War of the Roses

I walked in the front, secretly glanced at the two masters pressing the team, and asked in a low voice, "Who are they?"

Lin Qiong wiped away her tears and walked beside me contentedly. He was surprised and disgusted when he heard this: "Fry, why don't you even know basic common sense? I shouldn't have asked you to be a teammate in the first place!"

Damn, I haven't said that yet, you said it!I rolled up my sleeves and planned to fight, but Lin Qiong took out the crusade guide and stood in front of me. I forced a mouthful of blood and put down my sleeves silently.

The head can be broken, the blood can flow, but the guide cannot be lost.This includes a series of things such as town maps, work procedures, introductions of important figures, introductions of the devil and his subordinates, etc. Most importantly, because the devil revived many towns and cities were destroyed, and the kingdom’s funds were insufficient, each team only issued one copy. Damage will not be repaired.When Frye took this, he heard a soldier next to him yell, "Why are you fighting the devil if you're so poor!"

Lin Qiong picked up the thin metal-rimmed glasses hanging around his neck with a thin thread, clamped them on the bridge of his flattened nose, opened the guide, and handed it to me: "Look, it's these two."

I have changed my opinion of Lin Qiong a little bit.It turned out that he didn't deliberately block me with the guide, but was seriously answering my question.But even so, I don't want to forgive him, a useless mage is not qualified to be forgiven.

I reached out to pick up the guide, but halfway the guide was robbed by the thief Jerry.He and the male priest Heath read the above words aloud, of course, for the purpose of mocking me: "Kulongu, the greatest warrior in the kingdom, was born 100 years ago and was killed in several demon king invasions. The devil... sounds like a celebrity! Jerry, have you heard of him?"

"I know! We seem to have a statue of him there - by the way, Fry, we seem to have grown up in the same place! Don't you know the great hero Kulongu?"

"There's no way, Frye probably can't bear more than girls in his head. Speaking of girls, look at this - Fafe, who started as a little maid in the Great Temple, is now an orchestra Looks like an inspirational story!"

"You're wrong about one thing, Heath."

"Oh?"

"She's not a girl anymore. She's also in her nineties, old enough to be a mother to Fry's grandmother." Jerry hissed like a contented viper.

"Jerry!" I yelled.I don't want to listen to him anymore, I want to shut him up.I punched him in the head, not to flatten him like a slug - although he does have a lot in common with a slug - I just wanted to turn him into a A quiet, shadowy thief.

But neither of my wishes came true: Jerry dodged my attack deftly; I forgot to tell you. It seems that there is indeed a real girl who never forgets you. Every time she sends me a letter, she asks me to bring it to you!"

My heart skipped a beat and I tried to read the words on the envelope, but Jerry stuffed the letter back into his clothes quickly: "It's too dangerous, such a lovely girl is about to be robbed of her flawless heart by poor Fry." , fortunately she met me. Let me correct her mistakes that she didn't recognize clearly. "

"Jerry—" I yelled sternly, not really bothering to argue with him.Names popped up in my mind one by one.Could it be Jana?No, she's always been honest with me; or Calvin?That tomboy would never let Jerry take a letter from anyone he liked; and Vera?That is a lovely girl with many suitors, we haven't spoken much, does she like me?

However, my gorgeous fantasy was interrupted by "The Great Hero Kulongu".When it comes to Kulongu, I have a few words to say: I think he is a liar, thanks to my complex emotions towards him before, such as gratitude, jealousy, dissatisfaction and so on.He looked like a totally young man!If I had known that he was a hundred-year-old man who couldn't get any older, I wouldn't care about anything with him, and would only respect him like a grandfather—that's how old people should be treated.

Of course, later Lin Qiong told me that Lin Qiong could live to be at least four hundred years old, and proportionally speaking, he was equivalent to 25 years old. I scoffed at this calculation method: Can age and experience be calculated proportionally?Can knowledge do it?Is it okay to have pleasure and pain?A hundred years old is a hundred years old, already an old man!

The old man, of course, pointed to the magma spring in front of him with a youthful face and asked, "Is this where you came from before?"

I struggled to identify it, and answered him in the same sweet and caring tone as I used to my grandpa: "Yes! It's here! You see, that's the cave I told you about before! But, look, it's not easy to get there, but There's no way over the lava springs to get up there!"

Alas, at this time, this old man was self-willed again. Before I finished speaking, he grabbed my clothes and said to the rest of the people: "You guys wait here." Then, he held me like this, With a heavy step on the ground, he jumped up relying on the reaction force of the force that cracked the ground, as if flying above a magma spring.

