Chapter 100

Xiaoman certainly remembers those snowy winters... having to stay at home, listening to the boring wind blowing, and everyone stopped going out and hid in the house to keep them warm.

Therefore, it seems extremely long, so long that it seems like an eternity in which time does not flow.

Perhaps that is why it was chosen as the boundary that blurs reality.

In reality, Xiaoman opened her eyes, as if in a dream, and suddenly remembered everything that had just happened.

This of course included her returning to her childhood state of mind, following her mother's hint until she found the unmelting fox snow sculpture on the fireplace, and she was filled with pure surprise... After waking up and thinking back on it, she had mixed feelings.

The teacher and Belu both stood up for her, and Nebu used his monster's sensitivity to judge that the situation was not mainly aimed at him, so he kept adding fuel to the fire.

However, it was not Xiaoman's idea to force Amara or some independent person to make an immediate decision or even take a vow. After all, the dreamland created by some unknown method was dominated by her subconscious, based on her memory and cognition, and formed basic rules based on her likes and dislikes, but it was not created by her on her own initiative.

Thinking of this, Xiaoman took out the envelope with a premonition and opened it, and found that the golden dragon scale and the well-preserved Siren scales were covered with cracks from the inside out.

But Xiaoman has no time to indulge in his disappointment, because this also means that the mountain of "pocket money" stored in the dragon scales will soon pour out when the dragon scales are completely damaged, and the visual effect will be amazing.

She quickly took out all the gold coins and gold ingots and poured them into her personal space.

Then she looked around and made sure that she was no longer in the outer city area of ​​the Holy City before she entered the illusion.

There were still golden building walls nearby, but Nirvana and Amara, who had left the illusion, were nowhere within her sight. She landed alone in another remote place, surrounded by peaceful houses that were at least ten years old.

A comparison with the Cathedral shows that the error is significant: the distance between the two is now greater than before.

A strong sense of vigilance gradually rose in Xiaoman's heart.

Because she knew Bernardus's style.

Even if he was too lazy to explain in detail to the youngster the methods and principles behind them, whether it was the possible error in the landing point caused by this spell or the intentional change in coordinates, he would definitely leave relevant information for her and would never let her misjudge the subsequent situation, just like a dragon reminding its cubs not to accidentally eat the hard gems in the dragon's nest when gnawing on the eggshells.

The most urgent task at the moment was to find the two people, as long as she could find one of them to confirm that they were not together, and she hoped that the one she found first would be Nirvana.

Xiaoman, who had just woken up, knew everything that had just happened. She was also the person who had been with Nirvana for at least a period of time, so she had a premonition in her heart:

Nirvana - she didn't want to call this being who was planning something a monster like Amara did, even though every conversation intensified the sense of abnormality - in the illusion, the strange and slight sadness he had towards Amara was definitely not a good symbol.

Amara might not realize it, but Xiaoman had already vaguely glimpsed the heavy implications behind it.

...Most of her time in the city of art was relaxing, with only a few moments consisting of huge noises smeared by stars and distortion. After having direct and indirect contact with that existence and its fragments, she seemed to be able to get vague predictions a little in advance with her talent, and had a slight understanding of the fate of people involved in the future direction of the world.

Moreover, Xiaoman had a deep impression of the face of "Nie Pu". When she saw the fleeting distant look on his face when he was observing someone, coupled with the familiar outline, it always reminded her of those moments when Su Mei suddenly fell silent in Bronze City.

Last time, she missed the sign of fate and didn't even see her friend go alone to complete revenge. Even though she later took revenge for Su Mei, it seemed like she was cooperating with her dead friend, but she could never catch up with the time that had passed.

So just like this reincarnation...

I don't want to be late again, Xiao Man thought.

“You may need help.”

As soon as she walked out of the alley, Xiaoman heard the familiar hoarse voice. She looked over quickly.

