Neverland

Before he completely passed out, Xu Muzhou's last thought was - he seemed to have forgotten to tell Yan Cen something.

It had been a long and chaotic night, turning some words over and over in his head, not remembering whether he had actually said them or not.

Xu Muzhou didn't sleep very well that night. He was groggy in the first half of the night, and his mind seemed to be stuffed with sticky paste that couldn't be stirred. He simply forgot what happened in the second half of the night. Nothing but the non-stop sound of the waves outside the window kept ringing in his ears, like an anchor to support his memory.

wow——

Just like this, Xu Muzhou thought in a daze.

The waves beat hard on the reef again, the broken water splashed back into the sea, and the howling sea wind swept across the sea surface. The sound was close at hand, and it sounded like a howling with crying sounds.

Xu Muzhou frowned half asleep and half awake, and finally felt that something was wrong.

He moved his fingers, with some difficulty waking up his mind from a deep sleep.

Forcibly waking up from a deep sleep is not a good feeling, Xu Muzhou's whole body is covered with a layer of low pressure from lack of sleep, and his temples are throbbing with pain.

Not only that, his eyes were also burning hot, Xu Muzhou stretched out his hand to touch it, only to feel that his eyelids were swollen badly.

Xu Muzhou: "..."

The memory of last night suddenly came back, Xu Muzhou froze, shook his head quickly, and decided to get those evocative and embarrassing images out of his mind.

Xu Muzhou opened his eyes with difficulty, blinked again, and managed to see the scene in front of him clearly.

In just a few seconds after waking up, Xu Muzhou suddenly felt that he was still in Neverland, but he soon realized that it was not, the sky was dark outside, and the air was filled with a strong fishy smell. Xu Muzhou felt a little nauseated by the smell, and frowned uncomfortably.

He was lying on a narrow single bed. The material of the sheet under his body was so rough that the original color could not be seen. There was a small coffee table in the corner of the bed, and a kerosene lamp was placed on it. There was a small hole in the lampshade, and the wind poured in through that small hole, sweeping the flame inside to this side, and it seemed that it was about to go out.

The wind came from the wooden window opposite the bed. The wooden window was old and aging. Half of the wooden slats were broken by the wind and were hanging precariously on the window frame. The half of the window was falling heavily, looking precarious.

The architectural style of this building is a bit strange, similar to the Middle Ages, but not exactly the same. The room Xu Muzhou stayed in was very small, and the distance between the ceiling and the bed was very close. Lying here, he felt a kind of feeling for no reason. A feeling of tightness in the chest and shortness of breath.

The building is made of green bricks. Xu Muzhou reached out his hand to touch the wall beside the bed, and felt the rough texture of tiles and stones. The wet cement slag rolled down like touching porcelain, falling to the ground. This humble bed.

This place looks like it's also by the sea, or something like that, but it's not as good as Neverland, and the sea breeze is as cold as ice. After just a short while, Xu Muzhou felt that he was trapped I blew my heart out.

Xu Muzhou rubbed his forehead, sat up from the bed, and was going to find a way to block the window first.

As a result, before he had time to stand up, he was shocked by what he was wearing.

He was wearing a pure white fabric with a bit of weird hollow lace on the cuffs. Xu Muzhou touched his neck with a sullen face and found that even the neckline had the same style.

The material of this dress is a bit strange, completely opposite to the rough bed sheet underneath. This dress is very silky, a bit like silk products. Although it doesn't block the wind very much, it is still quite comfortable to wear.

But...Xu Muzhou sat on the edge of the bed hesitantly, moved his legs, tugged at the hem of his clothes at his knees, and finally settled on a problem.

— This is a nightdress.

Xu Muzhou lowered his head, staring dumbfounded at the clothes on his body, wondering what kind of operation this was.

He suddenly remembered the mission background he saw the day before. Because Yan Cen came back suddenly, he only read a half of the information, and he only vaguely remembered that it was a strange medieval background, and the mission object was an exiled "witch".

So what is this... Xu Muzhou thought in shock, could it be that he has become a witch?

Xu Muzhou was extremely shocked by this conjecture. While thinking that Zhong Lu would not cheat him like this, he scanned the surroundings hesitantly like a thief, and made sure that no one was hiding in this narrow room like a mouse hole, so he quickly He tore open his collar and checked his body.

——Fortunately, everything that should be there is there, and there is nothing that shouldn't be there.

Xu Muzhou breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, the door of the "rat hole" was pushed open. Xu Muzhou subconsciously pulled the quilt to cover his legs, only to realize that it was Yan Cen who came in.

Different from the previous worlds, Yan Cen's appearance has hardly changed this time, very similar to when he was in Neverland.Most of the time, Yan Cen will fine-tune his appearance and figure according to the selected mission identity, but this time he doesn't seem to have moved at all.

The cramped door was still too short for him, Yan Cen had to bend slightly to avoid being bumped by the door frame.

He was holding some odds and ends in his hand, and the room was not well lit, so Xu Muzhou couldn't see it clearly.

