The legend of the seal of another world

Zhang Wenlong walked for a long time and swam across a river, and was chased by mud monsters for half an hour. He was already exhausted. Seeing that it was getting dark, he finally reached the end of the grassland.

Looking ahead, it is no longer the endless grass, but the big trees. Although they are not tall and dense enough, they are sparsely distributed, and they no longer look desolate.

After walking a few steps forward, Zhang Wenlong saw a small town.

Some weird towns are not like the towns that Zhang Wenlong’s hometown should have. The houses in the town have pointed roofs, are painted in bright colors, and have wooden doors and windows. There are many flowers.

Like a European town in a fairy tale.

Zhang Wenlong walked to the nearest house, knocked on the wooden door, and soon a little boy opened the door from inside.

The room is lit with kerosene lamps, which cast a warm yellow light.

The little boy has brown curly hair on his head, a pointed nose and white skin, dotted with a few small freckles. He looks like a foreigner.

Zhang Wenlong was stunned for a moment, and tentatively said, "Hello?"

The little boy said, "Who are you?"

Zhang Wenlong breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that they could communicate.He squatted down and said, "Hi, kid?"

The little boy still raised his head and asked, "Who are you?"

Zhang Wenlong didn't know how to explain, so he could only say: "I'm passing by here, is there a boat near here?"

"Boat?" the boy repeated. "What do you want a boat for?"

Zhang Wenlong said: "I want a boat to carry people across the river."

The little boy was surprised: "Do you have many people? I have heard that the king's big ship can carry hundreds of soldiers."

Zhang Wenlong didn't understand what he was talking about, so he could only answer the question: "I have... three people in total." The mud monster can probably be counted as two people, right?

The little boy looked puzzled, "Why do the three need a boat?"

Zhang Wenlong felt that talking to him was too strenuous, so he asked, "Where's your family?"

The little boy said, "They went hunting in the Fantasy Forest."

"Hunting? Does that mean hunting?" Zhang Wenlong asked uncertainly.

The little boy nodded and smiled smugly, "Dad said he would bring me a fluffy egg back."

Zhang Wenlong gave up communicating with him, and didn't want to ask what that egg was. He looked back and wanted to find other houses to ask, but all the doors on this street were closed.

But the little boy continued the topic just now, "By the way, you said you want to take three people across the river?"

Zhang Wenlong held back his temper, propped his hands on his knees, lowered his body and said: "Yes, little friend, do you have a solution?"

The little boy said, "I have a magic carpet."

"Magic carpet?"

The little boy nodded, "Wait a minute."

After a while, Zhang Wenlong saw him come out of the room with an old blanket, spread it on the floor, and said, "My magic carpet."

The embroidery on the blanket was about to be worn away. Zhang Wenlong, with black thread all over his head, tried not to beat the kid, reached out and pressed the top of his head, and said, "Hey, don't make trouble, you thought you were making a cartoon?" ah?"

"What are cartoons?"

Zhang Wenlong turned around and left.

"Hi!" the little boy called to him.

Zhang Wenlong turned around, intending to talk to him one last time, but saw the little boy looking at him in surprise: "You have black hair!"

Zhang Wenlong touched his head, "What's wrong with the black hair?"

The little boy's eyes widened. "This is the first time I've seen a person with black hair on this continent. Legend has it that only the devil has black hair. Are you the devil?"

Zhang Wenlong was furious: "I'm your father!" After finishing speaking, he pulled the little boy over, pulled off his pants, and spanked his ass, "I told you not to learn well and watch some messy Japanese animations every day." !"

The little boy howled from the beating and shouted: "Let me go! Let me go!"

Zhang Wenlong said: "Say you are wrong!"

The little boy screamed and said, "Let me go, I'll take you to carry people across the river!"

Zhang Wenlong didn't believe him at all, "How to carry it? Use a blanket?"

The little boy did not forget to correct him, "It's a magic carpet!"

Zhang Wenlong let go of him, "I'm too lazy to talk to you."

The little boy's nose and tears flowed out, but he still insisted: "It's really a magic carpet, I don't believe you come up."

Zhang Wenlong looked back at the town again, and suddenly felt a little weird. In fact, it has been weird since he encountered that strange thing in the hotel, hasn't it?

How did he fall from the mountain to a strange town where foreigners lived?Or is this child actually a Xinjiang native?

Zhang Wenlong hesitated and asked, "Are you from Xinjiang?"

The little boy was wiping his nose on his sleeve and said, "I'm Ellen."

Zhang Wenlong said, "I'm still Fahrenheit."

Allen didn't understand: "What?"

Zhang Wenlong didn't continue the nonsense with him, and reached out to pick up the worn-out blanket, "Can this blanket fly?"