The fragment of the star god was wrapped in a complicated cloak, but he was sitting in the driver's seat and waiting for her. The white-gold horse, which was too precious for pulling a cart, was untied from the vehicle as expected, and now there was only a rein in his hand.

She had already had enough money from what Chen Xing had given her in the past, and what she was provided with this time was exactly what she needed.

Xiaoman stepped forward and took the reins from him, saying from the bottom of her heart, "Thank you."

Chen Xing was twirling the cigarette stick in his hand, and rarely lowered his head, not looking into Xiaoman's eyes, and spoke in a light tone.

He said absentmindedly, "I wish you a safe journey."

"Why are you here?" Xiaoman held the reins loosely with one hand, first touched the horse's cheek, fed it a piece of hard candy, and seeing that Chen Xing was not in a good state, she, who was taciturn, could not help but ask another question.

"I'm here to discuss business..." Chen Xing sighed, looking indeed very tired.

Xiaoman believed it for the time being and without wasting any more time on greetings, he got on his horse and went to look for him.

——Given her background, this was a skill she learned later. The specific reason was due to the Flora City Tournament. In the later stages, before Lielie was eliminated, there was a round of compulsory horse battles among the various innovations that were inserted for the sake of viewing, and riding became a necessary skill to get a place.

Although that match only occupies a small part of the comics that is not easy to find among the various matches, and it may be planned to be described in detail in a certain extra story later, for Xiaoman who really lives in this world, it is of course a past tense of personal experience.

Due to the natural racial restraint, beasts will inevitably have difficulty adapting to horses, unless they are trained from a young age. However, such beasts rarely come to compete in competitions, so riding competitions have always been tacitly recognized as the place where a small number of Winged Tribe and Elephant Tribe shine - the rest of the herbivores rarely make it to this stage due to their lack of fighting power, so their so-called advantages are difficult to demonstrate.

In short, the design of the competition system made Xiaoman, who was still a wolf at the time, an exception in the eyes of the audience. The Dragon King did not even show up in person, but hired a local operator who raised ponies and racehorses for the nobles a few days before the competition system was announced to bring them a few horses for practice.

It is said that the Dragon King's original words were still "I want the most expensive one", and judging by the level of his spending, in the end it was even more expensive than the pleasing fancy things. It was a real war horse for knights that he obtained privately and a matching experienced instructor.

In the end, Xiaoman successfully advanced to the next level in that round and indeed learned the skill of riding a horse.

Looking up at Xiaoman's departing figure, Chen Xing slowly smiled.

Behind the heavy silver mask, he even laughed so hard that he bent over, hugging his shoulders with his arms. His laughter was strange and full of low-pitched madness, and finally he suddenly coughed violently.

"Father...you will soon no longer have to suffer. Are you happy about this?"

“I feel very happy.”

When his coughing subsided, he leaned back loosely, leaned against the carriage, looked toward the cathedral in the distance, and spoke softly to himself.

What he actually saw was just the statue of the "Star God" enshrined at the highest point of every temple.

The remnants that fell from the body forty years ago have been quietly guarding in an unknown corner of the street, paying a long tribute to the lifeless stone sculpture standing under the gloomy sky.

He clearly expected something to happen, and no one knew what terrible plan he had involved others in.

[CUT, first pass in the 28th round! You look pretty cool even when you go crazy now.] said the adjutant.

"Not bad." Yuan Qian took out a piece of candy and ate it. After the training of three accounts, he felt that he had successfully achieved a breakthrough in himself, and his mentality was much calmer. Opening two accounts and brushing the forum was just a drizzle.

He even has time to do other things, such as opening the draft box, confirming that the text is correct, and clicking send.

A new post appeared in the comics forum.

But Yuan Qian had not yet decided whether to tell his teammates about what he had discovered. In the end, he decided to let them discover it on their own.

——During the time when Xiaoman and Niebu were traveling, Amara, who was under his control, was certainly very busy, and he also made use of Chenxing's free time, for example, spending money to invite several painters to give lessons at home to cultivate the basics.

