The whole world is God's help

While Ash was sleeping, on the plain far away from Duogu Village, an old man in protoss robes and a young man in gorgeous dance clothes were walking slowly under the cover of night.

"Sigourney." The old man suggested tactfully, "Aren't you going to change out of this cumbersome clothes?"

"Why do you want to replace it?" The young man looked down at himself, "Isn't it pretty?"

Old man: "..."

"I didn't expect you to be able to dance the elf dance." The old man tried to admire, "I've never seen you dance before, and I thought you had lost the dance steps."

The young man glanced at him coldly: "Why should I dance for an old man?"

Old man: "..."

"Why didn't you tell that child your name?" The old man continued his efforts undaunted, "He seems to like you very much."

"Then let him never forget the name, thinking about it day and night?" The young man sneered, "Forget it, we won't see each other again."

Old man: "..."

"You should thank that child." The old man slowed down, and continued to earnestly say, "On this river-broken plain, our magic power is imprisoned. Even if this suppression is relieved due to the depletion of the river of elements recently, it is still difficult for me to communicate. The stars, divination of Rachel's whereabouts. Thanks to that child who guided us every night, otherwise we would not be able to find Rachel."

"Why can't you be more confident?" The young man sneered, "Maybe your astrology level has been improved by leaps and bounds, and the result of divination has nothing to do with that brat at all?"

Old man: "..."

He took a deep breath: "When I saw that child, I understood it. It was he who attracted the power of the stars, which gave me enlightenment." He said affirmatively, "He is a child favored by the stars."

The youth is indifferent: "Oh."

What does that matter to him?

"..." wanted to beat him.The veins on the old man's forehead were throbbing, and he tried his best to tell himself to be elegant and calm. For the sake of his dead friend, he had to tolerate the big troubles that this friend entrusted to him, even if he was narcissistic and mean, and he was not at all flattering. like.

Consider the child's cold, bleak past.He wants to teach this child how to be warm and how to love.

The old man meditated in his heart, hypnotized himself for the thousand and one time, very good, calm again.

"Aren't you going to say something?" He guided patiently, "You just succeeded in revenge, killing a gray-robed wizard who is one of the best in the world, don't you have any ideas?"

The young man stopped.

The old man was encouraged and looked at him expectantly.

"Happy?" The young man turned his head to look at him, and raised a nice smile, "As expected of me."

The old man who had already silently stretched out his comforting embrace: "..." and silently shrunk his embrace.

What about crying and chirping for revenge?

What should he do with the chicken soup line he had been thinking about all night?

"Nance." The young man looked towards the sky and called his name.

"Hmm?" Nance looked at the young man in surprise, is he about to open his heart?Have you finally warmed up this cold guy?

"It's almost dawn." Sigourney stood still, "It's time for us to stop and rest."

Nance: "..." Yes!excellent!elegant!want!cold!quiet!We must teach this dead child how to be warm and how to love!

To his warmth and love!

As soon as he picked up his sleeve, he took out his shiny astrological staff from the space ring, and was about to knock on Sigourney's beautiful head.

"Huh..." Signy suddenly raised her arm, and said in surprise, "What is this?"

Nance paused, and temporarily gave up the plan to hit him with a stick, and leaned over to look suspiciously, especially suspecting that Signy was looking for an excuse to avoid being beaten.

But that doubt evaporated when he saw Signy's arm.

——It was Signy's left forearm. On the pale and smooth skin, a clear pattern emerged: fingernail-sized, silvery-white stars, five sharp corners, small and cute.

"What is this?" Nance also murmured to himself, his wise brain pondering over the answer, "I sense the power of the contract. The contract..."

Soon, he remembered: "...Before, before you killed Rachel, he seemed to be forming a contract with that child?"

"What does this have to do with me?" Sigourney stared at the strange mark on her arm, extremely irritable, "It's not who I contracted with—"

His voice froze suddenly, his neck twisted stiffly inch by inch, and he looked at Nance in disbelief, as if to prove something.

Nance tried his best to make a deep expression, and said in a heavy tone: "Yes, the contract ceremony between them was interrupted, but it was probably transferred to you. You were the closest person to them at that time."

Sigourney defended difficultly: "...I didn't do anything."

He didn't read the words of the contract, didn't cast spells, and didn't even say his name.

Which contract is so unreasonable, just grab a passer-by and bind the contract object?

Nance shrugged: "You also know that although Rachel is a villain, a lunatic, and a scumbag, his knowledge and ability are unquestionable. Who knows which ancient wizard's handbook he made the contract from? A strange thing that came out? No matter how unbelievable it is, it is possible."

