Fallen grid shop

Chapter 3 Late Night Visitors
Considering the inconvenience of being an elf, Luoluoyin removed her wings and ears, and put on a cute one-piece dress, looking like a human girl in her early twenties.

She touched Lulu's ears and tail, and carefully hid them with spells. Following Qingti, they came to a bustling street.

The hotels in Winterfell seem to be concentrated on the same street. The atmosphere of that street is very different from before, and it is very lively.

All kinds of hotel owners scrambled to talk about the characteristics of their hotels, making them at a loss for what to do when they were hungry.

Luoluo couldn't help but feel that the world is impermanent, who would have thought that they would be living on the street half an hour ago, but now they would worry about which store is cheaper and more comfortable.

"If it weren't for the weirdness of your city walls and streets, how could there be no guests."

Lulu muttered something in a low voice, but a bearded boss next to her actually heard it, pulled them over and said seriously: "It's a long story, stay in our store, 88% off and I will give it to you personally How about explaining the history of Winterfell, you two think about it."

"Two?" Luoluo asked in surprise, "Aren't there three of us? Huh?"

When she remembered Qingti again, he had long since disappeared, only the brightly lit streets and the innkeepers surrounding them remained.

"Aren't you two people here? It doesn't matter. We have a lot of empty rooms." The bearded boss said while waving his hand, indicating that the others should leave.

"It's two people." Lulu smiled at the boss, and answered him embarrassingly, "She doesn't know how to count, and always can't tell the difference between two and three. I have taught her many times, ah!"

Her back seemed to be pinched, Lu Lu let out a cry of pain, seeing Luo Luo's angry look, Lu Lu almost couldn't laugh out loud.

This hotel is a small single-family building, and the warm yellow lights make people feel warm.

The room they lived in was not big, but it was clean and tidy. There was also a pot of ivy on the balcony, which grew luxuriantly along the balcony fence.

Luoluo lay paralyzed on the bed and didn't want to move, but was forcibly picked up by Lulu and dragged to the restaurant on the first floor for dinner.

The smell of curry filled the whole house, and the proprietress in the kitchen was chubby, but gentle and virtuous.

Seeing them coming in, he smiled politely and signaled them that dinner would be ready soon.

"Would you like a glass of juice, ladies? We just picked our raspberries."

The boss picked up the plate and walked towards the dining table, and handed it to them politely. Lulu said something excitedly, and of course lowered her head to pick up the meal.

Seeing Lulu who was not polite at all, Luoluo had no choice but to thank the boss in embarrassment, and then whispered to Lulu to restrain herself.

"Are you not afraid that the boss will think that we are from the countryside and have never seen the world?"

"What's the matter." Lulu rolled her eyes at her, "Winterfell is such a closed place, what could be more remote than it."

After tea and dinner, Lulu excitedly asked her boss about the city, but Luoluo only felt sleepy, and turned her head back to the bedroom.

She is not interested in history, and she has always had a natural resistance to this kind of historical stories.

Just like in school when she was a child, she was tired of listening to the wars, plots, and historical events in history class, and she was disgusted with all things that disrupted the balance.

Perhaps, it is due to nature, the elf blood flowing in her bones forces her to maintain the balance of everything, or, because of Cang Yue's sacrifice, she has already become a person who can only accept balance.

Luoluo fell asleep thinking about the past at school and fell asleep at some point. In a trance, she heard someone knocking on the balcony window. The knocking sound was not loud, like the sound of raindrops hitting the window.

"It's raining," Luoluo murmured.

Luoluo fell asleep again and had a dream. In the dream, she was standing under a silk tree. The huge tree covered the sky, the sky was gray, and the raindrops were patting her face. She was a little cold.

At this time, a human girl about seventeen or eighteen years old came from not far away, with a clean and delicate face, without any emotion.

She didn't seem to notice Luo Luo, she went straight to the tree, clasped her hands together, and said something seriously.

"It's so cold."

"Of course you'll be cold if you don't cover yourself with a quilt."

Luoluo suddenly heard a familiar voice from above her head, and she sat up in fright.

"Qingti?" Luoluo was startled when she saw the young man who was about to help her cover the quilt in front of her, "How did you get in?"

"I saw that your balcony window was open. I knocked twice and you answered me, so I came in."

Luoluo grabbed the pillow on the bed and threw it towards the boy: "Bastard, don't you know that girls' rooms are not allowed to enter casually?"

"I don't know, I rarely come into contact with other people." Qingti took the pillow and handed it to Luoluo with a smile, "Oh, don't worry about these details."

Luoluo was still resentful at first, but when Qingti grinned, she couldn't get angry anymore, so she could only ask him resentfully: "Do gods actually help other people solicit customers? How much do these innkeepers give you?"

"How come! Those humans can't see me at all, okay? And I said I'm not a god."

"Then the customers who came to our store were always the barbs you let out, right? It made you so tall and stalwart."

"Ah? Is there? Hahaha."

Luoluo looked at Qingti sitting on the chair and casually playing with oranges, trying to drive him away: "I'm so sleepy, why are you looking for me in the middle of the night?"

"I want to ask you for help." Qingti suddenly felt a little shy, walked to Luoluo's bed, lowered her head and whispered with red ears, "I heard a monk passing by here say that you are selling wishes, and the price is A token."

"Not all, he probably didn't explain it clearly to you." Luoluo pulled back the quilt and got in, closing her eyes again.

"As long as you sell it, I'm willing to pay any price." Although Qing Ti blushed, her eyes were full of sincerity, and she looked at Luo Luo firmly.

"It's true to sell the wish, but the token I recovered is the emotional object of the first encounter. If a contract is signed, then the emotion it carries will also be recovered by me, including related memories, related items, etc. will all disappear."

Seemingly feeling that there was no sound, Luoluo stopped talking, she opened her eyes and looked at Qingti beside the bed, he lowered his head and stopped talking.

After a long time, he wandered to the balcony and asked Luoluo a strange question: "Sister Luoluo, I haven't made up my wish yet, but can I come to you again?"

"Of course you can."

"Okay." As soon as the words fell, Qingti jumped out of the fence and jumped out of the balcony, disappearing into the night.Luoluo looked at the back and sighed, thinking silently, doesn't this kid know there is such a thing as a door?

The clock on the wall showed that it was two o'clock in the morning. It seemed that Lulu had a very happy chat with the owner of the hotel.

Luoluo got up and drank a glass of ice water, closed the window and huddled under the quilt.I don't know if it's because of drinking ice water, but her sober consciousness reminded her that she might suffer from insomnia tonight.

(End of this chapter)