The night was slightly bright, and a few flying insects were spinning between the branches and leaves, flashing with distant fluorescence, looking like stars.

There was silence under the sycamore, and the wind brought a tide sound from afar. The ancient ocean was swelling, and it was walking like a silent giant, in the mist that no one could see through beyond the end.

Wherever the pace goes, where does the sea roar also arrive, is it also looking for a way home? Do you understand that tears and sea water are equally fishy and salty? Just like the stubborn girl who has nowhere to go

Same.

"That's all I want to say."

Xino suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

Linger couldn't help but think, is this a kind of reconciliation? He originally thought that after experiencing that incident, an insurmountable gap had quietly broken open between Shino and the team, and he thought countless times about how he should do it.

Regaining her trust. This is indeed the most troublesome thing to him besides Alice. But unexpectedly, the person involved helped him solve this problem in the end. Although it sounds a bit ashamed, it does make the young man relaxed

One breath.

At least, one less of the things that had pushed him to breathe. Since arriving in the East Continent, or rather, since having memory, Ringer has never been so tired, and the experience of this period has brought him

The pressure may be second only to Mr. Yang Ke's death. Mettyn ​​was not yet sensible and was tired of dealing with church affairs. He didn't even have time to sleep anymore, because Ovela's condition was once serious.

It was so difficult to feel at ease without him by his side, but the young man was sure that it was not a curse factor, but her heart disease.

if--

Lingge couldn't help thinking that if he could solve everything smoothly, he would soon become relaxed, and Yunjing Kongdao would definitely return to his former appearance.

He showed a somewhat reassuring smile, as if he was happy that the two had finally reached a settlement.

Shino stared at his smile for a while, and suddenly said, "But, I just understood your approach and your difficulties. It doesn't mean I want to take back that comment."

Lingge was slightly stunned: "You mean..."

"Well, I still think you are weak, Linger, although the weakness here is not the same as the weakness before. This is sometimes a good thing, it allows us to see the soft side of your life, and everyone will

On that side, Linger, just like a hedgehog, will have a soft belly, rather than a needle-filled body. But sometimes it becomes a bad thing, for example, now, Linger, you think you are

With this weak attitude, will she listen to you?"

The girl knight's eyes were sharp and decisive, as if he had seen through the young man's heart, or even his essence: he was not an impeccable shield, but a stubborn hedgehog. In the dark, this was with Yang

Mr. Ke's evaluation of him matches it.

The young man subconsciously avoided her gaze, but suddenly realized that the words of doing so undoubtedly confirmed Shino's words, so he turned his gaze back stiffly. This scene made Shino laugh, and smiled helplessly.

Surprisingly, she actually remembered her little knight leader in her hometown of Regram, Kuroai. Every time she makes a mistake but makes a quibble, she also reacts the same way.

I used to think you were very mature, but now I realize that you have a childish side, Linger.

It is said that Kuroai once invited Ringer to join her Saint Guard. He was probably not only interested in the intelligence and planning of young people, but also in some aspects he also appreciated each other.

And every time Kuroai is stubborn about him, what does he do?

Shino recalled a little, then walked forward two steps and opened his arms to the young man. Linger was stunned. Before he could react, what this meant, the girl had already gently hugged him and reached out her hand

He patted his back, just like comforting a quarrel child. This distance is undoubtedly the most appropriate. It does not have too intimate physical contact, nor does it seem like a distant etiquette, as the first of young people

It feels like the hug between relatives, the hug between friends, or the hug between companions, is probably the distance.

But even so, Linge could still smell the faint fragrance that drifted from his long snow-white hair, the faint faint fragrance under the sycamore tree, the fallen leaves and agarwood silted on the ground, and the roof of the fairy sleeping hotel

The fragrance of the blooming grass leaves mixed together became a more comfortable, warmer and more reassuring fragrance that lingers around the young man's nose. He suddenly thought that although he had gone to the Grindelwald,

But it happened to be the season when the white thorn flowers bloomed, and I couldn't see the white little flower symbolized by nobility and justice.

But perhaps, this is the fragrance of white thorn flowers? It is fresh, natural, and full of power.

It did not wither, nor was it far away, and it bloomed quietly between the girl's hair. Because the knight was about to leave his hometown, the seeds of the flowers also came, taking root and sprouting with her beliefs and ideals as the soil

.Grindelwald has been passed down from generation to generation: How can the best knight without the most loyal followers?

"Ringer."

This was a pure hug between friends, so Shino was not shy about it. She looked straight into the golden eyes. Since she was about the same height as a young man, she spoke with her voice and breath.

I blew away my ears and felt a faint tickling feeling, just like I was scratched by the grass leaves on the roadside in spring: "I joined you very late, I didn't know you were in other places.

What kind of image do people always have in their minds? Maybe they are very calm, indifferent, or very rational? But that is all the impressions of others about you, and what about you? What do you want to be

What do you want to live for? Do you care about the so-called distance?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Put off the weak thorns on your body."

She said softly, gentlely, as if a friend had made a sincere suggestion: "Be stronger, Linger."

Before the young man could react, the warm touch from behind was gradually withdrawn. Xino withdrew his hand, smiled and hit his shoulder, pretending to be free and easy, "Okay, let's say this all the extra words,

No matter how much I say, I suspect I am taking philosophy classes. No one likes to listen to those obscure theories. They prefer to think in action, and I hope you are the same."

