I roll the dice and sneak [running group]

Of course, Perside can deal with this thief, not to mention the slightest remnant of strength, even a complete individual can be torn off and shredded into pieces.

The cane sword was out of its sheath, the sword light was awe-inspiring, and Perside's figure was elegant and agile. Rather than saying that he was killing this weak thief, it was better to say that it was a vivid show of skill.

"Uncle Pei is the reincarnation of the peacock spirit, right? There's no way to show off." Lu Jiaxin sighed.

"It's very dazzling, but no one is watching." Aifu spread her hands, and Ou Ran went straight into the village without giving Perside a second look.

"We are human too." The actor whispered.

"No." Ive denied: "We are only dogs at best. Dogs who were tricked into killing them."

Lu Jiaxin rubbed his hands: "Um, I have a question. What will happen if Uncle Pei turns around and sees that the audience he wants is gone?"

"Shut up, you'd better find a way to get the Civil Affairs Bureau to come and let them get married in place, it's more reliable than anything else."

"Ah, if you can contact the Mystery Presbyterian Council, it's not impossible to create a civil affairs bureau in the game, but the problem is that this is a closed space." Lu Jiaxin's whole face was wrinkled together, so he was the fastest, what about civil affairs Bureau, Uncle Pei wouldn't really ask him to change into a Civil Affairs Bureau on the spot, would he?

"You sand sculptures are really unreliable." The actor shook his head: "It's hard to imagine that you are my colleagues."

"Who said just now that you don't regret being a colleague? You are reliable, you can do what you want."

Actor: "Of course I can." Then, he took out a palm-sized three-dimensional architectural model from his props backpack.

"Portable church!" The actor said: "The number 99 behind the door, the hidden props of [Love Feast], I can play the priest, is there anyone who is quite a flower girl?"

"No, no, I'll be with you." "Yes, we'll be with you. Does anyone have any red envelopes?"

Perside's cane fell heavily, plunging/into the invisible torso of the thief, and the last of the thief's strength dissipated.

The voice of world consciousness rang in Perside's ear: "Thank you, do you want me to help you get rid of the secret ritual group from your map?"

"No need." Perside said in a good mood: "They still have to accompany me."

World Consciousness: "..." His creations are so poor, what can Perside get, a bunch of copies of Dao (spicy) tools (chicken)?

"Just be happy." After finishing speaking, the world consciousness cut off the connection with Perside, because this damn thief, he still has a lot of things to deal with, and he just woke up and went to work. He is really a great the creator.

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Ou Ran walked into Sander's village, familiar wheat fields and red-roofed huts, and windmills and not-so-high towers in the distance.Everything here is exactly the same as in his memory, exactly.

Most of the people in the village gathered in the cellar for refuge, only the village head and a few teams of soldiers stood guard in the fields.Because of Qin Xiuyan's previous communication, the village head acquiesced to this group of strangers participating in the protection of the Sander tribe, but he still remained wary of them.

At this moment, seeing Ou Ran walk into the village, the village chief went up to greet him first.

"You—" His serious face became astonished the moment he saw Ou Ran's appearance clearly, "Master Sacrifice?"

The village chief was stunned.There are many portraits of the priests in the tower of the tribe. Every member of the Sander tribe will appreciate the priests with different expressions in the portraits at close range during the ceremony, and he will never admit it wrong.

Ou Ran tilted his head, he didn't know the village head.No, it should be said that all the people he knew and the people who knew him were gone.It does not die with the place of comfort, but naturally ages and returns to the torrent of consciousness.

He has lived for too long. Under the influence of Perside, his time seems to have stopped. He has always maintained an appearance in his 20s. Watching his clansmen, their children, and grandsons leave one by one, he chose Leaving his tribe to wander the lands of peace.

Afterwards, until Perside took him out of his safety, he never came back for a second look.

Seeing that Ou Ran remained silent for a long time, the village chief clenched his hands excitedly and nervously: "Master Priest, you may not know me, but you should still remember my great-grandfather's name, his name is Morino."

Morino, Ou Ran remembered.They were still playmates when they were young, until Ou Ran went to the Holy City, and when he came back, he was accompanied by Perside. Morino and Perside had some unpleasant conflicts.

