When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

It seemed that it only took a moment to step into the teleportation array. When they opened their eyes again, there was already a wilderness in front of them.The tall trees are lush and lush, and weeds cover every inch of the land. A simple camp is built at the foot of the mountain not far away, and busy figures shuttle between the tents.

The sun had not been seen for more than a month, although it was almost dusk, Hong Ming still squinted his eyes, and it took a few breaths to gradually adapt to the sunlight.There is no ubiquitous pressure from rock walls anymore, and the smell of mud lingering on the nose is completely dissipated, and the slightly cool breeze blows over the skirt of the clothes, blowing away the damp and sticky air from the ground.The fragrance of the trees, the fragrance of wild flowers, the brilliant red clouds reflected in the sky, and the light of the rising moon are all natural. After experiencing such a sinister and depressing underground journey, looking at this ordinary scene now, I can’t help but feel strange feeling.

"This is the normal world!"

Beside him, a sigh of satisfaction blurted out, Leopold stretched his waist greatly, and complained to his old friend, "I told you that the underground is not suitable for experiments, and you still have to try those damn spells, Are you not afraid of rheumatism with your old bones? If we could find Hong Ming and the others one day earlier, we should have taken a hot bath by now."

"Without those attempts, you would never have found them, and..." the old man in black robe glanced at the dirty gray robe of the damaged friend, "How long has it been since you took a shower?"

Listening to the chatter of the two old men, a smile crossed the corner of Hong Ming's mouth. For people who grew up on the surface, that dark area was indeed too cramped and unbearable, but...his gaze turned to the direction where Sarn was standing, and saw The dark elf stood silently on the side, his face covered under the hood seemed to be covered with a shadow, and the thoughts coming from the bottom of his heart were mixed and difficult to distinguish. In addition to relief and relaxation, there was also a trace of unconcealable sadness.

For himself, the Underdark is too dark and cold, full of danger and depression, so for Sarn, is this surface world too empty and dazzling?To that terrible underground world, and to his evil and cruel compatriots, Sarn can be completely relentless, but how can there be no trace of it for more than 200 years?After all, it was his hometown where he once lived...

However, before the sound could be transmitted in the future, the dark elf on the opposite side had already raised his head, and his bright red eyes were staring straight at him, as if he wanted to touch his heart through his sight.Hong Ming felt relieved, and put aside all unnecessary guesses.In the eyes of the other party, he saw the same belief and persistence as his own, as well as an unmistakable warmth.He can choose the life he wants, even if he betrays his identity and past... Has he ever lost half a point in his determination?

The two lines of sight converged in the air, and they were separated at the touch of a touch. Their thoughts echoed and blended, and they instantly understood each other's intentions. There was no need for more words between them.A figure stepped out of the distant camp, walking towards them with brisk steps.With the eyesight of the four people, they immediately recognized the person coming.

The kingfisher came faster than the bard, fluttering its wings and chirping towards Hongming, but stopped suddenly when it could see Hongming's figure clearly, circled around in the air anxiously, and finally stopped at a distance from them. On a branch not far away, a mournful cry was directed at him.

"Wow, no wonder that guy will be scared away." Walking to several people, the poet showed an exaggerated expression, looking up and down Hong Ming's broken attire, "What happened to you, bear man? I This is the first time I have seen you looking so haggard, even though the dust and blood stains will not damage your beauty..."

Hong Ming was stunned for a moment before he realized that after the fierce battle, he described himself as being in a real mess at this moment, but the true energy in his body had not recovered, and now he couldn't even use a dust removal spell, which was a bit embarrassing.

At this moment, there seemed to be a breeze, and a black cloak fell on his shoulders.Seeing Saen with a gloomy face, he straightened the front of his cloak and wrapped Hong Ming tightly.Fastening the buckle of his cloak, he turned and squinted at the bard.

"Tracking the magic circle?" Sarn's tone showed extreme unkindness. It is not surprising that such a magic circle would be hidden in a key item, but it would not be magnanimous to hide it from his allies.

