Just seeing the ghost girl, citalopram was deeply fascinated by her pure and light figure.
Her face, which was always calm and steady, was also dyed a little crimson due to the sudden strong possessive desire. Citalopram even felt that his breathing was a little short, and his eyes became hot and bright——
—It’s like seeing a cat you like in a cat cafe, and your mind is full of "Awei is dead", and you don’t want to leave when you pick it up, and you really want to take it home.
Seemingly aware of citalopram's gaze, the ghost girl walking silently on the street turned her gaze curiously.
She seems to have noticed something.
He just took a step towards citalopram, and then he jumped over in a fluttering manner. She circled around citalopram curiously and sniffed the air.
Like a balloon, she moved a little faster and floated like a fish. But it didn't give people the feeling of being clumsy-her skirt and slender white legs were entangled with citalopram.
After going around citalopram three or four times, she landed lightly.
She was more than a head shorter than citalopram. At this moment, she was pinching her skirt, raised her head and showed a carefree smile to citalopram, and saluted her politely:
"Hello, Pale Princess' backup dancer!
"My name is Boface! My full name is Boface Cecilia. I don't have a name yet. I'm a wind dancer!"
Miss Boface, who saw citalopram, was obviously very happy and emotional: "I haven't seen... someone who can see me for a long time!"
"My name is citalopram."
Citalopram responded politely: "However, don't wizards often come here?"
"I'm not an ordinary spirit, they can't see my..."
Boface pursed her mouth, her mood suddenly sank: "Only followers of the Pale Princess can see me..."
…as fast as she could get emotional.
In the blink of an eye, she became excited again, stretched out her hand to citalopram, and said expectantly: "Can you touch me? Can you touch me
"Even if it's just to talk to me... Is there something you want here? I can take you to find it!"
It was like a puppy seeing its owner come home, hugging its legs and jumping around non-stop.
Citalopram is already smiling.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and murmured unconsciously:
"... A little bit, I want to take her away."
Hearing these words very clearly from the live broadcast window, the bullet screen in front of citalopram suddenly flew up like a swiping screen:
"—Grass, there are people abducting and selling ghost girls here!"
"—stop, this isn't a 'maiden' either by the age of the elf or the age of the ghost..."
"-What stupid things are you talking about, isn't it a girl who looks good?"
"—I thought you were the most normal of these girls before, but I didn't expect..."
"—Sister Wenwen, please be normal..."
"—I seem to have heard the voice of 'Shasha' just now, is it a hallucination?"
Citalopram completely ignores the barrage of wickedness.
She just showed a very gentle smile, and reached out to touch Boface's outstretched hand.
The next moment, she felt that her soul was trembling.
It was as if she had used the "pale body" ability... She felt her soul being dragged out of her body by Boface.
Citalopram looked back—and found his body lying on the spot, powerlessly falling forward, kneeling on the ground with his head bowed. Then slowly fell to the side.
In those half-open eyes, all the aura suddenly lost, and they blinked feebly, then closed them heavily. If it weren't for the faint ups and downs in the chest, citalopram would even think that he died suddenly...
... Do you want to put the unused body in a random place
Such an idea popped up in citalopram's mind for a moment.
But she quickly vetoed it.
Compared with my own body, being with a cute girl is more important.
Anyway, there won't be any strangers coming.
Hello, kids and Dove? Can you see the live broadcast
"—Can you hear me? I'll leave my body to you..."
Citalopram lowered his voice and said softly.
Boface asked curiously, "What did you say?"
"It's talking to yourself, don't worry about it."
With a gentle attitude that Jiu'er had never seen before, citalopram reached out and hugged Boface directly, and said with a smile: "I am really very happy to meet such a lovely ghost like you."
"… I'm glad too."
Boface blushed and said in a low voice.
Although being hugged from behind by a stranger whom she met for the first time, she was shocked.
But this slight discomfort and tension is nothing compared to finally seeing a "companion" who can respond to my words and touch me.
The feeling of being hugged again... even moved her to the point where she wanted to cry.
Although this hug is also cold, there is no temperature.
But the warmth in the words alone was enough to warm her heart.
"Is there somewhere you want to go? Are you looking for something? Or collecting influences? I can take you there!"
Boface looked at citalopram pitifully.
Her light spirit body is much more proficient than that of citalopram—even without wings, she can fly as she pleases. And citalopram can't do that.
But she was able to let her fly with her just by tugging on citalopram.
... It's like the golden retriever is biting the rope he used, pulling the owner's trouser legs, trying to walk towards the gate.
"I'm here to gather some influence."
Citalopram said softly: "Speaking of... Boface, what is this place? I want to know from the beginning."
"If you're asking about the original name of this landscape, then it's called Nuosheng River Valley. At least it was still called this name in the Tertiary Period.
"And if you want to ask, what do we call this area... you can call it 'Specimen Containment', or 'Nightmare Bed', 'Encapsulated Recording Tape'. I don't know what you're doing now whatever it's called..."
"... specimen storage library?"
Citalopram's heart moved, and he asked curiously: "To be specific, what is its effect?"
"... literally."
Hearing citalopram's words, Boface was a little confused and gestured clumsily: "It's... the bedrock of nightmares."
Suddenly citalopram realized something.
"You mean... there's a nightmare here?"
"A public nightmare, not a nightmare."
Boface corrected: "The specimen storage library is a technology we used in the past... because the spell energy technology is also used, and it may have been abandoned by you.
"... Well, do you know the essence of nightmares?"
Hearing this, citalopram shook his head decisively.
"What about the mantra?"
Citalopram shook his head again
"Then do you know about the dream world?"
Citalopram shook his head again.
"—Anchor Zhang Yu, pay attention."
"—This is probably the legendary "Ask three questions..."
"—Because you know, you don't know. It's a philosophy."
... bastards, you talk like you know the answer.
Citalopram couldn't help muttering inwardly.