The crimson sunset has left Yun’s hometown, and a hotel plaque in the market along Beijiao Lake reflects a light golden light. The grass and trees in the small courtyard have withered and turned yellow, and the distant birds are singing loudly.<
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The idle hotel owner squatted beside the garden. There were several ginseng antler plants piled in the wooden box at his feet. The ruby-like stamens swayed in the wind, the delicate green leaves and stems glowed with blue light, and the fruits with thick roots were buried.
He entered the soil, but the servant whispered a reminder behind him.
The innkeeper turned to look at him with confusion on his face, and saw a slightly obese young goblin standing next to the stone table. His expression was slightly nervous, and he was holding his luggage tightly with a pair of hands that had no place to rest. These few seconds were embarrassing.
Although the atmosphere was short-lived, it seemed to the goblin boy to be so long. The fine sweat secreted from his forehead instantly gathered into beads, mixed with the dampness and salt from the dust, gathered at the chin, and fell on the skirt of his clothes. p>
The hotel owner burst out laughing when he saw this. After glancing at the reservation information in the hand of the goblin boy, he wanted to get up and welcome him into the hotel. But the goblin boy became more and more uneasy, and he simply piled his luggage aside, and then acted like
The innkeeper squatted in front of the garden. The servant who wanted to take over blinked, still holding the bottle of juice as a gift in his palm. The travelers who occasionally came in and out looked sideways, and the sleeping big yellow dog also got up and walked over. The compliment that should have been blurted out was stuck in his throat. The innkeeper dismissed the servant and started chatting with the goblin boy. From planting herbs to the red maple in the garden, from life in the Alchemy City Academy to the past in the alien continent,
The shovel in the hotel owner's hand has long been thrown to the wall, because this shy goblin boy does not seem to be as simple as he seems.
I don’t know when the setting sun disappeared into the Western Mountains. There were some clouds floating in the gray-blue sky. The burnt fairy grass in the hands of the servants was cold and tempting. The innkeeper under the patio brought out the tea tray. The koi fish in the pool were fighting for it.
While holding the food, the dewdrops on the lotus leaves are still crystal clear, patches of maple red cling to the water surface, and the dark sucking catfish gnaws on the moss.
There was constant laughter in the wing room on the east side of the second floor, while the alien girl in the opposite room stared blankly at the eaves. A family of three checked out and left with vigorous steps, and the goblin boy who had just finished washing came into view. Several dishes full of alien continental characteristics
Pastries were placed on the table, and a cup of steaming strong tea reflected the stars. The awkward goblin boy was on pins and needles, but the innkeeper who was dumbfounded was always offering soft words of advice.
The servant's head stuck out of the inner door. The goblin boy became even more anxious when he saw this, while the innkeeper kept asking questions with curious eyes. The servant walked towards the two of them generously, carrying dwarf ale in one hand and a kebab in the other.
The hotel owner suddenly realized and patted his forehead. When he looked at the smaller figure again, he was a little more impressed. The goblin boy opposite, who bowed his head and said nothing, had an even more soothing expression. He arranged the food first and filled the wine glass. The moonlight spreads above the head, the stars fall into the courtyard, the servant is wrestling with a gossip journal, and the innkeeper is already drinking happily. The tan wine bottle is tilted at his feet, and red willow branches as thick as a thumb are scattered on the table, chewy
The salt-baked chicken gizzards tore at the gums, and the oily kidneys covered the lips. The innkeeper under the shade of the tree narrowed his eyes slightly, while the goblin boy opposite was chatting. A series of past events filled the world, and each picture
Zhang's face is naturally lifelike.
With such a nature, he has been an honest person since he was a child. Other friends like to tear the cat's tail, but he always does it gently; other friends always knock over the food bowl, but he is always sanctimonious; other friends always knock over the food bowl, but he is always sanctimonious;
He cried and howled all night long, but he always slept through the night; other friends urinated on him, but he always behaved in an orderly manner. He was not for sale in the eyes of his parents since he was a child, he was well-behaved, docile, and submissive.
After he learned to walk, he leaned against the door. The chattering of his elders became the sweetest note. The jujube tree in the courtyard was the coolest place. The playmates in the alley were dusty, and the candies in their hands were covered with dust. They were brand new.