I hugged his thigh in fright: Damn it!There is hot magma below!If I fall, there will be no ashes left!

Of course, Kulongu couldn't make a mistake, he landed in the cave correctly-in fact, the cave is quite spacious as a landing point, not as small as it looks from the outside.I knelt on the ground and calmed down for a long time. Looking back, I found that Fafe hadn't followed. She was sitting by the lava spring talking to my little friends, laughing while talking.

My eyes are red with jealousy, why can they talk to girls—women, but I am in such a dangerous place!This cave is hot and deep, and I don't know what to encounter inside.

And Kulongu touched his chin and ordered me to say, "Go in and have a look."

I opened my mouth wide, pointed at myself and asked, "Me?"

"Yes, it's you." Kulong ordered concisely, "Go!"

From these two words, I read threats, persecution and impatience. I gritted my teeth and asked for my own life: "Is there any danger?"

"There will be no danger. The person inside is the watchman we sent to observe the movements of the Demon King. He... is a gentle and honest person."

In fact, after seeing the watchman, I was very suspicious of Kulongu's words.But before that, I did succeed in being soothed by him, and even walked into the depths of the cave with some joy.The further you go into the cave, the more spacious it becomes, and the innermost part is like a magnificent palace!Small animals and familiars that I can't name are busy inside, running under my feet, holding equal materials in their hands.I followed them and found that their destination was a half-built castle—a miniature version, of course.

On the edge of the castle, there was another person observing the construction of the castle with great interest, and behind him was a whole dragon.As a human being, I can't tell the difference between a dragon and a dragon, but I don't think there is any difference between this dragon and the one called the fungus.

The dragon snorted and told me dissatisfiedly: "My name is Mutaisiluopuer."

Well, that's almost fungus.Wait, this dragon can read minds?

"Mind-reading?" Long tilted his head, "Oh, you guys are too noisy, you can actually speak with two voices, and you can prevent others from hearing one of them. Our dragon can only speak with one voice."

I carefully walked around its tail, walked up to another person, and boldly asked: "Excuse me, are you the watchman of the devil?"

"Shhh—" he put his index finger in front of his lips, telling me to be quiet, "the castle is almost finished."

I had no choice but to shut up and watch the little animals build castles with him.When I look carefully, I feel that the structure of this castle is exquisite and complicated, with layers of dense patterns on it, but none of them are carved out, and all rely on the placement of materials.

Both the little animals and the familiar are manipulated by the one in front of them, that is to say, the creator of this wonderful work is actually this one.Thinking of this, I looked at him with a very reverent gaze, trying to express my yearning for virtue and admiration for him with this silent language.

Of course, when the artist is obsessed with creation, he doesn't care about the eyes of the young people.The watchman rested his chin in his hands, motionless, his eyes full of expectation.It wasn't until the castle was completely finished that I dared to congratulate: "It's done! Great! This is really—"

The opponent stretched out his hand and knocked down the entire castle.The colorful pebbles were scattered all over the ground, and the castle that was still eye-catching and moving just now was only a pile of wreckage, like a child's graffiti graffiti.

My voice stopped abruptly, startled and angry, I couldn't help raising the volume: "What are you doing!"

The other party turned to look at me with a very surprised expression: "If I don't pay attention - I just want to touch it. Forget it, it's too weak. I'll try another structure next time."

I don't think he did it on purpose, after all who would ruin their own well-crafted creations?I comforted him a few words, then explained the purpose of my visit, and finally told him: "Master Kulongu is waiting for you outside, he asked me to come and find you."

"Kurong is here?" The watchman's expression was interesting for a moment.I thought it was joy, but it didn't take long before it turned into distress.The watchman stood up and walked back and forth in this magnificent palace. The small animals on the ground panicked and rose into the air one by one, bursting into bubbles. The fungus dragon just opened its mouth wide to say something, and floated up. Burst like a giant balloon.

Amid its deafening explosion, the watchman approached me, placing his hands solemnly on my shoulders: "My little friend, you have to do me a favor."

"Is... what?"

"Tell him that there is no one in this cave, only a letter." A bubble popped out of the watchman's hand, and the bubble quickly shrank and materialized into a letter. "Give this letter to him, and your mission is over." gone."

"But--"

"Thank you, little friend." The watchman turned me around, pushed me behind my back, and I couldn't control myself and walked out.

The author has something to say: To be honest, I think the words in each chapter are quite silly, and it seems that I am a chatterbox, but someone told me that it is more kind, and I want to be a kind person_(:зゝ∠)_

After writing two chapters, I didn't get into the topic very much. I may really be a chatterbox. . .