"Look, everyone, it turns out she is a girl." He said happily to everyone, and pulled me towards everyone. I followed him blankly, looking at his beautiful braids, with a few strands of braids still hanging at the ends. Decked with colorful feathers.
He turned back to look at me with a clear smile: "Come and meet everyone, everyone is very curious about you."
I looked at the faces of the artists, and their expressions... were also quite individual. Some are arrogant, some are cold, some are indifferent, and some look disgusted.
"Well, he looks good~~~" A man with smoky makeup said effeminately.
"That's not bad?!" Another man with thick white paint on his face sneered, "Look at her face, look at her figure! Look at her legs! Nothing is perfect! Oh! I'm just so excited I can't look straight anymore!" He couldn't bear it and covered his eyes.
"You obsessive-compulsive disorder." A woman gave the man a stern look, "There is no woman in this world that satisfies you! Who here doesn't know that you lick the woman you drew all day long?"
"Hahahaha-" Everyone laughed all of a sudden, and I couldn't help but laugh too. Although their expressions seemed difficult to get along with, it made people feel that they were all very good people.
"Ignore them." The ghost prince smiled at me, "They are all artists, here." He pointed to his brain, "They are not normal."
"Who are you calling abnormal?! You brat!" Suddenly, the woman came up and slapped him on the head.
"Xiaojun is excited to see a live girl." The young artists began to tease the ghost prince who was pulling me.
"Brother Jun is ours!" The younger girls rushed up, pulled Jun away from me, and surrounded me.
Everyone laughed, and the girls who took him away also laughed happily.
I looked at everyone, they looked so optimistic, but compared to them, I looked a little pessimistic and depressed.
I looked at the boy again, the boy I had always called the Ghost Prince. It turned out that his name was Jun.
"What exactly do you want me to do?" I asked. Jun said just now that he hoped I could help them.
Everyone suddenly lost their smiles, became silent, and all looked at Jun again.
The girls also stepped aside.
Jun walked towards me again, holding my hands as if to ask for help: "Help everyone paint the last painting, please, please." He bent down and put his forehead on the back of my hand, sincerely and sincerely.
Posthumous work…
This word sounds so heavy, and the heaviness in their smiles makes people even more sad.
"Then what should I do?" I looked down at him.
He raised his face, held my hand firmly, and looked at me with a clear smile: "So you agreed?"
I nodded.
He immediately turned to look at everyone happily: "She agreed! She agreed!" He shouted excitedly.
"Did she promise that you could let go of the little girl's hand?" an uncle shouted.
"Don't look so naughty and scare our girls away!" the boys protested loudly.
"Hahaha - because after all these years I finally touched a live one."
"No! We have to touch it too!" Immediately, everyone rushed towards me.
"Hahaha! Run!" Jun pulled me up and started running. My long legs ran very fast. In this dream world, our bodies are as light as swallows. He pulled me up and ran to the edge of this place. I Only then did I realize it was the roof of the building!
Suddenly, he jumped up, pulled me and jumped directly over the edge.
"Ah -" I yelled, and then I realized that I was wearing the floral skirt I usually wear at home. It was the skirt in the photo I showed Lessius. I couldn't hide my gender in this world.
"It's really time for you to wake up." Jun suddenly said in the air. He looked at me with a smile, stretched out his hand to push me down gently, let go of his hand, and I started to fall, while he paused on the blue clouds. The world, wave to me.
Like Harry, he is sunny and loves to laugh, but he is different from Harry. Harry is naughty, but he is more like a young boy with an exceptionally natural and pure smile.
I woke up from drunkenness and always knew that as long as I visited the ruins, I would have a magical spiritual connection with the ruins. Could this spiritual connection be the same one that allows ghosts to control people in the city of Keton
But my connection to them is even stronger than the phenomenon in Bickerton.
In front of me is a bunch of quiet and clear sunshine. The white morning light is slightly blue with the ghost flower. Windows after windows were opened above the entire palace, and the sunlight came in from there.
I sat up, and there were still the leftover wine and delicacies from last night on the dining table, as if I had had an interesting dream, but I knew that it was not a dream, it was real.
The entire palace became quiet again, and the robot from last night walked out of the darkness again and walked up to me, holding an oval glass vessel in his hand. I recognized that this was a radiation-proof box that could contain blue crystal energy.
And inside the box, there is a beautiful ghost flower suspended.
When the robot placed the radiation-proof box in front of me, Jun appeared next to him again and stretched out his hands to hold the box as well.
He looked at me, his almost transparent eyes full of sincerity. I took the ghost flower from the robot's hand. He smiled, jumped over the robot's body, ran towards the door, and looked back at me.
I followed, and when I reached the door, the dazzling sunlight poured down. I raised my hands. After adapting to the sunlight, I saw this gorgeous city. The colorful colors make your mood instantly like beautiful fireworks. bloom.
Suddenly, a small robot flew towards me. Jun seemed to be curious about touching it, but I immediately stopped him: "Don't touch it, it will run out of power."
Jun could only withdraw his hand. He should know that he could absorb the energy of any machine, but he was a curious boy.
The little robot hovered in the air. Immediately, the light fell. The moment the human form appeared, I turned around and walked away.
"Stop!" he said without any tone.
I stopped and he moved in front of me. There was no apology on his face, only his eyes were burning and full of aggression, like an invader who wanted to take over the whole world.
"You can't hide from me, I advise you to give up." He said expressionlessly and without any tone.
I was too lazy to pay attention to him: "You are sick."
"I'm pursuing you!" He became excited and anxious.
"I don't accept your pursuit!" I refused directly and looked at him coldly, "Besides, I don't think you have figured out whether you like it or are curious!"
"I may not have known clearly before, but now I am very sure that I like you!" He stared at me intensely, "Luo Bing, before I found you again, I missed you for a whole year! I miss you all the time, Don’t think about how to make your life worse than death!”
Oh, this male lion had already shown it at that time. I humiliated him and angered him. Of course he wanted me to be worse than dead.