[Western Fantasy] Magic Chef

"Hey! Catch a little guy~" Moore, who was having fun, was caught, joking viciously, and Moore trembled from the heart.

"You are?" He knew he couldn't resist, the man's whole body was in the light, and Moore couldn't see clearly.

"Don't worry about who I am, you just need to do me a small favor," Moore held back his discomfort as he weighed the soul ball, "I believe you can do it," his head was close to Moore, with no warmth like animal pupils, He felt that the consequences of not being able to do it were not something he could bear, "I believe you can do it," Moore nodded quickly, with a hunch that if he disagreed, he would die immediately.

"Very good boy," the man smiled with satisfaction, "you leave as soon as possible, and also, no one should disturb Fan, do you understand?" Get up, "What's the relationship between you and Your Excellency?" He asked in a low voice, it seems that it is not good to be too crazy.

Relationship, what relationship, what relationship can it be, why do you ask, why do you ask, I can't help but want to give punishment.

Moore's body was rubbed together by two hands, and his fate was in one hand. Moore felt regretful, he shouldn't ask, he shouldn't provoke him, and he was absolutely sure that Fan would never pay attention to him, and endured the pain. Just get over it.

After the pain was lost, the color of the soul body faded a lot, and the god touched him gently, "Don't ask so much, it's no good to know too much, just do as I say, understand?"

"Understood!" Moore replied flatteringly. He guessed that since his relationship with Adair, he had seen many of the same.

When the man left, Moore was entangled, should he ask His Excellency Fan, or wait?Your Excellency Fan doesn't need him, but he can't leave for the time being?Moore waited questioningly.Kingdom of Gods, this is the first time I came here, I rolled into the clouds with all my heart, sneaked into the garden to watch the elves, he found that when he didn't want others to see, he could hide perfectly.

Later, Moore found that the most comfortable place was a small shallow pool, soaking there, he felt comfortable all over, listening to the gossip of the elves, he knew a lot of news, and the most talked about was the priest, Fan.

Fan's rare play gave the elf the extravagant hope to see him again, showing a nympho.Fan Qing's cold and unapproachable image really attracts all creatures. Moore believes that he has a bad taste, and there is a lively side under his face.

Moore thought of Adair, but he didn't explain anything. He must have been worried. He didn't know what was going on inside. He didn't know that his body was left there. He didn't know that his soul had reached the kingdom of God. He was guarding the corpse now, rotting. .

After an unusually long time, Moore woke up in the pool, woke up and slept, and finally waited for Fan's call.

Fan waited boredly. Time was not worth mentioning to him, but it was extremely precious. He raised his spirits and ignored the sneaky people. He saw Moore's soul, which fortunately absorbed the energy of the space gate, solidified, evolution.

He saw the changes in the continent, the vicissitudes of life, the cold winter sweeping across the entire continent, the destined protagonist took up arms for the sake of mankind, the blood of war and killing soared into the sky, and a certain proud existence waved its flag and shouted loudly.

It's boring to have everything in your hands, he's tired.

Moore jumped to the entrance of the temple and moved carefully, "Your Excellency, what do you want me to do?"

"Come here, come to my side," Fan's eyes pierced his heart.

His body is cool and gentle. In the huge mirror in front of him, Adair looked desperately at the pool. He was lying in the pool unconsciously. When the picture turned and he reached the mainland, Moore's mind was completely covered by Adair. Instead, 'Adair' mumbles unconsciously, a complex mix of attachment, miss, miss.

Crazy wild beasts rushed through the forest, mountains, and plains, followed by cities. Humans relied on the cities, firing arrows, and all kinds of magic were thrown at the monsters. The spectacular signs made humans even more desperate and desperately defended.

Moore's emotions were attracted by the war. In the crystal ball, he saw other things, black air in the air, black air on monsters, and even a small amount of black air on humans. "What is this?" Moore asked, To see them is to feel endless disgust.

"To describe it in abstract language, they are the root of all evil, and they are the source of all pain. In fact, I don't know." Moore held back the twitching corners of his mouth.

"Aren't you a god?" Meaning, how could you not know.

Fan glanced at him, "God doesn't know everything, there is a situation, I will tell you for sure, even if you know it, you can't say it." Whoever really knows, deceives other people's knowledge, and thus they really master everything.

He sighed: "We are all gamblers, and whoever sticks to the end wins."

