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Ling, the third among the twelve pieces of the Sui Beast, is truly the eldest sister.

He was a casual and free-spirited person, a drinker, and had outstanding attainments in military affairs, poetry, and music.

Its name probably has at least three meanings.

A genre among the "ci" and "qu" in the traditional Tom Yam style: Ling.

A kind of entertainment game played in the traditional wine culture of Tom Yam: Ling.

Seasonal orders and festivals in Tomyam traditional political announcements: Orders
Unknown ability——

——This is what Omer has included in his compilation of the information that can be obtained from the Rhode Island Forum.

In this kind of information compilation, special beings such as Miss Ling, Miss Yela, and Miss Skadi will naturally attract Omo's special attention... and the results are as simple as the above.

To be honest, although the employees of the Rhode Island Company talked about everything on the forum, they even dared to take advantage of the forum when they caught the boss stealing food in the middle of the night, which shows that there are no taboos in their style.

But even so, the information that can be filtered and summarized through small talk is still limited.

There are even many seemingly bizarre contents, further raising the threshold for evidence collection.

Omo, who is not very idle, does not have high requirements for this.

A rough idea is enough, just like he can easily use Nian and Xi's abilities for smelting and painting, but he also knows that those two abilities are much more than that.

But in Ling's information, he didn't put the word 'Xiaoyao' in the opponent's ability list, but just put 'Unknown'.

It’s not that there’s a lack of evidence, it’s that it’s incomprehensible.

Although he has lived in this eastern world for more than ten years, he still has too much unknown culture and vocabulary.

To him, the word "xiaoyao" is an extremely unfamiliar realm.

Forget about him, even for the majority of Tom Yam people who were born in Tom Yam and have good roots, the frequency of using the word "xiaoyao" is becoming less and less.

This is also related to the fact that the scores of Yuan Neng schools of martial arts and immortal magic schools have been increasing year by year.

But it is more due to the changes of the times, which make social atmosphere pay more attention to "responsibility".

Being entangled in so many trivial matters, it is natural that there is no such thing as being "free".

The freedom to get rid of all ties is not difficult to understand. Although this way of living is rare in modern times, it is not without examples.

But as a description of ability, it is too vague.

What is freedom?As you wish?How far can she go?How far can she go?Can you list specific values?Can that be explained more vividly...

With these unanswerable questions in mind, he finally left that column blank, thinking that he would add it later when he gained something.

According to someone's expectation, the so-called future should be very, very far away.

Because he has no need to contact the special beings on the Rhode Island side recently.

Not to mention that during the brief contact with Miss Nian and Miss Xi, there was no opportunity to have a pleasant conversation or meet again.

This information is just like the information about active and excellent horse racing girls. Even if it is collected, it will not be used in the short term - because there is no race to run in the near future, and the three of Tea House, Bourbon, and Tachyon still have to compete for a period of time. A stable training period of at least half a month.

But even if the tournament regulations can be stable and correct, the personal situation is on another level.

Just like this moment, he had to admit that the so-called "expectation" itself was very fragile, and would be easily shattered if something unexpected happened.

Just like at this moment, he was not even familiar with Miss Nian and Miss Xi, but he was already being called by their first names by their sisters.

"Unfair? Why do you say that? Mr. Homais." The incarnation of the beast with only a name but no surname said with a smile.

The purplish blue eyes were accompanied by rouge eyeshadow that was either natural or man-made, and the smile had a careless charm and frivolity, which made the devil subconsciously glance sideways to suppress the bright and abrupt feeling.

He is not delusional.

Because he understood that most of the time, those girls were just normal people, but he happened to have a pair of overly detailed and sharp eyes.

Those eyes can help him capture a person's personality, habits, and experiences, and often even the 'extra parts'.

For example, beauty.

The beauty of spirit, beauty of appearance, and even the temptation that extends from beauty.

Those girls themselves may not necessarily recognize and be confident in their beauty, but he can also "capture" them with those eyes.

