[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

Darcy walked forward slowly, relying on the stars in the sky to identify the direction.

In such a vast place, the soles of his feet are covered with sand, dry and cold, which makes him feel uncomfortable.

Thirst intensified, and he barely saw a little fire as if he was hallucinating.

This place was very strange, not any land he had ever been to.

"Could it be that there are illusions in dreams?" Darcy laughed at himself. "Is the lover of my dreams here? Then I have to take a good look at her character, her conversation and appearance."

He took off his top hat, and walked towards the fire in a calm manner.

Even if it is a man of five big and three rough, he would probably be willing to lend him a little water for a traveler from a foreign land.

[Host, someone is coming in this direction]

system hint.

"Is there someone?" Lydia asked incredulously, "I thought I was the only one in this world, didn't I?"

Why are there others?

[Of course not, the place where the system is launched is far away from human residences]

System corrections.

"Why do you stay away from human residences? Don't let me be lazy?" Lydia flexibly used her newly learned tone, "System, your heart is so vicious, it makes me so sad."

[Host, you are a girl, and you are still a beautiful girl, you should imagine, if you meet a group of strangers at this time, what kind of treatment you will receive when you appear out of thin air]

The system reminded, [The witches who were burned to death in the Kingdom of Great Britain should be quite a few, right? 】

"What about the new guy?" Lydia nervously picked up the thick wood on the side, "Do I need to be on guard?"

[The system will provide protection in friendship.Of course, you can try to be prepared. 】

When Darcy took off his hat and walked into the camp circle, he saw a very unsightly man with disheveled hair pointing at him with a log.

Is this a savage?Like Friday?

Darcy frowned, he bowed slightly, and a magnetic voice poured out of his mouth.

"My dear friend," he said in a deep and elegant voice, "can you take pity on me, a passing traveler, and lend me some water to drink?"

Lydia moved the stick away after hearing the words, and was stunned by the person in front of her.

Her cheeks were immediately stained with a rosy blush, and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Stiff brows and eyes, hair tied behind the head meticulously, and a thin but resolute face with a little stability.

And such a person was talking to her.

Even though he looks a bit embarrassed now, his appearance can be called handsome.

[Reserved, host, reserved. 】

"Of course." She came back to her senses, and put down the wooden cabinet in her hand with a red face.

First straightened the hem of the skirt, knelt down towards Darcy, then squatted down, touched for a long time, and took two baobab fruits.

"Here," she handed it over.Feel a little happy.He's so handsome, really handsome.

[Don't look, handsome is someone else's, and he won't marry you. 】

The system said sourly.

Look, look, as soon as this little fairy came, she forgot the friendship she had just watched the video together.

"Whether he marries me or not doesn't affect my admiration for his handsomeness," Lydia pondered, "Tell me, if I learn the courses of your system well, can I make money to support my handsome boy?"

She dreamed flatteredly, "I'll pack a handsome one like this, who looks good and speaks nicely."

Darcy took the fruit, thanked him, and quietly looked at the girl in front of him.

Her curly brown hair had a soft luster like chocolate, and her eyes were as bright as her own.

She was sitting by the bonfire, fiddled with the flames from time to time, the careless movements had obviously been done many times.

Instead of the tutu skirts that ladies often wear, or other beautiful dresses, she wears men's trousers and a straw hat, casual clothes, but with a sporty aesthetic.

Although the girl looked pretty and lovely, Darcy didn't dare to underestimate her.

At least the piece of wood she pointed at Darcy at that time was obviously extremely difficult for the delicate lady to lift, and Darcy had to spend some effort to do it.

Is such a girl who appeared in his dream the lover of his dreams?

Darcy had a tinge of doubts about his own vision, and it was a little incredible.

He has always been a strict and upright person, but what he likes deep down in his heart is this kind of girl who is unruly and even a little out of the world?

Incomparably powerful, kind but looks proud and strong, not gentle and gentle at all?

It's impossible, absolutely impossible.

Darcy thought wildly.

Maybe what appeared in his dream was the type he hated the most?

This may not be a dream, but a nightmare.

After all, he had walked in the desert for so long before, tired, thirsty, and lonely haunted him.

What a nightmare.When he finished eating the fruit, Lydia handed him another glass of water.

"Thank you," he sat on the ground naturally, raised his head and gulped down the drink in one gulp.

The drops of water leaking from the corner of his lips meandered all the way, from his slender neck to his slightly protruding Adam's apple, then rolled to his collarbone, and finally sank into the two-buttoned placket.

Lydia clearly heard a swallow in her throat.

【Tsk, you are the one who is greedy for him】

The system complained.