His leather boots were already filthy, and the paper kite floating in the clouds was gradually drifting away. The goblin boy was still innocent, with countless red lanterns placed at his feet, the old window frames were covered with paper cuts, and the black stove
It exudes a sweet fragrance.
The parents looked at each other and smiled happily, but the nightmare came quietly. The boy timidly came to Alchemy City Academy. The young tutor came into view, and his friends of the same age looked sideways. Countless experimental equipment was piled against the wall.<
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The unfamiliar curtains were embroidered with wrench patterns. He sat quietly in the corner. The milk in the bowl was no longer fragrant, and the snacks on the plate were dry and difficult to swallow.
The class bell rang, and the classmates who had just rushed into the classroom were still panting, but the goblin boy seemed calm and composed. A huge pencil case was placed on the table, and sometimes someone took out a quill, and sometimes someone was
The ink bottle was taken away. The boy seemed to have been used to this, and his only response was an embarrassed childish face. The tutor frowned when he saw this, but the parents' reply made people smile continuously.
The so-called experience is just having suffered all the hardships that should be avoided; the so-called adulthood, in the eyes of adults, is just a pile of anecdotes after dinner. The goblin boy gradually improved, because this timid character gave him a lot of opportunities to learn.
Time, and these time become the capital of exchange of friendship.
Airship propellers are constantly changing, but they are just technological products that are ever-changing; the materials of airbags are constantly changing, but they still have to surrender to gravity; the parabolas of artillery are getting farther and farther, but to put it bluntly, they are just power and rifling.
The perfect fit; the piles of papyrus in front of me are the characteristics that best represent "ordinary people".
The complex experimental topics were all solved easily in front of the boy, but the answer he passed to others during the exam for the first time kept him awake all night. Studying alone during the holidays was boring and boring, but his "best" friends were in the midst of
In the creek on the top of the mountain. The results of the simulation test have become accustomed to nature, and his figure stands on the edge of the red list.
However, the young man after graduating from the academy seemed to be forgotten by the whole world. He lay in bed all day long, waiting for the arrival of another era. The slightly older faces of his parents disappeared into the distance, and two large boxes of luggage were close to him. Next door
The aunt's nails were flying everywhere, and the vendors outside the wall were still selling lunch.
The goblin boy was standing in front of the academy covered in sweat, but at some point, a slender figure came to his side. The familiar voice disturbed his mind, and the blurted "sorry" made the other party laugh. From then on, the two of them became friends.
They are no longer strangers, but two lonely souls, gathered in the same world.
She was young and innocent that year, and the chocolate in her pocket had long since melted and deformed; he was still stupid that year, and the roses behind him pierced his clothes. A patch of red maple separated their sight, and the gusts of autumn wind seemed to recall the wandering soul.
The boy suppressed his blush and put the rose in front of his eyes; the girl blushed and stuffed the soft chocolate into the boy's palm.
When they embraced each other for the first time, he was as rude as a bull, but the girl in his arms was still smiling. The two went hand in hand for four years, and then two years later, and finally formed a company with the approval of each other's parents.
They have a new family. After marriage, the two remain as "docile" as before, living in the rolling world of mortals, floating up and down in the tide of the times...
"The baby will be born in two months. Congratulations. I hope you will always be so happy." Christine looked at the goblin couple in front of her and said softly.
Boom poked Rikka, and Rikka took out two high-grade magic crystals from the dimensional space, all as a response to this rare friendship.
"We are just ordinary goblins, far less powerful than you. Here is the flint made by me. If used normally, it should last a long time."
"Although foreigners are not welcomed in the Rust River Plain, to me personally, any kind-hearted person is the same. Otherwise, my wife and I would not be able to talk to each other now."
The goblin young man handed a dark object to Christine, and then nodded to everyone in Boom. It was night, the bonfire had not been extinguished, and the current situation of the goblin clan was also talked about in the starlight.
Boom's attitude towards such ordinary people has always been this way. However, Rikka, Perseus, and Hastur sneered at this, saying that power is everything, and only the strong are qualified to control them.