe from an ancient era, with a complex and rare shape.

Hayatta hugged Gordon's arm and tilted her head, "Hiccup~you. Be? ”

The man did not answer.

The two sides looked at each other in embarrassment for several seconds.

Under the influence of alcohol, Gordon's mind was a little confused, but anyway, he didn't want to stare at each other with this weird girl for a night, and was about to leave with Hayatta.

The girl in ancient costume suddenly spoke, her voice far away, but it seemed to ring in her ears.

"Go to the tower, go and get rid of them, they're too noisy, and it would be too bad if you woke up the king."

The sun shone through the curtains, and Gordon sat up sharply on the large soft bed.

Beside him, Hayatta, huddled in a quilt, was snoring comfortably.

Tapping his skull, which was a little groggy from hangover, and scratching a few more handfuls of hair, Gordon's heart was filled with a sense of disobedience.

What happened last night? I drank until midnight, and met a strange girl, and listened to her say something that had no beginning or end, and then woke up.

How did he and Hayatta come back? I don't remember at all.

Drunk a broken piece? Thinking about it this way, a girl dressed strangely or something, is it really a dream?

Gordon tried to clear his mind, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, so he turned his attention to his girlfriend, who was sleeping soundly next to him.

Stretched out his hand and poked her cheek, but there was no response, poked her waist, still didn't respond, poked hard

Hayatta sat up from the bed, glaring at Gordon in anger.

What is this? Stir up dreams!

Before his girlfriend could go berserk, Gordon hurriedly asked, "Do you remember how we got back last night?" ”

Distracted, Hayatta looked up at the ceiling and thought for a moment, then shook her head, "I don't remember." ”

"Are you impressed?"

Gordon wanted to ask, "Do you remember that we met a girl in ancient costumes?" but it didn't seem right on second thought.

If this is really my own dream, I dreamed of other women when I was sleeping in the same bed with my girlfriend, and I deliberately woke up the other party to ask if there was something I didn't have, and it seemed to be a bit of a suicide feeling.

So he changed his vague statement, "Did we meet a strange person?" ”

Hayatta blinked, her almond-shaped eyes round, "That's not a dream?!" ”

Gordon had some bottom in his heart, "It seems to be true, that person has too many suspicions, and I always feel that what she said may be very important, do you remember?" ”

"Remember some." Hayatta sat cross-legged on the bed, biting her thumb and thinking, "What's going to the tower to solve something, it's too noisy." ”

"And then say that it's troublesome to be woken up." Gordon added.

Hayatta nodded, "That's pretty much it, that's all she said, right?" ”

"Well, although the memory is a little vague, there should be only one sentence." Gordon thought for a moment and said, "Take a pen and paper, and draw the image of that person while the memory is not completely blurred." ”

"Okay."

Hayatta hurried to find a pen and paper, and quickly sketched a portrait of a young girl.

Gordon wasn't good at sketching, so he struggled to recall, providing some details about the costume.

The two complemented each other, and on the drawing paper, the image of the girl in ancient costumes reflecting the memories of the two gradually became clear, but strangely, neither of them could remember the appearance of the girl at all.

"All I remember is that her pupils were very light, very light, and she could barely see her pupils." Gordon added.

Hayatta shook her head decisively, "No, no, she has pupils, or rare vertical pupils." ”

"Huh?" Gordon was stunned, "So, what color do you think of her hair?" ”

"Isn't it silvery white?"

"I remember it was platinum blonde, what about the skin color?"

"Light brown, right?"

"Pale"

The two of them looked at each other, and their throats were a little tight.

Except for the "girl in ancient costumes", all the people in memory are not right.

Ps.

The mysterious people in the series who mean something, there will be no more direct and in-depth contact in this book, it's too scary, eating with a girl in white or something, dare you think about that picture?

Their true identities are hard to say, and the official has not given a positive explanation, but judging from the rise plot, it is certain that ancient dragons can influence humans at the spiritual level (dragon people are also considered humans).

The possession theory and the transformation theory, which have been debated in the early forums, can be regarded as having a result

However, this possession should not be a random passer-by possession, which may be related to the "religion" that is vaguely mentioned many times in the setting.

Many religions worship the ancient dragon as a god (the shrine maidens of the Flame Village are actually counted), and the religion cultivates personal pillar power in the Ganges, right.

As for this "girl in ancient costumes" (appeared in 3g) here.

It could be a human possessed by the ancient dragon, it could be the person that the ancient dragon became, or it could be the spiritual phantom created by the ancient dragon, who knows? You can think of it any way, and the vague openness of the MH series is also one of the charms.

(End of chapter)