"Of course," Allen said proudly, "My dad bought it from the magician."

Zhang Wenlong said casually: "Do you know magic?"

Allen shook his head, "Only Ansair can do magic in this town, and he is the only magician." When he said this, Allen looked yearning.

Zhang Wenlong moved his butt onto the blanket and said, "Fly."

Alan sat behind Zhang Wenlong and whispered a few words.

Zhang Wenlong didn't understand, so he turned his head and asked him, "What did you say?"

Allen said, "It's a spell."

Zhang Wenlong said: "Didn't you say you don't know magic?"

Allen nodded, "I don't have magic power. The magic power is poured on the magic carpet by the magician. I can only manipulate it with spells."

Zhang Wenlong believed his words for now, and sat down on the blanket.

But after Alan finished chanting a round of spells, the blanket under him didn't move at all.

The two were silent for a moment, and Allen began to recite the spell just now.

Still nothing.

Just when Alan was about to read it for the third time, Zhang Wenlong got up angrily, fucked up, this little kid was just playing with him, making him play with him on the ragged blanket like an idiot train!

Zhang Wenlong grabbed Alan and continued to spank his ass.

Allen burst into tears, "Let me go!"

Zhang Wenlong said angrily: "Dare to lie to me!"

Allen said: "I don't! The magic of the magic carpet is gone!"

Zhang Wenlong said firmly: "I don't believe it!"

"It's true!" Allen's tears and snot fell down together.

Zhang Wenlong slapped his butt five times, and when he was about to let him go, he suddenly heard the sound of a bell ringing not far away.

Zhang Wenlong was stunned for a moment, and Alan immediately got up from him, and said while putting on his pants: "Dad is back from hunting!"

Zhang Wenlong also stood up and looked towards the distance of the street. The town that had been quiet all this time suddenly became lively. The doors of nearby houses opened one after another. Many old people, women and children ran out of the houses and walked along the street. Run in one direction.

Zhang Wenlong was stunned, because Alan was the only one who didn't realize it at first, but now he realized that these people were all wearing European medieval costumes, and the scary thing was that all of them were foreigners.

Allen also ran along, and called Zhang Wenlong by the way, "Flywheel, Ansair is back, you can ask him to replenish the magic carpet!"

Zhang Wenlong was puzzled, "What wheel?"

Allen said, "Didn't you say your name is Flywheel?"

Zhang Wenlong didn't have time to correct Alan, it was Fahrenheit, not Flywheel, because Alan had already run far away, Zhang Wenlong hesitated, and followed those people to the other side of the street.

There is a small square at the end of the street, and in the center of the small square is a tower building. At this time, the square is brightly lit and surrounded by three floors outside. Zhang Wenlong can't squeeze in at all, and he can't see inside. What a scene.

He was looking for Alan's trace, and saw Alan slipping in from under the adults' feet.He also wanted to drill, but just as he lifted up a girl's skirt, he was slapped away.

Zhang Wenlong covered his face, and found that the foreign woman's hands were too strong, so he didn't dare to continue to try.

He heard someone talking in the middle, and he became more curious. After searching for a long time, he saw a wooden barrel under the eaves, so he stepped on the wooden barrel and climbed up.

This time Zhang Wenlong saw clearly that the person who was speaking was a middle-aged man, tall and strong, with a beard on his face.

Along with the middle-aged man, there were many young and middle-aged men with bows and arrows on their backs and machetes pinned to their waists. Obviously they had just returned from hunting. Many prey.

It turns out that the hunting that Allen said is true?

Zhang Wenlong was a little dazed, looking around, looking for a camera, is this really not a filming location for a crew?

When Zhang Wenlong was distracted, the middle-aged man had finished speaking, and Zhang Wenlong didn't hear what he said clearly.

At this moment, the whole square suddenly fell silent, and a slender figure wrapped in a black robe stood in the middle of the crowd. His whole body was covered by the black robe, and even his face was hidden in the shadow. Opening his arms, he said, "The gods will be with us."

Then, he saw golden light leaking from his sleeves and fingers, and everyone in the square knelt down and said in unison: "The gods will be with us."

Zhang Wenlong was dumbfounded for a moment, because he looked particularly conspicuous when he was still standing on the wooden barrel.

Several young people standing behind the man in black robe noticed him, and someone took out a bow and arrow and pointed at him: "Who is it?"

Zhang Wenlong suddenly became nervous and said, "I, I, I..."

Suddenly, another person shouted loudly: "He's a devil! He's black-haired!"

The man in black suddenly raised his head to look at Zhang Wenlong, and a gust of wind blew up his long golden hair that fell on his chest.