Rolling in the shadows.

——It sounds quite cool, but for a certain awkward operator, doing this is a bit embarrassing.

Mu Zhong is not a real thief, and he has no target to peep or steal. It is inevitable that he will be a bit strange to sneak around like this.

...

He held a branch with dense branches and leaves in his hand, blocking his eyes. While secretly observing the movements around him, he muttered in his heart: "I can feel... it's coming soon, and a new magic is about to appear..."

Retracting his shoulders and tiptoing, he skillfully moved from the back of one tree to the back of another.

Not far ahead, two new men chatting appeared.

“…”

In mid-July, although it is now during the holidays, school has already started for freshmen.

...

Mu Zhong felt the "invisible traces". He stepped on the air and quietly touched it.

Eavesdropping...

Man A: "Why don't there be a cute girl in our class?" (troubled)

Man B: "That giant girl is pretty."

A: "Beautiful is beautiful, but she is so strong that I don't feel anything about my virginity."

B: "You can lower your requirements, such as... focus on local cuteness."

A: "Kissus?" (Nervous)

B: "Yes, for example, thighs, hands, hair, etc."

A: "Oh, it turns out to be this part." (I breathed a sigh of relief)

B: "...Don't have such dirty thoughts, I'm afraid."

A: “….”

....

Eavesdropping on the conversation between the two, Mu Zhong gradually felt a sense of professional satisfaction.

He was like a thief, tiptoing and sneaking, just to "steal" something so that he could be just like that.

Similar to the old age, I will feel happy when I look at young lives. Now Mu Zhong listens to these ordinary human conversations and feels like "watching TV".

It’s hard to say whether there is any fun or not. At least you can pass the time by eavesdropping on it.

...

The two freshmen talked about girls in the class and talked about girls in other people's classes. Finally, they came back, criticized the girls in their class, and then left.

After they left, Mu Zhong poked his head out from behind the tree: "What a superficial human being... What a good look? No matter how beautiful it is, can it be as beautiful as a magic cannon beam with a diameter of 200cm?"

"Young people just don't understand what the true truth is."

“…”

After saying a few words, Mu Zhong hid back in the shadows and continued to sneak.

....

There are many magical plants in the woods by the lake.

‘Magic plant’ refers to a plant with magical properties. The same statement also includes ‘spiritual plant’.

Plants with magical properties generally show different characteristics from ordinary plants.

For example, if light is emitted, branches will move, etc.

When the "demonic nature" in it exceeds a certain level, the "demonic plant" can be called "demon grass" and "demon tree". If there is a special opportunity, it can even produce spiritual wisdom, which is very magical.

...

Somewhere in the woods, there is a huge magical tree that looks like an ‘oak’.

Unlike trees that release magic photons after nightfall, it is a bit special. Only when it is late at night can it begin to overflow green magic photons.

At that time, within a hundred meters of the range, the light spots were crowded? It would be more lively than elsewhere.

Although the excitement is good at this time, what you can see is probably wanderers and insomnia.

...

A newcomer is here tonight.

She was wearing blue lace cloth shoes? Listening to the sound of the woods, touching the passing trunks with her fingertips? Under the guidance of the trees, she came to this lively place.

Seeing this huge 'oak tree'? She opened her mouth in surprise: "Oh--"

"What a healthy Mr. Tree."

At this moment? The huge forest was so quiet that only her voice and natural sounds.

Walking to the tree? The girl was stroking an elder? She stroked the trunk of the "oak tree".

She seems to be able to communicate with the 'tree'.

"I came from the East."

"Hehe~ there are so many old gentlemen like you, but none of them are healthy."

"Hey? You said you should bring them over? No, no, you can't do it."

"Will Mr. Tree bear fruit?"

"What fruit is it?"

After talking, the tree canopy above the girl's head swayed and something fell from it.

She raised her hands and hurriedly picked up the falling things, some of which were caught, and some of which were not.

"Ah." - I was smashed.

Touching her head, she looked at the things on her hands, "It seems like 'accorn'. Are you giving me all of them?"

"Haha~Thank you."

“…”

Next, each person and tree started chatting in a mess.

Well... they were chatting, but it turned out that there was only the girl talking.

As we chatted, the Oak Tree seemed to say something strange.

The girl was stunned for a moment: "What? You said, there is someone behind me?"

She turned around and there was nothing behind her.

"Hidden behind a tree with dry branches?"

The girl leaned her head, bent her body, and jumped over a few steps.

There is nothing behind the tree.

She walked back: "Mr. Shu, you can't deceive a innocent and kind little girl."

"Ah? You said that the man ran away when he heard my words to himself?"

The girl covered her mouth in panic, but her subordinate curled the corners of her mouth, and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm too clumsy."

“…”

At that time, there was indeed a person behind the tree.

....

When the wooden clock was lying in the woods, it suddenly saw the "traces of fate".

——It’s not his fate, it’s other people’s ‘destiny’.

In this world, all living beings are chess pieces in the chessboard of heaven and earth.

As long as you are in the chessboard, no matter what choice you make or what path you take, it is a "destiny".

Among them, there is one of the most special "destiny", which is the fate of being mixed with the "will of the world".

If a person is compared to an ant living in a huge botanical garden, the "World Will" is to draw a circle of large or small in the garden.

There are still countless ways to walk in the garden, but each of those ways to walk must pass through this circle.

Of course, you can also force yourself to pass without passing, but the price of not passing is often even more cruel.

...

The 'traces of destiny' can be said to be the 'traces of the will of the world'.

And the ‘traces of the world’ is exactly what Mu Zhong’s [The Harvest of Time] needs.

He took out his Origin Pocket Watch and looked at it twice, feeling tired:
To be continued...