Given Yuanqian's previous physical condition, walking in his own yard was not considered a very safe exercise. Even reading and playing some non-stimulating single-player games, which were the least burdensome pastimes, were difficult for him to do. It was wishful thinking for him to try projects involving self-creation, so even if he could afford a teacher, he never learned anything.

In fact, he had long wanted to learn some skills as a hobby. So after conducting targeted learning and practice as No. 4, he tried... drawing a fan art.

As for the first target, of course he chose Niebu, who had the least relationship with him. Yuan Qian said that he had absolutely no guilt at all.

After posting the message, Yuan Qian kept refreshing it with a nervousness that was no less than that of the main story of the comic.

Fortunately, his efforts were noticed here, and the post soon received likes and top-posts from familiar avatar IDs.

…

What is “him” in your eyes? (Try to draw Nirvana fanfiction)

Original Poster: [hand-drawn scan 3.jpg]

"If I were to describe it, it would be like this - an electronic ghost made of the remains of dusty accounts, messages without context after many years, forgotten passwords and damaged pictures, and stories that have faded away along with the pasted URLs."

2L: Come to eat! Come on, teacher!

3L: From this painting style, we can tell that the poster is more art-oriented, but he knows how to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses. The colors are just right without being too cluttered, and the composition is also very high-level. The creativity is highly praised!

4L: The copy that the chef can't refuse has appeared! I like it, this interpretation sounds better than the stitching monster!

5L: Exaggeration! This online ghost scrapbook feels closer to the original than Frankenstein. (Thinking)

6L: Asking for authorization in advance, can I use this copy for the cosplay of Nie Zong that will be released later? [Starry Eyes.jpg]

7L: It turns out that what I pushed was a huge old core, I figured it out!

8L: No way, I'm not the only one staring at the two tufts of hair on Nie Zong's head. This is the most essential doujin doujin I've ever seen! I understand it so well.

…

14L: I came here because I admired your reputation and found out I knew you. I smiled and said, "You are really something. For ten years, no one cared about my paintings, but now everyone knows your paintings!"

Since everyone is a chef, there will be others later, right? Watch—

15L: I will always follow you closely... I will always wait for the day when you draw all the works and publish a collection... Always...

(Teachers who are joking, please don’t feel too stressed! I look forward to your progress)

16L: The OP who suddenly became in debt: I’m drawing more, I’m drawing more, coo coo coo! (Flying away in panic, flapping its wings)

…

Yuan Qian looked at the endless replies to his post and felt warm inside, as if he could perform ten more shows.

[So cunning.] The adjutant finally noticed this special "fan art" drawn by Yuan Qian himself and the identity of the poster, and said jokingly, "So you want me to make the camera function not just for taking pictures of food. You betrayed the eating class!"

"We have never been mere spectators," Yuan Qian said. "We should be considered as sub-landlords under the government."

He asked tentatively: "So what do you think of my painting?"

[It’s delicious, but you must be careful next time…]

"Be careful about what?"

"After the serialization ends, you will have to go back to your life. With this face, you will be associated with comics sooner or later. If the author knows that you can draw, tsk tsk." The demon king with a longer-term vision explained meaningfully.

Yuan Qian: “…”

He remembered that he could go back after the end, and that "Dust Awakens" was designed based on his appearance, but he didn't really connect learning to paint with these two things.

Although comic book authors write because they love their creative career, they are also very aware of the deep resentment of the boring and extremely tiring drawing process. Because of this, if I go back and get caught by the author, then it seems that the future of being repaid by revenge and falling into the same art laborer is imminent.

"Can I give up my martial arts now..." Yuan Qian asked sadly.

[Look at everyone's enthusiastic responses, can you bear it? ]

That would be unbearable. Yuan Qian was already completely moved by the responses, and was thinking about who to draw next because of the expectations of these readers who he had never met.