Chapter 64

Chu Cheng's presence is not required for the 7th anniversary celebration, and Ataco's uninterrupted blessings are enough to prove his protection. Chu Cheng stayed in Ataco because he knew that not making a time jump meant that he had important plots to attend at the current time point.

Chu Cheng transformed into a human form as usual, wearing a robe, and tried to reduce his presence as much as possible, almost to the point where no one would notice him if he walked in front of the crowd.

The streets were not much different from the past, and were still brightly lit. Snowflakes, ice dragons, and all kinds of lanterns were hung on long ropes, sparkling. From a distance, they looked like stars falling on the long street.

The fireworks flying up and down in the lamp wall lit up the closely connected small stalls, where delicious food was being fried in hot oil. The bright yellow light of the street lamp standing in the center illuminated the faces of the passers-by, who were filled with happy smiles.

Chu Cheng walked sideways through it, and walked around the same route again. He did not meet any special people, nor did he trigger any strange conversations, as if this trip was just to let Chu Cheng feel the glory of Ataco a thousand years ago.

But this was obviously impossible. Chu Cheng was not stupid, and TA was naturally the same. Chu Cheng no longer called the system "system", but called it "TA". After these time jumps, Chu Cheng can be completely sure that the system is definitely not betraying the comics and surrendering. It must be a helper, maybe from the comic world, maybe from the real world, but it must be a helper that Chu Cheng found at a certain point in time, replacing the existence of the system, otherwise Chu Cheng would never let such an existence that could run back to the comics at any time know so many details and secrets.

Since there is no breakthrough on the crowded street, let's change the lane. Chu Cheng walked forward with the crowd until he reached a corner with a small alley. He turned right and entered the deep dark alley.

It was only a step away, but Chu Cheng inexplicably felt that this place was extremely cold and gloomy. All the commotion and bustle were clearly cut off by this dividing line of light and dark, and all the joy was isolated at the other end. The place where this alley was connected seemed to be left with only scattered wooden boards, fleeing rats and ants, and a few rays of moonlight that barely filtered through the high walls.

[You are really much quieter now]

[Is it dangerous now? Is the goddess of fate watching?]

[How do you know that you shouldn't speak now? Have you experienced it? Or did I tell you?]

[Have you experienced these? Who chose these time points?]

[What will happen if you talk to me at this time? 】

【Will it be dangerous if I talk to you? Why don't you stop me? 】

Chu Cheng bombarded TA with a barrage of questions, but TA didn't say a word in reply. Everything was like a stone thrown into the unfathomable sea, without even a ripple. But Chu Cheng didn't feel discouraged, because these questions would definitely be revealed one by one in the time that was about to pass.

With his hands in his pockets, Chu Cheng strolled leisurely in the deserted outer circle of the city. Occasionally, a few people passed by with a hurried look, as if they had encountered some urgent matters, but they disappeared from his sight in a few seconds. These were not the special people that Chu Cheng was waiting for.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Chu Cheng had almost walked through most of Artaco, but still did not find any character with a suspicious expression and delicate appearance that could be drawn into comics.

This is indeed a good way to distinguish. After all, since the first comic, all the well-known characters are exquisitely beautiful or handsome. This is an unwritten rule. So how could someone who plays an important role in the memories of the god of nature, Neropo, be an unknown person?

But Chu Cheng not only looked with his eyes, he also used magic to sense abnormal fluctuations, but he didn't find anything. Chu Cheng is almost unable to do it. Could it be that this time is also a long-term plot, and we have to wait until the entire celebration is over?

If he still couldn't find the special person in the last section of the journey, Chu Cheng would go back to the palace to talk to Bing Keke. After all, such a good time cannot be wasted. Communicating more with important characters is also a good way to obtain information.

Chu Cheng put his hands in his pockets and quickened his pace with a bored look. His black robe rolled out waves behind him. His long hair slipped out of his ears and fluttered around his smooth and tight jaw. If you didn't look carefully, you would think it was a faint smoke floating around.

"Maybe today I really can't..."

Chu Cheng was thinking that today would end like this, but he didn't expect to meet the important character he had been waiting for all day in the last few steps.

It's hard to describe this feeling, but Chu Cheng knew that this was definitely a character that could be drawn into a comic. His black hair looked fluffy, and his palm-sized face was studded with two equally black big eyes. His

whole face looked chubby and tender. In the real world, a talent scout would definitely ask him if he wanted to be a child model. But the only thing that didn't match his eyes was his eyes. There was no light at all, coupled with his dark pupils and his breathing so weak that his chest couldn't be seen rising and falling. If you didn't know, you would think someone had thrown the beautifully made doll here.

