let go of my anne

In the middle of the night, Lao Du honestly and unceremoniously called Chen Senran to get up as agreed.

In fact, Chen Senran didn't sleep at all. He was very concerned about Evelyn's sentence about the smell of a dead person. Evelyn's feeling should not be wrong, so Carl's previous explanation was a lie. The credibility of all the words is reduced to the lowest, and his identity and purpose will definitely not be what he said.

A stranger full of lies is sleeping next to you, in a place like Howling Swamp, not to mention that little Lolita is sleeping next to him, how dare Chen Senran really sleep.

Rubbing his sore temples, Chen Senran stood up slowly, trying not to make a sound, so as not to wake up little Annie who was sleeping soundly.

Wei Wei tore open a gap in the tent, and the cold night wind rushed towards Chen Senran's face accompanied by a strange breath, which cleared his mind up a bit, and luckily his Wuji Dao has been cultivated to the point of minor success, It is very good for nourishing the mental power, otherwise it would be a bit embarrassing for him to go out to fight wits and courage with an unknown guy without sleeping in the middle of the night.

Taking a deep breath of the not-so-smelling air, Chen Senran moved his body slightly to get out, but just as he was about to get out of the tent, the corner of his clothes was gently pulled.

"Xiao Sensen..." It was Little Lolita's voice, very low, very soft, and somewhat pitiful.

Still woke her up.Chen Senran turned his head helplessly, Little Annie glanced at him, bit her lip and lowered her head, but she refused to let go of the hand that was holding the hem of her clothes.

"I'm afraid..." The little girl shook her arm coquettishly.

Chen Senran smiled and sighed, patted her little head and said, "Since our Miss Anne said she was scared, what else can I do? Come..." He opened his arms as he spoke.

Little Annie's face turned red which was rare, but she threw herself into Chen Senran's embrace without any hesitation.

"Xiao Sensen is the best..." Little Annie said.

am i the bestChen Senran picked up little Lolita and started to walk towards the campfire. The night in the swamp was getting colder, and he could clearly feel little Annie trembling slightly, so he couldn't help hugging her even tighter.

Karl was already sitting by the bonfire, and when he saw Chen Senran coming over with little Annie in his arms, he nodded friendly to him.

Chen Senran also smiled and nodded in return, and sat down opposite him, "How is Mr. Carl sleeping?" He asked casually, he doesn't want to start a game with this guy yet, because the little girl is really cold.

Need some wine.Chen Senran casually picked up a bottle of red wine that he brought over on the ground, and poured it into an untouched goblet. It seemed that Lao Du had no interest in red wine.As he was pouring the wine, a thought flashed through his mind that intelligence analysis anytime, anywhere had penetrated into his bones.

"Would you like a drink?" Chen Senran shook his glass to let the aroma of the wine radiate and raised his hand to Carl.

"I slept well, much more comfortable than yesterday." Carl was still holding the book and the staff. He looked at the red wine in Chen Senran's hand and seemed to swallow, "Of course, thank you."

Really useless conversation.Chen Senran took a sip of the red wine and felt that the taste was just right. A warm current poured into his body from his throat, and he felt a little better immediately. Then he put the cup next to the little girl and said, "Come on, be good, drink a little, drink a little It won't be cold anymore."

The little girl was probably still a little afraid of Carl, she just showed her head slightly and took a sip of the wine before hiding her little face inside.

Chen Senran patted her head, and felt that she was not trembling so badly before pouring Carl the wine, "Where does Mr. Carl live in Demacia? Is it a villa with a sea view?" His mouth continued to look It seemed extremely boring nonsense, and passed the red wine by the way.

"Oh, how could I live in a villa with a sea view? That's a privilege only for nobles." Karl put the staff in his right hand across his knee, took over the goblet, and his hand was covered by a pair of thick gloves. Wrapped, when Chen Senran handed the wine glass to him, he felt his hand... without weight, like a skeleton.

"Oh, really? I didn't know this. I thought that all the rich people in Demacia lived in villas with sea views." Of course Chen Senran knew this. Marcia's general customs and class system are clear, but he still made an exaggerated expression of surprise.

This was a serious temptation, and Chen Senran didn't want to tear up his face just because of Evelyn's words, pointing at the nose of the guy in front of him and saying, what the hell are you doing.It would be embarrassing if Karl was really an archmage from Demacia.

Carl didn't seem to notice Chen Senran's temptation, he took a sip from the goblet, and seemed to exclaim in admiration, "Merlin's wine...for so many years..." He coughed halfway through the sentence He didn't say any more, as if he missed something.

So many years... Was it intentional?Chen Senran glanced at Carl calmly, the hand holding the wine was stiff for a moment, and then took another sip pretending to be relaxed.

"Mr. Carl is amazing. He tasted the place of origin after just one sip. He seems to be a master of all kinds." Chen Senran smiled and didn't reveal the sentence just now. He was thinking about what to use to test the next sentence.

In the thick fog all around, there was a faint voice suddenly.

The voice was very low, very hoarse, and the pitch was extremely long, as if many, many dead souls were singing together in the thick fog.

A little sad.

The little girl who was sleepy was stimulated to tremble again, Chen Senran couldn't help frowning, and looked at Carl.

Carl was still drinking the red wine slowly, as if he didn't hear the voice, he shook his head slightly and held his glass high, as if enjoying the singing.

Is this guy getting into trouble?

Chen Senran glanced at the tent, Lao Du is still sleeping, it's amazing how good the sleep quality is.

The flame power all over his body began to surge, Chen Senran stared at Carl, suddenly looking forward to what this guy would say next, I'm so sorry, you are going to die.

After all, it's not a good feeling to keep a time bomb by your side all the time.

But Karl failed Chen Senran's expectations. He just smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, this is a daily event in the Howling Swamp. Every night after midnight, there will be undead singing. This is why it is called Howling Swamp."

"Really?" Chen Senran exhaled, and patted the back of the little girl in his arms, "Do you have a deep understanding of Howling Swamp?" He suddenly remembered the moment when the fog cleared before, this guy Could it be something in the swamp?

"I can't say it's very deep, but I just know some special things." When he said something special, Carl suddenly lowered his voice, as if he was telling some peerless secret.

"Want to hear it?" He said faintly, and there was an unspeakable terror in line with the continuous eerie singing around him.

The fog seems to be getting bigger.

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The rhythm of sleepwalking started again, it seemed that I couldn't write at night, and I was stuck for another three hours.