Quick Wear: Driving Gods in a Dark Fairy Tale

The air was stagnant for a moment.

Baijun laughed softly, with a hint of subtle ridicule, and asked back: "If they are both bread, what's the difference?"

Filga explained it carefully and patiently.

"Although they are both bread, white bread is made with more refined ingredients than brown bread and tastes better."

Baijun lowered his eyes, turned around and walked away, "Oh, then you eat it."

Filga: "Because the staple food doesn't suit your taste, you don't even want to eat the side dishes?"

Bai Jun paused, "No, I have no appetite. I feel physiologically nauseous when I hear or see bread."

“It doesn’t matter how good the bread is.”

Filga frowned slightly, "I remember that you didn't seem to have this problem before."

Bai Jun said cheerfully, "Everything will change. It doesn't matter if you have a few more problems. As long as you are alive and well, that's enough."

After saying this, he went upstairs.

Logically speaking, this should be a scenario that is extremely suitable for expressing disgust by turning your face away.

But in fact, apart from Baijun's light ridicule that the bread was no different, Filga did not feel any emotion from him, not even a trace of dissatisfaction or disgust.

If I must say,

It wasn't that he really hated the bread that was the main course of this meal.

As for the physiological nausea, it was all bullshit - he was too lazy to even pretend.

His emotions and his behavior are completely inconsistent.

Filga was also wondering why he behaved like this.

In fact, in Filga's impression, Baijun should like bread very much, but he just doesn't eat it often.

After all, most fairy tale backgrounds are derivatives created by the creators based on the times they live in. Therefore, the fairy tale world born from fairy tales will more or less carry the colors and limitations of that era.

Cakes and bread, which are now considered boring in the human era, were absolute rarity in the 19th century.

The same is true for the fairy tale world that was created in the 19th century.

In the native world of white fungi, white bread is really a rare thing.

Except for the nobles, no one could afford to eat white bread in that world. The poor people lived on black bread made from wheat bran.

It sounds like they are both bread and there is not much difference, but in fact there is a world of difference between them.

Bai Jun's temper wasn't as good as it is now. To be more precise, he wasn't as pretentious as he is now.

All emotions were revealed completely.

He was born to enjoy life, and he was crazy in a sober and thorough way.

When Baijun was sitting on the river bank, stepping on a human head and pushing it into the water to drown, while carelessly peeling bread crusts and throwing them away, and suddenly looked up and smiled at Him on the other side of the river——

He knew what a wicked lunatic this would be.

What surprised Filga was that Baijun just smiled at him and then continued to peel the outer layer of the bread as if no one was around.

He peeled off the golden and soft crust piece by piece and threw it into the river, where the fish in the river fought over it. As he moved, the snow-white and soft bread crumbs inside gradually emerged.

Only after he had peeled off all the outer crust of the bread did he eat the peeled bread core bite by bite.

Only after he finished eating did he move his feet and let the dead body float away along the river.

The corpse rolled in the turbulent river, and its original upside-down floating posture changed to a supine position, so that the face was clearly exposed.

Even with the hair sticking to his cheeks blocking his view, Filga could still see the corpse clearly.

how to say?

He was 80% similar to Bai Jun, who was now walking towards him on the wooden bridge with a cold expression.