Luo took Xiao Lan and ran under the red moon.
The red moon is still hanging high in the night sky, and the light red light it sprinkles has coated everything on the ground with a thin layer of red, whether it is the dark sky, the quiet college, or the original lush woods.
At the same time, it also made the two under the moon seem to be wearing red gauze.
Luo's speed was very fast, and the two figures merged under the moonlight, almost turning into an invisible afterimage.
Xiao Lan was enjoying the rare treatment of fully automatic escape. He stretched out his hand to wrap Luo's neck to stabilize his body.
Because of this action, the distance between the two of them was narrowed again, and Xiao Lan could feel the other's breathing and heartbeat even under such high-speed running.
On the other side, feeling the warm breathing near his neck, Luo's mouth was slightly raised.
He gently rubbed the top of Xiao Lan's head with his chin. The fluffy touch of his hair made him feel better, and he tightened the person in his arms again without a trace.
At the same time, Xiao Lan also divided his attention to observe the situation behind.
The dangerous red figure behind him is still far away, but the distance between the two sides is getting wider and wider. According to the current situation, with the help of the obstacles of the terrain, she should be able to get rid of her soon.
It seemed that it was also judged that the prey was about to escape, and Madam Hongyue raised her hand.
Obviously this is a posture to attack.
"I'm coming." Xiao Lan whispered in Luo's ear.
"Then please." Luo said in a relaxed tone, and didn't mean to worry about the situation at the moment.
In the next instant, Madam Hongyue decisively threw the sharp fan in her hand, and accompanied by the flashing cold light, the howling sound of breaking through the air hit Luo's back.
The speed of the fan was extremely fast, drawing a cold afterimage in the air.
At this time, Xiao Lan had already switched [Dalit's Bone] to the stick form, staring closely at the direction where the fan was flying.
He concentrated all his attention, the fan's original erratic figure seemed to slow down in his eyes, becoming traceable.
When the fan entered his attack range, Xiao Lan raised his hand and struck accurately.
"Ding—" The sharp fan collided with the pale bones, and suddenly deviated from the original direction and fell to the side.
At the same moment, Xiao Lan's stingy and often pretending skill was alive again:
"Poverty cannot limit my imagination, you got [Autographed photo of Zhang Dong]"
[Name: Autographed photo of Zhang Dong (rare props, bound)]
【Ability: None】
[Note: Zhang Dong also knows that you all want this]
Xiao Lan: "..."
Why are you again! !
Zhang Dong, the first boss Xiao Lan met in the novice field, is a stingy man, loves fantasy, has a little acting personality, and always feels that his signature can be sought after by players.
Last time it was autographed, but this time it was even more autographed. This guy is endless! How many peripheral products did he prepare
Xiao Lan felt speechless about the garbage effect of her skills.
Non-Chiefs do not deserve to have dreams.
With Xiao Lan's obstruction, Luo led him around the corner of the building, and the two figures merged into the darkness and gradually moved away.
Madam Hongyue waved her hand, and the fan returned to her hand as if being manipulated.
But the previous prey has disappeared.
Under the red moon, the graceful lady stood quietly for a while.
Not long after, she folded the fan, lifted the skirt elegantly, turned and walked towards the northern tower.
—
Luo led Xiao Lan back to the student dormitory area.
There was silence all around.
Not only can't see the figure, there is not even a trace of movement. It seems that because of the night of the red moon, even the most restless students would not choose to slip out to play at this time.
The two of them returned to Xiao Lan's bedroom in this way.
Luo then put Xiao Lan down: "Are you not injured?"
Xiao Lan checked her own condition, except for the muscle soreness and some numbness in her wrist caused by the fight with Mrs. Hongyue.
According to his recovery ability, he will be able to recover the next day.
"Fortunately, you should be fine after you sleep." Xiao Lan felt a little regretful after she finished, "It's a pity that I didn't get into the northern tower to take a look."
Luo stretched out his hand to take the grass blades on his head during the previous fight for him: "You have consumed a lot today, and it is not suitable for you to work with others again. Why not go with you tomorrow night?"
Xiao Lan thought for a while. It is true that he does not have much stamina left now. If he encounters any danger, it will be difficult to deal with it. Even if Luo will definitely help, he can't hold back comfortably. It is the best to keep both of them fighting. Good situation.
The game is only starting the next day, and time should still be sufficient.
"Well, I'll take a bath first, and then rest. What about you? What are your plans tonight." Xiao Lan said.
"I will continue to look for my fragments here, but—" Luo smiled and looked at him: "I will wait for you to fall asleep before leaving."
Xiao Lan cast a suspicious look.
Luo Si found a fair and omnipotent reason without any guilt: "In order to prevent accidents."
After a while.
After taking a shower, Xiao Lan put on the uniform pajamas of the college. When he walked out while wiping his head, Luo sat on the chair beside his bed and read the book lazily, and even put on his Phnom Penh leisurely. glasses.
The warm yellow halo of the kerosene lamp outlined his outline softly and intricately.
