Dragon Zero

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The companion's partner found a local square-corner hat on the street stall spread out by Mao Shuo on the street, and took a look in front of Bimoye: "This little hat should look good on your head. Come and try a bit?"

"I don't want to try." Bemoyer flatly refused to say.

"Come and try."

"No."

Companions had to put a little funny hat on Bimoye's head to make fun of it. Bimoye saw their intentions, but refused to wear them and turned to hide.

The partner said helplessly: "Don't be so boring, don't wear long bags on your head."

Although joining the group is short, but the integration is very fast, it has become that the brother who took the lead of the big brother, Thien, throws down the objects in his hand and comes over from the stall next to him: "Okay, don't you know his character yet? Force him again , Be careful he really puts a long bag on your head. Let’s go over there and see that the town of Efenneuland is quite interesting."

Bemoyer was forced to take them to the streets to hang out, and with a long sigh, he had to follow them.

The street is not wide here, and the small vendors on both sides of the road sit opposite each other. The distance is only one meter, and the sales are also very complicated. There is no regular order or division of goods. Those who sell melons and fruits, clay pottery utensils, pottery figurines, dolls, and lynx are all together, next to each other, and there is also a local painting art called'smear painting'. The painter even invited the guests to stop and paint on the spot.

At the intersection, there is an open area, and there are many people visiting the market. There are also various snacks around, there are skewered bait snakes, hand-rolled wrap cakes, shredded pickled cucumbers, bonbon sugar, etc., I am hungry than Moyer. Well, I bought a piece of wrapped cake and toasted pickled cucumber to eat while shopping, and I also bought a glass of chilled Hulu for Wendini to drink.

The street is a place with many people, and there are more people. There are four floats parked in the middle of the open space. The flowers on the floats are shaped into various shapes, and the flowers are overflowing. There are men and women in the national costumes around the car. Singing and dancing around the car. Amidst the crowds, more than 20 girls dressed in plants and flowers stepped on the carpets in gorgeous dresses. They danced on the floats, and bursts of cheers and applause broke out around them.

Sang Qi looked curious and asked the person next to him: "What is this doing, as if it is a holiday? Is it a holiday today?"

The old man with a red headscarf who was asked said to Sanchi: "This is our dress festival."

"Festival?"

The old man glanced at him and said with a smile: "No wonder you don’t know, very few people abroad know our costume festival, this is our traditional folk celebration. We are here to plant and flowers, young boys and girls in town At the age of seventeen, a dress festival is held, where plants and flowers are woven into clothes, and then floats are used to pull around the town to perform a flower dance. Only when the flower dance is performed, after the dress festival, can young girls Counted as an adult."

Sang Qi and others nodded and said, "Oh, it turns out to be a rite of passage."

The old man sees that they are all foreigners, to be more specific: "Fashion festival will be held twice every three months, boys and girls are held separately. Holding the festival is not only for their adulthood, but also for boys and girls. In the evening, there will be a dinner party in the town. Adult singles will meet each other at the reception. I think there are a few young guys among you who can go to the evening. It is a festival for young people." The old man said this. , His eyes fell on Bimoye and asked him, "Boy, where are you from, do you have a girlfriend?"

Seeing this old man's appearance, it seemed that he had taken a look at Bemoyer and wanted to introduce him to an object.

Bemoy was slightly embarrassed and said, "I... just came to watch." After saying this, he stepped back a few steps, hid away a bit, and let Sain and Sanchile open, laughing constantly. Even Wendini, who didn't understand things before, can now understand these and laughed aside.

Everyone set their sights on the float again. These people are basically the age of flesh and blood, and the 17-year-old girls dancing in the sea of ​​flowers are all the same age, the same girl, the beautiful girls looking at these Dance, one by one like nails under the feet, can't bear to go.

Sanchez put his hand on his chin, and his arm ran into the companion next to him: "Hey, did you see that, the one with the blue petals is the most beautiful, 啧啧~"

The companion said: "Sang Qi, what are you greedy for, you are all in your thirties, don't think about it."

Sang Qi sighed: "Ah~! It would be nice if I were younger. Although I am single now, I seem to be older than these beautiful girls."

Bimoye was a bit boring, but he didn't mind stopping for a while, at that moment, a sudden call-like feeling came behind him, making him tight. He immediately turned around and looked back. The companions beside him saw him abnormally and asked, "What's wrong?"

Bemoyer looked at the pedestrians walking on the street and shook his head for a while, then said, "Nothing."

The companion felt strange, and looked around, but found nothing, and went back to watch the girl dance.

Bimoye put his hand on his heart and only felt his heart pounding. When someone passed behind him, that moment gave him a strange feeling, which he couldn't describe. It was like being penetrated by electric current. All the hairs were erected, full of tremors, and I couldn't release them for a long time.

He thought for a while, not too reconciled, still looking for that person in the crowd, and inadvertently fell to a shop with a small door opposite: "Is there a treasure hut here?"

He walked over curiously, and it turned out to be a treasure hut.

The treasure hut is not dedicated to selling treasures, the main purpose is to collect and sell some news related to treasures, to provide convenience for those in need.

There are not many people entering or leaving the treasure hut. Although it is located in the downtown area, it can be said that almost no one enters. Few people will visit this kind of place, especially for ordinary civilians. But there was a man standing by the door of the treasure hut. This man had his arms around his chest, a sword in his hand, his head lowered, a hat with a sunshade, and he could not see his face, but it seemed that he had been here for a long time. Too.

Bimoye didn't mean to enter the hut, glanced at the door and planned to leave, but this time he was stopped by the man who was guarding the door of the treasure hut.

"Hey, friend, please wait." The sword and sheath in his hand were in front of Bemoyer.

"Huh?" Bemoyer looked at him.

This humane: "I have been watching you for a long time, you are a mercenary."

Bimoye did not wear the mercenary logo today, but it was still seen. So he asked, "What do you mean?"

"Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to be malicious." The man said while taking off his hat, showing his face: "I'm a ranger and want to talk to you about business."

Bimoye looked at this man's public face, his head, his beard was shaved very clean, a little handsome, he was in his thirties and forty years old, tall, with a slender scabbard in his hand and wearing a belt The silver-gray breastplate of the shoulder pads, lined with a tough burlap robe, leather boot leggings, and a piece of ring mail under the hip skirt of the hips, but only a little broken.

"You have found the wrong person." Bemoyer was leaving, but was still stopped.

"Don't go, you haven't heard what business I said."

At that time, Sayne and Sanchez were not interested in watching dancing. They came to Bimoye and saw him stopped in the distance. They shouted, "What are you doing Bimoye over there?" Ran over.

Bemoyer bypassed the Ranger's sword and said, "It's okay."

The companion said, "Go ahead and look around." After looking at the ranger, he pulled Bimoyer away.

The ranger could only shake his head helplessly, stood on the street for a while, and left.

Later, Bimoye continued to follow them on the street, saw the fresh and cheap gadgets, bought them for fun, or brought them to commemorate them. In the evening, they met with other companions. Everyone heard about the evening banquet and dinner. Several young people, under the age of twenty-five, wanted to see it. It was easy to catch up with the local adult ceremony, how could it be missed. So Bimoyer was also pulled and went with them.

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