Chapter 146 Western Fantasy 11 Beautiful, but strange.
He did not avoid the probing gaze, but fixed it on Jon with a direct gaze, until Lu Huai inexplicably turned his attention back to Jon who was studying the secret book, and treated it as an illusion.
"Did you not get enough rest? Are you hallucinating?"
Lu Huai carefully looked around the room. Jon finally found an opportunity to use his obvious out-of-touch appearance. He tickled him until Lu Huai kicked and thrashed him to death, then ran away with a giggle.
"You! Stop it!" Lu Huai begged for mercy, but the other party just wouldn't listen.
He looked like a smug villain, and even Lu Huai's legs were weak and he couldn't stand steadily, and he was chased by him to the edge of the collapse.
"Hiss, the morals of the world are going downhill, the morals of the world are going downhill." The world consciousness watched the show with a "tsk tsk tsk tsk" sound.
Lance originally stopped wanting to watch as soon as he saw the two of them interacting.
But for some reason, I just let my eyes stay there, and I also wondered if this boredom had gone too far, and now I was having a bit of a bad taste.
In fact, things going against the norm are not a good thing, and He Himself knows that.
Just like the infection of one's own divine nature, it generally represents the occurrence of changes, and as we all know, changes can be prosperous or deteriorating.
But it is undeniable that even though he has witnessed the vicissitudes of life, created and seen countless creatures with his own hands, he is still... a very gentle young man.
The mirror created out of thin air by the world consciousness reflected every detail clearly, although the environment where the two "Chosen Ones" were in did not look very good. They were using old-fashioned kerosene lamps that were not engraved with control magic, and the lighting was not very good.
But it was enough for Lance to see the other person clearly.
The black-haired boy did not look well-nourished. At a glance, he was almost thinner than the blond young man next to him.
The baby fat on the cheeks that made people question whether it once existed has faded, but the jaw has a smooth curve that does not appear sharp, and the line eventually converges at the chin.
His face was very white, but the pale color lacking in blood. The thin parts of his skin allowed one to see through the delicate vitreous tissue inside. However, in the dim light, his lips were a bright crimson, presenting a temptation that made one fantasize.
When being pressed and teased by the blonde elf, her cheeks finally turned a light red due to the rapid rush of blood, as if she had drunk some wine, which was particularly fascinating.
The rubber band had been compressed and loosened, losing its function. Her long black hair swayed like seaweed, clinging to her almost transparent skin, exuding a cold and ambiguous air.
Under the extreme contrast, one wonders whether the breath exhaled from the slightly open red lips is as sweet as imagined.
Perhaps because he is still young and has not fully developed his facial features, he still has a sense of immaturity and awkwardness, and at first glance he is not unforgettable.
Except for the brightest one, those clear black eyes.
The fluttering, delicate eyelids and long lashes are its most captivating companions. While the stunning effect may not be the greatest, closing one's eyes brings to mind the silvery glow of the moon, drawn by the tides.
"He is a strange human being with beautiful appearance." Lance made an evaluation in his mind.
Such beauty that even the gods stayed for him.
But as a being who prioritizes order, Lance generally only gives the most objective evaluation.
The word "strange" does have some basis in reason.
With the divine power in his body, he could spot two doubts at a glance.
First, judging by the energy fluctuations of the black-haired human, this person couldn't even reach the threshold of magic, and his talent wasn't necessarily extraordinary, so how could he have such keen insight?
Second, such talent was reflected in the elemental mirror, making it difficult to distinguish his weight from that of the blond elf.
Especially the golden-haired elf next to him, whose aura of light was already strong to a certain extent but he was still unaware of it, made it stand out particularly.
"Yilan, you see, this old fellow, the Light Elemental, is still the same stubborn character. He favors young people with good looks and outstanding talents. This time, this elf has a good physique, and his eyebrows and eyes are even more handsome than his father's."
"Yeah, he also likes to interact with his friends. He should have a good personality. Coming here to keep us company can also bring some laughter."
The world consciousness gave a satisfactory evaluation. Although no entity was condensed, Lance could imagine the image of an old man with a ruddy complexion and stroking his white beard.
This old guy just loves to nag. The more you pay attention to him, the more energetic he becomes. He also calls him "Ilan" all day long, using this name he gave him but which he himself does not recognize, in the name of getting closer to him.