After saying that, she turned around and walked out, but instead of returning to the hotel, she walked towards the stable. She turned her back to the young man, and raised her hand and waved: "I'll take Brandy to train, I wish you good luck, Lin

grid."

What was going on? She didn't say it, and Linge didn't ask, but both of them knew it well.

The young man felt the fragrance of the white thorn flowers lingering on the tip of his nose slowly fading away, floating away in a corner of the ancient ocean with the wind. The scattered leaves are like jellyfish, turning leisurely, floating up from time to time, but more

Most of them fell, standing under the tree and looking up, like millions of emerald green, fiery red and withered yellow butterflies dancing gracefully, forming a tide. A butterfly floated to his eyes, blocking his sight.

When its journey reached the end and quietly merged into the soft carpet under its feet, the young man had lost the trace of the girl in his sight.

She came decisively and walked very casually, just as the white thorn flowers only bloomed in midsummer and withered in late summer.

All that was left to Ringer was a complicated and confused thought.

He stared at the direction where Xino left. Somehow, suddenly he had some kind of trouble that he had never felt in that gray youth, but his throbbing heart would soon cool down.

Who sees through it, and who is comforted by it? Will the emotions that have not been obtained from Mr. Yang Ke in the end be obtained from others? Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but sigh with melancholy, and the sigh echoed

In the distant wind that seemed to be there and there was nothing: "Since it's training..."

"At least you have to wear armor."

...

A minute later, Linger reappeared at the stairs, and at this time, the hotel lobby was empty, and the clean-cleaned dining table was quietly in the center of the hall, and even Mr. Rabbit and the magical plants were missing.

A chandelier was shining with a lonely light. It seemed that everyone knew that something serious would happen here next, so they deliberately made room for him.

But to be honest, Linger hoped that they were still here at this time. He was unwilling to admit it, but one fact that he would get a long-lost sense of security from it. For young people, this is not a sudden

What you gain is essentially lost and regained.

He walked past the living room that had never been so quiet, stepped on the old wooden stairs to the second floor, came to Alice's room, hesitated a little when he raised his hand, but soon he became firm and knocked gently

After the door was closed, there was an empty echo in the long corridor.

There was no response, as if the person in the room was sleeping soundly.

Linger was not surprised by this. He knocked on the door again after ten breaths and repeated the action twice. No one responded to the three knocks, so he stopped following the process, but said directly

He said, "Alice, I'm in."

Then he pushed the door open and entered.

The door is not locked.

But the room was very dark. Not only was there no lights, but the curtains were pulled up. The darkness flowed out from the corners and the cracks, unscrupulously occupying every inch of the old floor and every ancient wall tiles in the room.

It was dyed into the same color. Only in the innermost corner of the room was a little light flowing out. It was dark blue, coldly like a moonlight, hitting the girl's pale face.

In just half a month, the genius player became haggard and out of shape. Her golden hair lost its brilliance and brightness and became dry and rough; a pair of ruby-like eyes, the flames in it had been extinguished, and were dim

Like an ember that can never be rekindled; she pursed her lips tightly, and did not express any dissatisfaction or anger to the uninvited person, and took silence as her attitude, because she had not entered the water for a long time

Her lips had long been cracked, as if the dry earth was lacking in moisturizing.

There was still a large circle of debris scattered around her, part of which was books, ink, pens and even needles and threads, and most were various tools, which were specially made by Rolena, from common hammers

, wrench, screwdriver, ruler, triangle ruler, etc., to the uncommon vernier calipers, tweezers, hand hammers, even glue and tape, completely occupy the space around you, leaving others unable to settle down. There are obvious traces of use on these tools

, but obviously they did not play their due role, so they were quickly abandoned by their owners and randomly discarded aside. Some even hit the floor and walls, leaving pits and bumps on them.

When he realized that all tools were not suitable for his ongoing career, this irritable and impulsive master chose the most simple and most useful tools since the birth of human beings to replace their role, that is his own

Hands.

The genius player is picking up small silver-white cubes from the ground one by one and trying to piece them into a standard cube model. If you have a deep enough contact with her, you will be rigorous from the texture, color and interior of these small cubes.

In the fine structure, you feel a familiar impression. Then, when your eyes swept over the cassette box on the right hand of the genius player and those cassettes that were once regarded as treasures by her but now ignored them so much that they scattered all over the floor, you

I suddenly realized and realized: It turned out that it was Alice's game console.

Its full name is: Super Level Player gaming console, referred to as SLP gaming console for short.

The next-generation game console developed by Game Instruction Company and launched for her hard work "Alice Game". The one in Alice's hand is even a limited edition. She won the lottery and is unique in the world - of course it is unique.

, because it is essentially the manifestation of fantasy royal power, the manifestation of the law, which is the so-called holiness of the royal power.

Before Alice knew her true identity, she had always used the power of using the fantasy king through this game console and card. Because of her own understanding, this power was specifically manifested in the form of the game.

Will's role-playing game, to Rostin's horizontal level-breaking game; from Avion's air battle racing game, to Sad Rain Harbor's stealth assassination game... Even though there have been thrilling moments, relying on it

With strength, the group can always die and survive. It can be said that without this game console, the journey would never have been so smooth.

But it broke.

Just as the girl disappeared, there was a click, crisp and harsh.
Chapter completed!