The spinning feeling slowly disappeared in the increasingly clear field of vision. The woman named Xueling Huanbing finally opened her eyes. It took her a period of hard work to distinguish the picture clearly before her eyes, and at the same time, she
Qing kept repeating it, and then she heard the clear voice in her ears: "...are you awake?"
"you're awake?"
Duan Qing, who had been keeping his side and supporting him, had just withdrawn his arms from around the shoulders of Xue Ling Huan Bing, who was lying on his side: "I feel like you are waking up faster than me.
It's slow, is it because of some special reason?"
"Then don't wake me up." Rubbing her eyes vigorously, Xue Ling Huan Bing's voice as she struggled to get up seemed to have a woman's unique getting-up spirit: "I have made up my mind to give up.
I only came here to die with you because of hope, and you actually...still..."
"Well, it seems that the recovery of memory and spirit still needs some reaction time." Carefully holding the other person's upper body, Duan Qing looked down at the white-haired woman whose expression gradually became stunned with a faint smile: "Wake up.
After all, being dead and waking up are two different stages. Being able to recall everything you experienced before your death so quickly is a powerful psychological quality that a professional player should possess."
"Our connection speed with this virtual system is not as high as yours."
With these words in his mouth, Xue Ling Huan Bing, who gradually woke up, looked around him as quickly as possible: "Don't think of this kind of thing as a good thing. This shows that your connection with this world is still very strong.
close."
"After this incident is over, I'll ask Hansen again." Noticing the other person's alert expression, Duan Qing tightened his arms around the other person in a comforting manner: "As for now - we still have a lot of things to do.
There’s something to be done.”
"Where is this?" Xue Ling Huan Bing, who no longer tried to judge himself, felt the comfort from the gray-robed magician's movements and frowned slightly: "Aren't we already dead?"
"Sorry, players in the virtual world are never in a state of death." Pointing to the other teammates who were also getting up not far away, Duan Qing, who was holding on to the opponent's flexible waist, smiled and shook his head:
"If I had to do the calculation, the offline state is more like death, but...hey."
"Thanks to this 'death', we have finally reached our destination."
He pointed behind him and guided Xue Ling Huan Bing's gaze to the tall tower not far away: "That's right here, the lighthouse that Fula mentioned."
"Is this right here?" His gaze lingered on the surface of the tall tower standing between the violent storm for a moment. Xue Ling Huan Bing's tense body then completely relaxed in Duan Qing's arms: "This is Fula
The end of the bridge that was mentioned?”
"It's not certain yet, but I think it should be right." He waved his hand at the codeword Ninglan who suddenly appeared in front of him at some point. Duan Qing raised his head and answered more relaxedly: "You haven't woken up yet.
I have already had a profound and close communication with the manager here before, and the other party invited us to come in as guests, but I haven’t gone in yet.”
Pointing to the direction where the door was open in front, Duan Qing slowly retracted his arm: "Since everyone jumped off the cliff neatly together, then our family should naturally enter that mysterious place neatly.
yes."
"It certainly doesn't look like a friendly place."
Quietly looking at the ancient traces all over the surface of the tower and the mottled scars occasionally illuminated by thunder and lightning, Xueling Huanbing adjusted his attention to a calm state as quickly as possible: "We should gather
Look at everyone, if they are not all dead...ahem."
"Don't worry, they should be fine." Supporting the other party's body, which was slightly weak and still shaking, Duan Qing's smile that had been on his face gradually disappeared: "It's you - in the future
Remember not to work so hard, we have other ways, okay?"
"Those disgusting things, I want to cut them all off when I see them." My heart warmed a lot as the other party took care of me seriously, but Xue Ling Huan Bing's face still showed a look of gnashing teeth: "Although
There are no swords now, but as long as you have the blessing of blood, it is still a piece of cake to cut off the bodies of those sea monsters with a spear."
"Because the weapon itself has restraint. If you don't believe me, try it with a blunt instrument such as a sledgehammer." Duan Qing, who recovered his smile, shook his head: "Judging from what I saw before, these
Monsters that have been immersed in seawater all year round probably have extremely high magic resistance... Hmm."
As if he noticed something, he suddenly turned his head. At this time, the returning figure belonging to the secret language Ninglan also appeared in the space behind him. Along with it, she lowered her head and bowed in salute.
: "Sir, everyone else is fine."
"The only ones with some problems are those two." The blue and white maid's dress still looked calm and beautiful in such an environment, which complemented the smile that Ningyu Ninglan showed sideways: "We are in a destroyed carriage.
Two ladies, Fulla and Lorna, were found nearby, both of whom are now unconscious."
"It must have been a big energy shock, plus a lot of consumption before." Duan Qing scratched his head: "Find a way to take care of them first, it is definitely inappropriate to put them here."
"Mr. Asahi Dongsheng and Mr. Goldman are both very excited." Nodding his head, An Yu Ninglan's smiling face then showed a somewhat troubled expression: "They seem to be very interested in other places here.
Interested, just now I insisted on going to the front to take a look..."
"Without the two of them, the moving work would be a very troublesome thing." Then Duan Qing's expression began to turn painful: "Really, the most suspicious and attractive thing is right in front of you.
They actually have the leisure to go ahead and take a look. Is there really something good about that broken bridge?"
"Ninglan is also very interested in how we got to this place." She tilted her head to Duan Qing's side and whispered that Ninglan's bright smile was also facing the open door behind her that was intertwined with the storm.
The scene moved over: "Did Mr. save us at the last moment? Or did Miss Fulla use her original power——"
"Okay, okay, don't make random guesses."