In comparison, Yan Cen's clothes were much more modest than Xu Muzhou's, like clothes cut from pieces of sackcloth, the left and right cuffs were of different lengths, the trouser legs had stubble, and he didn't even have socks on his feet.Yan Cen stepped on a pair of leather shoes whose color could not be seen clearly, and creaked the wooden floor when he entered the door.

Yan Cen entered the door with his head down, but he didn't see Xu Muzhou awake. For some reason, Xu Muzhou didn't call him, but sat by the bed and waited for him to come over first.

Yan Cen's condition is much better than before Xu Muzhou fell asleep, he no longer has that hesitating expression, and the muscle lines of his shoulders and back have also relaxed a lot, and they don't look so tense anymore.

Xu Muzhou felt relieved, and his overlapping ankles shook unconsciously.

Yan Cen finally walked in, he habitually raised his head and tried to stand up straight, when he saw Xu Muzhou not far away squinting his eyes and smiling at him in a good mood.

Joy is the same emotion as resentment, sadness and resentment, and it cannot be hidden. Xu Muzhou, who has been in the world for a long time, is the same, and Yan Cen, who has been wandering around the world for thousands of years, is the same.

Yan Cen subconsciously put the pile of things in his hand on the low wooden table next to him, walked over a few steps, knelt down on one knee in front of Xu Muzhou, and reached out to touch his eyes.

"It's still a little swollen." Yan Cen sighed, and said, "I can't help it. There is no anti-inflammatory drug in this place. Don't think it's just a small hole. It will probably take a few days to heal."

Xu Muzhou: "..."

He silently closed his mouth, swallowed the sentence "it's not your fault" just now, and realized that he had misunderstood something.

It's good that Yan Cen spoke quickly, otherwise his words would have gone out of the way, Xu Muzhou thought happily.

Seeing his strange expression, Yan Cen knew what the little fox was thinking after thinking about it. He curled his lips together, as if he wanted to laugh, but he pressed it back abruptly, seemingly unintentionally saying: "There is no land in Neverland!" The damage won’t be brought to the real world, but be careful in the real world, you’ll still bring it back.”

Xu Muzhou: "..."

"Oh." Xu Muzhou said dryly.

It seems to be the same, except for a little pain in his eyes, there is nothing wrong with him.

Yan Cen touched his pocket, and took out a small paper bag from the right pocket. The paper bag was not tightly wrapped, and half a white tablet rolled out of it, and it was rolling into Yan Cen's hand.

Yan Cen reunited the remaining paper package and put it back in his pocket, handed the half tablet of medicine to Xu Muzhou, took a water glass from the wooden table, and motioned him to take the medicine.

"This body is not good, and you still have a low-grade fever." Yan Cen said: "The medical level in this world is too bad, let's solve it quickly."

It was only then that Xu Muzhou realized why he was so afraid of the cold, he swallowed the pill obediently, and was almost nauseated by the taste.

Yan Cen quickly covered his mouth with his eyes and handed him back.

When Yan Cen approached, the collar of the clothes slipped down a little, Xu Muzhou blinked again, and opened the eyelids a little, and with the light on, he saw that Yan Cen's face and collarbone had tiny spots. Some of the wounds were scabbed, some were still red and swollen, the longest wound was about two or three centimeters long, and it was at the corner of his left eye.

"...What did you go out for?" Xu Muzhou touched the wound at the corner of his eye, and asked strangely, "Did you go catch a big marlin?"

Yan Cen: "..."

"No." Yan Cen said as he shook Xu Muzhou's hand, tilted his head and rubbed against his palm, and said, "You and I are fishermen who encountered a storm at sea. who strayed into this castle."

"Is this castle on the sea?" Xu Muzhou asked, "Is this why I have a fever?"

"Yes." Yan Cen said.

"...Neverland is really logical at this time, and it's a realist." Xu Muzhou complained a little: "I don't give any benefits when I'm on business, so I can make a better identity."

Yan Cen smiled, kissed Xu Muzhou's fingertips again, and then let go of him, stood up, turned around and picked up something from the wooden table.

Xu Muzhou probed and looked, only to find that it was a few wooden sticks and a wooden hammer the size of a palm.

Yan Cen went to the window, took down the poor half of the wooden window and put it on the ground, took out a small handful of rusty iron nails from his pocket, and nailed the wooden strips in his hand to the broken bracket one by one .

He was knocking and knocking on the window, and Xu Muzhou was not idle. He found his crumpled cloth shoes from the foot of the bed, picked up the kerosene lamp, and held the broken glass cover with his hands. , went to give Yan Cen light.

But this nightdress was really awkward to wear, Xu Muzhou couldn't squat down after changing several positions, so he could only bend slightly, holding the kerosene lamp as a lamp stand for human flesh.

Fortunately, Yan Cen repaired the half of the wooden window quickly and quickly, and reinforced the fragile glass with wooden planks.

"But speaking of it, I suddenly thought of a question." Xu Muzhou said.

Yan Cen was busy fitting the half window back into the window frame, when he heard this, he hummed and signaled that he was listening.

"The target of this mission is a witch." Xu Muzhou was worried: "Brother Yan, do you think this kind of mission object with metaphysics will immediately see that we are not alive, and then wipe us out on the spot?"

Yan Cen: "..."