Chapter 1190 Dramatic Poet

"There is another sad little girl in this world."

The patter of rainwater flows on the stone steps, the neon signs on the street make the water surface colorful, and the sparkling water splashes on the maid's legs. They didn't hold an umbrella, but the rain would naturally avoid them. Wei Xi followed step by step next to Ash, bending down and looking at him with his head tilted, his heavy elastic swinging out in a dizzying arc, and said with a smile. : "I think your behavior should be explicitly prohibited by law, otherwise those girls who step into the trash can will be too pitiful."

Ash said angrily: "I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense."

"Don't say you didn't see it. Even the witch won't believe you are pretending to be innocent now." Wei Xi glanced at him sideways, "Now you know what they are hinting at when they wink."

"And I see that you are quite proud of yourself. If I weren't here, would you have taken the opportunity to have a late-night snack?"

"Isn't it normal for me to be proud?" Ash smiled and said, "Wouldn't you be happy if someone liked you?"

"Of course not." Wei Xi seemed to have heard a big joke, "I'm not a trash can like you, how can I be happy about this kind of thing? If others are afraid, I'm fine."

Ash glanced at her and said: "Anyway, she will forget us soon, and this good impression will come and go quickly. It's not a movie or drama, how can anyone like someone who only met once for several years. "

Wei Xi looked at him carefully for a while to confirm that he was not joking, turned his head and whispered softly: "This little lesbian seems to have no self-awareness."

"What did you say?"

Vichy gave a thumbs up: "I say, Master."

"You reminded me that I haven't settled the score with you yet." Ashi said, "You promised me not to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but now you actually dare to fish for law enforcement?"

"You said that fishing is a law enforcement activity, but it doesn't count as indiscriminate killing of innocent people!" Wei Xi defended: "You didn't say you couldn't fish at the beginning, and you terminated me before I even caught a fish!"

"But you know I won't allow it." "How would I know if you don't tell me!?"

"Because you are a ghost prophet, you must know what I think!" Ash said arrogantly: "And what's your attitude? You dare to talk back. If you don't repent, you will be punished even more!"

Wei Xi was amazed: "Axiu, you and Sword Princess are indeed a perfect match." "It's useless to say nice things."

"No, I mean you two are equally shameless and unreasonable with double standards."

"Thank you." Yaxiu accepted the evaluation confidently and spread his palm towards Wei Xi: "Give me your hand."

Wei Xi put his hand up with a confused look, and then Ash slapped it down, making a crisp sound. The two looked at each other for a moment. Vichy blinked and asked with his eyes, 'That's it?

If the punishment for testing the bottom line is just clapping, it is equivalent to punitive encouragement for Vichy. Not to mention clapping, even if you pat her fleshy parts, she's not weak at all.

However, Ash took her hand and pulled her towards the stronghold. After taking a few steps, the maid realized something was wrong and struggled to take her hand out: "Let me go!"

"Why are you nervous?"

"If they see me, they will misunderstand me!"

Ash couldn't help complaining: "They have even seen you bite me, so what room for misunderstanding is there?"

"This is different!" Vichy angrily held him back, trying to take his hand out like a tug of war: "You can do anything during the transaction, but this is not part of the transaction! Let me go!" "

Looking at such a nervous Ghost Prophet, Ash blinked and felt as if he had seduced the opponent's full set of ultimate moves with just one ordinary attack. In fact, he suddenly discovered in the past two days that he and Vichy had almost accomplished most of the achievements, but they had never held hands.

So he tested it out tonight, but he didn't expect Vichy's reaction to be so intense, which made him a little curious: "You and I have already melted together, why do you still care whether we hold hands or not?"

Wei Xi pursed her lips and suddenly said, "Isn't it okay if I admit my mistake? I won't be fishing anymore!" Ash's eyes suddenly lit up and he shook his head: "It's not enough."

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As long as it's something you may not allow, I'll ask you first if you can do it, so that's okay! Let me go! "

"not enough."

"What else do you want?" Wei Xi was so angry that she pulled his hand over to bite him, and said aggrievedly: "I let you bully me during the transaction. Do you have to humiliate me even for such a trivial matter!?"

Looking at the poisonous snake biting his arm fiercely, Ash chuckled and said, "How about you hold my hand all the way back and not let go until the door?"

Wei Xi looked at him warily for a while, then opened his mouth and asked, "Do you really let go when you get to the door?" "Really."

"You won't lie to me?"

"How dare I lie to the Ghost Prophet."

Wei Xi reluctantly gave up the struggle and took the initiative to pull him forward: "Then let's go back quickly."

When walking near the bar street, Ash suddenly understood why Vichy was so resistant to holding hands - obviously they had covered themselves with miracles, and it was impossible for mortals to notice them, but when passing through the crowd of twos and threes outside the bar, he found that he and Vichy's palms were sweating.

Holding hands is the most basic and obvious act of intimacy. You can't hug and kiss all the time, but you can always hold your lover's hand on the streets and alleys to the ends of the earth.

Nothing shows strangers that you are a couple like holding each other's hands. The hug may be because of friendship, and the kiss may be out of politeness, but the clasped hands can only mean that I like you.

No wonder Wei Xi was so resistant. Everything she and Ash did could be explained by hypocrisy, but there was really no other reason to hold hands.

