Cthulhu Grocery Store

What is it?

Shendai Wugu unconsciously concentrated, staring at Naia's mouth shape.

"——I am your loyal fan." Naiya showed a trace of shyness on her face, "I am a friend of the musician who got your manuscript by chance, and I saw your work by accident. Inextricable."

"That's right, I actually came to disturb you on purpose because I found out that you lived nearby." Naia lowered her head like a dog who had done something wrong, "I'm very sorry, I know it's rude, but I really I don't know how to convey my feelings, how to establish contact with you, I can only use such a clumsy method to get your attention."

The reversal of form is too fast!

Shendai Wugu held his beating heart, he was ready to deal with the perverted stalker, but it turned out to be a fan?

Well, although I feel that this behavior has risen to that kind of illegitimate fan, it seems not very good, but it is enough to make people feel fresh for the god Dai Wugu who always thinks that he is an ordinary person.

"...Really? Uh, I mean." Under Naia's gaze full of emotion, Kindai Kiriko was a little shy, "Do you really think it's a good song?"

In reality, no one cared about him, and the treatment that was directly listed as a banned song in the dream made him give up the unrealistic idea, but in the end, he ushered in a turning point?

Although it's just an avid fan, it's enough for God Dai Wugu!

Even the affirmation of one person is enough to make him happy.

"Of course it's true." Naia's eyes became serious, and she said solemnly, "I fall asleep to the music every day."

"Um, that's unnecessary..."

Saying this on the mouth, there was a little smile in the eyes of Shendai Wugu, and the little suspicion in his heart was blown away by the wind. Mr. Naiya is obviously a very good person.

A confidant is rare, how can someone who can appreciate his music be a bad person!

"Sorry, I misunderstood you."

Liudao Mu's eyes slowly went blank, as if he understood everything.

Hehe, the longest road he has traveled is the routine of your outer gods.

Under the witness of Liu Dao Mu, who dared not speak out, Naia, as a fan leader, strongly settled beside Shendai Wugu, leaving a deep enough impression on people.

At first, Liudaokui thought it was a car overturned by the foreign god who didn't know how to restrain himself, but it turned out to be the king's operation, and he dropped his jaw in shock. The confidant of life.

Naia still glanced at Liu Dao Mu intentionally or unintentionally at this time, with a warning in his eyes, Liu Dao naturally dared not make a sound, as long as you are happy.

……

Godai Wugu is very happy recently. He feels that he has more friends. Although Mr. Naia is a bit weird, he can really chat and speak nicely. He really likes staying with Naia to discuss music.

In addition to Fyodor who came here suddenly to recommend himself, the strange art group has more people.

After several people exchanged their contact information, Komoko Komidai felt that painting and music should have a lot in common, so he found a chance to introduce Mr. Love to Naia. Fyodor had Having met Lovecraft, this visit can be regarded as a formal introduction.

Naia ignored Fyodor who took the initiative to approach him, and looked up and down at Lovecraft subtly. He didn't say anything, but asked, "Why do you want to introduce me to the artist?"

God Dai Wugu: "Hey, I just think that Mr. Naia and Mr. Love are a bit similar..."

Naia's eyes lit up.

"But I can't tell where it looks like." Kindai Kirito scratched his hair, his expression was tangled, his eyes flicked back and forth between Lovecraft and Naia, trying to say something but couldn't break through the window paper.

"It's because of the temperament of being an artist." Fyodor said calmly under Naia's gaze, and successfully induced Kiriko on the age of God, "So that's how it is!"

After Shendai Wugu got the answer, he no longer struggled with this question. He looked at Fyodor and was taken aback by his face: "Are you uncomfortable? Why is your face so pale?"

The well-meaning Russian is really not in the right state at the moment. Although he can't see it from the outside, he is actually enduring the faint malice of the three pillar gods who are close at hand. At Naia's level, pinching him to death is no better than pinching him to death. It took a lot of effort to kill a small bug, but because of the fact that God Dai Wugu was here, most of his malice had been restrained, and even a little bit of emotion would be enough to distort Fyodor's inspiration.

Fyodor put on a pale face under the pressure that can drive a madman, and squeezed out a smile: "Is there any, maybe it's a little unacceptable."

"Ah, speaking of which, you have been wearing very thick clothes. Is it cold?" Shendai Wugu asked the question that he had always wanted to ask in his heart.

"Because I'm used to it." Fyodor said softly, "This outfit reminds me of my hometown."

"That's right," Shendai Wugu was very interested in Russia, which he had never been to, although his impression of that place was only ice and snow, "What kind of place is it?"