Moore believes that this is his truth. Moore doesn’t understand their level, he shouldn’t know, the more he knows, the more trouble he will have, so he won’t ask any more. After reading it, he won’t even recognize Dalu , I don’t know what happened to his Moore cafeteria. His efforts basically disappeared due to natural and man-made disasters.

"Your transformation is almost complete, it's time to go down," Fan said without moving, leaning on the chair without expression, not knowing what to think about, how to get down, how to get down, he didn't say anything.

Adair's lonely figure, from that glance, remained in his heart, and he could no longer ignore it.

"Your Excellency, what do I need to do?" Moore knew what was going on, and it was not easy.

Fan held back his yawn and straightened up, "You've always been a sensible person, since I left you, I know that you won't make me regret my decision."

He mentioned again that he was going to be executed, and Moore had such a clear understanding.

"You have to prove this value, which is good for the world, or I won't be able to keep you," Moore prepared. Unexpectedly, there was a bigger ax hanging on his head, and his every move was being watched. Then, if it was harmful, he would die suddenly without knowing when.

"I understand. I know what to do. I've always been talking on paper. I didn't expect to get so much support. Is this because of your will?" Moore asked.

He knows his own abilities well, he is very sure about the production of food, and he has little knowledge about other places, so he can't guarantee success. However, in Emerald City, he succeeded. He knows how outrageous it is in reality. Can't help but guess, did he enjoy the treatment of the protagonist?

"I'm not so boring, you see yourself too clearly, I just tell you, do what you think boldly, as long as it is beneficial, you can succeed," Fan's words gave Moore a lot of assurance, and at the same time it was the desire Source, Moore's eyes lit up, thinking of many things, including the original ideal.

Fan didn't say a word, the result of thinking too much, or getting nothing, is a moral test, and he doesn't know if Moore can pass it.

Continental, the gods of the sky, the location has been arranged a long time ago, and a play has started early, just to see who is sacrificed and who has the last laugh.

"Is it what I think?" Moore asked, reappearing in the 21st century, he thought, if he can't go home, then let this world be his home, he wants to be in a familiar environment, He wants to make his dream become the greatest career.

"It's too late for you to regret it now, you must do what you think of, otherwise, the result will be death!"

Moore looked at Fan in horror, unbelievable, Fan stroked his black hair, a little messy, "It's not a rule I made, I just remind you that once the game starts, you can't change it, you probably don't know , you are just a soul that wandered here by chance, all this is my help, and now is the time for you to pay the price, after all, you are Adair's partner, you are all the same, to me."

"I give you a chance to survive, to survive, I can't touch the others, there are more existences, staring at this game."

Moore is sitting on the ground, his legs are no longer a sphere and have become a fishtail, the same color as Adair, from the moment of death, he lost the chance to be a human being, everything is an illusion, everything about him is transparent.

"When will you send me away?" Moore asked heavily, the person on the throne who hadn't changed at all.

"You can do it at any time, but I hope you wait a while and absorb the breath of the kingdom of God, which is good for your soul. You can wait in the pool and wait for the gate to open."

Moore bowed deeply, thanking him for giving him life, thanking him for his sacrifice, thanking him for creating Adair, so that he would not be alone all his life.

"Thank you and goodbye!"

Moore left, Fan looked at the black hair and soft facial features with nostalgia, goodbye, goodbye to my past, this is his last waywardness, suppressing the smell of blood in his mouth.

There must be a perfect ending.

The waiting time was long, and Moore felt that the subtle changes in space and the elements produced by the intersection of spaces were a great nourishment for Moore. His soul traveled through time and space to come here and was infected with the attributes of space.

He is looking forward to the transformation of the world gate, and even more looking forward to its opening. One day, he feels the violent impulse of the water, a powerful aura, rushing up, and Moore is delighted, struggling to swim down under the pressure. The soul re-condensed into a sphere, flexibly rushed through the energy flow, and finally reached the mainland. In the blue ocean, sea beasts fought fiercely, vying for the right to land on the holy pool.

Moore couldn't care about anything, and rushed into the holy pool, the liquefied energy blurredly realized, Adair's eyes looked into the holy pool, Moore knew he was looking at him, he saw Adair's original form, nostalgic It's good to go around Adair, it's good to be back again.

In the holy pool, Moore's body was lying peacefully. The remaining pain in the corner of his mouth disappeared with a smile. He felt the attraction and returned to his body. Er, I'm finally back!"

Full of warmth.

The author has something to say: The break is longer, now I am back on time, the most painful thing, my aunt came on May [-]st, I couldn’t go out to play, I was dead for two days, I regret it! ! !