Male Supporters Want to Fall in Love [Quick Transmigration]

John hunched over and slowly found a candle from the counter, and after lighting it, the whole room lit up.

But just as he lit it, the store door was pushed open, and the wind blowing in from outside the door almost extinguished the weak flame.

"It's about to close." John held the counter and looked towards the door. He saw a figure wrapped in a cloak, and behind him stood another person with silver hair, who was very conspicuous in the dusk.

John pushed his reading glasses, squinted his eyes and asked, "What do you need?"

The man wrapped in the cloak casually threw the heavy bag in his hand on the floor, making a dull sound, and listening carefully, there seemed to be the sound of metal colliding.

He said, "Some black raven feathers, three cod grass, and moon dew."

These are the materials needed to make magic potions, especially the moon dew, which is a commonly used catalyst.John immediately understood the identity of the other magician. He leaned out from behind the counter and said apologetically, "Sorry, Mr. Magician, these materials are gone."

Winterson didn't seem to have expected the other party's answer, and was a little surprised: "Are all the materials sold out?"

"Yes." John nodded. He dragged his old body, walked to the door with some difficulty, and closed the shop door to make the cold wind less: "You should be travelers passing by here, right?"

Winterson didn't speak. Zhang Ning, who was standing beside him, hesitated for a moment, but still nodded: "Yes, has anything happened recently?"

He and Winterson had just entered the town. Although it was close to evening, there were still very few people in the town. Such an empty street made people feel suspicious and wary.

Winterson also walked several alleys before he saw the logo of the Wizards Guild engraved on the door of the store—this meant that the store would sell some magic-related items.

John sighed deeply, showing a vicissitudes of life smile: "The disease has spread to the next village, and the people in the town have left here."

"Epidemic?" Winterson was thinking. He seemed to have heard about the epidemic in the church in Wangcheng. "But isn't that in Silan City?"

There are four or five towns away from Silan City. Could it be that the disease has spread here?

"That's right, but just the day before yesterday, someone in the next village got infected, and people were very scared."

Zhang Ning asked: "Then why didn't you follow?"

"Because I'm too old, I can't go far." The old man held a candle holder and said to them kindly: "Dear Mr. Magician, if you enter this town by mistake, please leave quickly."

John tiptoed to look at the sundries on the cabinet, and said, "I have some other magic materials here, you can see if they are of any use to you, and take them away together."

Zhang Ning turned his head to look at the silent Winterson, and while the old man was not paying attention, he quietly opened his mouth to spit out a little dragon flame, the small one was only as big as a flame, which instantly brightened the shop a lot.

The old man muttered "thank you", and put out all the things in the counter: "Mr. Magician, take a look."

Winterson stepped forward, picked some useful things, paid the money, and left the shop with Zhang Ning.

It was completely dark, there were no lights along the way, and there was no trace of life in this small town.

The two hurried on the road, Zhang Ning asked: "Anyway, there is no one, why don't we fly there, it will take less than a day to reach Wangcheng."

"No, no," Winterson shook his head and said, "It's too risky, there will always be someone in the dark."

When he was about to leave the town, Zhang Ning couldn't help looking back, and then heard the blond elf say, "Three gold coins are enough to buy all the things in his shop."

"This is already an empty city." Winterson's voice was mixed in the cold wind, bluntly and without emotion: "Even if you give him all this bag of gold coins, it will be of no use."

Zhang Ning gathered his cloak: "But he, he is a bit pitiful."

Before he left, he quietly put three gold coins in the corner of the old man's counter.

"Why are you so generous?" Winterson walked quickly, his voice sounded very cold, "Aren't you dragons the most stingy?"

Zhang Ning almost started trotting to keep up with him, his silver-white hair was shaking with his movements, a little messy: "I'm not being stingy, I gave you so many gold coins, and said I—"

Winterson stopped unexpectedly, and Zhang Ning bumped into his arm: "What, what's wrong?!"

The blond elf half covered his face, and his green eyes looked even more mysterious. He lowered his head, looked closely at Zhang Ning, and asked softly, "Why, aren't you willing to give it to me?"

Zhang Ning: "..."

He quickly hugged the other person's arm and shook his head frantically: "No! Take as much as you want! Give it all to you!"

Zhang Ning thinks that the race of elves is really strange, and their temperament is unpredictable, although they are very beautiful...

System: "Does it look good enough to be eaten?"

"Huh?" Zhang Ning almost forgot that there is still a system in his mind, "Who are you?"

The system was silent for a while before saying, "Okay, stop joking, I'm going to find the heroine for you."

"The person next to you is very unstable, leave him and find the heroine," the system said with exhaustion, "I know what's going on, the heroine is time travelling, but the world line we got is The original..."

"I think," Zhang Ning didn't know how to accept it with the system, and said carefully, "or should we wait?"

"I signed a contract with him, and I may not be able to leave for a while."

system:"……"

Zhang Ning quickly made amends: "Oh, soon, probably in the next town, he can buy magic materials."

System: "...I would rather my computer dies."

In the cold night, Winterson took a rest under a big tree. There were many branches around him to protect him from the cold wind, and he was wearing a blanket.

It was a long time ago that Zhang Ning flew to the town for the first time to buy it.

Yinlong shrunk into a small ball and fell asleep beside his lap, with a pool of golden coins under him.

He was quite thoughtful, and the gold coins he brought just happened to shrink his body and use it as a "bed" to sleep on.

Winterson moved, and stuck a hand out from under the blanket.

His slender fingers stroked the scales of the silver dragon. He fell asleep unconsciously, but Winterson spoke in a low voice:

"Don't doubt it, it's me."

"..."

"It was an accident last time, it was my fault." In the darkness, the elf tightened his jaw, his handsome face was as cold as ice:

"I will definitely not this time."

The author has something to say: Because of the channel problem of the article, I will put a pre-acquisition again, which is also a quick pass, and it is all the kind of attacking in the next year (recently I am eating the next year)

It is the column "Manual System, Online Maintenance"

(The real working social animal system)