"Cheers!" Fang Xiaoling drank all the beer in the beer glass. "Ha~ I haven't been this happy for a long time."
"Ah - my head is still dizzy now." Li Mengling next to her poured juice into an empty cup, "It's all my fault, Sister Luo Lan, for tricking me into riding a roller coaster three times. I never want to ride that thing again in my life. .”
Roland peeled the prawns in his hands and smiled without saying a word.
"It's like a dream..." Li Mengli looked at the pattering raindrops outside the window and murmured, "Does this world really exist?"
These words made the smiles on the other three faces freeze.
Roland put the peeled shrimp on Li Mengli's plate and said, "You don't need to determine whether the world exists, you just need to determine whether you exist."
"Yes, yes! You are still alive now. Isn't this the best outcome?"
After Li Mengling finished speaking, Fang Xiaoling immediately touched her with her elbow. At the same time, she looked at Luo Lan and said coquettishly, "Sister Luo Lan! I want to eat shrimp too, why don't you peel one for me too? Isn't that too partial?"
"You are not a child. You are almost thirty, and you are still acting like a little girl."
"Who's almost thirty?! I'm only twenty-four after all, okay?!" Fang Xiaoling said as she glanced at Li Mengli, who was sitting opposite. She stared at the empty cup on the table with a solemn expression.
During the brief silence, the three people quickly exchanged glances.
Roland stood up first and said, "Shall we change the scene?"
"Okay!" Fang Xiaoling agreed, "Why don't we go watch a midnight movie together? Horror movies are very exciting!"
"Have I died before?" Li Mengli's eyes were still on the empty cup in front of her. There was still red dragon juice hanging on the edge of the cup. She asked, then slowly raised her head and looked directly into Fang Xiaoling's eyes. , "Sister Xiaoling, you have to answer me truthfully."
Why me?
This was Fang Xiaoling's first feeling, and then she felt a little dazed again. What Li Mengli asked just now was, "Have I died before?" or "Am I alive now?"
The scorching gaze made Fang Xiaoling's brain buzz. She wanted to ask Roland for help, but when she looked over, Roland suddenly disappeared. Everything around her began to shake violently and collapse. At an inadvertent moment, the entire The world has fallen into a void of darkness.
All that was left was Li Mengli's eyes, which were almost as cold as corpses. Her tone almost turned into torture, which sounded from all directions in the darkness at the same time.
"Fang Xiaoling, am I alive now?"
Fang Xiaoling opened her eyes suddenly, and her respiratory tract seemed to spasm, causing the inhaled air to be intermittent. Little Roland was sitting on the carpet drawing at this time. Seeing that she was awake, he held the oil pastel in his hand and pointed at it and said, "Bad dog, sleep." Great awakening.”
Fortunately it was a dream...
Fang Xiaoling recalled the dream sequence almost from back to front. When she recalled the scene of four people clinking wine glasses, she suddenly felt a little disappointed.
Unfortunately it's a dream.
"Little Luolan, we can't waste any more time." Fang Xiaoling stood up with difficulty, feeling as if she had just experienced a war, and her whole body was in abnormal pain, but this feeling quickly disappeared.
She walked up to little Roland and continued, "You need to get in touch with more high-level people in the demon clan and try your best to... Oh my god, what are you painting?"
Fang Xiaoling stared at the painting on the paper in shock and asked sharply, "Did you draw this?!"
Little Luolan was startled, and the red oil pastel in her hand fell to the ground. She just looked at Fang Xiaoling in horror, but did not dare to answer.
The lines of the oil pastel fall densely on the paper, which looks very abstract, but you can still identify the two human figures drawn by the black lines.
Is it a coincidence? Fang Xiaoling carefully observed the distorted expressions on the faces of the two people. It seemed that lines drawn randomly in the external environment had inadvertently penetrated the faces, causing them to look like the facial features of those two people.
But the red patches on the two people's bodies were obviously painted deliberately.
Is it blood?
Just when Fang Xiaoling was tormented by the horror emanating from this painting, little Luolan said two more terms that made her collapse even more.
"Dad, mom."
"Roland!" Fang Xiaoling scolded, "Why do you want to draw such a thing?"
"Dad." Little Roland picked up the red oil pastel and connected a line between the red colors of the two bodies, "Love Mom."
"What does the red you painted mean?"
"is love."
call--
Fang Xiaoling breathed a long sigh of relief. Maybe she was too nervous. She looked at the painting again and understood the red as words of love. The painting seemed to become warm again.
But in a daze, she seemed to see two more people lying in a pool of blood.
One painting and two completely different feelings alternated back and forth in her mind.
She turned away and looked at the door not far away, "Little Roland, you have to take me out to get familiar with this place. The leader seems to like you very much. You should have the privilege of free movement in the demon clan."
"There's a bad guy out there."
"Don't worry, I will protect you." Fang Xiaoling lowered her body, "Don't you want to ride a big horse? Come, let me take you out to play, okay?"
"Okay! Ride the big horse!" Little Luolan climbed up and grabbed Fang Xiaoling's ears, "Drive!"
Fang Xiaoling led her to the door, "I don't have any hands, please open the door."
Little Roland's hand hung in front of the doorknob, and his tone suddenly became serious, "If I merged with other soul fragments and became the real Roland, would you still play with me like this?"
Fang Xiaoling was stunned for a moment. She couldn't see the expression on Xiao Luolan's face at this time, but she could feel the serious attitude from his tone.
So she answered seriously, "If Roland is willing, of course I will, but she is always so unsmiling..."
"I'm very lonely!" Little Roland interrupted her, "Promise me that no matter where I am, you will be my good friend forever."
Fang Xiaoling quietly felt the almost non-existent weight on her back, and then said firmly, "Of course, Mom and Dad's favorite Roland."
The door opened a crack, and the light became darker. Fang Xiaoling stuck her head out and observed carefully.
"Are you hungry?" The leader sat on the sofa opposite the door, gently shaking the red wine glass in his hand, "It looks like you two are getting along very well."
"Ah..." Fang Xiaoling felt very uncomfortable. The leader seemed to have been staring at the door. "The master said she was hungry and ordered me to come out and take her to find food."
"Very good." The leader squinted his eyes and raised a smile, "Xue Linghu, you are very smart and can position yourself correctly. This is rare for a new force who has just joined the demon clan."
After saying that, the leader slowly took a sip of wine, and after swallowing it, he continued, "I will make you Nuwa's demon pet. Your main responsibility is to accompany Nuwa. As for the level...under the seven demon spirits, other Are you satisfied with being above the demon clan?"
Nuwa? According to the leader, this title refers to little Roland. There was no such title yesterday, and it seemed that he had just thought of it, but why would he call a little girl Nuwa?
"Thank you, Master, for your cultivation! I will perform well."
(End of chapter)
