Chapter 172 Western Fantasy 36 They seem to be fighting

A hoarse wind whipped through the trees, stirring countless things as if awakened, their clashing noises interwoven into one another. Perhaps the chain reaction was too long and uncanny, leaving the shadows almost like the sobbing of ghosts.

Not wanting to face any reality, Lu Huai still closed his eyes. He could only feel the slightly cold wind blowing on his face and the unpleasant sounds around him.

Lu Huai could feel that Winterbourne was indeed trying his best to lead him forward, and he could also sense that he was in a bad mood, so he didn't say anything else and remained silent, which was in stark contrast to the intensive conversation in the first half.

Little did he know that the magician seemed to have eyes behind him, knowing his every move. He saw his struggles, his difficulties, and his sorrow, and his emotions were either positive or negative.

Lu Huai thought that he should thank him, but he really wasn't in the mood right now.

Even feeling empty, thinking about the masked man, his organs bleeding as he tortured himself with memories over and over again.

The delusion was that this escape could be considered an apology to the person he had left behind.

That cloak looked so familiar, exactly the same as the one he wore when he lived in Talo, except that the golden pattern of the protective magic circle could still be seen faintly on the corners of the sleeves.

He recognized familiar things instantly. Lu Huai hadn't expected to see Qiao En again. The distance was a thousand miles, almost the distance from Jiuli Pass to the capital of Dayong. In the ancient world, it would have taken ten days of travel.

As a knight whose duty is to protect the city of Atto, this is actually a place where he should never appear.

Lu Huai couldn't help but think, whether it was the mission assigned by Amodia or his own idea, coming here alone must have been quite a hassle...

But he had to resist the urge to stay.

Even though his mind was full of the first time he killed someone, the elf with blood-stained golden hair and sinister eyes was seeking his embrace with trembling hands.

He remembers this scene to this day, when he said to him, "Will you leave here with me?"

Lu Huai also indulged in the impulse that was aroused in him. Even on some difficult nights, when he tossed and turned, those amazingly bright eyes were still the source of his strength.

But this time, he really couldn't go with him.

A person struggles between two camps, but he still grows up in the end.

He handled himself very well, turning his head away and not even looking at it again.

It was this action that made the person who was originally full of joy fall into complete despair.

All Jon felt was an endless expanse of black and red in front of him. The sky and earth seemed to have darkened, making it difficult for him to withstand it.

He had already convinced himself that even if Lu Huai was just a character in the game, he would accept the loss.

At worst, I can live in the game for the rest of my life, as long as I can always be with him.

What made him feel the most threatened was that after returning to reality, the game's creative team told him that they would persevere in stabilizing the server and would launch the public beta at another date.

As an NPC, his chosen lover's treasure trove of jewels might be coveted by even more people of questionable character. If targeted by players who specialize in romance, the innocent and kind-hearted little succubus might be completely deceived.

But he vowed to protect his treasure.

But a bigger change actually occurred. Qiao En was ready to tell Lu Huai about the hardships along the way, and then kiss his slender and beautiful hand, saying, "It's just a little bit of hardship."

But the dream was completely shattered.

His brief absence was enough reason for the knight, as he saw his "Princess Majesty" being abducted by another cunning rat, without even a glance at him, the fawning dog.

The changes are too great.

They were like strangers who met by chance, passing each other and parting ways. It was like a line from an ancient oriental poem: "You go to Xiaoxiang and I go to Qin."

Originally, if both parties turned around, everything would develop naturally. Unfortunately, someone struggled desperately and didn't want to let go.

So much so that Jon was still looking into those familiar yet unfamiliar, obsidian-clear eyes, and how could he give up so easily?

So, seeing the man about to take Lu Huai away, he rode his horse in front of the shuttle and shouted at Winterbourne, "Let him go!"

Winterbourne is not a soft persimmon that can be easily bullied. When there is no one around and there is no need to hide his edge, naturally he will not be angry with those who attack him.

He replied coldly, "He's just a coward. He started out with such a tone, it seems he's very confident in his own abilities."

"What qualifications do you have to order me around?"

Lu Huai didn't expect that he would actually meet Jon, as if the understanding of his fragility that he had shown before had disappeared, and it was completely different from the way he had been traveling with him in silence before.

And the emotions seemed a little too high: "Why should I let go? Why don't you ask what his opinion is?"

But he was indeed protecting him, and Lu Huai had no right to feel resentful.

Winter really didn't know who this secretive person was. Judging from the intensity of the emotions, he was probably Lu Huai's old lover or suitor.

In this case, the weakness is easy to guess.

Seeing the atmosphere become tense as he wished, Winterbourne raised the corner of his mouth and asked meaningfully: "Don't you want to, or don't you dare?"

Jon couldn't figure out what had happened while he was away, which led to him being defeated and becoming a complete loser.

But could Lu Huai really not see his sincerity towards him at all?

A crimson alarm sounded repeatedly: "Detected: Important plot character: Jon's darkening value has increased dramatically by 50% (from 15%). Continued darkening may cause serious damage to the plot line. System host Lu Huai, number 0359, please take measures to reduce it as soon as possible."

0359 couldn't help but sweat, and looked at Lu Huai quietly, as if he could taste the deep pool surging under the calm lake surface.

Lu Huai was indeed caught off guard, but he seemed to have adapted well to the fact that the original protagonist had collapsed again, and was not too surprised.

But how to resolve the dark side is indeed a problem? According to this trend, he and him have parted ways, how can they reconcile?

The big change in attitude hinders the advancement of the plot. If the status quo is maintained, the blackening value will definitely continue to rise.

