Chapter 367

After listening to the adventure story of the maintenance bug, Serena smacked her lips, a little more than she could say.

"So the bug became a new God? Like the orphans of the stars? Wow, now think about it. The plot of your story is actually an adaptation of various fairy tales. "

Lu Zhengkang argued, "no, I didn't really think about it at that time. Don't force me to match this story with my knowledge. That would be too coincidental."

After they argued for a while, Serena yawned suddenly. She said that she was a little sleepy. As she spoke, she stepped on the table and floated like catkins rolled up by the breeze. She flew over Lu Zhengkang's head and threw herself on the bed with a skillful posture. Serena rolled up the bed, squinted and said, "ah, I'm asleep. Good night, baby."

Lu Zhengkang is a little bored. In his eleven tone copper umbrella, there is a soft and cool piano song opus 37, which has accompanied him to sleep for countless nights. Lu Zhengkang blows out the horn lamp on the table, and the room is surrounded by warm darkness. Serena sighs like a cat full of food and comfort. She tries to wrap the quilt tightly, with a shimmering light on her face, just like sekunda's eternal gaze.

Lu Zhengkang came to the bedside and whispered in serana's ear, "I'll go out and have a look. The umbrella is here. You can sleep well, eh?"

"Well, I know the truth..." Serena pretended to be cute and suddenly opened her eyes. Her bright eyes made Lu Zhengkang shake the God. The vampire held out her hand and grabbed the troll's nose. "When you see those beautiful girls, remember to think of me in your heart! Well

"Of course, of course, go to sleep," Lu Zhengkang replied

Serena took back her fingers and closed her eyes. Lu Zhengkang gently stroked her chest. Her heart was beating fast. This kind of feeling

The snowy railway station embraces his girl from behind. Lu Zhengkang turns around. The girl's face seems to be covered with mist. If you look at it carefully, it's serana's face.

"I'll think of you for sure."

When Lu Zhengkang went out, their room was on the second floor. As soon as he got out of the sound insulation field, the laughter downstairs almost knocked him over.

A Brighton minstrel is playing the piano and singing. The guests are clapping and beating the beat for him. The hula of cupping is like a rapidly spinning die. The strong smell of wine and food is scalded by the blazing fire in the fire pool, filling every tiny crack in the tavern. In the golden fire, Nord's hair was shining, the skin of high elves and wood elves was shining, the scales of Yalong people were shining, the eyes of Brighton people were shining, the scalp of orcs was shining, the tigers were like a comfortable hair ball in the sunlight, but the red guards and dark elves played the role of shadow. If they were not dressed, maybe people would not find Zhou There are them in the enclosure.

Lu Zhengkang went through the crowd and said hello to the enthusiastic boss. Then he pushed the door and walked to the street in the snowy night.

The moonlight is bright. The guards patrol the streets with torches, just like snakes. Young people will hang out with candlelight on such a night. The crowd on the other side of the golden tree is denser, and a man can be heard preaching loudly in the distance.

"Oh! The great Ishmael, the northern dragon, we honor your holy name and call you the Holy Spirit, the great Talos... "

Lu Zhengkang was attracted by the high and passionate voice. Beside the golden tree, there was a 26 foot tall bronze statue of Talos. The God of war, with his sword and giant snake, looked down on the world. He was dignified. A man in a brown priest's robe raised his arms to embrace the sky and uttered high-intensity praise.

Lu Zhengkang stood behind the priest and watched for a while. The statue of Talos in the moonlight was more different than that in the daytime. The mottled rust was like the moss of history. It was full of cracks in the armor, as if there were strong vitality shuttling through the statue.

The priest who is praising God's grace, his heart is surging, resonating with the statue, just like a drum, which makes the spectators feel the tremor of heart.

A young man's voice came from Lu Zhengkang. "This man is very interesting." I speak Nordic with a good accent.

Lu Zhengkang was surprised. He didn't notice the comer, but turned to see a black sandalwood warrior who was almost as tall as the troll.

"Who are you, please?"

Black sandalwood Soldier: "I am a person who pursues challenges. I think you are very good. I hope you can have a duel with me. You know, one stands and the other lies down. How about it?"

When he spoke, he had a steady breath, simple and straightforward wording, and that sense of self-confidence came from his face. He was wearing thick black sandalwood armour, and his figure was too tall. It gave people the feeling that he was like Chongshan iron wall, and he had the style of an expert, which made Lu Zhengkang feel very good.

"It can't be better. You can decide the time and place." Trolls grin, white teeth reflect moonlight, like a cold blade against the throat, shudder.

"Three days later, when cequenda rose from the peak of hosca, I was waiting for you in the shady basin outside the city." With that, the ebony soldier turned and left. His tall figure disappeared into the crowd carrying the lamp in the night, just like a dark cloud flying into the shadow of the Milky way.Lu Zhengkang took a deep breath, clenched his fist, then let go, and then clenched his fist.

That person is different.

is as like as two peas, who are not so often seen as Boye Sia, but he is too superior to be able to get through the world. He looks back on the statue of the deer.

"Who are you, brother umuko?" Lu Zhengkang whispered, he knew that the ebony warrior, in the game, the role rose to level 80 may meet him, and then will be challenged.

It will be a hard fight.

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Jonas has found that his friends are nervous recently.

One by one, they either bow to peep around, or they laugh strangely from time to time, and there are also those who are bitter and bitter. Although everyone is not normal at ordinary times, it is very common for a scholar who studies magic to be influenced by wonderful forces, but it is very strange for a group of people to be so concentrated that there is an abnormality.

He went to find falauda's tutor to reflect the situation. However, the High Elf Female mage said that everything was normal, and told him to concentrate on the profound elements.

When it comes to the way of elements, Jonas is very angry. In the past two days, he has been studying the words in the book crazily, but he has no clue. He goes to the orc master of the library for advice, but he is also ridiculed by this guy mercilessly.

"Ha ha ha, you are so stupid. I've never seen an apprentice with such poor understanding! Other people are like you who go into the treasure mountain and get nothing.... "

Jonas frowned. "Others? A lot? "

"Of course, there are one or two every year. The power of the elements not only looks with eyes, but also listens with ears!"

Jonas recalled the note in the dictionary - "it's just a joke of the bad teachers.".

Teacher farauda's gentle and encouraging eyes are still fresh in my memory. The boy shakes his head. How could it be a joke of the teachers? This is a test. It seems that I need to redouble my efforts!