And when facing those girls who are beautiful enough, those eyes will give him an 'illusion'.

An illusion that makes it easy to become a 'common man'.

It's like the other person's eyes are talking.

It was as if the other party was deliberately showing off that temptation.

——Others would probably have too much self-awareness, but when it came to Omer... it was the same.

As long as others are unaware but you still recognize yourself, it is a kind of excessive self-awareness.

That’s why we have to consciously restrain that consciousness.

He does have eyes that are good at discovering beauty in a physical sense. His grandmother, who is good at art, has been praising him since he was a child, as if he really has some artistic talent.

Although the Bader's art is like a prelude to some kind of promotion ceremony, he obviously has not embarked on that path.

After all, everyone knows that whether it is music, painting or other...the way of art is also the way of spending money.

Not to mention that you have to compete with AI no matter what path you take - this is not a good meal. Competing with AI means that you have to have outstanding features that are better than AI, and before you can create those features, you have to Pay a longer accumulation cost.

This brings us back to the summer a few days before summer vacation.

In that summer, he had a lazy and idle conversation with Bize, jumping around in topics, talking about the application form for the Academy of Fine Arts reaching a new low.

But now, Omo, who has eyes like a painter's, already has enough self-awareness.

"It's nothing. Now that you've been attacked, there's no need to shout about being victimized." Looking away, Omer calmed down his heartbeat that slowed down slightly at that moment, thinking about how many times this happened in the past six months, he still said, "Miss Ling intercepted me specially. Is there something wrong?"

Looking back at the view of the dilapidated house below, looking at the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl who didn't change their movements and didn't even offer them a cup of tea, as if they were just sitting there chatting, Omer added:

"Isn't everything here fake?"

"In the end, it is up to you to decide whether it is true or false, Mr. Homais," said Ling, who suddenly drew a clumsy wine plate in his hand, picked up the gourd, filled a glass, and handed it to Homais. , "But compared to my purpose of coming, I thought Mr. Homais would pay attention to the time."

"Whether time is stopped or stretched, if I think about it, it should be in this state, right? It's probably the latter." Omo said lightly, glanced at the wine glass, and after hesitating for a moment, he took it.

"Although the two people below are still having a normal conversation."

The Weaver Girl probably didn't have the common sense of human hospitality etiquette, and the Cowherd probably didn't have the courage to mention it, so the two of them just stayed there and chatted awkwardly.

However, considering the background of the times, perhaps the hospitality etiquette itself is still relatively primitive.It wasn't much better above. Omo looked at the fragrant wine plate for a few seconds and took a sip.

Facts have proved that his decision is extremely correct.

The spicy taste brought by just a small mouthful almost caused him to bring down a mist below.

But he didn't lose his composure after all, he was just silent.

Then in silence, he took another sip to further adapt to the extreme that blunted his senses and made his eyes see more clearly.

He seemed to be able to see the abnormal air masses floating in the air, as well as all the oil paints that were more contrasting and collision.

Seeing his reaction, which showed no signs of losing his composure and no redness in his face or ears, Ling Zhi replied happily: "Not bad."

"Here, time outside will be extremely slow. Mr. Homais will not have to go out and be talked about by his female companions for the time being."

The so-called dreams are people who often experience this kind of experience. To be honest, this is not the first time that Omer has experienced this kind of dream with an extremely long time perception. It is just for the dream that the group of people on the Rhode Island Forum mentioned. ', with a more intuitive understanding.

She can even add the direction of dreams to real objects, adding a hazy reality to a scroll.

Obscurity and reality, these feelings that should conflict with each other merge into one, truly arbitrary and miraculous.

Is this one of the so-called forms of 'freedom'?
Omer lowered his eyes and looked at the remaining liquid in the cup, and then looked at the strand of hair that was slightly swaying in the wind and the faint braid on the side.

"So, what did you want to say at the beginning?"

"I would like to say, are you interested in traveling to a similar land again? Mr. Omer."

"About the so-called Xi'e?"