The movements of Xiao Lan's hands stopped unconsciously.
He looked at Luo in a daze. This scene was so familiar. It seemed that he had watched Luo quietly in the night like this, but there was no such fragment after searching the memory.
Was it in that fifteen-year-old dream again
"Sir?" A low voice sounded above Xiao Lan's head.
Xiao Lan returned to his senses, only to realize that Luo didn't know when he was already standing in front of him. The height difference between the two of them was huge now, and he could only see Luo's eyes by raising his head.
Then, Luo reached out and took the towel that Xiao Lan was wiping her hair indiscriminately.
Luo: "Leave it to me, sir."
In Luo's eyes, Xiao Lan's hair wiping skill was no different from his stream of consciousness cooking.
Xiao Lan sat on the bed following Luo's guidance, and Luo sat beside him, gently wiping his hair.
Things in the world are once reborn and mature again. When Luo wiped her hair for the first time, Xiao Lan was still a little uncomfortable, but this time she had no resistance at all.
The lower limit of mankind is used to constantly break.
The skin will continue to thicken in this process.
The two chatted one after another, and no one cared whether the topic was nutritious or not.
With the right gentle force on the top of her head, Xiao Lan felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Finally, his head tilted, and the whole person fell towards Luo, making a sound of even breathing.
Feeling the sudden increase in the weight of his shoulders, Luo stopped the wiping action.
Xiao Lan leaned on him and slept unguardedly. The boy's body was thin and flexible, still carrying the fragrance of the just after bathing.
Although Luo couldn't see Xiao Lan's expression in this posture, it didn't affect him to outline the sleeping face that he had been watching for countless nights.
Luo gently stroked Xiao Lan's back, then gently put him back under the quilt and covered the quilt.
Finally, he leaned over slightly, approached Xiao Lan who was sleeping, and kissed softly on the top of his slightly curly hair.
"Good night, sir, maybe we can meet again in your dreams."
After speaking, Luo turned off the lights in the room and walked out of the room in the darkness.
This time, he was full of great expectations for finding his lost fragments.
—
In the dark dream, Xiao Lan felt her eyes become clear again.
Everything around is a bit familiar. It is the room that I accidentally entered when I was chased in my dream. The door of the room has been restored as before, and there is no trace of the battle.
In his dream, he was sitting at the table, the candlelight on the table was emitting a warm light, and the air was full of the mellow smell of black tea.
Not far away, the black-clothed man who looked exactly like Luo was walking over with a retro-style medicine kit.
He sat opposite Xiao Lan, his light golden eyes cast a glance at the young man in front of him: "Looks very embarrassed, little guy, is this the first time you have come in?"
The teenager did not understand: "The first time... come in?"
The man didn't answer directly. He stretched out his hand towards the teenager: "This way of bandaging your wrist is not acceptable. It will worsen the wound. Would you mind letting me see it?"
The teenager handed his wrist to the man's hand.
Seeing the other party gracefully unpacking his messy wounds, revealing a blister left by a serious burn inside, the blisters have broken, the surrounding area is red and swollen, and it doesn't look good.
"The wound was treated very badly. Not only was it unmedicated, it was even infected," the man commented.
The boy lowered his head, his bandaging technique was at this level, he didn't even find the family medicine cabinet, he just found a cloth strip and wrapped it up, he didn't even tell whether it was gauze or not.
No wonder the wound keeps hurting.
Although he disliked the teenager's bandaging technique, the black man acted neatly to treat the wound for him, debride and disinfect, remove necrotic parts and blood scabs, and apply medicine... Every step is very standard, and it doesn't make the teenager feel sick. It hurts.
"Okay." The black-clothed man processed the last gauze and let go of the young man's wrist.
Then he checked other parts of the boy, and there were some strangulation marks on his neck, but because the boy had been struggling, it was not as serious as he had imagined.
At the same time, because the boy's evasion was timely, he didn't leave much injury.
The man in black also helped the teenager put a little ointment on his neck: "At this level, there will be no traces left soon."
The boy said to him, "Thank you, my name is Xiao Lan, how should I call you?"
The man in black held his chin with one hand and thought for a while: "Well... I should be called Lawrence, right?"
Teenager: "..."
What is "bar", don't you remember your own name
The black-clothed man smiled, not really caring: "Just call me Lawrence, anyway, the name is just a code name, I am the teacher here."
The boy asked: "Mr. Lawrence, can you tell me where this is? And why did I appear here?"
The black-clothed man picked up black tea and poured a cup for the boy by the way: "Please use it."
Then he continued: "This is Crieff College, which belongs to the descending world. As for why you appear here, according to some guy, it is because'you are the lucky one to be selected'."
The boy was holding black tea, and his eyes were filled with doubts: "Lucky?"
He didn't think that this activity of being hunted down could be called lucky.
The black-clothed man said: "If you are chosen to enter the descent world, you will have the opportunity to gain strength."
Boy: "Then... What if someone doesn't want to? Can they leave?"
The black-clothed man was a little puzzled: "Why don't you want to, isn't it a biological instinct to seek power?"
