Another Life: Elf Archer

Every year I feel like I'm having a dream.

Can you still dream in the game?Nian Nian, who had long since woken up, still closed his eyes, so that he could pick up the dream again.

It was a bright room with blue sky and white clouds outside the open window. In the shadow of the window stood a man, a man who seemed to be smiling and waving to her.

Although I couldn't see this man's face clearly and couldn't remember his name, I still felt the warmth in his body every year.

Is this person my family?Is it my father?

"Open your eyes when you wake up! Don't pretend to be asleep!"

Nian Nian reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at the owner of the voice.

Nian Nian was half-lying on the ground, leaning against a dead tree, while Simir was leaning down to look at her, and poked her hand on her belly with the staff in his hand.

"You will go to hell if you disturb your dreams."

Nian Nian slapped the staff away, raised his hands, stretched, was stunned for a moment, and touched his back:

"Hey, where's the wound? Did you heal it for me?"

"Otherwise, who else could it be?" Simil raised his eyebrows, and then asked her curiously: "Did you dream just now? You can actually dream?"

"What do you mean I can dream?" Nian Nian had a black line on his face.

"...Forget it, it's nothing." Simil shook his head and turned to the other side, "Zimo, don't stay too far away from me, you will be affected by the miasma."

Zimo, who crept behind the tree, paused, turned around, touched his nose and said with a smile, "Aren't I afraid of disturbing you?"

Nian Nian heard that something was wrong, so she glanced at Zimo and saw Zimo wink at her and point at Simir.

What is this person saying?Nian Nian frowned and looked at Simil:

"Did you do something to me while I was sleeping?"

Zimo let out an ouch, slapped his forehead, and walked up to Nian Nian: "Sister, what you said is too ambiguous. Don't talk nonsense in the future."

Nian Nian was even more puzzled, but Simil spoke at this time: "I just checked your condition, fearing that you might die accidentally."

"Oh, thank you very much." Niannian stood up neatly, "Where is this place, what direction is it, how to get there?"

"Are you still planning to go back to find the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer?" Simil frowned.

"I'm not looking for it, I'm looking for something else." Nian Nian corrected him.

"If you are looking for those two types of arrows on your body, they won't be found here, absolutely not." Simil tapped Nian Nian's waist with his staff from afar.

"That's not what you're looking for." Nian Nian checked his injuries and condition and found that his cloak had been scratched, so he simply took it off.

"Looking for an altar?"

Nian Nian didn't answer. He lowered his head and rolled up his cloak into a ball, stuffing it into a hole in the dead tree.

"Why are you so attached to that altar?"

Nian Nian touched his neck and took off the empty necklace with some distress.

"What do you want?"

Simil's tone became more and more serious, and his eyes looking at Nian Nian became more and more serious.

"An answer."

Nian Nian finally responded to him, raising her head to look at him quietly.

Simil opened his mouth, looking at Nian Nian, his eyes became a little complicated, and then turned to look at Zimo, who was studying a branch at the side.

"How about I go over there and take a nap?" Zimo caught Simil's gaze and pointed in a random direction.

Simil withdrew his gaze and hesitated to speak to Nian Nian. In the end, he said nothing and just shook his head.

"Ahem, allow me to interrupt?" Zimo raised his hand to indicate that he wanted to speak.

Seeing the other two people turning to look at him, Zimo cleared his throat and said, "Do those three over there have a solution?"

After hearing this, Nian Nian lowered his head and thought for a moment with a serious face, then looked up at Simil.

"Did you use that kind of arrow?" Seeing Nian Nian nodding, Simil continued, "So the self-protection program of the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer was triggered. Players or other monsters around it - no camp. Those who belong to it will automatically protect it, there is no solution for this at the moment.”

"But..." Nian Nian thought of the look she saw before going to sleep, "Did Sui seem to break free at that time?"

"Just for a moment, and then he was controlled again." Zimo added.

"After all, players are living beings and are not easy to control. It is normal for people with stronger willpower to break free for a short time."

"But we can't expect those three people to be strong-willed, right? For example, Sanchi Shui is so weak!" Zimo felt that it was up to him and Niannian to find a solution on their own.

"So, why don't you just leave here?" Simil suggested, but he just looked at Nian Nian.

Zimo was about to refuse, but when he saw Simir's eyes falling on Nian Nian, he knew that he was just asking for Nian Nian's opinion, so he wisely stopped talking and waited for Nian Nian's answer.

"I thought you might have some idea of ​​my character."

Niannian just replied like this, neither saying to leave nor to stay.

Simil sighed softly, took out a diamond-shaped badge from the storage ring on his finger, and handed it to Nian Nian:

"There's not much I can do, let alone a direct conflict with it, but... you won't be affected by the fog for the time being. There is also this, which can release the control of the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer, but the effect range is only one meter. The person wearing the badge is one meter taller.”

After listening to Simil's introduction, Nian Nian raised his hand and threw the badge to Zimo: "Take it, I don't need it."

Zimo thought about it. If he was prepared this time every year, there would be no more close encounters with others, and he probably wouldn't get within one meter of any of the three people again.

Putting the badge on his sleeve casually, Zimo took out his knife and looked at Nian Nian, who was also ready to go.

"Do you have to go? This time... it may be on guard. You two may not be able to resist it."

"And you might actually die."

Nian Nian stopped, looked back at Simil, and smiled sincerely:

"I know."

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Watching the retreating figures of Nian Nian and Zi Mo, Simil felt that the mist lingering around him could be thicker, thick enough to cover everything.

He stood motionless, as if thinking about something. After an unknown amount of time, he raised his hand, looked through a mirror that suddenly appeared, and pressed it a few times with his hand.

About ten minutes later, a humanoid projection appeared in front of him.

The dressing style of this projection is obviously very incompatible with this world: this man is wearing a white coat, casual pants, and a pair of old man's shoes at his feet.

The humanoid projection raised his hand and pushed up his glasses, and asked helplessly: "Hughes, no, I should call you Simil now. Why are you looking for me again? What else do you want to change? Did I say your recent illegal operation?" Too much? Did you do something else just now? Even you, even me, have to criticize you."

Simil interrupted the chatter of the man in front of him and said unceremoniously: "Don't change anything this time, help me check something."

The person who came seemed to be very familiar with Simil. He was not angry when he was interrupted and asked simply: "What are you checking?"

"Check...the character's data." Simil paused and continued.

"Character? Player or?"

"I don't know, that's why I asked you to check." Simir looked at the direction where Nian Nian disappeared again, not knowing whether there was any meaning in doing so.

"Not sure?" The visitor touched his chin with interest, "This is really interesting, let's talk about it in detail."

"A character who looks like a player but cannot log off. Moreover, this character seems to have some memory problems. He seems to have forgotten a lot of things before entering this world."

Simir relayed the news he received from Jiusedenxianlu.

To be precise, it was Jiuse Dengxianlu who asked him these two questions and wanted to know if there were any solutions to these two problems.

The visitor's hand touching his chin paused slightly: "Loss of memory? Normally speaking, if you can't go offline, it may be that there is no entity that can carry the consciousness for its transfer... Do you think..."

"She may be someone who has 'died' like me."

Simil confessed his suspicion to his good friend.