Seeing the excited village head who didn't know what to do after saying a word, Ou Ran smiled: "Can I go to the tower to see?"

"Of course, of course you can. I'll take you there." The village chief asked the others to continue to be vigilant, and took Ou Ran to the tower.

Ou Ran looked back at the migrant workers who were in a mess at the entrance of the village and started making jokes, and said to the village chief, "Let everyone go home, it's okay outside."

The village chief didn't doubt the priest's words at all, and immediately smiled: "Okay."

The tower is the residence of the priests. From the moment they are confirmed to have the talent of priests, they will leave home and family, and enter the tower to learn from the teacher.

Ou Ran has lived here for 15 years, and his excellent memory allows him to remember the appearance of every brick inside.

But when he stepped into the tower again after many years, he was completely stunned.

There are picture frames everywhere, long ones, square ones, round ones, big ones and small ones, almost all the walls are covered.

He looks different in the frame, focused, gentle, shy, and annoyed, but without exception, the background of all portraits is the Peiside library.

The village chief didn't know when to leave. Perside's footsteps accompanied by the sound of his cane tapping the ground came, and he stood behind Ou Ran.

"Is this the gift you're talking about?"

Ou Ran asked softly.

Perside shook his head, he hugged Ou Ran from behind, stretched out his palms in front of him and spread them out.

A small fragment was suspended in the palm of his hand, emitting a faint light.

"I want to give you the place of comfort. It's not complete yet, and it may take more time to piece together. You're right, I can't remember what it looks like. If you want, this work can be done by you To be done.

I filter and screen those souls who once belonged to a safe place in this world, and I want your hometown to be closer to your memory.

Do you like this gift? "

Perside rubbed against Zoran's ear in a low voice, and Zuran's trembling hand touched the fragile looking fragment lightly.

Perside, who hates trouble so much, and who never created anything, unexpectedly cobbled together for him a broken and small place of comfort that was not perfect at all, and could not even reach the collectibles.

Something rolled down from the eye socket, Zou Ran grabbed Perside's outstretched hand, and buried his face in it.

Perside hugged Zan Ran tightly, his lips lingering on the back of his neck.

He still hates anything that takes away his little investigator's gaze, including Safe Place, but Perside, who has tasted loss, has at least learned to give in, as long as his little investigator returns to him, something He can acquiesce.Anyway, he found a cheap trustee for the safe place, oh, it's called the Golden Cage here.

The world consciousness, which was dealing with its own world crisis, sneezed three times in a row: "Who is counting on me?"

Perside hugged the emotional and tearful Dian Ran, and walked in front of the wage earners.

"Hurry up and set up the church, it's just that you bunch of funny guys are busy chatting and haven't done any preparations."

"Who had the happiest conversation? Promotion and salary increase?"

Perside smiled at the wage earners, a white light reflected from his monocle.

"Give this roll of parchment to your superiors." Perside said, "Take it as part of my money."

"It's that simple?" Lu Jiaxin took the sheepskin scroll and asked in a daze.

Perside smiled and said nothing, and disappeared in front of the wage earners in a blink of an eye.

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Three months later.

Ou Ran lay prone on the velvet mattress, and feebly kicked Perside away behind him, but was wrapped around his ankle by several tentacles.

"Enough." He said hoarsely, "I'm going to see the first copy of the Golden Cage beta."

Perside propped his head lazily, picked up a few strands of Dian Ran's hair and held them in his hands, "It's nothing interesting, it's nothing more than fighting wild wizards."

Yes, the game "High Energy Behind the Door" couldn't help but not close down, and a new copy was opened immediately.

Because the world consciousness felt that the public relations plan given to the secret instrument was too troublesome, it might as well give his creations an amnestic, so the players only remembered that there was a bug in the new expansion pack of "High Energy Behind the Door", which caused They get stuck offline for a while, and don't remember anything else.

What to do, the world works the same way.

except-

Qin Xiuyan and Jiang Yi looked at Lu Jiaxin who was smiling slyly, and felt as if they were in a boat of thieves.

"Come, come, sign the contract of sale, and you will have the hardest job in the world. As long as the world doesn't explode, you will never be unemployed."