So Lance, who knew his nature well, was too lazy to spend energy to respond to him, even though the other party could be considered his friend.
As expected, the voice began to sigh: "Hey, Yilan, why are you so indifferent? Weren't we watching it happily just now?"
But thinking that his last sentence had exposed his intention of still wanting Lance to find an agent, the world consciousness felt that the rebellious mentality of the God of Light was probably aroused again, so he shut up obediently.
Therefore, he did not continue and tried to find a new topic because he was bored.
After all, little Yilan was the god he watched grow up, and he was also the foundation of this continent. The world consciousness looked at him with a kind feeling as if he were raising a son.
Although this is actually a last resort, little Yilan has such a perfect appearance and seems noble and cool to outsiders, but her nature is still very imperfect, and chatting with her may not be very pleasant.
But He was the only one willing to talk to him. He was not included in the inherited memories of other people. Once they knew that talking to him would shorten their lifespan, they stayed away from him.
Lance's lifespan is almost eternal, and he doesn't care about interfering with these causes and effects. That's enough.
"Hey, why doesn't the little mirror just reflect him? Why is it wandering back and forth between him and this black-haired kid?"
Logically speaking, since he set the master of the Mirror of Elements to the light element, the other party should look for the Holy Spirit of the Lower Realm according to the standard of looking for a master other than Lance. In any case, there would be no situation where the other party wants two masters.
But he wasn't stupid. Seeing Lance looking like he'd already understood everything, while he was still on the stairs below, he suddenly realized, "This is a bit strange. This kid is also very pleasing to the eye, but his characteristics are not that prominent."
"No matter how you put it, it's Sai... ahem, the one that a certain god likes."
Although he didn't say his full name, Lance couldn't help but hear it, and his expression suddenly turned gloomy.
"Don't mention him in front of me."
"Okay, okay, it's my fault, it's my fault."
"I suddenly remembered that there is still a task that has not been completed. The Lord of the Netherworld seems to be changing now. I need to see if a new god can be born."
The world consciousness quickly slid to its knees and found an excuse to escape. As it slipped away, it even closed the mirror to prevent Lance from thinking of Cyno again.
Sneaking into the Chaos Tiger, he suddenly thought of the young man with black hair and black eyes. He felt that the other party might be hated by the God of Light because of what he said, and suddenly he felt a little guilty.
Before going to sleep, I sighed:
"It is the most difficult thing to mention a sin."
"Don't blame me, kid."
But I didn't expect that after he left.
Lance stood alone by the pool, dazed, not knowing what he was thinking about. He felt a little lost when he left.
It's so rare to see that I have to laugh at it for a long time.
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"Let's go, Lu."
After Jon activated his storage skill, he quickly packed up all the luggage for walking around the room and moved them into the corner in piles.
The work was obviously done at this moment. After checking around two or three times, he turned around and said to Lu Huai.
"good!"
Lu Huai agreed immediately.
In fact, he still had some doubts in his heart about the vague feeling of being peeped that day. He asked Seno about this, but the other party told him firmly that it was just an illusion. Even though Lu Huai looked at the expression of the Lord of Darkness that did not match his words, he felt that things were not that simple.
But it was time to set off, so he naturally wouldn't still be thinking about this matter and stubbornly refuse to let go.
But when he was about to stand up after putting on his bag, the elf pressed him down on the chair and transferred the bag to his legs.
Jon poured two more cups of tea for him and himself, and sighed, "Drink more. I don't think we'll be able to drink tea like this again in the future."
Then he stared at his friend with sparkling eyes.
Lu Huai reluctantly drank a cup with him and put the tea into his mouth.
The clear liquid moistened his rosy lips, making him look satisfied and charming.
Jon rubbed his lower lip uncomfortably with the pad of his finger.
Lu Huai looked around, and some of the things that happened here came to his mind, and he couldn't help feeling sad.
"Indeed, I've been living here for so long that I've developed some attachment to it. I'm still a little uncomfortable leaving."
"But think about it, we'll have a chance to come here again in the future. There'll be plenty of time to shop around and plenty of tea to drink."
"Lu, by then we should all be what we want to be. Let's go to Yatuo together and earn some more money. That way, we can live well when we come back, and buy whatever we want..."
Jon was intrigued and talked a lot.
