They walked slowly towards that being. They knew clearly that the other person was like a magic pattern painting, but they felt an invisible pressure rushing towards them. This made Dongfang Pei couldn't help complaining: "Hey, Qinglang, the whole

The square is empty, why don’t you bring some people out to add some liveliness?”

Feng Qinglang said: "I don't want to waste my mental energy. Old guy, you are a peerless strong man after all. How come your momentum is obviously inferior? In the eyes of the world, you all carry the title of sage..."

Dongfang Pei was obviously not ashamed and said calmly: "He is in the completion tense and I am in the ongoing tense. Of course there is still a slight gap in the realm."

The two parties used each other's teasing words to resolve the looming pressure, and once again came in front of "De Allen", from the face to the clothes to the silver-gray scale, everything was small and small.

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Feng Qinglang didn't know whether he was talking to himself or introducing it to Dongfang Pei, and said softly: "This suit is a very ordinary Storm Hunter mercenary uniform. Although the workmanship is rough, it is completely unique to the Storm Mountain Range a thousand years ago...

Dongfang Peidao: "Then it means that the person who arranged this spiritual mark is very familiar with that era or has done research on it."

Feng Qinglang's little finger trembled slightly. There was a big difference between the former and the latter. The latter was the third possibility mentioned by Dongfang Pei. If it was the former, the second possibility would be included in it.

He boldly reached out his hand and slowly reached towards De Allen's shoulder.

I thought that maybe it was like penetrating through the three-dimensional magic pattern painting, passing through the opponent's body, or maybe it was like touching a wax figure. I thought I was supposed to touch real flesh, but it was a strange touch.

However, when his hand fell a few centimeters in front of De Allen, it was as if he encountered an invisible barrier. No matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to push forward at all. The touch was like touching cold metal, on his own body.

In the world of illusion, theoretically, one's strength would be infinite, but in the small area of ​​De'Allen, even the most basic rules of illusion cannot be established.

Seeing Feng Qinglang's expression was different, Dongfang Pei realized that the most peculiar mental mutation had occurred. He took a deep breath and reached out his hand to touch the silver-gray scale. This legendary undead artifact

, he was very interested in playing with it and seeing it in his hands. He heard that it would mutate into different forms in different environments and in the hands of different people. I wonder what it would look like in his own hands?

However, that invisible barrier did not disappear just because he was a sage in the world. It still stubbornly guarded De Allen a few centimeters away.

He could only say in a deep voice: "Let's try somewhere else."

So, the two of them carefully touched De Allen's head from head to toe, not even sparing the back next to the base. Unfortunately, the invisible barrier was just a few blocks away.

It's so small that they have no way to start.

When the two looked at each other, they could see the dejection in each other's eyes.

Dongfang Pei suddenly smiled and said: "I have grown so big, but I still focus so much on touching a man."

Feng Qinglang was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing and replied: "Me too, and what's even more rare is that I touched it with another bad old man."

The two laughed nervously for a while, somewhat enjoying themselves, but they didn't know what their mentality was. From time to time, they would look at De Allen's expression. After all, the other party was too "lively". If he suddenly followed suit, haha

Laughing, they also have to be mentally prepared.

However, De Allen still stared ahead, with a little melancholy in his concentration, turning a blind eye to them.

Dongfang Peihuan looked around and found that there was indeed nothing missing, so he sighed: "Let's go out first."

"Um……"

The newly added firewood in the fireplace made a crackling sound, bringing a new flow of warmth to the room. Dongfang Pei looked at Feng Qinglang's frown and smiled: "Don't think about things that you can't figure out at the moment.

Maybe after a while, it will suddenly become clearer... Didn't you see that the waiter who just came in to add firewood looked a little weird at us? Maybe you thought I was bullying you."

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but let out a "poof" and said: "Okay, in order to avoid suspicion, I will stay soon

Just as he was about to stand up, he asked Dongfang Pei to press him down again and said: "You are in this state. It is not suitable to be alone. Otherwise, let's keep drinking. By the way, I have told you why I left the library that year."

Something?"

Feng Qinglang took the liquor from Dongfang Pei and said in surprise: "Didn't you say that you suddenly had an epiphany and then worked hard to become a librarian?"

Dongfang Pei laughed and said: "That's nonsense. I'm lying to you. In fact, I fell in love with a girl at that time..."

"Oh, it's really rare that I can hear the word love from your mouth." Feng Qinglang answered vaguely while pouring wine into her mouth.

Dongfang Peidao said: "At that time, I was still very young and had no ambitions. I hid in the library all day and fooled around. I thought my life would pass by in such a muddle. But philosophers often say, 'When a certain day comes,

Yes? Yes, I think my day has come."

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but cheer up a little, and was temporarily freed from the gray. The Dongfang family rose rapidly in two hundred years, just because they had Dongfang Pei. So how did Dongfang Pei rise? About the story of Dongfang Pei,

There are thousands of folk versions of St. Mark, all of which are extremely soul-stirring, and most of them have nothing to do with youth.

Dongfang Pei saw Feng Qinglang's spirit raised, a smile flashed across his eyebrows, and he said: "A girl suddenly walked into my world. I know this is a cliché, but first love is always cliché, just like a toddler learning

A baby who walks like a baby always falls down at first... She is as beautiful as the legendary goddess.

The Chinese girl always likes to wear a sky blue skirt with dark flowers, her steps are always so elegant, and she walks indifferently through the jungle of bookshelves, always alone. That was the first real love in my life, and every time

When she comes to borrow books, I always like to peek at her, and then I feel like I have seen the whole world..."

He slowly took a sip of wine, tenderness floated in his eyes, and said with a smile: "At that time, I was like an ordinary young boy, I loved to guess how she felt about me from her eyebrows. I was in front of the counter, checking in

After borrowing books, she always likes to say thank you to me... So, I think she should also be very interested in me... Hey, can you stop smiling so superficially?"

"Well, anyway, I started to think about how to date her, and even after learning the opening line, can we go to Pirie Street for a cup of coffee?, I practiced it many times in front of the mirror."

"That day was the weekend. I heard that there would be fireworks at night on Pirie Street. Hey, coffee, dinner, fireworks, date. Look at these phrases. What a romantic combination. I think that's the best time. It's God's fault if you miss it.
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