After bumping into the villain boss [Western Fantasy]

...This must be too coincidental.

Linton raised his head in surprise and looked in the direction of the voice.The golden hair of the familiar person is very vague in the dark night, and it is extremely difficult to catch, but at least it is brighter than the surrounding environment.

Therefore, after trying hard to compare with everything around him, Linton finally caught a glimpse of Ann Ryan's hair, and then instinctively moved his gaze down a very small distance.

This position should be Ann Lane's eyes.

Unable to explain why he was able to calculate the other person's height so proficiently in his heart, Linton pursed his lips for a while, not knowing what to say.

"Have you met your other bamboo raft?"

The old but very loud voice came to mind a little far away from them, and spread all the way down the river.

This festival seems to have always been hosted by a respectable family in Kanbei City. The old man with a loud voice was the one who led them to board the bamboo raft one by one in disorder.His short gray hair was combed meticulously, and his face looked to be 40 years old at most, but the voice he spoke was very old, and he was about 60 or [-] years old after careful inquiry.

At this moment, the sonorous voice elongated, and Linton realized that the old man was more energetic than he had imagined, and he was growing stronger.

"The river in the middle should not be crowded. Remember to let the place out of the way out. If you know who actually let the bamboo raft stay in the middle of the water, blocking the spirit of the river god on other people..."

There was a clear but somewhat hollow sound of the wooden cane hitting the stone, and the old man slammed the cane a few times to remind the young people who participated in the Water Dance Festival.

Linton immediately forgot what he was going to say just now, and even thought for a long time before he remembered that there seemed to be a guy who seemed to be An Lane beside him——

"you……"

"It seems that this event doesn't have as much influence on you as I imagined. Did you really listen to the festival's introduction just now?"

Linton was stunned for a moment: "This is not just for entertainment..."

Judging from the tone of the other party, it was obvious that he was the one he was familiar with.Linton tentatively stretched out his hand to touch the side, roughly gestured for the position of the opponent's shoulder, and soon touched a piece of burning skin.

Before he had time to realize what he touched, Linton heard Ann Ryan's voice.

"This is not just entertainment." There was a hint of that in Anlan's voice, as well as an inexplicable helplessness and gentleness, "Didn't you hear that? It's an event specially favored by the gods." ——You should know, like this kind of real activity of being watched by the gods. If it doesn't matter under his eyes..."

Linton was stunned for a moment, and he didn't even think about what he touched.

His brain was working quickly, recalling the many classics he had read over and over again, as well as the books that were made of thick parchment paper, with a strong fragrance of paper ink and the peculiar fragrance of animal leather

Then Linton had to admit that he was dumb.

There are very few records in the books on this aspect, as if because of the existence of the God of Light, other well-known gods who have walked on this continent and their past deeds have all been erased.But if one or two books must be dug out from memory, they still exist.

For example, there used to be a small village that was favored by the God of Fate when he was walking on the road before the birth of the God of Light.He once opened his mouth and promised all the residents in this village that as long as they are direct descendants of the village and lived in this village when they were young, he will bless these descendants with smooth sailing in their lives, and everyone will live to be 100 years old.

Later, after the God of Destiny left the mainland and disappeared with the birth of the God of Light, some people thought that the village had lost the favor of the gods, so they launched a war to destroy the village and found the God of Destiny. Treasures left behind.

However, all those who still had such thoughts died on the road in the end, and they were not even involved in the slightest involvement of the people in this village favored by the god of fate.

One of them even captured a boy who walked out of that village in another country across a mountain, trying to identify the location through him.However, when he coaxed the boy into the tavern with delicious food and drinks, and was about to arrest him, the beam of the tavern collapsed directly.

This tavern has just been newly built, and all the materials used are the best and top-notch, so it is very famous in the small town where it is located. Many people think that the owner of the tavern is a real rich man.No one knew that the owner of the tavern was actually from the darkest group of mercenaries, and had done many things that even the surroundings of the Temple of Light did not dare to step into.

So all his belongings and himself died in this collapse.

Among the ruins, the place where the well-fed boy was sitting became the only piece of pure land, the only place that wasn't crushed, and even the meal he was eating wasn't stained with any dust.

There was such an example before, and many people were beaten severely, and the same warning was circulated among the people.

Even though those familiar gods no longer walk in the world, and have even been forgotten by many people, they obviously still have authority in their hands, and they value their authority very much and cannot be challenged——

Linton shivered subconsciously, and looked innocently and questioningly at the position of Ann Ryan's eyes in his subconscious, trying to let the other party receive his sight in the darkness.

Allen smiled lightly, trembling slightly all over his body. It was only at this moment that Linton realized that his hand seemed to be still attached to a piece of flesh of the other party - it didn't seem like an arm - the brain slowed down. Such an idea came up.

Allen's eyes were pitch-black, and he had no way of seeing Linton's situation at all, but this did not prevent him, who had long been accustomed to Linton's various habits, from knowing what little tricks the other party was doing.

"Don't worry, as long as you sincerely repent, I don't think the river god of Xixi River will blame you." An Lane's voice was mixed with a smile.

Linton turned his brain around twice, and quickly grasped what Anlan meant—the god to which this activity belonged was just the god of a river, as long as he stayed away from the river and its branches, that god could not Those who look where his authority cannot reach!

saved!

Linton exhaled suddenly, but almost bit his tongue the next moment.

Wait, Sissi?This is not the name of the river from which three-fourths of the rivers of this continent flow—

Linton was completely stunned this time. The feeling of kicking up to heaven and kicking down to hell made him unable to recover for a while. His mouth was slightly opened, and his eyes were staring straight at the darkness in a daze.

His thinking has even spread to the question of what kind of imitation the organizer used to plunge the surrounding environment into darkness that cannot be adapted to with the naked eye.

Anlan wasn't going to give him time to diverge his thinking and force himself to calm down.

He stretched out a hand and pressed it on the hand that Linton had been resting on his body before, and a voice with a smile was mixed with heat in Linton's ear.

"Keep touching my chest, what are you trying to explain? It's not easy for me to change my robe..."

Linton's brain was completely in a state of crash. He felt that every word Ann Lane said was clearly engraved in his mind, but he could never form a smooth sentence.

So, under the condition of completely losing consciousness in his mind, he was subconsciously manipulated to press his hand, feeling a piece of smooth and hard skin, and the almost completely soaked clothes next to him.

It turned out that the clothes were wet and had to be changed, so the chest was exposed.

These were the last brief flashes of Linton's mind.