That's not a game

But after thinking about it for a while, Lin Xiaoge felt relieved.

Why does he care about rationality and sensibility, this dungeon can make him feel such a strong sense of integration, this is already an excellent experience, why not just experience everything that is close to reality like this?

After thinking about this, Lin Xiaoge decided to go to sleep.

Yes, he wants to sleep in this game and experience the feeling of sleeping in the game.

However, not long after he closed his eyes, he felt a slight movement.

This slight movement caused Lin Xiaoge to open his eyes slightly, and looked towards the direction from which the movement came.

Looking at it, Lin Xiaoge saw the wind elf who was sleeping on his bedside table cautiously flew to the window, not knowing what to do.

Lin Xiaoge was a little puzzled, what was his friend going to do if he didn't sleep at night?

In particular, the other party also let out that slightly idiotic laughter.

"Hey hey... the poet fell asleep, it's a good time for me to find a feather, and when I find a new feather, I can ask the poet to teach me more poems."

The wind elf seemed to think of a bright future, and happily flew out of the window.

However, it seemed that because of being too happy and excited, the other party accidentally flew over his head, and hit his head on the window eaves, making a bang.

"Ah - pain, pain, pain!"

"puff!"

Lin Xiaoge almost burst out laughing, but fortunately, the wind elf was also a little dazed by the blow, and didn't turn around immediately, giving Lin Xiaoge a chance to continue pretending to be asleep.

And when the wind elves came back, Lin Xiaoge, who could barely hold back her laughter just now, was already lying on the bed, sleeping very peacefully.

"call--"

Wind Spirit breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, the poet didn't wake up, but my head hurts so much, I really want the poet to rub it for me."

The little guy felt aggrieved and wanted Lin Xiaoge to rub his little head, but he didn't want to wake Lin Xiaoge up.

Under such hesitation, the wind elf smeared ink for a long time, finally sighed, and drifted towards the sky outside the window as if accepting his fate.

"Wooooow, the poet is playing and teaching me poetry again today. He must be exhausted. I can't disturb his rest. I'd better knead it myself."

The aggrieved wind elf rubbed his slightly red and swollen head as he floated towards the sky, continuing to search for the white feather.

Lin Xiaoge looked at the back of the other party leaving, got up and stood by the window, leaned against the window sill, and smiled softly, "Thank you, my friend."

Perhaps it was because of the wind spirit's fuss, Lin Xiaoge really couldn't sleep.

Unable to sleep, he stood by the window, enjoying the evening breeze while thinking about the current situation.

However, such pleasant enjoyment did not last long.

Suddenly, from nowhere, there were sounds of panic from people.

Lin Xiaoge, who was thinking about it, was taken aback for a moment, and looked in the direction where the panic sound came from.

That is... the direction of the city gate, and it is also the closest position to the wind barrier.

Just at this time, a woman passed by under the window, and Lin Xiaoge hurriedly waved and shouted.

"Miss Boss, did something happen at the city gate?"

The woman was taken aback, turned her head, raised her head and made a trumpet-like call, "Guests, don't worry, it's just some snowstorms. With that wind wall, they can't get in."

"snowstorm?"

Lin Xiaoge was taken aback for a moment, and asked again, "What's going on with this snowstorm?"

The proprietress may also be free, or she may just like to talk a lot. When Lin Xiaoge asked, the lady started talking like a grain of rice.

Lin Xiaoge was also patient, so she just listened to it until a little later, when the aunt reluctantly shook her head.

"Hey, let's stop talking, in fact, if it weren't for the heavy snow outside, who would want to become a citizen of Dekarabian?"

The aunt walked into the hotel with a sigh, but Lin Xiaoge became thoughtful.

What the aunt said just now has a strong personal tendency, but even so, he still sorted out enough information from the aunt's words.

First of all, the blizzard outside the city was not formed naturally, but the aftermath of the battle between the two demon gods.

And of these two demon gods, one of them is the current king of Mond——Dekarabian.

The other is the King of the North Wind, Andreus, who is accompanied by countless colds and doesn't know what warmth is at all.

Mond's blizzard was caused by the battle between these two demon gods.

Although they no longer fight now, the aftermath of their battles still affects the entire Mond.

And what formed from the aftermath was the blizzard that now threatens the entire Mond.

The people of Mond, it was to avoid the blizzard that they became the people of Dekarabian.

But in fact, although they recognized Dekarabian as king, they were not loyal to Dekarabian.

For countless years, although the wind barrier surrounding the entire Mond has protected the people of Mond from the threat of blizzards, it has also completely imprisoned the people of Mond here, unable to leave.

Early on, the Monds were indeed grateful for Dekarabian's protection.

But Dekarabian is a demon god after all, and her way of thinking is completely different from that of humans.

The Mond people asked her for help and became her people, so in Dekarabian's view, the Mond people must live in this wind barrier according to her plan to be safe enough.

Yes, Dekarabian does not allow the people to leave Mond surrounded by the wind barrier, because outside of Mond is a world that she cannot protect.

Therefore, she forcefully let all her subjects stay within the wind barrier, and did not allow them to leave her protection area.

Moreover, Dekarabian will not change his mind.

Because she is a demon god, she kept her promise, and said she would protect her people, so she must protect her people well!

And her people, after so many years of training, have gradually longed for the world outside the wall.

