[Alice in Wonderland] Welcome to wonderland

For the sake of your piety, I forgive your rudeness. "Then it paused, and the turtle immediately took the bunch of garlic off Yang Qing's neck, and Yang Qing whispered in the fake turtle's ear (maybe, God knows where the turtle's ears grow) and asked: " He likes to eat garlic? "

Fake Turtle: "Yes, Lord Razor likes to eat mashed garlic."

Yang Qing: "I thought that only cooked razor clams like to eat mashed garlic."

Fake Turtle: "I must warn you, sir, that you are very rude."

The fake turtle got the bunch of garlic, and said to the big clam shell, "I got it, my lord, it's a big bunch, there are about 20 of them."

Razor: "Well, good, so now you can ask the questions you want."

Yang Qing: "Ahem, I want to know, is this person next to me the one who killed the Cheshire Cat?"

Razor: "Huh? I don't even know who is next to you. How can I know if he is a murderer?"

Yang Qing felt that he was rushing back to the hat house to beat him up. Now he felt that Mr. Caterpillar was extremely amiable, and those small shortcomings that liked to sell substandard products were nothing, at least he did it in his own job good.

Yang Qing: "Don't you know everything about Wonderland?"

Razor snorted: "The jack-of-all-trades in Wonderland is Mr. Caterpillar, not me. I am the prophet of Wonderland, who works on language, understand?"

Yang Qing: "..."

Yang Qing didn't speak, and Razor became anxious: "Am I not like a prophet?"

Yang Qing: "No, I mean, what do you think you look like?"

Razor said proudly: "Prophets are generally weak-sighted or blind, and I can't see either."

Yang Qing: "..." Hehe, as a clam shell, you didn't even look at your balls.

Lance stood beside Yang Qing and took a step forward: "You said, you are a prophet, don't you know who is looking for you?"

Razor: "I don't predict this kind of boring thing that has no impact on the future. This is a waste of my ability."

Lance: "Oh, really? Then do you know any major events that will affect the future?"

Yang Qing knew that Lance was using the aggressive method. The clam shell obviously didn't have any facial features, so he could only judge his emotions from the sound. But now, even though it didn't speak, Yang Qing could still know what it was thinking. With an expression, it is probably squinting, a little disdainful.

Sure enough, Razor said: "You are very smart. For the sake of the garlic you gave me, I can tell you that the two of you will bring disaster to the whole fairyland. The death of the Cheshire cat is nothing but a disaster." It's just the beginning."

Yang Qing felt very irritated. This clamshell talked for a long time, but he didn't get to the point. He came here just to know whether Lance killed the Cheshire Cat. Besides, this is only the answer that the hat house wants. In fact, he didn't care at all, he just wanted to return to the real world with Lance, saying that they brought disaster to Wonderland, and coming to this world was already a disaster for him.

"Young man, don't be dissatisfied, you think you'll be safe as long as you stay by his side, but how do you know that he will bring you misfortune?" Razor said unhurriedly.

Yang Qing's heart tightened, the feeling of being seen through made him very uncomfortable, he subconsciously shrank behind Lance, but thinking of what Razor said, he took another step back.

A small voice said in his heart, how do you know that this Alice is Lance, what if it is just a trap set by others?

Lance glanced at Yang Qing, and when he looked at the clam shell again, his eyes seemed to be stained with frost: "You haven't told me the answer yet."

Razor: "Well, I can say that you didn't kill the Cheshire Cat yourself, that's all."

It is rare for Lance to have such obvious mood swings, but now everyone can hear that he is angry: "What is that?"

Razor is not polite: "Because all the disasters are caused by you, so even if you didn't kill the Cheshire Cat, it is because of you."

Lance was about to say something more. He was not an impulsive person, but as long as he thought that what this shell said would shake Yang Qing's trust in him, he couldn't help but confront it.

But Yang Qing pulled him back: "Forget it, anyway, we have already asked, let's go, the Red Heart Knight is still waiting for us, to be honest, I don't like seafood, especially molluscs, it feels disgusting."

His half-joking words made it difficult for Lance to say anything, so he also shut up.

Razor: "Well, you guys go away, to be honest, I don't like human beings, especially men, I feel disgusting."

Yang Qing: =dish=

The two left the church, and the fake sea turtle walked to the side of the big razor clam with a bucket: "My lord, the mashed garlic is ready."

