Chapter 73
Half a month passed in a flash. Whether it was Martin in Nadine City or Cross traveling between the Holy Spirit Medicine Association and Nadine City, they were all looking forward to the arrival of the Wanling Celebration along with the crowds that gradually gathered in Nadine City.
During this half month, Jiang Zhulang and Luo Xia have been deliberately downplaying their presence. Apart from necessary work and meals, they have locked themselves in their rooms the rest of the time.
With experience in making photo beads and no worries about materials, Luo Xia quickly made an enhanced version of photo beads. Jiang Zhulang secretly called it a live broadcast device.
Jiang Zhulang used the little spider to carry the live broadcast device installed in the storage ring and crawled out through the inconspicuous gap at the entrance door. He successfully delivered the things to Cross who was waiting outside.
Just as he was about to return the same way, he was caught by Cross.
Cross interlaced his index and middle fingers, effortlessly lifted the spider, which was struggling to move its legs, and weighed it.
"Little guy from Lanno...why do I feel like you look so familiar?"
Cross's gorgeous face suddenly approached the little spider, so close that he could even feel his hot and wet breath.
Jiang Zhulang, who had half of his consciousness on the little spider and was seeing this scene through its eyes, leaned back reflexively and bumped into Luo Xia's hard chest.
"Lan Nuo, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Luo Xia supported him as he was unsteady on his feet and asked with concern.
Jiang Zhulang shook his head in confusion, all his attention focused on Cross, who had knocked the little spider upside down.
Damn it, can you please stop swinging the spider around! If it's your spider, then you're just moving your hands and feet around. Do you know what sense of propriety means?
Seeing his friend's eyes dimmed and his expression dazed, obviously concentrating on controlling the machine, Luo Xia smiled helplessly and tidied up the few strands of scattered hair that fell at the corners of his eyes.
Enduring the shaking feeling of dizziness and nausea, Jiang Zhulang controlled the little spider to turn over with great difficulty, trying to jump from his hand to the ground. Before he could enjoy the feeling of weightlessness that symbolized freedom for long, he felt that he had fallen into the hands of evil again.
——Looking closely, Cross caught him again.
Jiang Zhulang: ??? Are you okay?
If he wasn't concerned about the venom injected into the spider's body, which could kill a person with one bite, would he really want to hold the spider's chin? Or maybe bite the finger on its abdomen a few times?
Wait, he can just roll back, just...
Cross's elegant cello-like voice interrupted Jiang Zhulang's increasingly dangerous thoughts.
"Let me think, where did I see you before... Ah, it seemed like you were somewhere in the suburbs not far from the pharmacy?"
Jiang Zhulang:?!
The little spider, who was originally very angry, froze for a moment, turned around with a guilty conscience, and pointed his butt at Cross.
He was puzzled. Although Spider-Man did follow Cross home by hanging on his body and took a ride from his house to the Apothecary, he had never been exposed to him again except for the time when he was discovered by Rael and jumped into the bushes, and the time when he was blown away by Arcane in the melee when Cross was captured alive.
How did Cross know that this black thing looked familiar?
Jiang Zhulang racked his brains over this, but Cross, on the other side, seemed to be just saying it casually. With a smile in his eyes, he touched the little spider all over and said, "Tsk, actually if you look closely, you are not that ugly, you are quite cute. When I meet your master later, I have to ask him how he tamed a spider as smart and cute as you. If possible..."
The little spider, who was bent over by Cross and turned back silently, rolled its eyes, moved its legs and tried to "jump off the building" again. Fortunately, Cross noticed its intention and gently put it on the ground.
"Okay, little cutie, go back quickly and don't keep your master waiting for too long."
Small, cute? ?
Jiang Zhulang shivered several times in unbearable pain, and goosebumps covered his body.
Could it be that his "good son" had lost his sense of aesthetics without his knowledge? ?