Those who were bound in this wind barrier were like birds locked in a birdcage.

The more you are bound, the more you desire.

The more you can't get it, the more you want it.

And the lonely king on the high tower doesn't understand or understand the thoughts of the people at all. He only persists in exercising the original contract to protect his people and never back down.

Even if those who yearn for dangerous freedom are her people!

Under such circumstances, there must be a battle between the two!

After sorting out all the information, Lin Xiaoge couldn't help but slightly supported his forehead, showing a wry smile.

"How does this sound like an overprotective mother and a child who yearns for a colorful world?"

Chapter 33 This is the third song I teach you

Dekarabian sits on the throne of this high tower. In the whole of Mond, no one can sit at the same height as her. This is the only place for her.

Even Andreus, the King of the North Wind who once climbed the tower to challenge her in the early days, was defeated at her feet.

She never knew how to understand anyone, and she didn't need to understand anyone.

Because, she is the king of this Mond.

What the king has to do is to protect his people.

She does not allow her people to leave the territory, because that is where she cannot protect the people.

This is her cruelty, but also her tenderness.

Now, she, who is cruel and gentle, has been waiting on this high tower.

Waiting for someone to come to this tower to challenge her again, waiting for her people to resist her.

However, she had been waiting for a long time, and no one came to challenge her.

This time, she sat on the throne of this high tower for one night as before, until the sun slowly rose in the sky, and the morning sun shone, which seemed so repetitive and boring.

But Dekarabian felt that the night this time was not as boring as the previous nights.

Because tonight, she has been looking at the young poet.

It's hard to imagine that a young poet can give her an "interesting" feeling.

And this fun was accompanied by the time the wind elf came back.

Looking at the fluorescent white feather in the wind elf's hand, and the other's embarrassed appearance, Rao Dekarabian couldn't help but propped his chin, and repeated again, "What a lucky little guy."

The last feather was also found by the opponent.

And, it only took one night.

Sure enough, the luck accompanied by innocence is the real luck.

"Then, the last feather has been found. Next...you will come to this high tower and look for me."

Dekarabian gradually looked forward to it, looking forward to the young man bringing the wind elf to the tower to find her.

Thinking of this, she closed her eyes and fell asleep quietly on the tower again.

……

[Obtain feathers, feather collection progress +10%, current progress is 90%. 】

The ninth feather is here!

"Thank you, my friend." Lin Xiaoge rubbed the wind elf's little head, and the latter smiled, feeling that all his hard work all night was worth it.

"Hey, by the way, poet, how many more feathers do you need?" Wind Elf asked while enjoying Lin Xiaoge's head touching.

Lin Xiaoge froze for a moment, rubbed his chin, "Including the one you gave me, there is only one short."

"Is it only one short? Then I'll look for it now!"

With a dash, the wind elf was about to rush out again to look for feathers.

But the elf only rushed out a short distance, Lin Xiaoge grabbed the opponent's little feet, and said with a helpless smile, "My friend, don't be so anxious, you see how miserable you are now, you should take a good rest first .”

The wind elf was a little dissatisfied, because there was only one feather left, and the poet's wish could be fulfilled. The little guy wanted to work harder to find the last feather and help his friend fulfill his wish.

As for the so-called "one feather, one poem", the wind elf didn't care that much at the moment.

Wind Elf's thoughts were completely expressed through his expression, allowing Lin Xiaoge to see through the other party's thoughts at a glance.

This gave Lin Xiaoge a little headache, so he could only support his forehead and said, "I've already decided to teach you a new poem. If you are so anxious to go to find Yuyu again, I might forget about it." What about a better poem than "The Bird and the Fish", what a headache, what should I do?"

"Better than "Birds and Fish"?!"

As soon as the wind elf heard this sentence, he immediately jumped up, clenched his fists, and raised his legs unconsciously.

"Teach me, teach me! I want to learn! This poem must be added with "Birds and Fish" and "Petrel", and it will definitely make me a real poet!"

The current Wind Spirit has completely attracted the attention of the new poems that Lin Xiaoge spoke of.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaoge couldn't help covering her mouth with a smile, "Okay, okay, how about we go have breakfast first, and then teach you?"

"Hmm! But poet, what is the name of the poem you want to teach me this time?" The wind elf was curious again.

Lin Xiaoge smiled lightly, touched the little head of the wind spirit, "I'll tell you after breakfast."

After finishing speaking, Lin Xiaoge walked towards the breakfast shop.

The wind elf hurriedly followed, "Hey! Tell me now!"

"Hahaha, that's not okay, don't be so impatient, Davari."

"Hey... what does this Davari mean?"

"It's another name similar to a friend in a foreign country, but it's more used for like-minded people."

"Wow, is it a foreign language? How do you know so many things, poet?"

"Because I'm good at imagining!"

"Hmm... What should I do as a poet? I seem to never be able to become such an excellent poet as you. You have never been to a foreign country, but you can know the language of a foreign country. I can't do it at all."

On the way to the breakfast shop, the Wind Spirit suddenly became dejected.

Lin Xiaoge couldn't laugh or cry at this, and comforted, "Don't worry, you will definitely be able to, and you will not only become an excellent poet, but also an even better poet than me, the best poet in the world. travelling poet."

"really?"

Lin Xiaoge's consolation made the dejected Wind Spirit raise his head again. In his big eyes, there was a beautiful fantasy about the future.