Lizard Keeping Diary

A small felt hat made of cashmere socks was put on the lizard's head, and it moved left and right under its gaze, and finally adjusted its position.

A semi-finished vest dangled in front of it, as if gesturing for its figure, but finally put it down.

The lizard heard a sigh clearly, and then his cheek was stroked.

"I really hope I can sew your new outfit quickly. I've been a little busy recently, and I finally made it to the weekend, and I have another promise to fulfill." Schatz picked up the lizard, looked left and right, and finally nodded with satisfaction, "Well, it's okay, so let's do that for today."

Before going out, Shatz didn't forget to check how the mermaid was doing.

Just like the previous few days, Anatis was lying on the bottom of the bathtub, looking sluggish.

Comics didn't seem to pique his interest anymore.He has not moved much, and he has forgotten what he wants to do, and he eats reluctantly every day, in response to Schatz's urging.

If this was Schatz's pet, Schatz probably thought he was too sick to save.But Shatz didn't want anything to happen to him after all, so he tried every means to make him live as comfortably as possible.

In order to do this, Shatz tried to communicate with him, wanting to know what was wrong with him, and as a result, the answer he got was beyond Shatz's expectations.

"Me? Unwell?" Anantis said strangely, "I'm fine physically and mentally, if that's what you want to ask..." After a pause, he added, "I've been listening to the People coming and going...running, talking...it takes a lot of energy, sometimes I just fall asleep listening to it. But I have to admit, the world of Wingman is very interesting."

It turns out that when the mermaid is soaking in the bathtub, it's not in a daze, but it's doing this kind of psychopathic activity?

Schatz felt it was useless to worry.But after thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong, so he opened his mouth and said.

"But you've lost your appetite, it's not very good after all, do you want to recuperate?"

"..." Anatis' expression was a little hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just..." Anatis slipped up from the bathtub, took a deep breath, and looked at the red-haired young man squarely, "I've always been embarrassed to say that, in fact, the food of the land people... I think it's terrible. "

"Ah?" Schatz was stunned, "No way. Even if it's carefully cooked cooked food, do you think it's unpalatable?"

"It's better to say that it's because it's cooked that it becomes unpalatable." Anatis explained, "We mermaids are used to eating our prey raw. If there are bad things, such as intestines and poisonous cells, of course we must pick them out, but We don't know how to cook it, it makes the meat less fishy."

Schatz heard the word fishy fragrance for the first time.

How can two words with contradictory meanings form an adjective?

He thought for a while, and decided to go back and get some live shrimps as feed for the fish.

But now he has to go to the zoo.

"On the left side of the main entrance..."

Schatz looked down for the spot he had agreed on last week, and stopped at the third tree.

The shadow in front of him stretched obliquely, Shatz suddenly looked up and saw that Sarov was standing in front of him.

"Hi." The knight wearing iron wings smiled and handed out a white rose, "You look really good today."

Shatz snorted, and suddenly remembered that he forgot to tie his hair when he went out.How can a mess look good?

Shatz took the white rose and sniffed it, and was immediately fascinated by the wonderful fragrance of the flower.

I always feel that sending flowers between men seems a bit wrong...but maybe I'm thinking too much...

"Let's go in."

"Um."

Schatz didn't expect much, lest he be disappointed.But after he entered, he forgot what he had thought.Those smells, pictures and environments took away all his mind in an instant, making him so excited that he ran around like a child.

There are many rare animals on Guangming Island, which are difficult to find in other areas.

Schatz is particularly fond of these animals, especially a black and white bear with a round body.

Some were eating happily with bamboo in their arms, some were paddling and playing by the side of the small pond, and some were licking the fur of the glowing red cubs.

Each one was so cute, Shatz couldn't help but cover his face, screaming inwardly.

Sarov took the opportunity to act as a commentator, saying that these furry bears were transported from the far East and lived here as a symbol of friendship.He spoke clearly and logically, Schatz nodded straightly, showing a look of admiration, and he didn't notice that the lizard was eating the rose viciously, petal by petal, as if he wanted to tear the flower giver into his stomach.

When the sun started to set and the two left the zoo, Schatz was still unsatisfied and clamored to see the bear next time.

Sarov smiled and said yes, naturally took Shatz's right hand with his left hand, and asked him what he would like to have for dinner while walking on the street.

"I'll have to ask the lizard." Schatz shifted his neck to give an ear to the pet on his shoulder.

The lizard glared at Sarov hatefully, and tiptoed to speak ill of Schatz.

Schatz turned away afterward, "Whatever you want. You decide."

Sarov responded, and continued walking with him, looking for a restaurant that could meet the needs of many parties.

There was a drink stand on the road, the operator was a stooped old woman, sitting there alone.

Sarov walked over, followed by Schatz, and found that he was talking to the old woman, but he couldn't understand the content.

Indigenous languages ​​again.Schatz sighed secretly, and stood there impatiently, listening to what they said to each other. Then the old woman picked up a spoon, filled the paper cup with a transparent semi-solidified liquid, poured some honey, and slowly passed it to Schatz.

