Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 615 Rose Festival 44
"Can I have a bowl of noodles?"

The calm voice of the little NPC girl came from the door.

He Xiaoman was taken aback, why didn't she make any sound at all?

"Yes." He Xiaoman showed a friendly smile and asked the little girl, "What kind of noodles do you want?"

"Just like what you eat."

He Xiaoman muttered to himself, and a bowl of steaming lobster noodles appeared on the tea table.

The little girl had no expression all the time. The moment the big bowl of noodles suddenly appeared, her two eyebrows were raised high, and her eyes were wide open. It seemed that the eyebrows were too high and the mouth could not be closed at the same time. She looked very much like a bird. A fat orange that has been stimulated to fragments.

It does look cute.

She kept sniffing the bowl of noodles with her nose, almost greedy.

But He Xiaoman saw a touch of pity on Feng Che's face.

The three of them ate the same noodles together, savoring different moods.

In the middle of the meal, He Xiaoman saw that the little girl had burst into tears at some point, and she was no longer as sluggish as before.

"I haven't eaten such a good noodle for many years. What kind of noodle is this?"

Her voice is actually very nice, which matches her delicate appearance very well, but the words she speaks and the expression on her face have a feeling of vicissitudes.

"Lobster noodles, 1888 a bowl." He Xiaoman habitually brought the price.

"I don't have money, but I won't eat such a good bowl of noodles for nothing."

Her voice was very low, knowing that there were only three of them in the whole house, the little girl's voice was still so low that she could barely hear it.

Feng Che made seals with his hands, his fingers fluttered, and struck out a talisman in the air.

The little girl didn't care what they were doing, and said slowly: "In Bajiazi, every house has a room with a coffin inside. You can hide in it at night, but you must remember that you can hide in the dark." Go in, you have to leave before six o'clock in the morning."

"Inside, no flowers."

She fixed her eyes on He Xiaoman, this sentence was specially told to her.

He Xiaoman looked back into her eyes, nodding gratefully to show he understood.

What she saw was a pair of weird eyes that were a little wet from crying just now.

The reason why it is strange is that the eyes are very young, there are no wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, the pupils are clear, and the whites of the eyes are clear.

At the same time, these eyes are very old, and the eyes of Gujing Wubo are like an old person who is dying, but she looks so young.

"I want to keep him because I don't want him to die, but here, alive, it seems that it is better to die."

She sighed, but the meaning expressed by the girl's brisk voice was desolate and desolate.

He Xiaoman glanced at Feng Che, feeling that this girl looked older than him, but she looked much younger than himself and Feng Che, less than 20 years old.

"Thank you, the noodles are delicious."

She stood up and walked out slowly, and soon appeared in the sea of ​​flowers under the scorching sun, continuing to work hard like a little flower farmer.

"This NPC is somewhat like my sister, but I always wonder if she is older than me."

It was only then that He Xiaoman found out that Feng Che had another younger sister.

"How old are you?" He Xiaoman asked Feng Che.

"25."

He Xiaoman's expression was cracked: "Then how old are you at 25?"

Feng Che: ...

"I don't remember, it must have been tens of thousands of years ago. I died on my 25th birthday." His baby sister died with him.

The familiar pain of tens of thousands of years began to slowly invade him again, spreading from the heart a little bit outward, and the pain intensified a little bit.

Feng Che even enjoyed the process.

At least it proves that he is still alive, he still knows the pain, has not forgotten his sister, and has not despaired.

Presumably one day when my sister wakes up, he will happily rush over like an old ghost and beat himself up black and blue, right?
He was such a bastard, when the old ghost found the little girl, he was so excited that he beat off three of his ribs. He had to get this place back. He wanted to break six of the old ghost's... no, sixteen ribs!

After an unknown number of generations, he happily broke three of his own ribs. Why isn't the eldest lady of the Feng family worth sixteen ribs?

The two of them ate and drank enough, rested for a while on a bed and a sofa, and waited until it was dark before heading towards Bajiazi.

He Xiaoman has theoretically found a way to break in, but as for whether it will work, we can only wait and see.

He Xiaoman also asked Feng Che why he couldn't live in the B&B. Looking at the little girl's appearance, it was obvious that he would not hurt them.

Feng Che smiled strangely, and said, "NPCs are different from NPCs. Don't you think that the little girl in the homestay is actually more like a normal living person, rather than a data that executes orders rigidly and dogmatically according to established procedures?"

He Xiaoman was a little confused.

"Villagers are actually living people. Unlike NPCs, which obey machines, these people should have their own thoughts, but they can't get rid of this identity and life, just like we entered This world must abide by the rules set by those game parties, knowing that some behaviors are stupid, but they have to do the same."

"But these people are not players. They know all the rules and all the secrets, but they can't tell them."

He Xiaoman seemed to be enlightened.

"That is to say, when the little girl was stabbed and dripping with blood when picking flowers, it was not labor at all, but punishment after making a mistake?"

"That's right." Feng Che spat viciously on the ground: "This ghost master has memorized it. If there is a chance, if Master Che demolishes this place, my surname will not be Feng."

The copy... can it be dismantled?
He Xiaoman was dumbfounded.

"Do you know why this world stinks? Dirty and rotten, full of filth, this rose-covered land breeds only ugliness, the smell of sin."

"She asked me to kill her, and her soul would disappear if I killed her, but I couldn't do it!"

Feng Che clenched his fists so tightly that He Xiaoman could even hear the crackling of bones.

"Facing a face that looks like my sister, I can't fucking do it!"

There were two clusters of dangerous flames burning in Feng Che's eyes.

He Xiaoman thought, if it wasn't for Feng Che's need to protect himself, maybe he could just dismantle this dungeon this time, right?

After all, Feng Che is still very professional.

When you receive the task of hooking up with He Xiaoman, you will definitely try your best to hook up.

After receiving the task of protecting He Xiaoman, he must do his best to protect He Xiaoman.

She suddenly smiled.

She knew how perfunctory the previous task was, and she knew how dedicated the latter task was.

"I'm not that noble." Seeing He Xiaoman's silence for a long time, Feng Che said again: "Dismantling this kind of latrine-like dungeon can be regarded as cleaning up the cancer in multidimensional space, and I will make a lot of money."

Feng Che looked in the direction of the homestay, there were already dim lights in the wooden building, one of them was from her, the person who wanted to die but couldn't.

"I will save you, using a better method than flying away." Feng Che said silently in his heart.

(End of this chapter)