klisemfg Chapter 394 Exclusive mark
Chapter 394 Exclusive mark
Chapter 394 Exclusive mark
Lights are on in the open square, and dining carts with waterdrop-like lampposts can be seen everywhere. The people living in Liumeng Reef sit on those open-air chairs, as if they have the illusion of a peach blossom garden.
Walking out of the narrow to wide alley, the place has opened up like a lively city center square. There are no people coming and going on the street, but local residents can be seen everywhere, in an endless stream.
"Did we meet a living person?" March 7th looked up at the shadowy figures of the clock boys, and then looked around. Every local resident was different from what she imagined.
I thought it would be a ragged group of resistance and revolutionary warriors, but I found that this place was no different from Pinoconi's twelve o'clock dream.
The residents here were not in rags, but were as exquisite as above. If it weren't for the large area covered with shadows, she would have mistakenly thought that she had turned a corner and returned to the golden moment.
"Are you really infected by Xing's IQ? Is brain retardation also an infectious disease?" Theresa pointed to her temples and turned to scan the wide square. "There are no ghosts here. They are all living people. They are genuine. of living people.”
"Well, there are actually Pipi Xi people in Liumeng Reef... It seems that there are many things in Liumeng Reef that we have not touched." Jizi said slowly, "It seems that the environment and dreamland of this city are The truth is a secret we have yet to discover.”
"I seem to smell the smell of bread..." March 7 suddenly shrugged her nose.
"Are you still thinking about Jiang Fan's damn bread?" Theresa couldn't help but complain, turning to look at March 7th, wanting to discuss bread and saving Pinoconi with her.
When Teresa was preparing to work hard on the mental construction of March 7th, she heard two loud laughs diagonally across the square, and someone said loudly: "Aunt Tris is Aunt Tris, and the craftsmanship is indeed beyond compare! The bread she makes is special. It’s just better than anywhere else! You get what you pay for!”
Theresa felt that the voice was surprisingly familiar. She turned around and saw Jiang Fan coming from the fast food restaurant diagonally across the street holding two large bags of bread, as if he was holding two bags of golden fertilizer, with a happy face.
Theresa said no, right? They just walked along the alley and met Jiang Fan?
And who is Aunt Tris? It seems like you are very familiar with this place. Those who don’t know may think you are an old customer of hers.
But there was no time to refute or think about anything. She was stunned for a few seconds when Jiang Fan walked up to them with two bags of bread in his arms. He untied the bag of bread from his arms, pulled out two loaves and handed them over:
"Dreamland Fast Food Restaurant, the number one golden sign here, you can experience the super supreme and delicious special bread of Pinocchio. Try it?"
"You...in just a few minutes, you have already touched everything here? You even know the name of the fast food restaurant owner clearly? Were you born here? You know this place so well." Theresa continued. The bread handed over by Guojiang Fan did have the aroma of bread, which was very attractive.
She pinched the steaming soft bread in her hand and felt a little incredible, thinking to herself, are you really a civil servant from Xianzhou? I'm afraid he's not a Pinocchio born here, right?
"I searched online, and the people here are all talented and speak well. I like it very much."
"But...but how can there be an Internet here to search for Liumeng Reef! And are everyone here talented? How did you, a stranger who just arrived, get to know them, brother?"
"Of course there is a trick, and that is sincerity." Jiang Fan put a piece of bread in his mouth and said seriously, "Being sincere in communicating with each other is the most basic courtesy. As long as you are sincere, the other party will definitely use it. Respond to you with the same attitude."
"Then what if the other party is not moved by your sincerity?" March 7 was chewing bread, suddenly something occurred to him, and he stretched his neck and asked.
"If you are not moved by sincerity, then you should be moved by something else." Jiang Fan touched his chin and pondered for a while.
"I don't understand, but I seem to understand again, but where are we going now? Are we looking for stars?" March 7 said vaguely while biting the bread.
"I found out clearly that dreams are derived from the intertwining of mystery and memory, and the place we open our eyes to is called a narrow alley."
"It is said that people who wake up from there will have an extraditer to help introduce the city's environment and reveal the truth about the dream." Jiang Fan glanced at Theresa, who shook her head silently, meaning She also doesn't understand this dreamland that she has never touched before.
"But we didn't find anything when we opened our eyes. The only local residents we met so far were these two bags of bread."
Several people were silent. They had traveled all the way from the Suleda audition venue in Hot Sand Time, but found that there was no extradition person.
This feeling is like a fledgling brave being summoned to a new village from another world. He originally wanted to accept a task from the village chief and villagers and embark on the heroic path of defeating the devil as soon as possible, but suddenly found that there was no NPC character to guide him.
The young brave man stood in the village, drawing his sword and looking around at a loss.
We can only guess that this is a completely open-ended adventure. There is no starting capital or equipment for novices. It depends entirely on hard work. As soon as possible, you must gather enough money to buy equipment and gather teammates to defeat the devil.
But the reality is often hard to find. Without start-up capital and NPC teammates arranged by the game, the journey to defeat the Demon King is bumpy. The only thing that can be done is to turn around and go back to the village to live a peaceful life.
"If that doesn't work, let's go ask first. The stars are so conspicuous and there are so few residents here. After all, they will be impressed by the new residents with a little bit of uniqueness, right?" March 7 suggested cautiously.
"No, I think we are very close to her, look over there." Theresa pointed to the front of the square.
About a few dozen meters away, a trash can stood prominently among the cluttered tables and chairs with floating dust. The lid of the trash can was spotless, and a little man with gray hair had been drawn with a crayon.
It looked like it had been carefully cared for by someone, and it also had her exclusive seal stamped on it, which meant that this trash can belonged to her and she would not look at anything inappropriate.