[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

Several uninvited guests appeared in the narrow and dark alley, and one of them threw himself on the corpse and wept.

Her crying stopped abruptly, and a scream broke out from her hoarse voice.

Several people rushed over, and they couldn't help but gasped after seeing the appearance of the corpse.

"What happened?" asked a man who suddenly appeared behind them. He was wearing dark blue clothes covered with rusty and intricate patterns. When those people saw him, they saluted respectfully and made way for him to pass.

The woman who screamed before was trembling, and she knelt beside the dead body in a state of extreme horror.

The man followed her gaze to the corpse, and immediately frowned.

The corpse was a horrible thing to look at.The whole body is almost skinny and there is no flesh and blood left. The bones of the whole body are broken, which distorts the whole skeleton into a weird shape. The stretched skin is covered with purple-black holes, and the whole face seems to have been destroyed by something. The chapped skin curled open, revealing bones covered in dried blood vessels.

"Take the body back first, and I will report this to the teacher."

Several people quickly disappeared from the alley without leaving a trace.At this time, on the roof, a crow watched the whole process.

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Mo played with the things in his hands, walking through the noisy street, occasionally looking at the surrounding archways and stalls, with a leisurely demeanor, looking like a child of an aristocratic family playing to pass the time.

He greeted several shopkeepers familiarly, boldly bought several altars of expensive spirit wine, rejected the treasure armor eagerly recommended by the spirit weapon dealer, and only took an unremarkable rusty sword that was said to be cursed.

"Mr. Mo, don't say I'm fooling you. It's said to be cursed, but it's actually just a gimmick. It's not very eye-catching except that the material is extremely hard black iron, let alone It's rusty and worthless. I was going to melt it down and make it up with something else, and you're not worth it."

The young man with a black wooden hairpin pinned to his bun pushed back the spirit stone in his hand, and persuaded Mo sincerely.

Mo shook his head at him, and said with a smile: "I'm refining a magic weapon recently, and I'm missing a small piece of black iron. If it takes a lot of effort to find it by myself, these spirit stones will be a thank you for saving me time and energy." Come on."

Hearing what he said, the man no longer refused.

After Mo left the spiritual tool shop, he walked directly out of the city. He took a road that was inaccessible. The cheap spiritual plants on the side of the road grew wildly like weeds, and they were almost waist high.

He walked more and more slowly and unsteadily.

He stopped suddenly and fell over.

A gust of wind blew by, and several figures appeared in the weedy field.

"It was him! He killed it!" A woman with a hoarse voice pointed at the unconscious Mo, and she summoned the natal spirit sword, ignoring everyone's obstruction, rushed over and directly pierced Mo's chest.

Blood flowed out from under the sword. She pulled out the sword and stabbed it in again, repeating this action until she chopped her husband and enemy like mud, and then she threw down the sword in her hand and laughed wildly.

Mo stood at the edge of the swamp, with an egg covered with red patterns floating beside his right shoulder.He looked indifferently at the several corpses in the swamp, and then at the woman who had only one face that had not been swallowed by the mud.

Her eyes were wide open, the pupils spread out almost covering the entire eyeball, and there were four-color light spots floating inside.

The attackers fell into the hallucinations without knowing it, and they didn't even know how they died.

The egg circled a few times in the air, and Mo turned his head to look at it.

"Eat."

It shook and trembled excitedly, and the red lines became as vivid as blood. As the color of the patterns became more and more colorful, the corpses seemed to be drained by something, and quickly shriveled and became terrifying.

Yellow light spots circled Mo's fingertips, the ground turned, and several corpses, together with the swamp, rolled inward from both ends of the outermost edge like an unrolled picture scroll, and were then sealed by weeds. Wrapped up, rolled into the ground and buried, disappeared.

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It's raining.

Mo sat by the fire, watching the jumping orange flames being twisted and twisted by the rain, the flames gradually became smaller and then extinguished, leaving only a wisp of blue smoke.

Rainwater flowed down his wet hair and the corners of his clothes. The gods were obviously insensitive to the weather, but he felt that everything around him, including himself, was cold.

He couldn't help missing that person.I miss the hands that touched him from the top of my head to the back of my neck when I lay my pillow on my lap, I miss the arms that held him in my arms when night fell, and I miss the eyes that used the sky as a vessel and filled with melted snow in early spring, like Rin In winter, it forms hair like frost and rime.

That person is a noble and holy God, and he is the existence that gathers all evil, resentment and sin.

He doesn't deserve that.Perhaps, what the hateful female cat said was right—from the moment he was born with consciousness, he should be destroyed and completely disappeared.

Mo looked up at the sky, letting the rain hit his eyes.

Something was suddenly stuck to his cheek, which was very warm in the rain. Mo grabbed it and saw that it was the egg that had been raised for several years but hadn't hatched yet.

The oval egg was bouncing and rolling in his hand, almost fell off, Mo hurriedly reached out to fish it back.

Seeing the egg shaking back and forth without knowing what happened, Mo couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He closed his eyes, and the blue light spots surrounded him, turning the rain that drenched him into round water droplets that floated up from his body and gathered around his body to become transparent clothes, Block out the ever-falling rain.

Through the water curtain, Mo saw something in the rain.

It was a tall and slender creature, its whole body seemed to be composed of black mist, ethereal, and the place where the black mist condensed most clearly was its face, the strange thing was that its face was white and flat, There are only four eyes on it, and no mouth and nose.

It stood at a distance of more than ten meters from Mo, just looking at him motionless.

Mo didn't intend to take care of it, he stuffed the egg back into the bag on his waist, turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

【Are you going to continue like this? 】

Mo's footsteps didn't even pause.

【Our power should not be wasted like this. 】

Mo stopped.

The rain that was supposed to fall stopped in the air. They shrank and squeezed, turning into cone-shaped icicles. The sharp end moved sideways in the direction of the slender creature, and then all of them flew over in a flash.

A mist filled the air, and when it dissipated, it stood there unscathed, with blue eyes shining brightly on its face.