The annoying Lord God is as inhuman as ever.

Lu Huai had a bad feeling. Was his retirement going to be deadlocked again?

"I'm really impressed..." Lu Huai cursed inwardly, his fists unconsciously clenched.

There is really not a single day in this world that is kind to him.

Jon's words were stuck on his lips; he was really stumped by the question.

In the past, he had 100% confidence that Lu Huai would choose him unconditionally, but at this moment, even though his head unconsciously turned towards Lu Huai, Lu Huai did not dare to look him in the eyes.

The little face, which seemed to have become thinner and sharper, shrank behind the masked man, showing a posture of resistance: treating him as an enemy, and treating this guy who was hostile to him as a haven for support.

There was hurt in Jon's eyes. He never thought that Lu Huai would stand with others.

And he is the extra one.

Although the moment his new identity came out, he knew that their positions were different.

But when he was alone and helpless in this world, the young Lu Huai did not regard him as a bad person. Instead, he believed his promise and followed him without reservation...

After experiencing this kind of trust and delivery, Jon felt like he had gone crazy. He just wanted to question and rob, with twisted fire in his eyes.

Moreover, if Lu Huai's body is like that... it would be better if he had a union with an adult male, which would make his endurance and restraint seem a bit ridiculous.

The delicate flower in the pure greenhouse actually needs watering to reveal its original nature. This contrast is truly unexpected.

Where on earth did the game developers get the ability to come up with such a tense character, which gradually affected the emotions of this outsider and made him indulge in it uncontrollably? It's really too scary.

There have been many setbacks along the way, and the timing was wrong. Perhaps now his "princess" has been coaxed, deceived, and bullied into handing herself over.

When he thought of this, his heart felt no different from a piece of paper that had been crumpled up.

The standoff in the no-man's land doesn't seem chaotic enough.

Nocas, who returned happily from foraging, found the "bride price" that he thought was the best proof of his strength.

In his opinion, he has been patient enough and respectful enough to the little succubus, so as long as water drips through stone, one day she will be willing to be his little female.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the cave entrance, everything was wrong - the fragrance that was always fragrant and enchanting became fainter, and even the scent of an outsider was faintly mixed in.

"land?"

With an ominous premonition, he began a furious carpet search after calling out to no avail.

Sure enough, inside and outside the cave, in the abyss, there was no trace of the little female and the culprit.

Speaking of this damnable person, he almost immediately thought of the extremely cunning necromancer who wanted to make a deal with him all day long.

Now that this disaster has happened, it is really a pity that we didn't kill him at that time.

The angry Nokas turned into his original form. His huge dragon body no longer cared about his favorite golden treasure house, and made the nest a mess.

The giant dragon circled across the deep valley and flew towards the center of the dense forest invisibly.

It seemed that Winter and Jon were about to fight, and the atmosphere was tense.

Lu Huai suddenly sneezed for some reason, thinking that someone seemed to be thinking of him.

There are indeed many people who miss him, far more than he can imagine.

For example, his "old boss".

It has been a long time since the God of Light, Lance, sensed the prayers of the little believers. Everything seemed to have returned to the way it was before He had no agents.

Boring, uninteresting, and extremely bland.

No one knew what happened on the ground, but one month in the Holy See might only last three days in heaven, with the time difference being normal, and He had no time to care about these things.

He originally thought that he would not care about these things, but unexpectedly, the beautiful appearance of the little human praying softly and shrouded in the hazy moonlight would creep into his mind from time to time.

Moreover, the world consciousness often saw Him staring blankly at the Church in the lower world, and often teased Him:

"I've been alone in this palace for so long, without a single attendant I find worthy. It seems like the iron tree has blossomed this time, and I'm thinking of marrying the Goddess Queen, little Yilan?"

Lance ignored Him and replied coldly, "Don't call me that."

In fact, my thoughts are surging, and I just want to follow the impulse of imagination and find some color in my long life.

However, the "pollution" on his body became more and more serious, and more and more divine power was spent on maintaining a stable appearance. Even if the power of faith from the believers was as vigorous as before, it still could not stop the further decline of the divine body.

He could not bear to show his defeated side in front of the young believer. Even though he had seen too many ups and downs in the lives of living beings, he still couldn't help feeling annoyed.

Lance took the initiative to ask the world consciousness: "Why can't it be improved?"

"The law of every world's evolution is unity and division, a cycle of strength and weakness. We've been stable for too long... Sigh."

An old voice murmured in the chaos, and the implication of the words could be heard without elaborating, and it was as long as the verdict of fate.

Hearing this, Lance's handsome and resolute face revealed a hint of worry.

The world consciousness obviously did not want to see Lance getting weaker day by day, and urged him to seize the body prepared for him as soon as possible, so that the pollution would completely perish along with this body before invading the godhead.

It’s just that Lance doesn’t agree with these methods, otherwise he wouldn’t have resolutely separated from Seno.

Even though their interests were closely intertwined, they still despised such tactics: "Is there any other way?"

This almost foolish naivety was so intense that even the world consciousness could not help but mock it:

"Aren't you the omniscient and almighty Lord God? You know everything about the continent.

If there are other methods, why don't you use them for yourself? Do you think an old loser like me has the right to point fingers here?"

For beings at their level, the power to formulate and interpret rules lies in their own hands.

The gods are the most merciful, yet they are often also the most cruel. If an ant could sacrifice its life for the Supreme Being, even if it died with its eyes wide open, it would be labeled as "voluntary."

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The author has something to say: Ahhhhh, tears welled up in my eyes! [burst into tears] I finally managed to hold it back [poor]