The razor paused for a while, then turned sideways, and then, the two shells were opened, but inside was not the soft meat of ordinary razor clams, but a beautiful boy with blond hair and silver eyes, his appearance was almost comparable to that of a beautiful elf, his colorless The thin lips were pursed, exuding a holy breath and a cold aura, which made people unable to help but worship.

If Yang Qing left one step later, he would really consider tearing up his delicate face.

His lips suddenly curved slightly, like a silent smile, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Interesting, I really want to know if they will subvert my prediction."

The fake sea turtle stood aside respectfully, lowering its eyes: "You are right, Master Shengzi."

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☆, stagnant time

Yang Qing and Lance returned to the territory of the hat house, back to the hall where a tree was planted and a table was placed, but at this moment, Yang Qing suddenly discovered something was wrong. He remembered that when he came in, At that time, it was almost dark outside, but this open space where you could see the sky was no different from what he saw before he left.

Hat House was still sitting where he had been sitting, wearing the glasses with 90% of his IQ reserved, watching them and smiling: "I'm so glad you're back, you know, if you really plan to leave, trust me Thanks to my idiot subordinates, I have nothing to do."

Yang Qing looked around, and found that the Red Heart Knight had disappeared, only the March Hare, who seemed to be drunk, was lying at the foot of the table, mumbling something.

Yang Qing, who had already guessed the ending, sighed. Although they are all rabbits, the level of irresponsibility of this sentence is as irresponsible as though they are all women ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Raising his head, looking at the clear and beautiful sky with floating clouds, Yang Qing said to himself: "It's in the open air, what if it rains?"

"It won't rain." The hat house poured himself a new cup of tea with a teapot carved with tiny guns, and kept his eyes fixed on the teapot. Good for afternoon tea.”

After hearing what the hat house said, Yang Qing suddenly felt that this beautiful sky was a little fake.

He no longer stared there, this feeling of being deceived made him uncomfortable, because this place was like an even more illusory small world in this illusory world, and now he just wanted to go back To reality: "We asked Razor, and he proved that Alice wasn't the murderer."

The hat house put down the teapot, picked up the teacup, and took a sip: "Really, then how do you prove it?"

Yang Qing froze, he realized that he made this low-level mistake again, he forgot to ask for any proof from that clam shell.

However, the man who was drinking tea smiled slightly: "It's just a joke, my wife, take it easy, I already know."

Yang Qing said that he was too lazy to continue talking with this man, and it would be safer to run back to his own territory, so he smiled and planned to tell the hat house that they were going to leave.

As a result, the March Rabbit, who had been unconscious from drinking tea (Yang Qing didn't know how he got drunk from drinking tea), suddenly said to him very enthusiastically: "Please drink some wine."

In this situation, facing a tall man with a strange blush on his face, Yang Qing really didn't know what he should do next to leave this ghostly place safely.

The hat house happily raised a glass to him: "Our tea party has just started, why don't you stay and participate, and it's not too late to leave later."

Yang Qing glanced at Lance, the latter pulled a chair and sat next to him, Yang Qing had to find a large armchair and sat down, but his heart was still a little flustered, probably because of this The place is his opponent's territory, or it may be because of the man opposite him who smiles like an idiot.

March Rabbit watched them sit down, and happily repeated his words. Yang Qing scanned the table for a week, but didn't see any alcohol that could temporarily paralyze his nerves. With the steaming teapot, he looked suspiciously at the March Hare who was striding towards unconsciousness: "Where is the wine?"

Rabbit replied with a silly smile, "There is no wine at all."

Yang Qing gave this Mr. Li a hypocritical smile, and then said impatiently to Lance beside him, "Why don't we leave right away, I think I might slap that rabbit to death if I stay here any longer."

Lance looked at the person in front of him who was obviously on fire, and felt that Yang Qing was so cute no matter when he was.

But it would be great if he could rely on me a little more, so that he doesn't have to care about what other people think or say, and he won't doubt me casually.

In fact, he just needs to trust me alone.

Yang Qing wasn't looking at Lance, and naturally he didn't notice the deep eyes of the people around him at this time, and his attention was all attracted by the hat house.

Because this gentleman dressed as an elite actually took out his pocket watch, then shook it vigorously twice, then bit his teeth again, and then he asked Yang Qing, whose jaw was about to dislocate, very naturally: "What's the date today?"

Yang Qing thought about it, he looked at the calendar when he was brought here for no reason: "No. 4."

