Even breathing sounds came from around, but Mo Xiaoyao couldn't fall asleep at all, but considering that everyone was laying on the floor, she didn't turn over a lot, and just lay there quietly, thinking about it with her eyes closed. However, I always feel that my mind is chaotic, and I can't figure out a clue for a while.
Now it seems that everything is clear, but in fact it is still wrapped in a layer of gauze, and nothing can be seen clearly. The system gave them a task, pushed them forward step by step, and seemed to give them a direction, but is this direction necessarily the direction they want
Even if the system is just like the Dao of Heaven, it is high above and will not help anyone rationally, but after all, there is still such a thing as luck, and it will always succeed when you encounter a powerful person who wants to calculate. I just don't know if the system of this world will be calculated by humans.
The more Mo Xiaoyao thought about the possibility, the more he couldn't sleep, and then suddenly felt a pair of cold hands on his forehead, lying down and looking up, it was Fang Qiqi who was kneeling beside her head on, looking at her with a smile.
Moving to Meng Danqiu's side, Mo Xiaoyao made room for Fang Qiqi between himself and Yu Bing, and patted her lightly, motioning her to lie down as before.
Sure enough, Fang Qiqi lay down and touched Mo Xiaoyao's head, so that even if they didn't speak, the two could communicate through their thoughts.
"Xiao Yao, are you worried?"
"Yeah, I'm very scared. I'm afraid that if I choose the wrong path, I'll kill everyone and you won't be able to resurrect."
"Hee hee, Xiao Yao, you are still kind."
"No. My heart has hardened a lot, like a rock."
"That's right, don't think so much, just do what you want, even if you really fail, I will always be by your side."
"Okay, then we'll be together again."
Looking at each other and smiling, Mo Xiaoyao closed her eyes, and Fang Qiqi's hand caressed her cheek weakly, then she sat up suddenly, and made a gesture to Jiang Yan, who was on duty at the nightclub, looking this way. The grimace that can't be seen.
The next day, the sleeping person was awakened by a strange and long sound of a horn, and then there was a sound on the stairs. The clown and his wife changed out of their pajamas and walked down wearing clothes that were obviously going out.
"Let's go, I'll take you to the Artisan Association."
The clown didn't intend to keep these people at home for dinner. His meager salary simply couldn't support so many people. This is also a part of his dissatisfaction after solidification. It is clear that the fun of currency in the past is far greater than practicality, and no one cares too much. Money—except for the purple gold coin of the Lord of Hell, which symbolizes honor.
But now, the nature is completely reversed, no matter what you want to do, you can't do without money, and the form you thought was fun and solidified at the beginning, you can't make much money at all!
"If you can help us prepare some breakfast, we can pay for it." Mo Xiaoyao took out some common coins left over from the previous dungeon from her pocket, and she felt more and more that the so-called illusion at that time was actually another kind of reality. "It's fine if you're full, don't pick the taste."
If you have money, everything will be easy.
Before the clown said anything, his wife quickly took the common currency Mo Xiaoyao handed over, glanced at the face value and thickness, and asked them to sit down for a while with a smile on her face.
"I'm going to prepare something for you. It's all simple and light food, but I'm absolutely full."
The fat woman happily went to the restaurant, apparently ready to go, but the clown didn't follow, but leaned against the edge of the stairs, talking about the action plan to wait for a while.
"Mr. A's circus is invited to the carnival, and I have to report—I'll take you to the three-way intersection later, and then you'll have to go on your own."
"Can you draw a map for us?" Meng Danqiu took out a pen and paper from his carry-on bag, "An easy one will do."
"I won't." The clown refused cleanly, "We didn't use maps before, but now the system automatically generates maps. We just projected your human stories and some images, and didn't have any real skills. You don't have any I found that the way this world works is actually a little different from the world you lived in before?"
"Oh, okay."
Meng Danqiu put away his notebook and pen in a daze, avoided his brother's gaze, turned around and walked to Mo Xiaoyao and Yu Bing, talking to them in a low voice.
Meng Danyang's eyes darkened, he knew that even if he made it clear, his sister would forgive him, but the cracks are cracks after all, and it will be impossible to repair them as before.
And as far as he has observed so far, Xiaoqiu has become strong and independent after going through the test of life and death. Even if the two reconcile in the future, I am afraid that they will no longer rely on him for everything like before. brother.
But people always have to grow up, and he can't stay with his sister for the rest of his life. Meng Danyang suddenly felt that maybe this is also good. It is enough to support you all the time.
The fat woman came back quickly, and before everyone said a word, she came back with a basket of bread, followed by brothers Da Sanjiang and Tong Sihai who helped her carry the things.
"It's all the bread we planned to eat at home, share it with you." The fat woman is not a profiteer, and she can see that she has worked hard after collecting the money, "There is also a bottle of jam, you can spread some before leaving. "
With Da Sanjiang and Tong Sihai following them, Mo Xiaoyao was not afraid of being tampered with on the bread. Just like passing the box before, everyone chose the bread that suits their appetite from the basket. Time was running out, and the clown was in a hurry to get to work, so they really didn't have time to sit down and have a good meal.
