Holographic online game of catastrophe

Chapter 6

When Norman woke up, he thought his head would hurt, but in fact, he didn't feel anything.

It took him a long time to lie on the bed in a trance before he realized that he was in a game. He sat up, not knowing what time it was.

Norman's expression was still indifferent. He didn't know if the high priest was still here, and he didn't even know if the high priest heard what he said yesterday.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Norman rested his chin, his eyes dull as if in a daze.

When the high priest returned to the room, he happened to be watching Norman in a daze.

Norman's out-of-focus eyes fell on him, and it seemed as if his hair had exploded in an instant. Norman straightened his body and looked at the high priest with horror in his eyes.

The high priest came over, put the things in his hand on the table, walked up to Norman naturally, touched his forehead, and asked in a low voice, "Do you have a headache?"

Norman shook his head blankly, and the high priest breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that the young man would have a headache when he woke up in the morning, so he went to prepare the hangover potion early in the morning.

Gently rubbing the young man's forehead, his skin was smooth and warm, and he withdrew his hand reluctantly. The high priest asked Norman with a calm smile, "Would you like something to eat?"

Norman didn't realize what happened at all, and could only shake his head blankly again.

Seeing him like this, the high priest was a little distressed, so he persuaded him: "You were drunk last night, and it will be bad for your health if you don't eat something in the morning." After finishing speaking, the high priest picked up a bowl of broth on the table, The broth was relatively light, and he put the soup in front of Norman: "How about some?"

His appearance originally had a holy light, and his voice was extremely soft at the moment, making him look like a saint descending.

Norman was bewildered, he took the broth from the high priest's hand obediently, and stuffed it into his mouth. After a strange sense of satisfaction rose in his stomach, Norman finally regained his sanity while drinking the broth So much so that later he took a sip and sneaked a look at the high priest.

The high priest didn't seem to notice, but still looked down and smiled as he watched him finish the soup in the bowl.

After Norman finished drinking, he took the bowl very naturally and handed over a handkerchief.

Pausing for a moment, Norman, who thought that the matter had come to this point, took the handkerchief, thanked him, and wiped his mouth.

Putting the handkerchief into his pocket, Norman honestly thought about washing it and returning it to the high priest.

The high priest looked at Norman's movements, his eyes flickered, but he said with a smile, "I'm leaving soon." At this moment, the high priest seemed a little hesitant, as if he still had something to say.

Facing the High Priest, Norman, who was basically a fan of brains, didn't notice this at all. He was mourning that even if he borrowed wine last night, it didn't seem to be of any use.

He suppressed his sadness, pretending to be nonchalant and said: "Okay, you have a good journey."

He was still hesitating at first, but when he saw the young man saying goodbye so calmly, the high priest blurted out: "Shall we go together?"

Norman's eyes suddenly became bright: "Okay!"

The words had already been spoken, and the high priest was not upset, and even joyful. He felt that he was looking forward to traveling with the young man.

Now that he decided to set off, Norman jumped down immediately. Although he didn't need to wash up in the game, he couldn't help but show his best side in front of the high priest.

He cleaned up at the fastest speed, and felt that he was more energetic than usual, and immediately followed the high priest to bid farewell to the shark tribe.

Many mermen met on the road greeted them with smiles, and the high priest all smiled, while Norman followed behind the high priest, silent like a shadow.

The sharks are basically being hosted by An Lie. Hearing that they are going to leave now, An Lie was taken aback for a moment and blurted out: "You two together?"

After he finished speaking, he realized his impoliteness, and hurriedly said, "Norman, aren't you waiting for Huo Lei? He drank too much yesterday and is still sleeping."

Both the high priest and Anlie turned their gazes to Norman.

In the sight of the two, Norman looked back at An Lie blankly, "I, follow the high priest."

An Lie was stunned again, he and Norman had known each other for a short time, but recently they always overturned his previous views.

He smiled wryly, and deeply felt that his vision of seeing people was still not good enough. Originally, he made friends with Huo Lei because of his strength, but he didn't expect that the really powerful one was Norman who had been quietly following behind Huo Lei. Moreover, the relationship between Huo Lei and Norman was not as good as Huo Lei said, or thought.

He bowed deeply to the two of them: "Thank you for everything you have done for the Merman Clan. We will always remember that you two will always be our clan's benefactors and the most distinguished guests."

Since Norman said that sentence, the smile on the high priest's face became more cordial, and he smiled and exchanged a few words with An Lie.

Norman stood behind the High Priest in a daze. He always felt that today's High Priest seemed to be more radiant and gorgeous than before.

After exchanging greetings with An Lie, he turned his head and saw Norman with slack eyes. The high priest was a little helpless, and called softly, "Norman?"

Norman, who actually had a radar for the high priest, woke up the first time the high priest's eyes fell on him, and he replied loudly and loudly: "Yes!"

The high priest laughed: "It's time for us to go."

Then Anlie saw Norman leaving behind the high priest like a shadow. He always felt that Norman had grown a tail and was wagging vigorously. He shook his head with a smile and followed the two. Afterwards, if the two of them wanted to leave, they had to take the boat of the Merman Race, so he, as the young master, would naturally send them off.

Watching the backs of the two people going away on the boat, An Lie saw Norman standing beside the high priest, and felt that the backs of the two were incomparably harmonious, as if they should be like this.

After traveling by boat for half a day, we arrived at the main city.

Norman deeply felt that An Lie must have given them a bad boat, otherwise he would have vomited on the boat anyway.

With a pale face, he barely supported himself. As soon as the ship arrived at the port, after the high priest walked down, Norman walked down with unsteady steps.

After walking a few steps, he found that the high priest suddenly stopped in place. He looked over strangely and found that the high priest's beautiful face was full of apology and annoyance, "It was my negligence." After speaking, the high priest whispered a few words. syllable,.

Norman felt the cold water pouring down his head in an instant, his whole body was shaken, and he became much more energetic in an instant.

Looking at his panel, he found that there was an additional buff state: the blessing of the high priest

The High Priest's blessing has always belonged to the kind of almighty buff, which adds attack, defense, blood volume, mana, and various attributes, but the most important thing now is that Norman's head is not dizzy at all, and he doesn't want to vomit anymore. If you are energetic, you can fly around the main city for a few laps. This will move Norman's heart. QAQ is indeed the best high priest, lick my male god!

Today's brain teaser routine (1/1) completed

Of course, the high priest didn't notice Norman's inner drama at all. He was satisfied to see the young man's complexion improved, and finally he was not overwhelmed by the annoyance. He didn't understand why he, who should be more sensitive than anyone else, didn't notice the young man. Feeling unwell, he always refused to take a second look at the young man...

...He was afraid...if he watched too much, he would be lost...

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