Hat House opened his pocket watch and shook the watch chain helplessly: "It's two days late."

Yang Qing held his chin: "It's not a matter of two days' delay, your watch is not running at all."

The hat house obviously didn't care about Yang Qing's words, he lifted the back cover of the watch with a fork, looked carefully, and then answered Yang Qing: "My watch won't move, my wife, didn't I tell you Has time stood still here?"

Yang Qing felt that he was about to be driven crazy: "Then why do you care about its date? If it doesn't leave, how can the date be correct?"

The House of Hats: "Can you shut up? I'm going crazy with your ignorance."

Yang Qing has lived for so many years and has an impressive undefeated record in verbal fights, but he has never met such an unreasonable person. He intends to have a good argument with this snake spirit, but Lance His wrist was pulled, he looked at him, and said word by word: "Let's go."

Yang Qing felt that his expression was a bit strange, the kind that would cause goosebumps, but he still nodded, because he really didn't want to sit here and drink tea with a group of lunatics.

The hat house didn't stop them either, the March Hare had fallen into a deep sleep and was even snoring.

But when they were about to leave here, the hat house suddenly said: "Let's guess a riddle, why is the crow like a writing desk."

Yang Qing twitched his eyes, and he couldn't help turning his head: "Do you know what I'm talking about now, sir?"

The Hat House put down the teacup and folded his hands to support his chin: "This is a riddle, and it's not just a riddle. Think about it, Alice."

It turned out that this sentence was said to Lance, Yang Qing shrugged, turned his head, and glanced at Lance who had never looked back from the beginning to the end, he seemed a little too self-indulgent.

But, why did he feel that the hat house laughed so strangely just now?

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☆, Ontology get

Yang Qing thought well, and finally left the place full of various unstable factors, everything will become normal, they can go to his house first, have a good discussion about the battle plan, and then use their IQ to directly The group of people who are looking for trouble and committing crimes in seconds.

It's a pity that he forgot that the reason why he was able to reach the territory of the hat house so smoothly was because of the avenue full of prominent road signs, but now, those marks on the trees seemed to have been removed by someone. By the way, the tree was maintained, and there were no traces.

Yang Qing stared at the trees growing by the road for a long time, and Lance stood beside him, trying to challenge the tree with his eyes to make it suddenly talk and tell them how to go.

Tree: please let go of QAQ

Silently kicking those thoughts of laughing at the Red Heart Knight out of his mind, Yang Qing looked around at the lush forest that hadn't changed, and turned his gaze to Lance.

Lance: "Well, I came in a carriage, and the windows weren't open."

Passing away the only hope, Yang Qing silently looked at the wide open city gate, and the sisters who had never stopped to look at the two of them. He deeply understood the sadness of being a road idiot, but he would rather be in the middle of a long life. Camping in the forest of rare and exotic animals with unknown attributes, I don't want to go back and face the face of the hat house that clearly says "I am a pit".

Yang Qing suddenly remembered a conversation he had with the Cheshire cat not long ago. At that time, the cat who had a strange crush on him was still alive, and could show a proud look at Lance and bend its tail towards him. Question mark shape.

He asked him which places are in this wonderland and how to get there.

The Cheshire Cat turned over lazily, his ears looming on his head: "That depends on where you are going, my master, if you are not sure where you want to go, then As long as you go far enough."

Yang Qing squinted his eyes, the sky was covered with dense clouds and there was no sun, but whenever he felt a little uncomfortable, he would squint his eyes and look at the sky like this, thinking that he had left before he became familiar with that one. Pets don't have much affection, and he knows it's just a game, and the Cheshire Cat can wag his tail and dangle around him again any time he wants.

Maybe it's because he's been here for too long, Yang Qing secretly said to himself, so it's becoming more and more difficult for him to imagine that this is just a virtual world, and he is just a bunch of data.

He doesn't belong to the Kingdom of Hearts, nor does it belong to the house with the Duchess' nameplate engraved on it, because he doesn't belong here at all.

Lance: "So where are we going?"

Yang Qing opened his eyes wide, turned his head to look at the seemingly endless road, and smiled slightly: "I don't know, but as long as we go far enough, we will always reach somewhere."

When Yang Qing was lost in the game, Al was not idle for a second. Chris made a phone call at home, and then immediately rushed to Yang Qing's home with Al. Zhou Nan originally wanted to follow, but A sudden call made his brows furrow immediately, and seeing that his mother was about to have a seizure, Al immediately said: "Mom, you go and deal with your affairs, I will deal with Yang Qing's affairs when Chris comes." good."