There was no shame on the bard's face, "Trust this kind of thing, after all, it still needs to be cultivated..."

"Afraid that we would wrap up the artifact and escape?" Saen clicked his tongue disdainfully, and his eyes were still unfriendly. "Or are we afraid that we will slow down our actions in order to wait for backup? You and your goddess are too worried."

"But in the end, everyone passed the trust test, got the artifact smoothly, and rescued you. Isn't it perfect?"

Facing the bard's frivolous smile, San snorted coldly, but didn't want to get entangled in this issue, and took a step back to stand beside Hong Ming.

Hong Ming looked at the two Oren mages beside him, and asked the bard. "The gray robes also made a deal with you?"

"Of course, with such a great project, we need more companions."

"It's also about the God of Light?" Hong Ming asked.

"What? Are you too?" Leopold let out a strange cry, "I thought you were just helping Su Luna get the artifact back? You also want to participate in this battle of killing gods. The God of Light seems to be with yours. Is there nothing wrong with the world?"

"Slaughter God?!" Hong Ming was also surprised, he didn't expect the real plan to be like this, isn't it a battle between gods, they actually want to kill a god?

"Damn it, seeing Mr. Gray Robe leak the most interesting part, it's not a good habit of guessing riddles." The bard replied regretfully. When he saw the unfriendly eyes of the people in front of him, he immediately changed his mind. tone. "About this plan, there are too many things to be involved. Today is not suitable for a detailed discussion. Why don't we take a rest for a day and wait until Ms. Su Luna arrives tomorrow, so we can discuss it together?"

For such a proposal, several people really couldn't refuse, especially Hongming's true vitality was lost, and they urgently needed to enter meditation to adjust their breath.Without much hesitation, a few people followed the bard to the front of the camp. The tent for Hong Ming and Sann to rest was set up on the edge of the camp. It didn't look too big, but it kept enough concealment, so it was an acceptable choice .

"You should be able to restore your mana here. Please rest at ease. The entire mountain is under the protection of Ms. Su Luna, and nothing can threaten your safety."

Hong Ming nodded slightly, raised the curtain, and walked into the room.Sarn glanced at the bard meaningfully, "Do you still need to track and peep now?"

"Ha." The bard returned the same meaningful smile, "Protecting your safety at all times is also a top priority."

Cursing secretly in his heart, Sarn ignored this toothache-inducing guy, turned around and walked into the tent.

Thick curtains cut off the indoors and outdoors, and San was stunned as soon as he entered the tent.There are obvious traces of using space magic here. The space inside the tent is several times larger than the outside, and it looks very spacious.The tables, chairs and beds are neatly arranged, and there is even a dining table full of delicious food, and brightly colored elf wines are held in exquisite glass bottles.

However, these extravagant things did not attract Sann's attention. His eyes were placed in the middle of the room, and he saw that Hong Ming had already taken off the cloak on his body, sitting cross-legged on the soft wool blanket, and closed his eyes.Sarn provoked a smile. To be honest, he understood why Hong Ming was so urgent. For mages, there is nothing more important than mana, and he has been dragging himself for nearly two days...

Ignoring those high stools that looked comfortable, Sarn also sat directly on the wool blanket, resting his chin with one hand, watching Hong Ming's figure, and a brand new spectacle appeared in the night spectrum vision.The four elements are no longer surging, no longer turbulent, like a tamed lamb, condensed into four ribbons, and Hong Ming himself is shining with the purest white light, incorporating the four element chains into his body.Disorder has become orderly, not thrilling, not earth-shattering, but there is a different taste in it.

At the same time, emotions are also surging in my heart.Spicy sorrow, salty fear, sour anger, and bitter joy finally converge into sweet worries.Emotions are like waves, one wave rises after another, slowly and gently washing Saen's mind, the fatigue brought from the ground slowly melts away in the wonderful resonance, and disappears into nothingness.Gradually, San also closed his eyes, and fell asleep under the comfort of his steady breathing and heartbeat.

