Jeffrey looked at the huge amount of dream essence in hand, even though he knew that this kind of thing was the white wolf with empty gloves used by the troupe, he still couldn't help but have the illusion that he had become rich overnight.

Damn, you must not be fooled by sugar-coated shells!

"It's really good, it's really good, originally we said that we wouldn't pay you a 'salary' for the technical test, but in the end, I said that I won it for you." The little princess said with a smile.

Today, he wore a small black suit that fitted well, and the white coat that was obviously a few sizes larger was draped over his shoulders, giving people a strong sense of contrast.

"And I have to thank you?"

"No need, it's just a small reward, then you can spend it here, but it's a pity that it's just a technical test, otherwise you can pass a play stably, and you can be regarded as someone who can be written on the carnival screen." The little princess said.

"Drink, forget the internal glory of the troupe." Jeffrey sighed.

He moved his body.

Returning to the troupe carnival, the sense of physical disobedience is no longer there, and it seems that it has returned to its original dream state.

He still misses the aetheric energy of the body, which is like galloping on a horse.

However, it feels good that the body has changed back into its own strong and powerful body, and the whole person has become refreshed.

For Jeffrey, the trip to the test was rewarding.

I saw more of the troupe's big moves, and after a long absence, I took this opportunity to become more familiar with that feeling.

With a few more attempts, he'll probably be able to use it proficiently one day.

Because the strength of the third stage is too amazing, Jeffrey basically has no place to train in the Sunken Sky Island Group, and he can still go to the boundary to practice when he has not taken over the responsibility of this area of Fusang City before.

After coming to Fuso, things have become more and more, and it was originally very troublesome for Fuso to go to the boundary zone, but he gradually stopped going, and the opportunities for exercise gradually decreased.

Now it seems that using this carnival can solve his problem.

"How am I doing this time?" Thinking of the way he stood in that sea of fire and started the three phases, Jeffrey recalled the state of mind at that time, felt a little emotional, and subconsciously asked.

Reacting to this, he turned his head to look at the little princess, only to see that the little princess was looking at him with a teasing expression.

Originally, it was a bit obscene, but the face and demonic charm were too prominent, and it made Jeffrey's upper and lower body move.

"Very good, pretty handsome, Mr. Hero." The little princess immediately put on an expression of adoration.

"Don't!" Jeffrey hurriedly covered his face and waved his hand.

The little princess smiled and put away the expression that made him a little disgusted.

"You're also a scourge, you ignored the past before. Your ability is imperceptible, and the activity of the etheric energy is pitifully low, and even if I don't use my ability to stand here, the activity is higher than yours. Jeffrey noted.

"In this way, I am so poor and helpless." The little princess raised her hand and pretended to sigh.

"It's obviously terrible, okay, forget it, there are more people in your troupe than I remember in the Brotherhood. I don't know how you do it. In the face of Jeffrey's complaint, the little princess smiled and said nothing.

After saying goodbye to Jeffrey, the little princess leaves with a full load of records.

Jeffrey was freed.

I wanted to leave this carnival dream immediately.

But after thinking about it, I didn't really look at this place for so long, so I was going to take a stroll around for a while.

It just so happened that the carnival was the internal currency, and he also got a large sum of the dream essence, and he had never spent it in the carnival, so he might be able to find something he was interested in.

With that in mind, he walked past the crowded auditorium.

Recently, there seem to be a lot more people at the carnival.

The troupe is really thriving.

Glancing at the bartender in the lobby bar today, it was a male bartender with black gloves on his right hand and a black robe, with an elegant and elegant posture.

Feeling that it would be good not to provoke him, Jeffrey hurried away.

Red sheets of people on the street outside.

Jeffrey has a clear goal and goes straight to the behind-the-scenes preparation.

There are a lot of people in the preparation room today, although Jeffrey has never been here, but he has passed by on weekdays, and it is really rare for so many people to be there.

As soon as he entered, he was sluggish again.