Zhou Nan originally wanted to refuse, but the eager tone on the phone forced him to compromise.

There was no other way, Zhou Nan had no choice but to go back to the military area. Before leaving, Qian Dinglingwan told him to call him if something happened.

When Al and Chris arrived at the community where Yang Qing lived, they knew something must have happened, because the car that Lance drove away was still parked there. It was an 18th birthday present Chris got from his father, his favorite car, but today, how he wished not to see this car.

The pace of the two quickened again, and when they reached Yang Qing's door, Al stepped forward: "I'm going to start unlocking the combination lock, it may take a while, and you can call your adults again."

Chris passed Al directly: "No need." Then Al saw the person press a few buttons on it, and the lock opened within a minute.

Al: "I think I know why you and Lance can just break into my house →_→"

Chris (serious face): "Now let's get down to business."

As soon as Chris entered the door, he saw two people lying there with their eyes closed, as if they were just sleeping. Yang Qing still had a smile on his lips, while Lance pursed his lips tightly. Chris promised that if Give his younger brother a little more time, then the person who made him angry who appeared in front of him should be on the way to reincarnate by now.

Al sniffed at the two of them, breathed a sigh of relief, and when he relaxed, all the fatigue swept over him. He sat on the ground and panted a few times: "It's okay, they're all fine, they're just in the game." Then he looked at Yang Qing, and couldn't help laughing again: "This idiot is laughing even after being plotted against by others. I'm afraid that one day someone will give him a candy on the road and move him away. See, It came to fruition so quickly.”

Chris saw that his younger brother also calmed down, but it was also very strange: "Lance is professionally trained, he should be able to smell drugs and poisons as long as he smells them, no matter how bad he is, he can taste them at the first bite. He looked at Lance, who was lying on the ground as if he was wrestling with someone in a dream, and then at the cold mapo tofu on the table, thinking that if his father knew the ins and outs, he would definitely Bring Lance back to the furnace and rebuild.

Al glanced at the dish and understood most of it: "That's not the same, if someone you like cooks for you, even if it's arsenic, you probably won't be able to taste it."

Chris narrowed his eyes: "No, even if I taste it, I will eat it."

Al rolled his eyes: "That's because you are stupid."

Just when the two were about to continue chatting regardless of other people's life and death, the door was knocked open with a "boom", and dozens of well-equipped men in military uniforms entered the room one by one. Then, a tall chestnut-haired man The man followed and walked in. His eyes were like falcons flying in the sky, making people shudder. Chris straightened up from the chair he was leaning on immediately, and saluted: "Father."

When the man saw his son for the first time, his face turned blue.

Then the guard heard the roar from Yang Qing's house again: "Chris! You actually let your brother lie on the ground and chat here by himself!"

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☆, waves

General Stuart has great prestige in the army, and he is very strict with his two sons, but it is rare for him to lose control like this. Standing on the sidelines and chatting with others, you should also go crazy.

Soon an angel in white came to carry the two of them away. Al especially wanted to say, don't waste the ward, these two people are fine, they are just playing games, but he obviously doesn't have the courage, and that kind of VIP is better than being empty. It would be better if someone went in and lived there.

Chris was so yelled at that he couldn't find the north, he was stunned to repair himself, the general turned his gaze to Al: "Are you the designer of this game?"

Al "Uh... this... um... well, I am." Then he closed his eyes, intending to bear the mighty roar of the east lion, but he just smiled: "I hope I can see it quickly Lance opened his eyes, Zhou Nan's child."

Al nodded quickly, that frequency was simply the rhythm of abandoning treatment.

General: "And you! Help me! That's your brother!"

Well, another person had a seizure too.

The general evacuated with a large number of soldiers, and Al also recovered from this powerful deterrence. He touched his chest silently, and secretly marveled that the degree was different. His father scolded him as a dog. While bleeding, his mind was preoccupied with how he could make a tiny noise-isolating headphone.

After all, Chris has experienced it for a long time, and the buffer is a little faster, and now he is looking at Al ready to go: "Okay, now let's see how to wake up these two sleeping beauties."

Al hesitated for a moment: "Uh, although your lockpicking skills are full, what I'm going to do next is formal programming, modifying the port and direction of the game, you know, although it's not particularly urgent, but after all your brother and my best friend They are still asleep." It is indeed not his style to say euphemistic words, but it is cruel to refuse someone who is kind enough to help.