Ash originally thought it was okay to hold hands, but now that Vichy paid so much attention to it, it made him feel a little shy. It's quite strange when you think about it carefully. One is an experienced trash can, and the other is a ghost prophet full of evil, but they actually become innocent just because of a rookie-level intimacy like holding hands.

The two of them hurriedly walked through the bar street with their heads lowered. After passing through the crowd, they subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. They looked up at each other and burst out laughing.

There was no rush to run back. Ash led her to choose a remote route. Wei Xi didn't say anything. The two took a long detour and walked quietly into the drizzling summer night.

Will Vichy be willing to remain at the mercy of others? Can Ash really suppress her forever? I'm afraid they don't even have the answer themselves.

But at least now, they are willing to make this road a little longer and let this moment of silence last a little longer. Until the end, forever.

"You cheated!"

In front of the all-day convenience store, three children were squatting and playing cards with a young man. The young man wore a very conspicuous tall round hat, a flashy black and gold formal suit, a cane under his arm, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked like a street juggler.

Facing the children's accusations, he shook his finger and made a very unsatisfied tsk-tsk sound: "If you can't win, just accuse others of cheating. If you do this, no one will play with you. I forgive you this time, but pay attention next time." point."

"But you are obviously cheating!" Another child also said: "There is no such card in the knitted cards. This card is obviously made by yourself!"

"Where's the evidence? It's illegal to slander someone without evidence!"

"The handwriting on it hasn't even dried yet!" The third little girl picked up the card and wiped it: "I wiped it off and it fell off!"

The young man immediately snatched the cards back, "No way, don't dirty my collection of woven cards! If you can't afford to lose, you can't afford to lose. How can I, an adult, bully you little brats!"

The three children were so angry that they rushed over to beat him, regardless of their physical differences. Ash knew that the braided card game they played was a board game unique to the Gospel Country. He, Benji, and Liz had also played it before, but because the descriptions of the cards were vague, there was a lot of room for nonsense. In the end, he often cheated and everyone stopped playing with him. Play.

He thought that this kind of board game would decline sooner or later, but he didn't expect that it was actually booming after a year, and there were even children who stayed up late at night playing cards.

"Okay, okay, if you admit that I win, I will give you a rare collection card. What?

Sample? "The young man was beaten until his hat fell off, and he had no choice but to compromise.

The children looked at each other, still unable to resist the temptation of "rare collectible cards: "Okay."

The young man immediately stuffed all the yogurt and beef jerky on the floor into his satchel, casually opened a box of ice cream and started eating. It seemed that there was actually a stake in their card game. Then he sat on the steps, took out a box of woven cards and laid them flat on the ground, "You each choose one, you can only choose one."

The little boy on the far left opened a white wolf card. The young man said: "Drawing this card means that you may turn white hair due to a miracle in the future, and then you will join a group of magicians who slay demons and slay demons for life." Infertility will only adopt a daughter of noble birth. Although you know many sorceresses, there will only be one bard who will accompany you to the end."

The little boy in the middle drew a dragon card, and the young man said: "Oh, you will become the inheritor of the Dragon Roar Faction, an ancient music art faction, and join four special groups of magicians: warriors, thieves, assassins, and magicians. Then I killed some very powerful dragons.”

The little girl on the right drew a burning candle. The young man said: "Your life will be wonderful. You will explore many mysterious ancient tombs and solve the riddles of the ancient magicians. Although you will encounter many dangers on the way, you will always be there." Turn the crisis into safety, and it will become more and more beautiful.”

The three children looked at each other and rushed over to punch and kick them again.

"How can you play with such cards?"

"It didn't even say what you said!"

"You drew all these cards yourself. The ones I drew are better than yours. Give me back the yogurt!"

The young dead pig was not afraid of being burned. He allowed the children to beat him violently but refused to return the bet. He even ate beef jerky and yogurt at a faster pace. The children were so angry with him that they rubbed their eyes and went home crying. Then that night, three more children were beaten because they didn't go home from playing cards.

Ash and Wei Xi were watching in amusement. At this time, the young man arranged his hat and clothes, took a big bite of beef jerky, and turned to look at the two of them. Noticing the hands they held, he couldn't help but whistle.

"Good evening, Doomsday Watcher, Ghost Prophet." He asked with a smile, "Want to play cards?"

Wei Xi was startled, and then his pupils suddenly shrank - the two of them were shrouded in miracles, and even the legendary magician might not be aware of their existence!

Just when she was about to get angry, Ash stopped in front of her. Ash glanced at her and shook his head in an incomprehensible manner. Wei Xi restrained his anger and stood quietly behind him.

"Although I had expected it, seeing such a well-behaved ghost prophet is still surprising. As long as you live long enough, you can see anything." The young man said with a smile.

"Who are you?" Ash asked.

"I don't have a name. I'm not hiding anything. I lost my name a long time ago. You all know that." The young man smiled and said, "But you definitely know who I am."

We all know that

His strength is above that of a demigod

He was not swallowed up with the Six Hells

He is neither a god nor an angel, but he can appear freely in reality. More importantly, he has lost his name.

An existence that all magicians have heard of appeared in Ash and Vichy's minds at the same time. Drama poet!

(Quick! Give it to me! Give me the monthly ticket at the beginning of the month, or it will be too late!)