Lu Huai also laughed at him: "Do you really want to stay here? That's the royal city, we might want to go shopping there."
"Ah, you're right."
"It's okay! When the time comes, we'll just treat it as a trip, and then we'll find a place with beautiful scenery to settle down.
I'm telling you, I heard the scenery is amazing, it's a great place to live, and prices aren't too high. A magic scroll costs only 200 banu, unlike here, where it's often over 350."
Jon excitedly outlined the blueprint for the future, and every word seemed to include Lu Huai in the plan.
Everything is on the right track now, and life is visibly getting better.
Jon's desire to go home didn't seem as strong as it was at the beginning, and he could face the gray logout button calmly.
He also seemed to want to see whether he could really leave a distinct mark in the continental biography of "Milton: The Bloody Contract" in the future.
But as the "princess" that the knight wanted to protect, Lu Huai was obviously not so deeply involved.
Lu Huai is a rational person and knows that all gifts from fate have a price tag.
So he and his friend would eventually go down two completely opposite paths. So many beautiful expectations were destined not to have a good ending.
Especially after taking a big step forward according to Seno's idea, this grief with a predetermined ending, which could be hidden in the heart before, can no longer be avoided no matter what.
Fate plays tricks on us, but it is also our own choice to be played by it.
Although it was painful, he had the illusion that his friends were not his friends and that his only future friend would leave him.
Lu Huai couldn't help but wonder whether being born into the demon clan would bring misfortune, which led to him being unable to keep anyone by his side in the end.
So at this moment, Jon's expression, which was clear-headed and full of expectations, was like a blunt knife sharpening him.
Lu Huai swallowed his thoughts and flipped through the map. The sound of the pages turning in the air was very obvious to the ears of the two people who had practiced introductory techniques.
He interrupted Jon's fantasy with a calm tone: "Joe, we are quite close to Atuo City. Can we get there in three or four days?"
"Well, if we take a tighter break in between, two and a half days might be enough, but it would be a bit tiring."
The elf seemed to notice that his spirits were not so high, and the tone of his voice became pitifully weak.
Lu Huai couldn't bear to see him being affected by himself, so he gently took his arm.
"It's okay, we're not in a hurry. Just give it two days to prepare for registration."
"Jo, I remember you haven't said good-bye to Aunt Red, Mrs. Lister, and the others yet."
Jon had been busy these days taking advantage of the remaining low-level tasks in the city, and he hadn't really paid attention to these interpersonal issues. In addition, he felt a little awkward since he realized Lu Huai's feelings, and he rarely had such intimate contact with him, especially when the other party took the initiative.
"Yes, thanks for reminding me. I almost forgot."
His heart softened at this moment, and he twisted his body uncomfortably. His other hand groped furtively under his body, and finally, he put his hand on Lu Huai's thigh in a pretentious manner.
That place was not as skin-to-bone as expected, but rather plump and smooth, with just enough flesh to give it a soft and elastic touch.
If you press down or clamp it, the sensation may become even more offensive.
The blonde elf's ears blushed uncontrollably, as if she had thought of some details that she had never noticed in her daily life.
Sometimes at night… He had fantasized about doing this, but he never expected that he would be blessed to realize it now.
Lu Huai was unaware of this, but thought that he was sad and wanted to get support. He placed his right hand on Qiao En's hand on his leg, with his palm touching the back of his hand, which was relatively rare, with the upper part slightly cool and the lower part warm.
The drooping hair had not yet been dealt with, and was loosely woven around the ears and on the slender and graceful shoulders and neck.
For some reason, the hot-blooded Jon thought of a word - the feeling of being a wife.
At that moment, Jon really felt that his life was worth it and that he had made the right choice to change his career.
There is no one in this world who is more delicate and beautiful than Lu Huai, and such a pearl was fortunately encountered and caught by me, a reckless person who just came to this world. Who wouldn't be jealous?
It’s a pity that I can’t log back to the original world, otherwise I would have to show off on the forum.
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The author has something to say: Small theater:
Huai Huai: My brother is sad and needs comfort. (Behind: Damn it, how could I have dragged my emotions into him? I feel guilty)
Joe: Crab Brother. (From behind: His hands are so soft, his thighs are so smooth)
Jiang Jiang: (Old man’s cell phone on the subway)
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