"No," Lydia retorted against the system in her heart, "I'm just jealous of his body! How handsome he is! Whether I marry him or not, I still think he's handsome."

[Come on, people are complaining in their hearts that you are good-looking but sloppy, stop being an idiot. 】

The system couldn't help but hit Lydia.

"What??" This Lydia couldn't take it anymore, "Drinking my water, eating my food, talking bad about me in your heart?"

She was angry with a slightly angry tone, "What kind of peerless and invincible bastard is this!"

【...Do you know how to curse people? 】

The system is silent.

"Excuse me," he caught a glimpse of Lydia's emotional changes from the corner of his eye, thinking that his behavior made her feel uncomfortable, and handed the cup to Lydia after drinking, "How do I call you?"

Lydia was really upset, "You don't have to ask me this, and I won't tell you. After all, you also look down on my food. All right, sir, take your things and leave after eating .”

She said arrogantly, "You will only bore me here."

"With all due respect," Darcy was obviously at a loss, "Did I offend you in any way?"

"Yes or no, do you still not know?" Lydia said impatiently, "Now, please leave quickly."

Darcy still could not understand why the young lady had thrown him out in such a sudden outrage.

But he didn't have the idea of ​​staying there.

After all, he is a gentleman. After a brief moment of stupefaction, he packed his things in a very decent manner (although there was nothing to pack), put on his coat, stood up and saluted the lady who lent him water, and then He left without looking back.

He fumbled for a few steps, found a place away from the campfire, put his coat under his body, and lay down.

Seeing that Darcy had really left, Lydia didn't bother to care about him.

Who cares about the kind of people who speak ill of others behind their backs!

She groaned and lay back on her straw bed, and yawned.

When Lydia opened her eyes again, what she saw was her small but warm room.

The sound of rain was pattering on the window eaves, and there were lightning flashes outside.

Although the room was still a little dark, there was still a quiet fragrance that filled it.

Someone probably sneaked into her room and changed another bouquet of flowers for her.

She yawned, pulled her hands out of the pink and white floral quilt embroidered with lace, and rubbed her face.

I propped up the bed and thought about getting up, but I didn't force my hands to open it, and my eyes opened and closed involuntarily.

Still feeling a little sleep deprived.

He fumbled around the corner of the quilt on his bed, made up his mind, and brushed it off.

so cold! !

This time Lydia was completely frozen awake.

Trembling, she stood up while supporting the head of the bed with exquisite patterns, and straightened her skirt.

Then he jumped out of bed and put on his slightly yellowed slippers embroidered with roses and flowers and leaves.

Then it is a routine to open the closet and think about what to wear for myself today.

She was wondering whether this frilly skirt looked better or the one with more lace.

dong dong dong.

"Get up soon, Lydia." Kitty probably knocked on her door. "It's raining too much today. If you don't get up, you won't have anything to eat."

"Just come."

Lydia just couldn't choose well, so she simply opened the door.

Outside the door was Kitty in light blue.

"I don't know what to wear today," she complained to Kitty with a headache, "help me see, it's too bad, I feel like I've forgotten everything when I wake up."

"Let me see," Kitty hesitated for a moment among several skirts, and chose the light yellow one.

"This color matches your skin tone," she commented sharply. "To be honest, I don't think pink is suitable for you. It looks a bit dark."

"I know, I know," Lydia said while switching sides, "I thought the same thing when I saw this dress, but the pink color is so pretty, and the clerk was blowing the hype..."

Kitty helped her straighten the table, took out a stack of papers, and pressed a rose on it from the vase.

"Do you want me to sleep with you tonight?" she asked, "I feel like you haven't been in a good mood these two days. Will I feel better?"

A traditional project for the Bennet girls, two good girls can always have a nighttime whisper together.

Generally, Jane and Elizabeth are together, Kitty is with Lydia, and Mary claims that she prefers to fall asleep with the book.

"Thank you, Kitty," Lydia straightened her curly hair, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with herself in the mirror, and then smiled mysteriously at her, "I think I can tell you soon Why haven't I been able to sleep well for the past two days?"

"All right, all right," Kitty gave her a thud. "You've always got a lot of crazy ideas."

They went down, arm in arm, to the drawing room, where they found most of them around the fire.

Mr. Bennet was sitting by the fire with a book, looking through his spectacles and frowning.

The firelight gave his gray hair a yellowish color, and Lydia was a little dazed, as if her father was really old.

Jane and Elizabeth gossip on the couch.

Mary was practicing the piano again, jingling and jingling, but it was especially nice with the sound of rain.

But what about mom?Where is mom?