The magician in the city

Chapter 586 Lost...

Roach stood up sullenly, and stretched out a hand to the side. His cat had come back at some point, and the black cat jumped up from the grass, grabbed Roach's hand and climbed onto his shoulder. Xiang Zhou Ruisi.Zhou Ruisi stared at the cat in bewilderment, and wanted to reach out and touch it.

"I'm sleepy and want to sleep." Roach shouted before Du Zhengyi.

Du Zhengyi looked at him jokingly, "This kind of statement can damage your leadership authority."

Roach glanced at him complainingly.

Du Zhengyi laughed, "Does the leader have to hug the cat when he sleeps?"

"The leader said," Roach said, "There must be Zhou Ruisi in the first night shift today."

Yan Hao laughed loudly, and sang with Luo Qi, "Got it, captain."

"Wait, what..." Zhou Ruisi called out, but Yan Hao dragged him away.Shi Qian also stood up and walked towards Wen Lin.

Roach stood in the valley shrouded in night, the sounds of the wilderness swept over the mountains and seas, the sound of wind and grass stalks never stopped, wild beasts cried in the distance, someone lit a fire, and the flickering warm light shone on him. friend's face.He saw Du Zhengyi's expression, mixed with gentle worry and moderate concession, which made his chest warm and peaceful.He didn't answer, he didn't want to answer, and he didn't know how to answer.Du Zhengyi staggered his gaze, and returned to the Qionglin God of War who had no taboos in the eyes of others.

Roach walked over and hung himself on Du Zhengyi's shoulders, asking him to visit the girls with him.Wen Lin and Shi Qian were arguing fiercely in low voices where the flames could not be found. Battle mages gathered in twos and threes, at least half of them were on alert, and Wusu was painting at the door of the girls' tent.

"Master Wushan is really weird." Luo Qi said.

"Strangely beautiful?" Du Zhengyi asked.

"No, it's just weird." Luo Qi said, he looked at Wusu from a distance, "But all mind mages are pretty weird, aren't they?"

"Maybe it's just because of an extra field of vision." Du Zhengyi said in a low voice.

Indeed, there is an additional field of vision, and even, perhaps, several dimensions of time and space.

Guan Xinyue fell into sleep, and Liu Ziyu stayed by her side all the time, trying to maintain a superficial contact with her.This kind of brain connection is much weaker than what Roach is used to, and it is almost negligible.This was established by Mahjong for them, so that Liu Ziyu could use this method to check Guan Xinyue's status at any time.

Xiang Gan also stayed by the little girls' side, reassuring them nonchalantly, "This happens when we are in too close contact with humans. This happened to my granddaughter when she was naughty with human children. , and later it passed without any danger. But then again, this kind of thing usually happens between young children, you really shouldn't."

Luo Qi unjustly left Liu Ziyu to listen to Xiang Gan's complaints, and after a short stop in their tent, he quickly dragged Du Zhengyi away.

Yan Hao made a lot of sleeping bags outside, Luo Qi went over and took two, and found him and Du Zhengyi a core position, very close to the fire.What Zhou Ruisi said is right, no matter how environmentally friendly the cold light is, or how warm the magic is, it is not as pleasing as a fire.

Roach made a nest for the little black cat out of the jacket, and got into the sleeping bag by himself.The sleeping bag was not comfortable, and he could clearly feel the topographical details of the ground while lying in the sleeping bag.He thought of Liu Ziyu's magic, and wished he could sleep in a floating sleeping bag with anti-gravity magic.Du Zhengyi sat next to him, silently as if meditating.Luo Qi secretly pasted it, and found that the frequency of Du Zhengyi's thinking was indeed meditating.

He stepped back and asked with his own mouth, "Why do you need to meditate?"

"I want to check it, why do I think it's familiar."

Du Zhengyi's answer surprised him.

"So simple? How can you check all your memories?" Roach asked curiously.

"You can't?" Du Zhengyi opened his eyes and asked him, "Are you so confused?"

Roki did not very happy back to sleeping bags, "My brain is well organized."

"If your mind is messed up, you really need a highland mage to help you." Du Zhengyi said tentatively.

"I will. I will study hard and improve every day when I go back." Roach quickly blocked his mouth, stretched out his fingers and made a vow. "Now I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep first, won't you sleep?"

Du Zhengyi stared at him suspiciously. It was not too late. Most of the people in the camp hadn't rested yet. The only one who got into the sleeping bag was Roach and his cat.

"I'm exhausted." Roach complained immediately, guessing exactly what was in his heart, and blocked his words. "A delicate mage like me is not the same as you battle mages."

Du Zheng shook his head and told him to go away, and when Roach started to declare that he was very delicate, the words couldn't be dragged on.

Roach snorted, turned over in the sleeping bag, yawned exaggeratedly, closed his eyes, and began to try to relax himself.He started to use Wusu's method, he vaguely approached the memories of many others, he tried his best to think of Pei Shu, Du Tingxiu, and...he thought of Du Zhengyi again.Thinking of this uneasy wilderness, thinking of... Wusu's painting disturbed him.Wusu seemed to have lived here once, once upon a time, once upon a time when this was the city of the first ancestral mage.

why?No, no, no, Roach thought vaguely, that's not important, don't think about that, what's important is the sealed place.Roach really hated this feeling, his abilities were like chaos, he wanted to know if he knew the ancient spells about encryption and decryption, but he couldn't control his mind at all.He looked at Wusu's painting intermittently, and intermittently thought of Du Zhengyi's troubles. He wanted to control his direction, but fell into a dream.

Things are getting a little bit worse... are they getting a little bit worse?

Roach didn't know, and soon he no longer knew who he was, walking down a narrow alley, leading a sorrel mare.

Someone dropped a china pot from a height, and it shattered on the gravel road.He didn't care, his face was hidden under the hood, someone pointed at him from the window of the tavern.

——Who am I——his question hovered on the edge of consciousness.But here, the man with the hood was stronger than he was, stronger than he had been.

He walked confidently through the winding dark alley, stopped at the end of the alley, and taught the mare to a child.The boy would tie his horse to the manger in the yard behind the building, and he would walk across the yard.

A man sat in a tall and beautiful house, wearing baggy lantern trousers and a coat embroidered with gold, with a bare chest almost as chestnut as his mare, and like his mare Robust and oily, as if smeared with honey.

"Where are you from, friend?" he heard himself ask.

"I come from the great river," the man whispered, "following the caravan of the Sons of Man."

(End of this chapter)