The red hair is like a waterfall, the face is like a peach blossom, and the dark lines on the body and the patterns on the eyebrows destroy the feeling of detachment, but they look even more demonic.

Great beauty!

It's different from the "fake" of the little princess.

It is a true beauty of all nature!

Jeffrey's upper body moved, but pure appreciation, the lower body couldn't move at all.

That's what beauty is!

But soon, Jeffrey came back to his senses from his amazement.

No, although it is indeed beautiful, there are some details on the body that show ......

Jeffrey's mind felt like a bolt from the blue.

"Why is it a man again?!" He shouted under his breath.

Your troupe is poisonous! This kind of high-value characters with blurred gender are all men? Gay theater troupe, right?

Jeffrey thumped his chest and lashed out at the troupe.

Now he knew why there were so many people who came to the preparation room today, and many people gathered around the red-haired "beauty" to ask questions.

Rhett skimmed over the unimportant questions.

Jeffrey shrank to a slightly empty foothold and took a slight look at the shoppables in the preparation area.

After looking at the purchase of something that he should have used, or just something that made him curious, he was ready to leave.

However, as he passed the front desk, Red's eyes lifted from the quaint book in his hand to look at Jeffrey.

Jeffrey briefly looked at him, feeling his heart skipping a beat again.

But this time it was not because of his heartbeat, but with the other party's slight glance, an invisible sense of oppression instantly invaded Jeffrey's whole body, making him stiff.

The feeling was fleeting, and in the end, he only saw Red give him a gentle smile and wash away all the discomfort he had before.

Jeffrey stared at him for a moment, then left the preparation area.

"Huh, the troupe is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, a heart-warming beauty in a double sense." Jeffrey sighed.

……

It took a while to linger in the carnival before Jeffrey was unhurried out of the nightmare.

When the illusory dream faded and the sense of reality filled again, Jeffrey felt the burr on his face for the first time.

He opened his eyes and saw the butt of a mouse.

"Rost?"

"Huh? Jeffrey! The mouse in the face jumped up and fell to the ground.

"What are you doing on my face?" Jeffrey got up, a little stiff and a little sore from sleeping for too long.

"You're three days later than you said you woke up when you went to bed! I thought you were dead in there! Rost made a heavy sound.

"Oh, sorry, it's a bit addictive, it's really fun there."

"And something that just came out of your shadow." Rost pointed to his bed and saw the big packets of scare boxes.

It's all Jeffrey got from shopping at the prep place.

"The troupe is really fast." Jeffrey laughed.

He looked at it, picked up a box, opened it, and took out a stone pot inside.

"You're still buying this stuff in the troupe? Do we need pots? ”

"It's not." Jeffrey replied, then lifted the pot, and a rich fragrance came to his nose.

"What is this?" Rost smelled the smell and was surprised.

"It's said to be a 'chicken pot', a delicacy. There are still all kinds of delicacies sold in the preparation area, and I saw that I bought a lot of them, and our meals were settled in the next few days. ”

"Although I don't know much about carnivals, the internal currency is not supposed to be used to buy such things." Rost's mouse face wrinkled.

"Hey, everyone has put it on the shelves, of course they bought it for us, eat it while it's hot, well, they also prepared dishes and chopsticks intimately." Jeffrey rubbed his hands together and began to distribute the dishes and chopsticks.

Rost wanted to say something, but looking at the hot and fragrant chicken pot......

It's so fragrant.

In the dining room, Rost said: "You came back a little late, and you missed an operation." ”

"Oh." Jeffrey buried his head in his meal and answered.

"But the important action is still to come, and it is still aimed at worshipping Cang, and this can no longer be absent." Rost continued,

Tasting the taste of the chicken pot, Jeffrey was silent for a while, and after spitting out the chicken bones, he said, "Rost, after the matter here is finished, can I apply for a long vacation." ”

"Huh?" The chicken bone that Rost was nibbling on fell back into the bowl.

(End of chapter)