It is worth mentioning that there is a pair of white wings behind the doll, which are now drooping on the ground obediently, wrapping the little master's naked calves and bringing some warmth.

Chu Cheng walked over at a slow pace, and the doll seemed not to have heard him. It was still looking straight ahead, staring at the light outside the alley, without blinking for a moment.

"Watching? Why don't you go?"

Hearing Chu Cheng's question, the puppet finally wound up, turned its head and raised it, staring at the lower half of Chu Cheng's face with its big eyes that were dead silent and without any highlights, like two obsidian stones.

"Just one person"

Although the answer seemed a bit incoherent, Chu Cheng strangely understood what the puppet said.

"They all go together in groups, but you are alone, and you don't want to go?"

The puppet did not nod, but turned its head back, staring at the hustle and bustle not far away with its inorganic eyes.

Chu Cheng did not rush to act out the classic scene in the youth comics, but put one hand on the puppet's head and rubbed it.

"Skyborn? What race? Where are your elders? You came to Altaco alone?"

The puppet did not speak for a long time, until the flow of people outside the alley had changed several times, the puppet opened its mouth and uttered a few words.

"No"

"No elders? Oh, that's really a bad question."

Although he said so, there was no embarrassment in Chu Cheng's tone, and he didn't sound like a good brother who took care of the mood of the children. But this is also the character arranged by Chu Cheng in the Ancient Era and the Fallen God Era. The contrast between the before and after makes it more realistic. Besides, who is the god who is so kind that even the children from other countries passing by care about whether the words are well spoken.

The puppet didn't feel offended and just hummed lightly, confirming the tone of Chu Cheng's statement.

"Do you want to go shopping?"

Chu Cheng bent his fingers and tapped the puppet's head lightly, not hard, without even a sound. The puppet pursed his lips and said nothing, just staring with his eyes, as if silently urging Chu Cheng.

But Chu Cheng pretended not to see it and asked again in a rather unromantic way.

"Are you going or not? If not, I'll leave?"

Chu Cheng didn't hesitate at all, and without waiting for the puppet's answer, he withdrew his hand, as if he was going to leave immediately. Until Chu Cheng turned most of his body and half of his legs had taken a step, the robe behind him suddenly had a little more weight, and Chu Cheng couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

"Why is someone pulling my robe? What's going on?"

Chu Cheng deliberately didn't say anything. The puppet still pursed his lips, but this time, his eyes were not on the other side of the alley, but on Chu Cheng. Chu Cheng didn't lower his head, but just looked down. His eyes under the hood were shining with a metallic golden light, like a warm sun, burning the darkness in the alley and the puppet's tightly closed mouth.

The big and the small confronted each other in the cold alley for nearly half a minute. Chu Cheng was happy to see the puppet's entanglement, and he was not afraid of wasting time. It was his business to follow the plot at his pace, so he didn't mind wasting time here with the little puppet.

The final outcome was, of course, that the puppet couldn't hold on any longer. After his eyeballs rolled twice, he drooped his eyelids, his pink mouth twitched twice, and he whispered something so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"...I want to go"

"Where do you want to go?"

It seemed that because he had asked it once, it would not be so difficult to repeat it again. The puppet tightly grasped the corner of Chu Cheng's clothes, raised his head, and looked straight into Chu Cheng's golden eyes.

"I want to go to the street."

As if afraid that Chu Cheng would continue to tease him and ask more, the puppet took the initiative to talk to Chu Cheng for the first time.

"With you"

got a satisfactory answer. Chu Cheng stretched out his right hand and grabbed the puppet's little hand, held it in his hand, and pulled the puppet, letting his calves follow him.

"Next time, if you want something, you have to say it out loud. You know, you have to express what you want."

This kind of autistic setting of puppets is quite common in comics. Generally, there is always a counselor. Now there is only Chu Cheng. Chu Cheng naturally takes on this task. Letting the introverted little puppet clearly express his inner thoughts is the first step of this kind of counseling.

After getting what he wanted, the puppet fell into silence again. Chu Cheng pulled him into the light and walked forward as if he was surrounded by the crowd of people laughing and talking around him. Gradually, the puppet seemed to find that no one around noticed him, and gradually began to boldly observe the surroundings, looking at the colorful and delicious snacks around him with his big eyes.

