God Killer: Star Weaver

Qinghe Tavern.

As if nothing had happened, the place was as lively and lively as ever, with the sounds of clinking wine bowls, rough laughter, and endless conversations.

Ling Chen's face was as pale as the maids around him. He was wiping the wine table with a torn rag. The wine bowls were staggered on it, as if there were still residual warmth from the hands of the drinkers who had left the table. He needed to clean up quickly and greet the next table of drinkers.

"I don't know what's going on over there, it's too far away..."

Ling Chen muttered to himself, because he self-destructed his sensing body and lost all his perception, his face was very ugly. Self-destruction is different from dissipation. The latter only changes from order to disorder, while the former symbolizes Real physical destruction.

But fortunately, the power of perception is different from the power of star weaving. This power is generated in his body, so he only needs to rest for a period of time to recover. However, he is not used to the complete lack of perception in his body, which leads to extreme weakness.

"That man in black robe should be a big character, probably even stronger than Yun Yongshou and the others... I don't know if the plan will succeed, I'm really worried."

"No matter what, if you help them completely destroy that land, the elves shouldn't have much of a problem if they have light...

After wiping away the cold sweat on his forehead, Ling Chen dipped the rag into the water and scrubbed it several times. The water gradually turned turbid.

Looking up at the tavern, Ling Chen rolled up his sleeves and repeatedly scrubbed the rag. He didn't know if Yun Yongshou would leave him here after being a casual guest in the tavern. He could only choose to do it in the short night before the restaurant opened. Execute this plan.

"Kid, clear up our table too!"

Just when Ling Chen was thinking about what was happening over there with a gloomy expression, a rough shout sounded from behind him. The former immediately stood up and forced out an ugly smile: "Here he comes."

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"Everyone, it's closed. Go back to the rest area."

A few hours later, as the night grew darker, Yun Yongshou stood on the rebuilt stage and spoke to the audience.

With a burst of laughter, the drinkers also stood up one after another, bowed their hands to Yun Yongshou on the stage, and then rushed towards the door, walked to the activity area, and then dispersed.

"Where should I sleep?" Ling Chen looked at the dispersed drinkers and maids, already extremely weak, and asked Yun Yongshou softly.

"You must sleep wherever you slept last night. Remember to lock the door of the tavern before leaving." Yun Yongshou glanced at Ling Chen and said calmly. His face had no expression but it was not as cold as before. He seemed to be interested in Ling Chen. I was quite satisfied with my performance of arriving at the tavern on time to do some work. Then I gave a few instructions and left the tavern with a wave of my sleeves.

"Well?"

Looking at Yun Yongshou leaving, Ling Chen was stunned for a moment, nodded slightly, and put all the wooden benches on the table one by one according to his instructions. He also left the tavern and turned around to go to the attic of the building next to him.

Gently pushing the door open, Ling Chen slowly stepped into this somewhat familiar luxurious room. What caught his eye was the girl he hadn't seen for a day. The latter was sitting in front of a table and chair made of red elm wood. She put her hands on her chin and stared blankly at the moonlight outside the window. When she saw Ling Chen come in, she turned to look at him. The latter's pale face made her slightly startled, and then she immediately stood up and bowed Yingying.

"You're back."

Ling Chen glanced at the beautiful girl under the cold moonlight and warm candlelight, and felt warm in his heart. Then he smiled and nodded, took out the spear from behind and thrust it in front of the same pillar, and asked softly :

"Where did you go during the day?"

Hearing this, Qinghe smiled lightly: "The museum owner won't let me stay in a room with sunlight during the day, and will take me to a basement before dawn."

As soon as the word "basement" came into his ears, Ling Chen's whole body trembled like a conditioned reflex. The smile on his face disappeared instantly. There was murderous intent in his eyes. He immediately turned his head to Qinghe: "Basement, what kind of basement?"

"Ah?" Startled by Ling Chen's reaction, Qing He immediately replied: "It's the same room as here, except there is no sunlight."

Slowly breathing a sigh of relief, Ling Chen nodded. It seemed that Yun Yongshou and the others were not as crazy as Pudorduo and Tuoerbo, but he still frowned and asked, "Do you know why they don't let you see them during the day?" To the sunshine?”

