In the middle of the night, Lao Du came honestly and unceremoniously as agreed.

In fact, Chen Senran didn't sleep at all. He cared about Evelyn's scent of dead words. Evelyn's feeling should not be wrong, so Carl's previous explanation was to lie, so the credibility of all his words was reduced to the minimum, and his identity and purpose would definitely not be what he said.

A stranger full of lies sleeps next to you, or in a ghostly place like howling swamp, let alone the little loli sleeps beside her. How could Chen Senran dare to really sleep?

After rubbing the somewhat sour temples, Chen Senran slowly stood up and tried not to make any noise to avoid waking up the little Annie who was sleeping soundly.

He slightly tore a gap in the tent, and the cold night wind rushed on Chen Senran's face with a strange aura, making his mind clearer. Fortunately, his Wuji Way had already been cultivated to a small level, which was extremely beneficial for the warming of mental power. Otherwise, he would have to go out to fight wits and courage with a guy who didn't sleep in the middle of the night.

Taking a deep breath of the unpleasant air, Chen Senran gently moved his body and prepared to go out. Just as he was about to get out of the tent, the corner of his clothes was gently pulled.

"Little Sensen..." It was the little loli's voice, very low, very light, and a bit pitiful.

Still woke her up. Chen Senran turned his head helplessly. Little Annie glanced at him, bit her lips and lowered her head, pulling the corner of her clothes but refused to let go.

"I'm afraid..." The little girl shook her arm like a coquettish.

Chen Senran smiled and sighed, touched her little head and said, "Since our Miss Anne said she was afraid, what else can I do? Come..." He opened his arms as he said.

Little Annie's face turned red with a rare blush, but she rushed into Chen Senran's arms without hesitation.

"Little Sensen is the best..." Little Annie said.

Am I the best? Chen Senran picked up the little loli and started walking towards the campfire. The swamp night became colder. He could clearly feel the little Annie trembling slightly and couldn't help but hug her tighter.

Carl had already sat by the bonfire. When he saw Chen Senran holding Little Annie over, he nodded to him very friendly.

Chen Senran also smiled and nodded in response, and sat down opposite him, "Is Mr. Carl sleeping well?" He asked casually. He didn't want to play with this guy yet, because the little girl was really cold.

I need to order wine. Chen Senran picked up a bottle of red wine he had taken on the ground and poured it into a goblet that he had never been passive. It seemed that Lao Du was not interested in red wine. While pouring the wine, such an idea flashed through his mind. Information analysis at any time and anywhere has penetrated into the bones.

"Do you want a glass?" Chen Senran shook the glass and let the fragrance spread and raised it towards Carl.

"I'm sleeping well, much more comfortable than yesterday." Carl still held the book and the staff. He looked at the red wine in Chen Senran's hand and seemed to swallow, "Of course, thank you."

It was a conversation that was completely unnutritious. Chen Senran took a sip of red wine and felt that the taste was just right. A warm current surged from his throat into his body and felt a little more comfortable. Then he put the cup next to the little girl and said, "Come on, be good, drink a little, and drink a little, it won't be cold."

The little girl was probably still a little afraid of Carl, so she showed her head slightly and took a sip of wine and hid her little face in.

Chen Senran touched her head and felt that she was trembling so hard that she started pouring wine for Carl. "Where is Mr. Carl living in Demacia? Is it a villa with a back view?" He continued to talk nonsense that seemed extremely boring, and handed over the red wine.

"Oh, how could I live in the Seaview Villa? That's a privilege that only the great nobles have." Carl put the staff of his right hand horizontally on his knees and took the goblet. His hands were wrapped in a pair of thick gloves. When Chen Senran handed him the wine glass, he felt that his hands... had no weight, like a bone stand.

"Oh, is it? I don't know this. I think all the rich people in Demacia live in a sea view villa." Chen Senran certainly knew this. He made a clear look of Demacia's general customs and class system in his book and some conversations with Lax, but he still made an exaggerated expression of surprise.

This is a test that is both important and serious. Chen Senran didn't want to tear his face and point to the guy in front of him just by saying, "What are you doing?" If Carl is really a master from Demacia, this would be embarrassing."

Carl seemed not to notice Chen Senran's temptation, and took a sip with his goblet, as if he was exclaiming, "The wine from Merlin Winery... so many years..." He coughed halfway and didn't say anything, as if he was saying something was missing.

After so many years... was it intentional? Chen Senran looked at Carl quietly, his hand holding the wine was stiff for a moment, and then he took another sip as he pretended to be relaxed.

"Mr. Carl is amazing. He tasted the origin after just taking a sip. It seems that he is a good player." Chen Senran smiled and did not reveal what he said just now, thinking about what to use to test the next sentence.

In the heavy fog around, a faint sound suddenly sounded.

The voice was very low and hoarse, and the tone was dragged very long, like many dead undead singing together in the thick fog.

A little sad.

The little loli, who was originally a little sleepy, trembled again after being stimulated. Chen Senran couldn't help but frowned and looked at Carl.

Carl was still drinking the red wine slowly, as if he didn't hear the sound. He shook his head slightly and held up the wine glass, as if he was enjoying the singing.

Could this guy start to attack?

Chen Senran looked at the tent and said that Old Du was still sleeping. The quality of sleep was amazing.

The flame power in his body began to surge. Chen Senran stared at Carl, and suddenly looked forward to the next sentence this guy said, "I'm so sorry, you're going to die."

After all, it’s not a good feeling to keep a time bomb around you.

But Carl failed Chen Senran's expectations. He just smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, this is a daily project of Howling Swamp. After midnight, there will be a song of the undead. This is also the origin of its Howling Swamp."

"Is that?" Chen Senran exhaled and patted the little girl in her arms on the back of the spine. "Do you know a lot about howling swamp?" He suddenly remembered what had happened before that the fog had dissipated in an instant. Could this guy be something in the swamp?

"I can't say it very deeply, I just know something special." When I said something special, Carl suddenly lowered his voice, as if telling something peerless secret.

"Do you want to hear it?" he said quietly, and there was an indescribable horror in conjunction with the endless gloomy singing around him.

The fog seemed to be even bigger.

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Chapter completed!