He pursed his lips, and Chu Cheng naturally felt the little hand wrapped in his hand tremble, but he was just like he said, if the doll didn't speak, he wouldn't speak for the little doll. The doll was not stupid, he also knew this truth, after pursing his lips, the doll shook Chu Cheng's hand, stretched out a finger and pointed to the stall on the side of the crowd.

"I want it, inside"

Chu Cheng looked in the direction of his finger. The stall sold red plum fruit with ice dragon-shaped candies, which is a specialty snack of Ataco. The fruit is sour and sweet with a dense texture like white snow, and a thin layer of cream. It is very popular with dessert lovers and children.

Chu Cheng pulled the doll through the crowded crowd, came to the stall, and asked for one. The puppet took the red plum fruit with both hands, stretched out his tongue and licked it carefully. He seemed to be frozen, but there was a trace of visible joy and happiness on his face, making this chubby little ball show a smile that matched his appearance and age.

"Do you like it?"

The puppet's mouth was stuffed with fruits and he couldn't empty his mouth, but he still nodded slightly to answer Chu Cheng's question. Chu Cheng pulled the puppet and continued to walk in the direction of the crowd. Along the way, the puppet tried several snacks and ate them all in his stomach. They watched performances, listened to praise songs, guessed riddles, and drew prizes together. It was already early morning after all the fun.

It was not until midnight that Chu Cheng finished strolling around Qingdian Street with the puppet and walked to a quiet path covered with pure moonlight. Chu Cheng wanted to continue walking forward, but was pulled by a force. Chu Cheng turned around and saw the puppet staring at the ground with his head down. He didn't know what he was thinking, with only a small whorl of hair showing.

Chu Cheng didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly. After a while, the puppet raised its head, and the moonlight shone on Chu Cheng's silver hair. Most of the light was blocked behind him, and the shadow that fell completely enveloped the small puppet.

"What's your name?"

Chu Cheng did not answer the question directly. The system didn't say anything at this time, but it didn't mean that he could play freely. After all, this would affect the past and the future. It was not a good choice to expose his name and identity casually. So Chu Cheng chose the roundabout tactics of the Riddler.

"What do you think my name will be?"

Such a nonsensical question made the puppet think seriously. Don't ask how Chu Cheng could see the word "serious" from his cold, puppet-like face.

After a long time, the puppet blinked, and gently grabbed a strand of Chu Cheng's silver hair with his fingers. As if afraid of breaking it, he touched it lightly and quickly let go.

"Lance... There is a lake in the Clapper Basin called Lake Lance. It is silver at night, very beautiful, like your hair."

Chu Cheng was stunned when he heard these two words. He was sure that there was no psychological suggestion when he named this, and it was completely his own will. However, at a certain point in time, someone actually said this name in advance, which is difficult to summarize as a coincidence.

"It's a nice name, you can call me like this."

No one doubted why others called themselves by the name they gave them. The two people called Chu Cheng by the name Lance for no reason. Chu Cheng naturally asked the puppet's name, but there was only silence in response. Chu Cheng did

not ask further, but led the puppet to stroll slowly on the path in the forest.

"Why don't you fly, and let your wings drag on the ground all the time?"

Chu Cheng was talking about the sky-born puppet with wings that had been walking on two feet when they were playing on the long street just now, while other sky-born tourists on the long street chose to fly to avoid the overly crowded ground routes. The doll shook its head, showing no

intention of flapping its wings and flying.

Not letting, not not wanting. The difference of one word, the meaning is very different. Although Chu Cheng does not like to be a teacher, but the atmosphere is here, he has to say some truths. After thinking for a while, Chu Cheng half-closed his eyes and spoke slowly.

"With wings, you can fly whenever you want, just like you can walk whenever you want with legs."

The puppet was pulled by Chu Cheng and forced to move forward. It did not answer Chu Cheng's words, but after a long time, it suddenly said something.

"I want to say I want to next time."

"Then say it."

Chu Cheng stopped, turned his head to look at the chubby little face of the puppet, stretched out his finger and poked his cheek.

"Say what you want to say, do what you want to do, and become what you want to be. Just like the red plum fruit we ate today, is it delicious?" "

Delicious..."

After a few seconds, the puppet added another sentence.

"I'll think about it next time"