Hearing this, Qinghe was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and then shook his head: "I... I'm not sure about this, it's always been like this. Ling Chen, you don't look good. Did something happen during the day?"

"It's nothing, it's a long story... I'll tell you when I have the chance in the future." Ling Chen smiled bitterly, and did not choose to tell Qinghe everything out of caution. After all, he didn't know whether this room was as safe as it seemed. and concealment.

"Okay." Qinghe also nodded obediently without asking any more questions.

"What are you writing?" Ling Chen's solemn expression also softened. He took a few steps closer and looked at the elm table where Qing He was sitting at his desk. There was a roll of yellowish paper spread on it, and there were also carefully placed items beside it. Ink pen. The paper was densely written with some elegant and neat words and various symbols, but it was a pity that he couldn't understand them all.

"Just passing the long night..." Qinghe chuckled and said: "Because I have been here for a long time, the outside world to me is only the night sky outside the window, so I like to observe her. I like to watch the stars and the moon, for a long time After that, I found that they still seemed to be moving, and even had some regularity, so I thought I could do some research to the best of my ability through some knowledge I had read before I came here.”

"I almost forgot, you are a scholar." Hearing this, Ling Chen nodded thoughtfully. He couldn't understand what Qinghe meant about the regular movement of the stars and the moon, but judging from the latter's serious handwriting, it was indeed It is the work of a scholar.

In the few memories he had left, he could recall this scene and a similar situation he encountered in the cave before coming, except that Yu Xiu used stone as a pen to carve words on the rock wall.

"I don't know what happened to that guy Xiu." Ling Chen murmured in his heart. He looked at the paper in front of him casually and found that it was several layers thick. He was slightly surprised. It seemed that Qinghe was really working on it seriously. This research, and the time span is not short.

"She can actually find something she likes to do in such a dark environment, and she has been doing it for so long." Ling Chen looked at the thick stack of paper in front of him, thinking deeply.

"It's late at night, Ling Chen, let's rest..." Qing He took a few steps closer, looked at Ling Chen's pale face, and said softly. Maybe it was the candlelight that made her fair cheeks blush a little.

"Okay." Ling Chen, who was thoughtful, just wanted to refuse, but seemed to remember what Qing He said before, and then he could only nod.

Seeing that Ling Chen actually agreed, Qing He was a little surprised, but he immediately approached Ling Chen and stretched out his jade hand to help the latter take off his clothes.

Ling Chen smiled, waved his hand, and then sat on the big bed in a flash. He smiled at Qing He and said, "I can sleep just sitting down."

Qing He, who only saw a gust of wind passing by, was stunned for a moment, then turned around, covered his mouth and chuckled: "Is this so? But your sleeping posture last night was not like this."

"Huh?" Ling Chen exclaimed in surprise, and then smiled sheepishly. Qinghe was probably the first person to see his sleeping posture.

Seeing Qing He chuckle, Ling Chen also shook his head, then waved his palm, a breeze flashed by, and the candles were extinguished. Under the darkness, the embarrassed expression will not be noticed by the former.

Qing He was slightly startled when he saw that Ling Chen could accurately control the wind with just his movements. Then he slowly walked to the bed and slowly lay down next to Ling Chen.

"Thank you for your hard work." Qinghe closed his eyes and said softly.

"Do you know what I did?" Ling Chen's question came from the darkness, with a hint of nervousness in his tone.

"I don't know...but if you want to tell me, I'll listen."

"I can't tell you this, but I'm really tired."

"Can you sleep? Like last night."

"There are so many things on my mind that I may not be able to sleep."

"Then let me sing to you?"

"Singing? What do you mean?"

"That's it…"

Qinghe closed his eyes and smiled softly.

The silence lasted for a while.

Qing He slowly sat up, her red lips slightly opened, and with the fluctuation of her orchid-like breath, she sang a beautiful voice softly.

The melody flowed out slowly in her light voice, gently touching Ling Chen's heart and entering his mind. Like the night wind blowing over the sparkling lake, echoing in the valley.

With the rise and fall of each note, Ling Chen felt that his tense body gradually relaxed, and the irritability in his heart was gradually calmed down.

Amidst the refreshing singing, Ling Chen also lay down gently and gradually fell into a sweet and deep dream.