Chris rolled his eyes and smiled like a fox: "Well, although I haven't taken computer courses formally in college, you know that our family has graduated from the command department of Southell Military Academy for generations, but because I I am really interested in this aspect, so I asked Mr. Louis to teach me for a period of time. He originally said that he would award me a doctorate, but I rejected it. Now I need to call him to confirm my Can I join your team?"

Al: "Is the Mr. Louis you mentioned the judge of this year's Solar System Software Design Competition?"

Chris: "To be exact, it's the chief reviewer."

Al: "Oh, it's okay, you can't use your teacher or other things to pressure me, I don't care, these don't mean what you have mastered?"

Chris: "Then I still need to ask the teacher to recommend it?"

Al: "No, for the sake of your passion and having a victim or your loved ones, you can join my team, again, because of your attitude, understand?" (Chris: Of course Enthusiasm, work with Little Al (ˉ﹃ˉ))

Chris: "Understood, Al, you don't seem to like authority very much."

Al: "Of course, I'm such an upright person."

Chris: "Then I don't need to introduce Mr. Louis to you? I also mentioned you to him, it doesn't matter, anyway, you always have to meet during the design competition."

Al: "...I think I'd better meet you, so that I can get a concrete understanding of your level."

Chris: "Didn't you just say that enthusiasm is enough?"

Al: "Is programming a job that can be done with enthusiasm! Technology! That's the most important thing!"

Chris: "..."

Al: "Have you noticed that I am a very serious person?"

Chris: "Well, Al, you're such a casual guy."

Al: "..."

The two people who gave up continuing the conversation planned to evacuate the scene and start rescue work. They left Yang Qing's house and got into Chris's luxury car. Er was free and asked, "Your father seems to be in a hurry to leave, and so is my mother. What's the matter?"

Chris drove the car without using the autopilot system for the first time. He knew that Al didn't trust the machine in this regard: "Well, something happened to the military recently."

Al put himself comfortably on the armchair: "It's not a problem, I think my mother almost went berserk today, except for facing me, he rarely loses his temper like this."

Is this something to be proud of? (─.─|||

Although Al's tone was very casual, Chris still heard something else, and he said seriously: "Someone wants to turn over the old account from 11 years ago."

At this moment, Al couldn't even show his superficial calmness, he jumped up from his seat with some excitement: "Turn over old accounts, what's there to turn over, it's not that a group of people are alarmist, none of those high-level executives can escape , the question now is to prevent that from happening again."

If Chris could have a hand free now, he would definitely hug Al into his arms and comfort him, and then he would be beaten up, and then the car would crash into some unlucky light pole, but for now he is still sensible enough: " Now there are people who want to find the person who spread the threatening words."

Al sneered: "Everyone knows the people who spread it. If they can get it out, will they wait until now?" He lay back again, and simply closed his eyes: "It's been so peaceful recently, the military department now has It’s better for an ordinary designer like me not to know anything when it’s time for nothing.”

Chris was amused by his old man's tone and burst out laughing. He was glared at by Al, and quickly sat upright and continued to be a qualified driver.

Al turned over and opened his eyes. It was the complete opposite of the impatience he was joking just now, and it was full of worry.

This incident was just a small episode for him, he can continue to do what he should do whatever he wants to do, but for Yang Qing, this is opening up a long-term scar, he suddenly doesn't want to fix the game as soon as possible Well, there is no loss for Yang Qing to stay inside anyway, it would be great if he could escape this special period.

If... could be a little slower...

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☆、Calendula bushes

Most of the places in the fairyland are endless forests, just like the mother earth that has not been ruined by humans, but Yang Qing once suspected that the reason why the plants grow so vigorously here is that they have already cultivated It's perfect.

What has become the ones that can flap their wings and fly around, and those that can shake flower buds and talk, and those that have big mouths with sharp teeth and wait for insects to fly in. He can hardly feel the delicacy that plants should have. Weak and vulnerable.

Originally, I thought that my journey with a three-no boy would be extremely embarrassing and boring, especially every time I saw the shining earrings on that person's ears, I would feel a sense of confusion that surpassed other emotions in my heart. It made Yang Qing feel a little uncomfortable.

It turned out that his worries were completely unnecessary.