"I'm just surprised." Dou Wang took a bite of the bun in his hand, followed his brother out of the room, and asked vaguely, "Since they are all projections, why can't we project some steamed buns, sesame seeds and the like?" , and some sauced meat and ham, isn’t it better than this broken bread?”
The clown waited for everyone to walk out of the yard and closed the fence gate before he answered: "The ones you mentioned are also for sale."
Dou Wangqi said: "Then why don't you buy it?"
The clown glanced at him, and said in a calm tone, "Two reasons. 1. I love bread. 2. I'm poor and can't afford steamed buns, pancakes, ham, and sauce."
Dou Wang wanted to say something, but was poked by Dou Rui's elbow, and immediately became honest, obediently eating the bread he didn't like.
Mo Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows and didn't say a word, thinking about the two points that the clown said, he always felt that the first point he said was an excuse, and the second point was the real reason.
There are already quite a few aborigines on the road at this time, most of them are in a hurry, and they look no different from people on the earth rushing to work and school in the morning rush hour.
It's just that they don't seem to have any large vehicles here. Most people walk on their own feet. Occasionally, there are a few riding weird mounts, which seem to fit their personalities very well, as if the characters came with them Rather than a real means of transportation.
"I have a flying carpet, and they also have cars." After eating the bread, Mo Xiaoyao patted the bread crumbs on his hands, and said to the clown, "Do you want to take it with you for a while? It will save some time."
The clown glanced at her, didn't speak, reached into his pocket for a long time, took out a balloon-like thing, put it near his mouth and blew it up.
Soon, a balloon with the letter A was formed, and the clown didn't see the balloon fastening after that, as soon as he let go, it floated directly into the air.
This is not scientific at all, Mo Xiaoyao thought, how could the artificially blown balloon float up? Not hydrogen balloons.
But just before she decided whether to stop the balloon, there was a crisp popping sound from above her head, Mo Xiaoyao looked up, and the balloon had turned into scattered wreckage, slowly falling down from mid-air , she spread her right hand flat, and caught one of them with her palm.
"Welcome to Mr. A's circus!"
The clown suddenly yelled loudly, and then conjured a few balls from his pocket and threw them up and down. It was no different from the image Mo Xiaoyao and the others saw in the dungeon before.
"Hahaha!! Stupid clown! Did you work so hard that you forgot that all flying objects are forbidden above the royal city?"
The mocking voice came from a nearby minaret. Mo Xiaoyao squinted her eyes, and her good eyesight allowed her to see the other person clearly... well, at least she could see his clothes clearly.
It was a bit like the uniforms worn by police officers in Hot Spring Town. Mo Xiaoyao guessed that it might be some kind of official team, specially used to maintain law and order and monitor the people.
Sure enough, after the clown uttered a few more promotional slogans such as "Mr. A's circus is the best circus" and "Come and see the show!", he returned to his previous appearance and led them to the other side quickly. walk aside.
"Did you see? Anything flying is forbidden in the sky above the royal city." The clown's tone was full of sarcasm, "Even those guys who have solidified into wings can only use their legs to walk on the ground-walk If not, just jump!"
After finishing speaking, he pointed to the various forms of aborigines who were hurrying around, and said in a low voice: "And I don't know why, they prohibit non-accompanying mounts, unless you can come up with ones that match your own image, otherwise Better be honest—ah, see that giant hammer and anvil logo? That's the Headquarters of the Artisans Guild, and you can easily find it as long as you cross this bridge."
Mo Xiaoyao looked in the direction of his finger, and was speechless for a while. In order to prevent the one-in-a-thousand chance that she misread, she rubbed her eyes, and asked Jiang Yan and Le Yin for their opinions. After seeing the same thing, she turned her head to look at the clown.
"What do you call a bridge that has faults about 3 meters apart, all kinds of weird obstacles, and roads that look like a parkour scene?"
Facing Mo Xiaoyao's questioning, the clown nodded solemnly: "That's our bridge, it's easy to cross, I can show you a demonstration."
After finishing speaking, the clown jumped out like a fully-strung tin frog, and jumped up and down on the bridge that was not made by humans, so dexterous that he didn't look like a dumpy man at all.
In just the blink of an eye, he reached the opposite side of the bridge, but he didn't intend to rest, and rushed back at the same speed, and when he stood in front of Mo Xiaoyao and the others, his face was neither red nor out of breath, as if he really It's just like crossing an ordinary bridge.
"If you can't even cross this bridge, I suggest you don't go to the main city tower, it's going to die." After finishing speaking, the clown drew a line in the air with his finger, and as the air appeared distorted time, "I Gotta go to work, good luck and hope you don't hear the announcement of your death during your lunch break."