"It's a very cold place. The temperature can reach above zero for only a few months in a year, and it can reach minus [-] degrees in winter. It is very cold and beautiful in winter, and there is a beauty of dying life." Feio Dole said softly, seeing that Shendai Wugu became interested, and continued to speak in a low voice.

Naia watched this scene with a smile, she didn't seem to care, her mental tentacles quietly extended, and when God Dai Wugu didn't notice, she contacted Lovecraft who was dazed by the side.

'Your Excellency Cthulhu is the first god to arrive here. '

Lovecraft's sluggish eyes turned for a moment, 'So what? '

'No, it's just a trivial curiosity. I'm curious about everything about the Lord of the Age of God, such as why does he accept believers?Obviously, he never responded to the ants in the past. '

This is also something Naia can't figure out. Human believers have no use for foreign gods. They are just toys to pass the time. It makes sense to play with ants with innocent children. Of course, the supreme Lord Azathoth has no such interest. Without this kind of will, mere ants will not be able to gain that person's mercy, this is the common sense of the Outer Gods.

'I don't know' Lovecraft still looked dejected, 'I'm not interested. '

He just followed Master Azathoth's will, and he wasn't interested at all as to why this will came about.

Naia has nothing to do with this Buddhist Cthulhu. Why didn't he see that this guy has this kind of personality before? He obviously took a great opportunity to monopolize the Father God's side in the early stage, but what else? Do neither, exactly the same as that guy Yog.

Even the anomaly that happened to my father didn't go into the slightest bit.

Naia sighed and retracted her spiritual tentacles, watching the cunning fox-like disciple approach my father and talk with cold eyes.

He was not on this planet before, but he is not ignorant of the situation here, but he is as high as ever and expects the farce that humans will bring him, and plays with human despair as he has done for countless years.

But it wouldn't be fun if my father was involved in this farce.

In the final analysis, it is just a mere ants, trying to calculate the gods in vain, if it is any other outer god Naia can take it as fun.

But if the target is Master Azathoth, it can't be regarded as missing.

Naia looked at Fyodor again, her smile became brighter again, and the suffocating pressure once again squeezed Fyodor's living space.

Fyodor didn't seem to realize it, and continued to chat with Shendai Wugu.

Even though his back was soaked in cold sweat.

This feeling is really long gone.

It's like an ant making small moves in front of a giant. If you don't pay attention, you will be trampled on the soles of your feet. It's like dancing on the tip of a knife, and your life is hanging by a thread.This long-lost feeling that even his own life was out of control reminded him of his childhood.

Fyodor's heart was beating violently, which brought a sickly blush to his pale cheeks.

Shendai Wugu stopped chattering and glanced at him cautiously: "Mr. Fyodor, are you sick? You have a strange face."

"Is there?" The pale Russian smiled brightly, trying his best to endure the exaggerated arc of his mouth, but the madness still leaked from his eyes.

Shendai Wugu was startled for a moment.

Fyodor quickly restrained his emotions that shouldn't be shown, and pretended to be weak, covered his mouth with his hands and coughed a few times: "It's okay, it's an old problem, where did we talk before?"

Shendai Wugu looked at him carefully, making sure that Fyodor was fine, and then continued: "We just said that you are very good at playing the cello."

"Oh, yes," Fyodor smiled shyly, "This is one of the few hobbies I have, but unfortunately people around me are not interested in music, so I can't wait to hear that you like musical instruments. I want to talk about this aspect, because I rarely met people of my age who like classical instruments before, so I didn’t cause you any trouble, did I?”

The expression of the Russian is sincere and a little bit embarrassed. It is completely a weak and introverted young man who likes music, which makes Shendai Wugu stunned for a while.

"Of course not, it's better to say that I was pleasantly surprised to meet people of the same age with similar interests." Shendai Wugu said quickly, "By the way, the instrument I'm used to playing is the flute. I used to work in a classical music club for a while, but I seldom practice now."

"Flute, it's really exciting." Fyodor complimented politely.

Inadvertently opened Pandora's box.

Shendai Wugu pursed his lips and scratched his cheek: "It's not some great music. To be honest, I don't have much confidence in myself now..."

"How come!" Naia was suddenly excited, "Your music is the best to me!"

God Dai Wugu was frightened by his enthusiasm, wondering: "Hey, have you heard my performance? But we just met..."

Fyodor's heart skipped a beat.

"Ah, that Mr. Sindel played my piece for you, right?" Kamiro Wuko remembered something, and finished the setting by himself, his eyes drooped, a little uneasy, "Is it really good? I'm not very confident. "

"Of course!" Naia was overly excited. His expression seemed to be distressed by the self-deprecation of the god Dai Wugu. He stepped forward and grabbed his hanging hand and held it in front of his chest. With deep fascination and appreciation, "Your song is the most beautiful music I have ever heard, please believe it."