The boy was also puzzled by what the man said: "But everyone has different pursuits. Some want to be a businessman, some want to be a writer, some want to be a star, and maybe some people dream of making super delicious cakes. Woolen cloth?"
The handsome face of the black-clothed man was rarely confused. He tilted his head and said, "Why is there such a strange... dream?"
Everyone he saw here was desperate for strength, even at the mercy of his own kind.
But this young man said that some people don't want to.
The boy straightened up and said, "What's weird! For example, my mother, her dream is to have a happy home. She hopes that her family will be safe and successful. Maybe she is not interested in giving her the best strength in the world. "
"My mother can make the best biscuits in the world. They have a thick buttery fragrance, and are wrapped in hazelnuts and chocolate. Every bite is crispy."
Perhaps it was because of the young man's temperament. He had just experienced the terrible pursuit. Now after a short rest, the young man's state has recovered a lot. Even when he mentioned the biscuit his mother is good at, a look of yearning appeared on his face.
"Are there many people like your mother?" There was a thoughtful look in the black-clothed man's eyes, shining the candlelight, and gleaming golden light under the lens.
The boy nodded: "It's quite a lot. People nowadays have all kinds of dreams."
"Is that so?" The black-clothed man's expression was unpredictable, making it hard to guess what he was thinking.
The room fell into silence for a while.
The black-clothed man thought silently, and the boy next to him watched him silently.
The boy looked at him for a long while, and couldn't help but said, "You seem to be... different from the people here, whether it's other teachers or students."
The boy keenly noticed the difference in this person in front of him.
Although the academy is weird and the teachers and students are weird, the only person who helped him had a sense of violation that he couldn't tell.
The man looked at the boy and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth: "Oh, did I show any flaws?"
The teenager thought for a while: "The way you talk about their eyes is like an adult looking at a child, it seems you know all the answers..."
"Hahahaha—" The man in black couldn't help laughing.
Interesting, although he didn't deliberately hide it, this young man who entered the game for the first time had no experience at all, and he could actually see through him.
After laughing, he looked at the a little nervous boy and said: "My identity is probably similar to a gardener, but I often don't care about things, and usually leave things to another guy."
The boy did not hold back his curiosity: "The other guy?"
The man stretched out his finger to his lips and made a silent gesture: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhh, he is stingy and doesn't like others talking about him."
Hearing this, the boy widened his eyes and carefully covered his mouth.
It was really cute that way, the black man couldn't hold back, he reached out his hand and touched the boy's head.
"Eh, eh, what are you doing?! How can a man's head be touched casually!" The young man evaded quickly, but was still succeeded by the other party.
The black-clothed man smiled and retracted his hand: "Oh, sorry, sorry."
The boy who was touched was angry: "..."
I always feel that this guy just finds it funny, and apologizes for not being sincere at all.
But it was also because of this episode that the atmosphere between the two became more harmonious.
After a while, the boy's anger disappeared.
He couldn't help asking: "What's your real name? Lawrence is definitely not your name."
The black-clothed man tilted his head: "Um... I don't have a name."
The teenager was surprised: "Why is there no name?"
The man in black: "Because I don't need it, no one will call my name."
The boy said, "Then you must have no friends."
Man in black: "..."
He couldn't refute it, because he really has no friends, and there is no concept of "friends" in his world.
The boy lay on the table and looked at him with clear eyes: "Are we friends? You see you have invited me to drink tea, and we have been talking for so long."
Facing these eyes, the man in black almost nodded ghostly: "Forget it."
The boy smiled with a successful plan: "Then I will give you a name!"
The man didn't mind very much, just a name that wouldn't be mentioned: "Okay."
The boy asked: "How many words do you want?"
Man in black: "One is enough."
The teenager began to patrol the desktop. There are many books on the desktop, in various languages and contents. It makes people wonder if anyone can understand so much content
Soon his gaze was fixed on a Chinese book, the content of which was about the archaeological records of a certain ancient tomb.
The reason for choosing this book is very simple, because it is the only thing he can understand
The young man reached out and took the book, turned a page casually, then pointed to one of the words and said: "Luo, how about this word?"
The black-clothed man leaned over and took a look, and saw that the book read: Luoyang shovel, a symbol of archaeological drilling tools, was originally used for tomb robbery and later used for archaeological drilling.
Man in black: "..."
Although he hadn't seen all human beings, it was obvious that this word had little to do with names. If he said that he wanted a three-character name, would this tool-like name be buckled on his head
The boy said: "Take out the last two words, just look at Luo is still very handsome."
The black-clothed man looked at him: "Young man, do you treat me like this a bit casually?"
The teenager thought for a while: "Well then, let me turn a page, how about the first word you say?"
The black-clothed man reluctantly agreed: "Well, the fifteenth word."
The boy closed his eyes and turned a page, and then found what the other party said. He laughed: "Look, it's Luo, Luohe. This is your own choice. You can't rely on it."
The black man named Luo: "..."
This is probably destined.