"Before, I couldn't understand why he quietly left his impregnable wizard tower, and desperately went deep into the Broken River Plain - in this place, even the gray-robed wizard can't exert one-thousandth of his strength, it's hard to believe A guy as cautious as he is will make such a bold decision—of course, thanks to his impulsiveness, otherwise we may never find a chance to kill him." Nance said with emotion, "But now it seems that he Maybe it's for that child."

"So?" Sigourney frowned, irritated, "Can you erase it?"

"Haven't you understood?" Nance sighed, "That's Rachel, who is cunning and fearful of death, he took a huge risk to come here to make a contract—would he let the contract be erased so easily? "

"This contract must be extraordinary." He said loudly, but when he saw Sigourney's cold and livid face, he coughed twice, "...But, give me some time, I should be able to untie it. I am also very interested in the contract that Chelsea prepared."

"Cough, it's almost dawn." Nansili looked like an old man, quickly took out the magic tent from the space ring, and urged, "Sigourney, you can't get in the sun, go in quickly."

Sigourney glanced at the lit up sky, then stared blankly at her arm, turned her head to look at Nance, and paused word by word: "What you said can be solved."

Nance nodded solemnly.

Sigourney pursed her lips, opened the tent and walked in.

Um?in?

finally in?

Standing outside the tent, facing the first ray of sunlight in the morning, Nance comfortably crossed his waist, his heavy expression suddenly changed, and his eyebrows danced happily: Ha!ha!ha!Signy, you have today too!Oops, I can't do it anymore, I suffocated him just now, let him laugh for a while!

As expected of me?

Happy?

Won't meet again?

The contract is signed!

The slap in the face is just slapping.

Hahaha!Hahaha!Hahahahaha!

At dawn, Ash in Duogu Village also woke up driven by his biological clock.

There are rare dark circles under the eyelids.

He opened his eyes, and was still in a daze for a while, he couldn't get his foot out of the dream.

I dreamed of a very good-looking and beautiful person...

He thought, and then suddenly a shock.

Beautiful youth... dancing... troupe... Rachel!

The memory of last night came back instantly, he jumped up from the ground and looked straight ahead.

This is the only high ground outside the village. Standing here, you can have a panoramic view of the direction the troupe was in last night.

The lawn of the villagers slept all over the place at night, and it was already more than half empty at this time.There were also people waking up in the sun one after another, getting up slowly, looking around, as if wondering why they slept in this place.

Then they patted the grass clippings and dew all over their bodies, woke up the acquaintances, greeted each other, teased each other, and walked towards the village.

When passing the high ground, he saw Ash.

So he raised his hand and beckoned to Ash: "Ash, did you have a good birthday yesterday?"

Ash blinked and nodded.

He had a birthday he will never forget.

He ran down from the high ground to where Aubrey and Shanna had slept the night before.

Shanna had already sat up, half lying on her stomach, pulled out a blade of grass, and scratched Aubrey's nostrils with the tip of the blade.

Ashe watched, he couldn't help rubbing the tip of his nose, feeling like sneezing.

"Ah Choo!" A shocking sneeze was slapped out by Aubrey.

He sat up abruptly, with a look of fury on his face: "Which bastard—ah! Shanna!" He performed the classic transformation from a Tyrannosaurus rex to a little sheep, in just a blink of an eye.

Shanna and Ash were both amused by him.

"Good morning, Shanna." Aubrey blushed, "We..." He looked around, his expression became more coy, "Did we sleep outside together last night?"

Shaanna blushed a little because of him: "Yeah."

"You guys, do you remember what happened?" Ash asked carefully.

"Fat, what happened?" Aubrey stammered, almost fuming, explaining in a panic, "I, I didn't do anything to Shanna, what did I do!"

Shanna also nodded hurriedly.

No one asked them to prove their innocence, but the two novices in love seemed to be afraid of being misunderstood by others, and they insisted on explaining clearly.

Ash listened to their incoherent words with a blank face, and picked out the information he wanted to know from a lot of "we are not" and "we are not"——

The two don't remember being held hostage by Rachel last night.

In the impression of the two of them, they watched the whole performance. The performance was so wonderful and the atmosphere was so warm that after the performance, they continued to celebrate on the grass until late at night. Lie down and sleep.

They all slept very sweetly this time, and woke up feeling refreshed.

——Is this also the effect of magic?

Ash was lost in thought, and didn't speak, but made Aubrey, who was trying to defend himself, sweat profusely: "Ash! Ash! Believe me! I really didn't..."

Ash looked at him strangely, and asked inexplicably, "Why do you have to believe me?"

Aubrey & Shanna: "Uh..."

Finally realized, why did they desperately explain to Ash?

The author has something to say: Nance: Do you know how thick Ash’s filter was last night =-=