"#@￥@#￥." said the old woman.

Schatz looked blankly at Sarov, who paid her and explained, "This is the last time she sold this year."

This matter has always baffled Schatz.He lowered his head and sipped this kind of something sweet that he had never drunk before. As Sarov gradually walked into the urban area, there were more pedestrians around him, but the scene just now lingered in his mind.

"Saron." Schatz called out, and the other party stopped in his tracks, "What language is generally used for teaching in your school?"

"Zhaoliyu, what's wrong?" Sarov replied.

Without saying a word, Schatz handed the remaining drink to the lizard, who threw it away angrily.

Sarov suddenly said, "Are you thinking, why are the winged people still using the original language on a daily basis?"

Schatz admits, "I think it's respectable, just a little curious, because almost no one uses a non-universal language in our area."

"It's the same here. Only a few people can use the original language, because..." Sarov thought for a while, "It's hard to say. Not all schools follow the rules. I went to a school when I was very young. Restoration schools, they all advocate a return to the original system, language included. My name was also given by the teachers there because I was an orphan.”

"No wonder."

"This is an enduring topic in society, whether to return or to move forward. Sometimes the discussion becomes too intense, and conflicts will erupt. The emperor often has a headache for this, but the changes in speech and thinking cannot be stopped."

"Saron, you are also a restorationist, right, whether in church or in life."

"Well, I didn't expect anything. The best gift this era can give us is peace."

"This...wouldn't be very painful? Knowing that you are a minority and hopeless to realize your vision, you still insist on your own path."

Sarov turned around upon hearing this, took his hands, and put them on his chest reverently.

"You are a very kind man," he said. "The road has never been easy."

Schatz made a gesture to withdraw his hands, but Sarov held him with terrifying strength.

The air seemed to stagnate.

If the night portends coldness, Sarov's vision does the opposite.The eyes were burning with flames, and as the seconds passed, they became hotter and clearer.

Schatz's heart skipped a few beats, and he couldn't help but flinch.

Yes, he understood the look in Sarov's eyes, he had already understood it.

He never thought that this kind of thing would happen to him.Why would Sarov...and, the big question now is, what should he do?Outright refusal?But Sarov hasn't even confessed yet.He might come across as a self-indulgent fool.

"Shatz..."

Sarov's strength began to relax.

Schatz immediately broke free from the opponent and took a step back.

Perhaps because of the darkness of the night, Sarov's eyes were even more fiery.

"Forgive my rudeness, but..." His voice was hoarse, "Your hands are so soft."

"Uh..." At a loss, Schatz decided to play dumb, "This... the lute does require a lot of players' hands... Hmm..." He tried to change the subject to avoid the situation from developing in a strange direction, "Yes And, you know, if you find yourself with a cold at a concert, there's a great way to suppress a cough."

Sarov stared at him, but didn't answer his words.A gust of wind blew over, and the flames in the eyes burned even more vigorously.Shatz faintly felt that something was about to explode, and he couldn't help but feel anxious, and he didn't dare to breathe.

"Shatz, I really—"

Hiss!

The conversation was interrupted by this, and they both froze in place.

The noise didn't stop, but became more intense.

Hiss!

Exclamations sounded around, and people all pointed to the sky.

Hiss!

On the sky, hundreds of soldiers flew forward collectively, all wearing standard blue sky army uniforms, neatly formed, entering the field of vision without slowing down.Although they were very far from the ground, they looked extremely spectacular, especially when they flew over the heads of the people, as if dark clouds moved over and drifted away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The last few soldiers lined up at the rear of the formation, flapping their massive iron wings, making even louder noises.Some people seemed to have just reacted and raised their arms to salute them, causing other people to follow suit.

"Shall we salute too?" Schatz turned his head in confusion, and was surprised to find that Sarov's brows were tightly frowned.

"No!!" Sarov suddenly roared.

don't you need it?There's no need for such a big reaction.

Shatz was thinking, and suddenly there was a loud noise in his ears.

Bang! ! !

Like everyone else, Schatz was knocked to the ground by the violent shock wave, and his ears were full of buzzing.After a few seconds, he realized that something was wrong, and he forced himself to raise his head, looking at the sky covered in smoke and dust for a moment.

No!No!No!He understood why Sarov was so angry.

I saw those Wingmen who were still flying just now fell down like leaves falling from a tree.

Their bodies were burning, and the moment they hit the ground, they were all shattered.

The birds of the Blue Sky Army were killed long before they fell, and they didn't even make a scream.

This is the power of sex.Each scroll is personally ignited with the body of a living person.

The body was lifted up suddenly, and Xia Ci felt that his bones seemed to be soft, and Sarov pressed hard to stand up.

"Can you hear me? Shatz, they're still here, you have to find a safe place to hide, understand?"

Shatz nodded dizzily, and saw the people around him running wildly, pushing each other and trampling over corpses.

A safe place...a safe place...he can't see where it is...