[Comprehensive Manga] The good year of making copies

In fact, Xia Chuan is still a little confused about the appearance of the juicer, so he often pinches the hand or face of the juicer to confirm—or to add some sense of reality.

He held on to the clothes of the juicer tightly, for fear that he would disappear suddenly.

Including when the juicer went to borrow a ship from the red-haired pirates who had not yet left the abandoned port, Xia Chuan also followed the pressure of the black-skinned elf.

His sense of unreality comes from a deep unease that never cuts.

Leaving Xia Chuan to do the juicer is a bit willful, and it may cause a lot of inconvenience to him. He can't do anything except stay with Xia Chuan for a short time.

"Where's your previous boat?" Xia Chuan looked at the magnificent scene where the water and the sky meet, and took two steps forward to walk side by side with the blood clan walking in front.

The juicer paused slightly, and replied in a low voice: "I lost it."

Because I saw Xia Chuan rushing too fast before, when I remembered this matter again, his boat had been pushed by the tide into an unknown corner.

When they arrived at the port, the red-haired pirates seemed to be having a carnival on the beach - there were some burning broken pieces of wood floating on the sea in the distance.

Probably during the day they experienced a not too difficult battle.

Three piles of tall bonfires were burning on the beach, illuminating the darkness around them. The pirates were drinking and singing, and some of them were rolling and fighting together. Seeing the blood made the drunken people even more excited.

The captain of the red-haired pirates was dead drunk in the middle of a pile of wine barrels, lying with his limbs sprawled, snoring loudly.

Xia Chuan glanced in that direction and squinted his eyes - there was a vague shadow hidden in the darkness, which almost merged with the surrounding darkness.

The footsteps paused slightly, the vague shadow seemed to have noticed Xia Chuan's attention, and a faint red flashed in the darkness.

It was the dark elf.

Xia Chuan's scalp went numb, and he quickened his pace and moved to the side of the juicer who was talking with a gray-haired man.

The cold sea breeze in the middle of the night could not stop the enthusiasm of the pirates for the carnival. When Xia Chuan had just walked to the juicer, the man who was talking to him had already been dragged away by a group of pirates to drink.

"Can we go?"

Juicer nodded, flipped through the task panel, and shared the newly received task with Xia Chuan.

The released NPC is Beckman - presumably the man who just spoke to the juicer.According to Beckman's commission, search for the stone tablet that writes the secrets of the world in the mysterious sky island.

"Hands are really red..." Xia Chuan watched as he followed the juicer to the pirates' boat.

……

Xia Chuan didn't have a good impression of the ocean - not only because of his inability to swim, but also because of some reason of a certain man in a previous dungeon, which made him have an instinctive aversion to the ocean.

Fortunately, the island is not always wet like England.

According to the juicer, most of the islands on this magical waterway have only one fixed season. For example, the small island they just left is the summer island that is hot all year round.

The small island deviated from the main channel, and they—to be precise, Juicer spent a lot of effort to adjust the sail and course of the boat.We can't ask a novice to be good at sailing, even if the novice has learned the sailing skills that come with the system.

The time of sailing is very boring. Compared with the boring juicer that is used to, the task of finding topics naturally falls on Xia Chuan.

In the imaginary world, there are those bastards making jokes, never like this - talking to the juicer.

On the contrary, the Juicer doesn't care about the atmosphere. Compared to the awkward atmosphere where the two of them looked at each other in silence, the Juicer has always been very energetic, but now he is more concerned about the spirit than he, a vampire who is exposed to the sun and is still drooping. worry.

For Xia Chuan, the ocean will always be an untouchable pain, no matter from which aspect.

And the system obviously made up its mind not to allow the elves to acquire sea survival skills, and the driving skills that Xia Chuan had activated before are now gray and silent.

Visually, except for going down the river to touch a fish, the elves are helpless with most things in the waters.The most cheating thing is that they are not allowed to learn.

However, elves are not the only ones who are cheating. For example, half-orcs are not seen by NPCs of other races. For example, vampires cannot rely on things other than blood to replenish their hunger points. For example, human races are hard to get. Favorability of non-human races - even friends.

Thinking about it this way, Xia Chuan felt quite balanced.

The juicer adjusted the sails according to the wind direction and force, and the blood race was facing the scorching sun, and various Debuffs pressed down, making him fall into a state that looked like a fever.

"Replenish blood." Xia Chuan moved twice to remind him, then shrank into a ball and stopped still, and deliberately covered his neck.

