Just seeing the ghost girl, Citalopram was deeply fascinated by her pure and light figure.

Her face, which was always calm and calm, was also stained with a faint blush due to the sudden strong possessive desire. Citalopram even felt that her breathing was a little faster, and her eyes became hot and bright.

——

——It’s like meeting a cat you particularly like in a cat cafe, and all you can think about is “Awei is dead”. When you pick it up, you don’t want to leave, and you really want to take it home with you.

As if aware of Citalopram's gaze, the ghost girl walking silently on the street turned her gaze curiously.

She seemed to notice something.

She just took a step towards Citalopram and jumped over. She circled around Citalopram curiously and sniffed in the air.

She was like a balloon, moving a little faster, floating like a fish. But she didn't give people the feeling of being clumsy - her skirt and slender white legs were tangled in each other as soon as they swung.

Citalopram side.

After circling Citalopram three or four times, she landed lightly on the ground.

She was more than a head shorter than Citalopram. At this moment, she was holding the hem of her skirt, raised her head and showed a carefree smile to Citalopram, and bowed to her politely:

"Hello, Pale Princess's backup dancer!

"My name is Porphys! My full name is Porphys Cecilia, I don't have an honorific name yet. I am a wind dancer!"

Seeing Miss Porfis from Citalopram, she was obviously very happy and in a very high mood: "I haven't seen... someone who can see me for a long time!"

"My name is Citalopram."

Citalopram responded politely: "But aren't there wizards who come here often?"

"I'm not an ordinary spirit, they can't see me..."

Porphys pursed her lips and suddenly became depressed: "Only the followers of the Pale Princess can see me..."

...just as quickly as her mood rose.

In the blink of an eye, she became excited again, stretched out her hand towards Citalopram, and said expectantly: "Can you touch me? Can you touch me?"

"Even if you just talk to me...what do you want when you come here? I can take you to find it!"

It was like a puppy that saw its owner come home, hugging its legs and jumping around.

Citalopram already had a smile on his face.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and murmured unconsciously:

"...a little bit, I want to take her away."

From the live broadcast window, I heard this sentence very clearly, and the barrage in front of Citalopram suddenly flew up like a screen:

"——Fuck, someone is kidnapping a ghost girl here!"

"——Pause, no matter according to the elf's age or the ghost's existence time, this is not a 'girl'..."

"——What stupid things are you talking about? If you look pretty, don't you think you're a girl?"

"——I thought you were the most normal among these girls, but I didn't expect..."

"——Sister Wenwen, please be normal..."

"——I just seemed to hear the sound of 'Shasha', is it an illusion?"

Citalopram completely ignored these unscrupulous barrages.

She just showed a very gentle smile and reached out to touch Porfisi's outstretched hand.

The next moment, she felt her soul being shaken.

Just like she had used the "Pale Body" ability...she felt her soul being dragged directly out of her body by Porphys.

Citalopram looked back - and found his body lying on the spot, falling forward helplessly, kneeling on the ground with his head lowered. Then he slowly fell to the side.

Those half-open eyes suddenly lost all aura, and they blinked feebly before closing their eyes. If it weren't for the faint ups and downs in his chest, Citalopram would even think that he died suddenly...

...Should we first find a place to put the unused body?

Citalopram suddenly had this thought in his mind.

But she quickly rejected it.

Compared with my own body, spending time with a cute girl is more important.

Anyway, no strangers will come later.

Hello, kid and Dove? Can you watch the live broadcast?

"——Can you hear me? I leave my body to you..."

Citalopram lowered his voice and spoke softly.

Porphys asked curiously: "What did you say?"

"I'm just talking to myself, don't pay attention."

With a gentle attitude that Jiu'er had never seen before, Citalopram reached out and hugged Pofisi directly, and said with a smile: "I am really happy to meet such a cute ghost like you..."

"……I'm glad too."

Pofisi's face turned crimson and she whispered.

Although she was hugged from behind by the stranger she met for the first time, which shocked her.

But this slight discomfort and tension are 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 embrace is also cold, there is no warmth.

But the warmth in his words alone was enough to warm her heart.

"Do you have somewhere to go? Are you looking for something? Or want to collect some influence? I can take you there!"

Porfis looked at Citalopram pitifully.

Her light spiritual body is much more skillful than Citalopram's - even without wings, she can fly at will. But Citalopram is not yet able to do this.

But she just pulled Citalopram and she was able to fly with her.

...just like a golden retriever biting the rope he used to slip himself, pulling on the owner's trouser leg, trying to walk towards the door.

"I'm here to collect some influence."

Citalopram said warmly: "Speaking of which...Porphys, what is this place? I want to understand it from the beginning."

"If you are asking about the original name of this landscape, then it was called Nuosheng Valley. At least it was still called that in the Third Age.

"And if you want to ask, what do we call this area... you can call it the 'Specimen Storage Vault', or the 'Nightmare Bed', or the 'Sealed Recording Tape'. I don't know either.

Now whatever it’s called…”

"...specimen storage library?"

Citalopram's heart moved and he asked curiously: "To be more specific, what is its role?"

"...That's the literal meaning."

Hearing Citalopram's words, Porfis was a little confused and gestured awkwardly: "It's... the bed of nightmares."

Suddenly Citalopram realized something.

"You mean... there's a nightmare here?"

"It's a public nightmare, not a nightmare."

Porphys corrected: "The specimen storage library is a technology we used back then... Because it also requires the use of curse energy technology, it may have been abandoned by you.

"...Well, do you know the nature of nightmares?"

Hearing this, Citalopram shook his head decisively.

"What about the magic power?"

Citalopram shook his head again.

"Then do you know the dream world?"

Citalopram shook his head again.

"——Zhangyu anchor, pay attention."

"——This is probably the legendary question of asking three questions and not knowing..."

"——Because you know, you don't know. This is a philosophy."

...Assholes, you talk like you know the answer.
Chapter completed!