Fantasy game evolution

Suddenly, Himi patted him on the shoulder and said, "What's the matter? You look so fascinated?"

"Just think of some things in the past." Ling Yan smiled and said: "Just think of a silly woman who looks like her."

"Why don't you miss me if you miss her?" After hearing Ling Yan thinking of other women, she hammered Ling Yan's chest and said without any change in her tone: "Aren't you afraid that I'm jealous?"

"You've seen those memories, what am I afraid of?" Ling Yan gave her a helpless look when facing Bei Mihu.

After all, the relationship between Himihu and him is not easy to say now, or that he himself simply does not want to admit it.

He also knew what Himihu's feelings for him were, and whether that feeling was true or false, even an idiot could feel it--it was just that he didn't want to think about these things.

Of course, it may also be because he hasn't forgotten that natural stupor, so he dare not accept Himihu?

——This is not the time to think about these things, really.

Throwing all the things in his mind, Ling Yan looked at Mei Hu and said, "I will take a break first. If this girl wakes up tomorrow morning, call me."

"It's okay, take more breaks," said Himihu, still smiling, "Anyway, it is estimated that Jike will come in the evening. It is estimated that the holy maid and the captain of the feather hunter will come tomorrow morning. The little animal will not wake up. Leave, so you can relax a little tomorrow."

"But I always feel something is wrong, really." Sitting on the sofa again, Ling Yan glanced at Tianyi's room, and then said to Himi, "If possible, let Tianyi come to communicate with the little animals. Both of them are similar."

"Of course I know this." She patted Ling Yan on the shoulder: "Hurry up and rest."

"Yeah." He leaned directly on the sofa and closed his eyes.

As I said before, this is where he rests now. After all, it was said above: Himiho seems not to return to the soul of the eye because of her plan. However, this house has two rooms, one for the sky. If you do, one will naturally call Himi. In this case, as a man, he has to sleep on the sofa~

Only when he closed his eyes did he think of a question: Why is he feeling so tired today?

But before he thought about this problem for a few seconds, his consciousness completely disappeared, as if he had appeared elsewhere--

Same familiar but strange...

Looking at Ling Yan who closed her eyes, the witch who claimed to be the queen of Xiematai put her smile away, walked to the window, looked at the ruin outside, and set her eyes on the place where the saint she had seen before, low Muttered loudly: "The real difficulty really lies not in the so-called plot, but in the hearts of the people."

To be honest, even though everything that happened now was within her expectations and plans, she did not feel any relief, whether in front of the enemy, in front of allies, or even in front of Ling Yan.

She doesn't like this world. You can already see the same kind of people who have ended up like her here. It reminds her of those unhappy and unwilling memories, and it also makes her feel lucky and naive...

Now that the bargaining chip that can draw out the biggest enemy is in her hands, there will be no other changes other than the need to continue to pretend to be [the former identity]-because it doesn't matter if it changes or not.

She sat next to Ling Yan, leaning on his shoulder, speaking words that only she could understand:

"You all come in, she can't live."

"As for why? I'll have to wait until I know the answer."

Don't ask me why I am so obsessed with the minority, because this is the first GAL who abused me in the first year of junior high!

Ask for collection and ticket~

Chapter 24 Most people like to die when the protagonist is upset

There was a noisy sound constantly in his ears, although not loud, the sound like electric current made Ling Yan wake up from his sleep and looked at everything around him in a daze.

At this time, he seemed to have crossed again, appearing directly in a place that looked magnificent, but was full of filth-well, it was like an ancient underground auction room.

He is surrounded by guys wearing ancient costumes, even directly like Taoists...

--How is this going?

Ling Yan thought about it, but it seemed as if he hadn't woken up at this moment, and everything he looked at was blurry in some places and unexpectedly clear in some places.

For example, the voices next to him are the same as those of Gui Gong in Yihong Courtyard. Except for looking at his Taoist uniform with yellow as the main tone, he can be sure that this person is a Taoist priest. It looks vague as if it was marked with a mosaic.

"Shangxian! You finally woke up!?" The old man looked at Ling Yan and said with surprise and joy: "Look, you must be interested in the next things!"

However, facing this situation, Ling Yan almost instinctively wanted to ask him: Who are you special?Who else is the god!?

But the answer from my lips was: "That's what you said since I came in. You XX Daomen have all ordered to brag about this inherent ability, right?"

At this moment, Ling Yan felt that he was watching something like watching a movie, but he couldn't be [the story of the broadcast]-although I don’t know why he was so venomous in [this story]?But now he wants to know why he appeared here, and he also encountered this situation!?

However, when Ling Yan hadn't figured out that he would encounter this kind of loss, the old way replied in a more pleasing tone, without the slightest anger because of his poisonous tongue: "This, this is the main immortal you Didn’t say what you want in the end—it’s not easy to decide what you want for you, do you?"

"You are really loyal." He replied involuntarily with the sarcasm again, and he felt as if [He] was going to sleep again.

"Thank you Shangxian for the compliment!" The old Tao continued to say politely: "You will definitely like the next items!"

"Because the things to be sold next can allow you to create a powerful family [foundation]!"

The moment he finished saying this, Ling Yan found that [his] sleepiness had disappeared-he turned his attention to the auction table, because at this time the auctioned item was no longer a magic weapon or something, and Is a person!

A girl who seems to be only thirteen or four years old at most!?

However, what made Ling Yan feel strange was that other people looked at the vaguely [self] but looked at this little girl very clearly!

The little girl looks very cute. It can be said that she is a beautiful embryo in the description of the times. She will be able to [open buds] after two years of raising. Although she wears the tattered clothes worn by slaves, she is Can't hide that temperament, long purple hair like silk and satin different from ordinary people——

If it weren't for the kind of eyes that had lost her pupils, the shackles on her body, and the scars of her hands being directly cut off, no one would doubt that she was a big lady!!!

After she appeared, the whole store was boiling!Crazy!

But Ling Yan found that [I] fell into a sluggish look at the moment she saw her appear—it is the same as when Yun Tianhe, a savage on the top of the mountain, saw Liu Mengli for the first time, that kind of man’s instinct to see beauty Reaction!

However, at this time, Ling Yan found that his consciousness was constantly disappearing-if he guessed correctly, he should be about to wake up?

But he doesn't want to wake up now, he wants to know who this girl is!I also want to know what is going on in this dream!

However, he couldn't stop all of this, he could only see the picture constantly turning into darkness...

However, at this time, his mind sounded [his] voice:

[At that moment, I finally knew what love at first sight is.

--this is--!!

"What do you mean!?" For an instant, Ling Yan directly sat up on the sofa, gasping for breath, as if having a nightmare.

He raised his head and looked at where he was. It was his house in prison.

In other words, the so-called dream just now is an unchangeable fact!

He recalled the words at the moment he woke up. Although it was not like the so-called high-definition [the words I left for myself in the past], it was still a painful thing for Ling Yan.

Because he felt that he could not doubt the truth and falsity of the dream at all, or he subconsciously believed that the dream was true, including the [self] and the little girl—though I don’t know why, the little girl. Familiar?

But it should be my own illusion.