The four people met again in a tavern in this fantasy forest.

Blore walked in front of Bai Di. When he took a step forward and pushed open the wooden door, the copper bell under the eaves rang softly.

Vines drooped from the oak beams, a few glowing berries hanging from the curled tips.

The bar counter is carved from old tree roots, with honey-colored resin seeping into its texture. A few blue-winged moths are licking the solidified sweetness.

Waiters in mushroom cloaks brought drinks on wicker trays - dew-brewed beer bubbling with morning mist, and half a piece of singing moonlight sank at the bottom of the acorn cup.

The firefly lantern in the corner suddenly dimmed. It turned out that a drunken elf had sneaked in and was taking a nap in the halo of light.

The scent of osmanthus suddenly became stronger, it was the falling star-shaped petals that had stuck to a guest's coat.

The moment they touched the ground, fluffy sprouts emerged from the cracks in the floor, swaying gently to the sound of clinking wine glasses.

Both Blore and Bai Di found it amazing. They had never thought that there would be a tavern in such a place.

In the corner one by one

Sure enough, there were two people sitting there.

Nansong raised an eyebrow and looked at the two of them. Matuan grabbed the little sea otter and waved to them.

Bai Di and Blore both quickened their pace.

"Huh? Bai Di? What the hell? Is this the end?"

Nan Song stood up suddenly and almost overturned the table where four people were sitting.

"Don't you know? It feels like it's over? The space we accidentally entered is closed. Everything is gone."

Blore waited anxiously for the food to be served, and gave Nan Song a confusing explanation after hearing what he said.

"Hey, hey, hey, can't the four of us be all fine? But why do I feel more and more confused every time I talk about this?"

Ma Tuan tried to smooth things over, but he also felt it was strange and a little creepy.

The wooden door creaked in the breeze, and the copper bells under the eaves rang out a string of tiny notes.

In the tavern, the glow of firefly lanterns cast flickering shadows on the oak floor, and the berries hanging from the vines glowed slightly with every laugh.

Ma Tuan suddenly put down his teacup and lifted the little sea otter curled up on his legs to his front.

The warm yellow light reflected on his face, making his eyes flicker.

The boy was very handsome, with slightly raised eyes and a widow's peak that made his forehead look like snow.

A pair of pearls swayed gently on the earlobes, and the bright white halo stained the side of the neck, like a half-moon.

His lips are thin and smooth, and he looks charming even when he is not smiling.

"etc……"

Ma Tuan narrowed his eyes and rubbed the tip of his fingertips across the otter's wet nose.

"Don't you think... the fur color of that giant paw is exactly the same as this little guy's?"

The little sea otter held its short paws in the air, blinked its black pearl-like eyes innocently, and squeezed out a weak "chirp" from its throat.

Bai Di had already stood up, for he was afraid that Nan Song would overturn the table.

At this moment, he was leaning against the bar carved from tree roots, tapping his fingertips on the table made of honey resin.

"Five toes, webbed, calloused palms."

He slowly reached out and pinched the sea otter's paw pad.

"It looks quite similar anyway."

Nansong was originally scooping a spoonful of the glowing mushroom soup that had just been served. Upon hearing this, he suddenly looked up and the wooden spoon slammed into the bowl with a clang.

"Impossible!"

She snatched the otter away, and its fur rubbed against the wet dew on her sleeves.

"It looks like it can't even crack a shell, so how can it grow so big and kill that molten plasma with one palm?"

The drunken elf in the corner turned over, and a few specks of phosphorus powder leaked out from under his cloak.

Ma Tuan lowered his voice and moved closer: "What if it shows its true form in the middle of the night and rubs us like clams——"

"Woo...!" The little sea otter suddenly broke free from Nansong's arms and quickly slipped into the collar of Matuan's neck, with only the trembling tip of its tail exposed.

Bai Di suddenly smiled, picked up a piece of melting moonlight from the cup,

"What are you afraid of? If it really is a monster..."

He flicked his finger and flung the spot of light toward the otter,

"Anyway, it's so powerful that there's nothing we can do about it."

(The firefly lantern suddenly dimmed, and a few new shoots quietly clung to the heels of Nansong's boots through the cracks in the floorboards.)

At this moment, Blore was fighting with the food out of curiosity.

A footless, black-robed elf floating high in the air brought a black pottery plate with a sizzling golden steak on it. It was the tenderloin of a Moonlight Forest unicorn, marinated in elven honey wine, with flame runes branded on the surface. Every time it was cut, tiny sparks would fly out.

Next to it are piles of glowing blue mushrooms, their caps dotted with dewdrops, which explode with cool sweetness on the tip of your tongue when you bite them.

Another crystal bowl contains "Stardust Soup". Cheese clouds that change shape float in the thick silver-white soup, and the sprinkled black pepper turns into miniature meteors, drawing fleeting tracks on the soup surface.

The most magical thing is the bread that comes with the meal - rye bread baked with dragon's breath. The moment it is broken, a small ball of harmless flame will rise up, revealing the golden holes inside that are like a honeycomb and maple syrup flows.

At the other end of the bar where the four of them were sitting, a druid was frowning at his salad - the purple lettuce leaves were trying to sweep away his silver fork.

The wooden door groaned like it was from old age, and dazzling sunlight poured into the dim tavern like a tide.

The four of them turned around at the same time. The lush green of the forest surged in the door frame, as if it was about to break through the boundaries and flow into the house.

The silhouette of the person coming was so sharp that it almost hurt everyone's sight.

At this time, the green of the forest was so dense that it was almost sickly, and the twisted shadows of the trees cast creeping shadows in front of the tavern.

The sunlight penetrated the gaps between the branches and leaves, leaving strange dark red spots on the ground, as if some indescribable existence was peeking through the treetops.

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