Yang Qing remembered that he and Lance were walking on the road, and then heard a very delicate female voice screaming, "How dare you hit me! You bitch!"

Classmate Yang Qing, who never missed any big scenes, took Lance to a trot and ran to a lake, only to see two daffodils slapping each other viciously with their leaves...

This kind of strange plant tearing drama is unfolding at any time, and it involves all kinds of bloody plots, such as mistress, revenge, Yang Qing even saw the drama of Gongdou orz

Now he and Lance strayed into a field of marigolds. At first, those blooming marigolds of various colors were just swaying their flower plates. If it wasn’t because there was no wind blowing, Yang Qing would have regarded them as Ordinary little flowers, he gradually felt that the clusters of flowers were getting tighter and taller, so he instinctively dragged Lance to walk faster and faster.

Lance: →_→Welfare get~

Just when Yang Qing felt that he was about to reach the end, those marigolds were almost as tall as him, and some of the flower discs were even bigger than his head.

Suddenly he heard a strange sigh: "Poor children."

Yang Qing: "Not good! They are going to become fairies! Let's retreat!"

The half-joking words to Lance spread like water waves, and then, the quiet marigold bushes suddenly became extremely noisy.

"Oh! Who interrupted my rest!"

"What goblin? How rude!"

"Ah! My waist is pressed by something, it hurts so much!"

Yang Qing looked down along Lance, and as expected, he saw a calendula stem and leaf stepping under his feet.

"Everyone be quiet!" Just as Yang Qing was sweating and imagining the scene of being beaten by a group of plants with a bruised nose and a swollen face, a very majestic voice sounded.

A flower whose painting style is different from other marigolds emerged. Compared with other flowers, it has several layers of petals. With years of study, Yang Qing can say responsibly that it Not only is it not in the same painting style as these flowers, it is very likely that they are not on the same set.

Lance silently leaned next to Yang Qing's ear and said, "This is calendula."

It really is not a species <(￣︶￣)>

The other flowers quickly quieted down and continued to shake their heads. The calendula slightly lowered its huge flower disc, as if examining Lance and Yang Qing, even though it didn't have eyes at all.

Calendula: "You guys are so ugly."

Yang Qing, Lance: "..."

Calendula: "Such a small head, such a thick body, is it deformed?"

Yang Qing, Lance: "..."

Calendula: "I heard that Mr. Caterpillar sells medicine that can treat this abnormality. You can try it."

Yang Qing finally couldn't help coughing, the pollen of the calendula fell on his face with the trembling of its flower disc, very uncomfortable: "I'm sorry, but we just want to leave here."

Calendula raised its flower plate: "Why? This place is very good, the land is very fertile, and the rain is abundant, but young people also want to go out for a walk, but you have to wait until you become normal, otherwise we will lose our ethnic group Face."

Yang Qing: Go to your sister's ethnic group, I and you are not the same from the beginning to the end, become a normal balls.

Lance: "Didn't you realize that you look different from everyone else?"

Calendula held its flower disc with its leaves, and twisted its slender stem: "Oh, then it has to be traced back to a very touching story...."

Yang Qing: "I'm sorry, I don't want to know anything about this touching story."

Calendula: "At that time, I was still very young, and my mother told me that I would be the new leader. I had a lover who, like me, had several layers of petals. Later, because of the ethnic war, we We parted, but this did not prevent us from meeting again like a passionate love period. However, I found out later that it was the son of the chief of the Calendula tribe that hunted us down. It approached me just to obtain information. .”

Yang Qing: "Oh, it's such a touching story that I'm about to cry. What about that unlucky calendula?"

Calendula: "It died, for my group, it died with honor."

Lance stared fixedly at the calendula, then glanced at Yang Qing who said "why do I want to listen to the story?" and asked, "Since you know your lover is a calendula, how can you tell me?" Why can't you see that you are also a calendula? In fact, you also belong to another ethnic group, not this place where there are all marigolds."

After hearing this, Calendula suddenly smiled: "Of course I am a Calendula, my child." Then it suddenly lowered its flower plate and approached Yang Qing and Lance: "Sometimes, It doesn't matter who you are, what matters is who you feel you are, and that's the most important thing."

Yang Qing raised the corners of his lips without warmth: "Really? I'm sorry I'm a lot of marigolds, but why do I feel like I'm a human being?"

Calendula chrysanthemum straightened its stem, and Yang Qing discovered that it not only had a beautiful flower disc,