Juicer:"……"

The blood race pursed its lips and poured down a few bottles of red medicine, squatted down and nestled in the shadow of Fan, looked at Xia Chuan and hesitated for a while, pulled his clothes, and asked, "How are you...how are you doing?"

Xia Chuan was stunned for a while, sat up straight and looked at the juicer for a while, then nodded, "It's okay."

The white-haired, decadent vampire was quiet for a few seconds, "Tell me..." He paused, "I mean, I can tell Uncle and Xia He and the others..."

Xia Chuan tugged at his tangled hair and pursed his lips.

Juicer looked at Xia Chuan, neither urging nor asking any further questions.

"I..." Xia Chuan opened his mouth, uttered a word and then swallowed it back, "How did you find my house?"

Juicer thought and thought, and when he was sure that Xia Chuan was just asking casually, he unceremoniously sold the group of rotten girls in the gang, including Xia He.

Xia Chuan rubbed his sore eyes, "You have their photos... No, forget it."

Finally, the eyes were not so uncomfortable, and the elf told the blood race about what he had encountered with a pair of red eyes that were rubbed—or bloodshot due to other reasons.

Talk about what he still remembers.

Xia Chuan's narration is dry, and there is not much emotional substitution.But the juice extractor had already listened very seriously—even though some things Xia Chuan said were very disorganized, logically chaotic and even incoherent.

For Juicer who eagerly wants to know everything about Xia Chuan and hopes that he can give Xia Chuan some help, it is good to know even a little bit about Xia Chuan's days when he was separated from everyone.

And he's the first to know - Juicer has a subtle glee at the situation, even though he knows it's not right.

"I will go to the exorcist boy again!" Xia Chuan took a bite of the elf fruit brought by the juicer, and ground his teeth, "I will not give up until I pump Kuros so hard that I can't get my sister!"

"Don't worry too much." The blood clan smoothed the elf's hair, took care of his blood volume, moved closer to Xia Chuan, and moved his gaze from his eyes to his neck.

Xia Chuan snorted: "What would you do if you were ridiculed for being impotent for a long time, with your hot face on your cold butt and finally you were slapped away?"

Juicer answered with certainty and simply: "Destroy him."

Xia Chuan narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, "I think so too, it's a waste of his capital to pick up girls!"

The capital of Kuros's seduction is not the brother under him, but the face and...Xia Chuan pondered for a while, and probably has the kind of traits that can make people feel safe.

So beat him up!Beaten until I can't take care of myself!

Xia Chuan seemed to have ignited some fighting spirit. The juicer saw the elf who was getting more energetic as night fell, and felt that it was most practical to fill his stomach.

When vampires suck blood, they have a very coquettish choice of toxins, such as hallucinations, poisoning, paralysis, etc.Known as a must-have product for burning, killing, looting, home, travel, and sex, there is always one of the ten toxins that suits him/her.

Except when facing the enemy, the juicer generally chooses the paralyzing toxin that others jokingly call a painless abortion.

"Do you dare to bring dry food?!" Xia Chuan was pressed down by the paralyzed Debuff, wishing to have his white-haired head buried in his neck fly away.

Dry food refers to the blood bags sold in the main city store of the blood clan. It is said that the taste is extremely bad, but it can supplement the basic hunger value.

The juicer squinted his blood-red eyes, swallowing the sweet blood—no one's blood could make him feel so satisfied and intoxicated.

……

"Here we are." Juicer controlled the sail and approached the island that was dim in the night.

Xia Chuan looked at the permanent pointer in his hand, the red end has been raised and pointed to the sky above.

"How to go up?" Xia Chuan looked up at the pitch-black sky without a single star, "Fly up? I think it will fall..."

The juicer tied the boat, and pulled the twitching elf to the island, and opened the task bar to look at the task prompt.

There is also a clue on the island, the juicer let Xia Chuan see and share the past tasks by himself.

Find the villagers on the island and ask about the golden town of Shandora, and they will tell you how to get there.

"Are you sure you won't be thrown out if you go now?"

"Are we bad guys?"

"..." No bad guy would put the words "I'm a bad guy" on his face... Seriously speaking, if you knock on someone's door late at night, it's fine if they don't spray your face, and you still expect to hear the news?

The blood race is much more sensitive to light sources in the dark than the elves, so the juicer pulled Xia Chuan to the door of a single house by the sea with lights on, and knocked on the door.

Soon someone opened the door—the other party seemed unprepared for someone knocking on the door late at night.

The person who opened the door was a rather rough man, and Xia Chuan noticed that there were two children looking out.

"Excuse me, how to get to Shandora, the hometown of gold."

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