With some helplessness, Duan Qing let go of his arm holding Xue Ling Huan Bing, and used all his strength to peel off the maid player who came forward with a smile: "If you want to know the answer, enter the door in front of you.
The gate should be fine."
"Ninglan, can I leave it to you?" He withdrew his gaze, and then looked into Ningyu Ninglan's eyes as if inquiring: "Is there any problem with you being alone?"
"No problem, sir." Ninglan nodded tacitly, with a faint smile on his face. Ninglan nodded her head: "Just leave it to Ninglan."
"And this." He called out to the other party who was about to turn around and leave. Duan Qing put a strange metal thread wrapped around his body into the maid's arms: "Don't waste it next time.
These 'fuses' are out, it's not a critical moment, nothing serious will happen."
The smiling face stagnated for a moment, and the expression of Ningyu Ninglan who took over the metal thread became a lot more stunned. Duan Qing, who patted the other party's shoulder, then turned back and gave Xueling Huanbing one last look, and then took the lead.
Walking towards the door that has been open for a while: "It's best not to have any weird plots pop up. Now this team can't stand any more twists and turns."
"I hope that unit is friendly."
The dark boundary flashed in front of Duan Qing, and at the same time, the storm-like sounds from the outside world were separated from Duan Qing's hearing. Duan Qing's originally dim and indistinguishable vision was also within the scope of Duan Qing's breathless step into the gate.
The next moment, the interior suddenly changed, and the scene inside the tower full of ancient atmosphere was displayed in front of him: "Now that we have run out of ammunition and food, we - Huh?"
The circular wall made of bricks and tiles, the mottled brick surface of different colors but smooth and pure, and the cylindrical tower with layers of bricks simply accumulated, illuminated by the dim light, also appeared at this time.
The reflections cast by the huge stone pillar in the center and the stairs that spiral upwards around the edge reflect each other. The seemingly dust-free steps and walls give people a refreshing feeling that is completely opposite to ancient creations, but the empty space
There was no sign of anyone being entertained inside the empty cylindrical hall. There were only magic brooms suspended in the air that were sweeping back and forth, and magic cups that occasionally floated back and forth, leaving more or less room for this place.
There are some traces of human habitation.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the huge curved bookshelf placed together with the spiral staircases and walls, as well as the ancient books that are also flying around the huge bookshelf.
"This, this is-"
"Welcome, guests from afar."
Without the filtering of the magic amplification, the warm voice that appeared in Duan Qing's ears became a little clearer at this time. He who just wanted to make a sigh then raised his head following this voice, and followed the sound.
He followed the spiraling staircase until he found a figure standing vaguely above the end: "Hello, I am Molnar."
"Are you Molnar?"
Duan Qing concentrated on checking the situation around him. Duan Qing confirmed that he had not stepped into any unknown magical space. However, before he could prepare his answer, Duan Qing followed him into the tower's Snow Spirit Fantasy.
Bing then asked his own question: "If you are Molnar, then who is the Molnar we know so well?"
"If my guesses and calculations are correct, the Molnar you all know should also be Molnar." The blurry black shadow obscured by the spiral staircase and countless flying magic creations did not reveal any sullenness or hesitation.
It felt like the answering voice was still gentle and calm: "He and I are the same person, but not the same person."
"He is my clone." The voice paused for a moment, and then continued with an even more shocking explanation: "He is the envoy sent to the Free Continent by 'I' a long time ago."
"To repair this endless bridge."
As if making a gesture of spreading his hands, the black shadow above moved slightly in the dim light. Duan Qing, who had been looking up at that figure, then looked at each other silently with Xue Ling Huan Bing, and then agreed in unison.
He nodded his head: "In other words, you claim that you are the clone of Mr. Molnar, the mysterious magician who was active on the Free Continent a thousand years ago and who created the Free City, right?"
"It's not accurate to say that. After all, judging from the concept of biological society, I who stay here should be the main body." The vague black shadow voice replied warmly: "But there is no dispute in all this.
Necessary, you can think so if you want, after all, after the 'I' I sent left here, we became two individuals in completely different senses."
"It needs to be stated that my survival time is longer than the one thousand years you previously thought." After saying this, he chuckled twice as if he remembered something: "But from your description
Judging from the results, it is obvious that it should be another me who has more experience and knowledge, and finally creates more achievements."
"We have no position or qualification to question your strength and identity. After all, you have been able to live in seclusion in the depths of the endless sea for so long." Duan Qing stopped Xue Ling Huan Bing's continued questioning and raised his voice again.
He killed his own head: "But if you are really the same person as the legendary magician, you must have a reason to live in a corner and face such violent storms every day, right?"
"This story is as old as time."
Understanding what Duan Qing wanted to ask, the gentle voice answered with a hint of smile again, but the vicissitudes of life that he wanted to start telling suddenly changed at the next moment, and quietly fell on Duan Qing and the two of them.
Behind him: "But it's a bit rude to entertain guests in that place. You guys should go up to the attic and introduce yourselves."
"Oh, I forgot." Looking back at the figure of Enyu Ninglan who entered the door with two figures on the left and one on the right, Duan Qing scratched his cheek and replied with a hint of embarrassment: "This is Luo Na.
A destiny weaver, and this is Fula, a...dragon, they are not bad people."
"Dragon? It's really rare." There was a sense of surprise in the tone, and the warm voice from above became much deeper: "Although you did cause me some trouble in the previous teleportation spell,
But I still want to believe in your good intentions."
"Please come in."
After rearranging his words, the figure waving downwards again appeared among the magic books flying in the sky: "As you can see, the interior of this lighthouse has not received guests for a long time."
"Please forgive me if I'm rude."
This chapter has been completed!