"No, just like the world here is a Qixi Festival project experience, the land over there is created by another group of people, a pure game experience."

"Invite me to try it out?"

"Yes, I think you can also see that although the world created by Xiao Xi and the others is real enough, there are too obvious flaws in the design."

"Indeed, most people don't notice those hidden past events at all," Omo sighed and drank the remaining wine in one gulp. "I don't know who those achievements are for."

He surprisingly liked this wine.

After a few more sips, he gradually got used to it. The rising warmth in his belly not only resisted the cold current on the peak, but also gave him a warm and fulfilling feeling of returning to the devil's state.

Even opening his mouth seems to be able to spit out some heat waves.

That might not be an illusion, after all, Ling did see the dark red gradually rising in his brown eyes.

When you drink that inhumane drink, the inhumane elements naturally agitate. This is also natural.

"Of course, to put it another way, although Xiao Xi and the others' design has raised the bar, they have also screened out wonderful people like Mr. Omo who can think of being together with them. It might be that they are looking for a close friend in the mountains and rivers."

"This is really too high of a view of me," Omo shook his head, "What I used was just a summary of predecessors plus my own clumsy observation and deduction method."

"Rather than thinking of going together, it's better to say that through trial and error, I touched the idea of ​​​​their design for a moment."

"Or Miss Xi?" he added.

Although the copywriter is a team, the twists and turns of the explanation method feel like a very awkward individual. It is hard to say whether it is the style of Ms. Jingzhe, Ms. Xingji and others.

Based on his few brief encounters with Miss Xi, he felt that there was some overlap.

"It's Xiao Xi, that's right." Ling's words also confirmed his guess.

"My sister likes to hide whatever works she is involved in and won't show them to others. She doesn't want to share her pride with others. How can it be considered pride?"

"I think everyone has their own standards for judging success, and so does sharing."

"Indeed, I heard that Mr. Homais is only twenty years old, but he has far-sightedness that is beyond expectation."

"It's an award, but it's just picking on other people's experiences and making a fool of yourself."

"Without further ado, does Mr. Homare have any ideas about those games?"

"If I have an idea, I certainly have it, but I don't necessarily have the time."

"Time doesn't matter, the projects of those friends haven't been fully completed yet..."

"So we need testers?"

"Experience," Ling said with a smile, lifting the gourd in his hand, "not to mention testing."

Omo also raised his hand, brought the wine plate closer, and let the other party continue to fill it up: "You came to me specifically just to talk about this? Is this so-called game really a game?"

"It's absolutely true. It's a game that our friends at Rheinland Life use for employees to experience, but it might as well be a trial ground."

"In that case, can I bring outsiders?"

"Of course, you are very welcome, but I need to remind you that just like the design of Xiao Xi's world, ordinary children may not be able to accept the oppression of the fabric."

"Those kids aren't afraid of that."

"Then I'm just worrying. I'm going to punish myself?" Ling smiled freely and raised the gourd as he spoke. Rather than punishing himself, he said he couldn't wait to do it.

She really loved drinking too much, which made Omer helpless.

"Miss Ling, can I ask you a question?"

"Huh? Ask."

"Rhodes Island Company has its own world to back it up, and its members are also many strange people. Why bother to specially invite me?"

"Does M. Homais not know what is special about him?"

"I think that mere speculation is always unreliable and needs actual verification."

"So, Mr. Omer, what do you think the Weaver Girl's answer to the Cowherd's great importance is asking?"

"It's not okay to answer questions with questions, Miss Ling."

"Only this time." Ling smiled and raised the gourd.

Omer also handed over the wine plate and touched it. He originally planned to drink it first, but he paused and replied: "What Zhinu asked was why he gave up everything he had for a promise. ——That is what they, who are born great, cannot understand the most and even fear the most.”

"It's a difference in perspective."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the wine plate and drank it all in one gulp.

The person with him also picked up the wine gourd, laughed silently and happily, and drank together.

"As it is said, with this, I think Mr. Homais can help those friends."