Although the spider made by Roshia is indeed smaller and rounder than ordinary spiders, it is by no means cute. If it suddenly jumps onto the body of the Arachnid, it will probably receive the same sonic attack as the Screaming Chicken.
Luo Xia, who was standing beside him, had been paying close attention to his friend since he helped him up when he was unsteady. He saw that Lan Nuo, who was usually calm, had an unpredictable expression in just a few breaths. He gritted his teeth in anger, his pupils trembled in shock, and now he was shaking from time to time.
Could it be that... Spider-Man used it too often and for too long, and the connection with the main body was broken? Otherwise, why would Lanno react like this?
Luoshia secretly made up his mind to take the spider over for repair later to avoid any accidents during operation that might hurt Lanno.
While she was still immersed in the blow of her own bad son's ruined aesthetic taste, the spider just came back to her side. Before she could put it away, Roshia picked it up and put it in her arms.
Roshia: "I've used it for a long time. I'm taking it for maintenance to prevent it from breaking down."
Jiang Zhulang nodded, feeling deeply moved: Look, it's really his Roxia, who actually took the initiative to offer after-sales service for the products, which is really thoughtful!
The thoughtful good son and the violent bad son, wow, the difference is obvious!
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Soon, the much-anticipated Celebration of All Spirits began. The main venue, jointly funded by the nobles and wealthy families of Nadine City, represented the face of the local town. It was magnificent and could accommodate tens of thousands of people to watch the celebration dances and the birthday ceremonies of the gods at the same time.
On this day, the rigid class system is broken down, and no matter you are a royal noble or a homeless beggar, you can participate in this grand celebration.
In order to show the benevolence of the gods and their own kind and noble character, any family or individual with a little reputation and wealth in the area would set up a charity stand outside the venue. Corn paste, potato lumps, black bread... Occasionally, you could see meat soup with minced meat and floating oil.
This day is the favorite day of all the poor people, because they can finally eat their fill and have a good meal.
Although the food in every charity shed is similar, and some people deliberately mix fine sand, gravel and water into the food, even so, it is still something they do not often eat.
Dada's little follower looked at the pot after pot of steaming food at the charity, and kept swallowing his saliva. If it were in the past, he would have grabbed the boss and squeezed in to beg for food with his agile body, but today...
He held his head high and chest puffed out, stroking the bulge in his chest complacently, and unconsciously felt a sense of pride.
——Today, he has a big mission!
So, don't stare at the bowl of yellow, hot corn porridge, and don't imagine what the potato balls half the size of your fist taste like. After today, he can eat as much of these things as he wants!
Give me some pride!
He secretly pumped his fist to cheer himself up, and forced himself to look away from the food. The little follower wiped the corner of his mouth in a cool way, only to find that his saliva was almost flowing out.
Alas!!
Dada did not notice the embarrassing behavior of his little follower. He kept wiping the sweat from his hands on his trouser legs, trying to ease the tension in his heart.
As people from all over the mainland flocked to Nadine City, even though the main celebration venue in Nadine City was the largest, most luxurious and most crowded in history, it still could not accommodate everyone.
Therefore, the streets surrounding the main venue were also densely packed with people, waiting for the arrival of the floats from the main venue.
The subordinates in charge of each block had already been waiting in the most prosperous place of their respective blocks. When the celebration officially began, they smashed the photo-taking stones worth one or two gold coins, and then took advantage of the commotion to hide in the crowd.
Since Martin's explanation was not very clear and Dada's retelling was even more confusing, after getting the photo stone, the leader racked his brains to figure out why such a small stone, even if it was a rare item that could show images, could cause such a commotion?
Could it be that it contains pictures of those big shots kissing?
But soon, their doubts were answered.
Dada walked through the crowd and approached Martin and Cross in the center of the main venue, and tugged at his sleeve.
five,
Four,
three,
two,
……one!
He counted down with the crowd, but the difference was that the crowd was waiting for the celebration to begin, while they were waiting for—
"roar--!"