svetikya Chapter 507 People in the play?
Chapter 507 People in the play?
"what happened?"
"...Maybe I accidentally had a strange dream?" The mirror was long gone, lost in the ordeal that almost killed me.
If they can be found, probably only broken pieces of glass will be left.
"Is it because of the shock that caused the discomfort in your head?" A cold hand was placed on the forehead, and strands of strength began to flow from the forehead. It was such a warm thing... It was a bit like beauty and full of hope.
"Much better, thank you..." I must know, there must be someone who can tell me the answer, but that guy is now falling into a long sleep.
We spent the rest of the time in the study together reading some books and listening to some opera.
Actually, I don’t really understand it, but since my friends are willing to listen, I can too.
The author listened to the opera for a long time, and the more he listened, the more familiar it seemed to be, and suddenly he realized it seemed to be talking about himself!
I turned around and was about to tell my friend, but I found that my friend smiled meaningfully. Today's outfit is just right, isn't it?
You did it on purpose, my dear friends!
He turned his head away, a little angry, but continued to listen.
The gods hid in the path that must be passed, and when the enemy was least prepared, they swung their swords...
He was defeated on the spot and had to temporarily avoid the sharp edge...
Find the right opportunity to win with one move...
Finally, become a...
It wasn't told correctly, perhaps because the story had been adapted, but I didn't feel any excitement when I listened to this part.
The main story is probably about a god ambushing a mortal because the mortal disobeyed his orders, and in the end the mortal won...
It's a bit too stingy to write.
There are a lot of artistic processing, just like he was not defeated because of a sneak attack, but he was defeated from the beginning, and was even beaten back step by step, almost dying. If it weren't for that damn curse that protected him and didn't die so easily, he would have been burned into a pile of charcoal long ago.
Moreover, he was not sacrificing himself for justice, but was completely desperate.
"Speaking of which, this story is really exciting to listen to! I wonder if I can meet the mortal who killed the gods..."
"This story sounds fake, right? Although I claim that I never tell untrue stories, who knows?"
"Come to think of it, the hair color of the lady next door is very similar to what is described in the story."
When he heard they were discussing it, he turned around and looked at them with the corners of his lips slightly curled.
"I'm sorry, I didn't offend you, did I?"
"No, who knows whether the story is true or not..." Nuolinxi lowered his head and drank the tea in the cup. The tea had already cooled down. The cold tea made people feel a little uncomfortable, and their expression was a little depressed.
"Let's go, Xiaoxi..."
"Um……"
After the three of them had gone far away, one of them slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Wait, did you notice the hairpin in that person's hair?"
"What's wrong? It does look expensive, but there's no need to make such a fuss, right?"
"Do you remember the illustration when the book was released? It's an adaptation of this story. The hairpin in the picture was custom-made exactly like the one in real life, according to the author. There is only one in the whole of Liyue, no, in the whole of Teyvat!"
"Could it be that you saw it wrong, Lao Jin?"
"No mistake, no mistake. The gemstones inlaid are very valuable. Have you forgotten where I come from? How could I make a mistake in my specialty?"
"So? The person just now was really..."
"We seem to have run into someone from the play..."
"Then why do you say that this story is not true or false?"
"If you want to know the answer, why not go and ask in person? Remember to be polite. If you make a mistake, there's nothing wrong with apologizing."
"Hey, it's obviously you who wanted to know this, and you treated me as your guide."
"Just tell me if you want to know?"
"Let's go together!"
Nuo Linxi is holding the brand new hairpin in her hand: "Is this a new model? The ginkgo on it is very beautiful..."
"Of course, this is the only hairpin we have! The ginkgo on it was slowly carved out by the master. Gold is softer, so it is more difficult to carve."
"I want it. Pack it up. I'll look at a few more."
I used to like buying these hairpins very much, but often I couldn’t afford them. But it didn’t matter. Most of the time I just wanted to put them there and look at them for pleasure.
"Xiao Xi~ I think this one suits you very well!" The hairpin in her hand looked rather plain, but this wooden hairpin with the yellow jade on it was very charming.
"It's really beautiful. Buy it too. I'll treat you two to play together today. You can buy anything you like! I've made a lot of money... I'm the kind of person who can buy things without even looking at the price."
"No, no, no, you rarely come here, and we feel guilty about spending our own money, so how can we spend yours?!"
"Sister Ping~" He picked out a fish-scale shape that looked very attractive, which was light blue, and tried it on the other person's head. "This one is very suitable for Sister Ping! Just consider it a gift for Sister Ping. After all, we haven't seen each other for a long time, and I miss Sister Ping very much..."
As she spoke, she picked up another hairpin shaped like a flying bird and inserted it on Xianyun's head: "I also miss Sister Xianyun very much. This hairpin shaped like a flying bird and Sister Xianyun are very suitable for each other..."
Xianyun looked at Nuo Linxi's smiling expression and turned his head away a little arrogantly, but still acquiesced to the other party's desire to stick a few more sticks on his head.
"Okay, then pack up these two models and these few. No need to send them to your house or anything. Just give them to me directly." The moment he put them in his hand, they disappeared. "I'm an alchemist. For me, this is relatively simple."
In today's era, alchemist is a profession that burns money but is very profitable, so this is very consistent with the stereotype.
When I just went out, I met the people I just saw. They seemed to want to speak, but they kept pushing others to ask me first. So I just spoke directly: "Please tell me what's the matter? After all, if I keep doing this, it will waste our time..."
"Well, uh... we want to ask you... are you the protagonist in the story we just told?"
My pupils shrank, feeling a little strange. I hadn't exposed any problems, and the people around me had also experienced changes. This shouldn't be the case. Why was this happening? How could I tell?