The next morning.

When the sun rose above the branches, Hong Ming opened his eyes.The access to all the acupoints made his meditation several times faster, and it only took one night to recover all the vitality in his body.With the improvement of his cultivation base, his state of mind has also undergone a huge change, and the emotions that were once ignored have been re-understood, making him realize that there are things worth cherishing in the world... His black eyes merged with another pair of red eyes. No one was surprised at all, as if this should be the most natural thing.

After a long while, Sarn spoke first, "It only took one night, it's really much faster." His gaze swept Hong Ming's body up and down, and he showed a smile. "Remember when we first met? Besieged by those damned ogres, you fell from the sky and rained blood all over my head and face."

Hong Ming also showed a smile, "Now I'm in a mess, naked."

"It's disgraceful, my Daoist."

Following this ridicule, the Dust Removal Curse enveloped the two of them, and the breeze swept away all the dust and blood, as well as the last traces from the Underdark.

Seeing the two people who were as clean as ever, San smiled slightly, "Do you want to change into new clothes? Although I have clothes on hand, none of them can compare to your own clothes."

After a short pause, Hong Ming took out a dark black dress from the Qiankun bag, with exquisite moiré piping embellishing the corners of the skirt, the sleeves were long and wide, and the skirt was winding like ocean waves.

San raised his eyebrows, "That skirt?"

"It's men's clothing."

Hong Ming stood up, casually took off the remains of his clothes, took out a set of snow-white middle clothes, and put them on.The white jade-like skin is slowly covered by the clothes, and the constantly tightened pockets are like a complicated game. When wearing dark clothes and wrapping the body with long skirts, the thin waist is lined up even more slender , a girdle seal hook, a jade pendant hanging from the side, a long skirt reaching to the ankle, from the collar to the corner of the skirt, tightly stitched, dignified and elegant...

Saen's Adam's apple slipped slightly, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and stood up, taking the jade crown he was about to wear from Hong Ming's hand, "Can I come?"

Hong Ming paused, didn't say anything, just turned around, and knelt down on the snow-white wool blanket.Standing behind this man, Sarn recalled the hair pulling technique he had seen before, and lightly coiled up the black hair, revealing the white neck covered by the long hair, against the strict black robe It looks very attractive.

The jade crown was firmly fixed on the top of the head, Hong Ming took out the last big cloak and put it on his body.Even the wide robe could not cover the figure under the black robe.San stared at him deeply for a while, then looked away in pain.If possible, he would have liked to just leave the man in the tent like this, and peel off the clothes one by one with the same slow method.

Seeing Saen's tangled expression, Hong Ming smiled lightly, "The poet is still waiting for us, let's meet the gray robe first."

Walking out of the tent side by side, the two walked towards the camp where the gray-robed mage was.However, before they had gone far, the bard stopped in front of them with brisk steps.With a mysterious smile, he bowed to the two, "It seems that yesterday's rest was effective enough, and now our last guest has arrived, and it's time to start talking."

last guest?Following the poet's guidance, the two looked behind him, and saw a tall and muscular figure standing behind the poet, with black hair, brown eyes, and a handsome face covered with wind and frost, making it difficult to distinguish his age.The full armor gleamed coldly under the sun, and he stretched out his right hand to press on his chest, and saluted the two of them as a knight.On the chest of the iron-black armor, there is a beautiful regiment emblem drawn.A snow-white bird lay prone in a clump of thorns, its head drooping, its wings fell to the ground, sharp spikes penetrated its weak body, and a drop of bright red blood fell to the ground.The finger covered with layers of thick calluses was like a perch, resting steadily under the bird's feet, as if supporting the poor little thing.

The man spoke, his voice was low and pleasant, but there was no sense of joy at all, just like a cold pool that never changed from ancient times, exuding a dreadful loneliness.

"The leader of the abandoned people of the desert, the current leader of the Knights of Thorns, Carlos Cedric pays tribute to you."