My love game is too abstract

Liu Jin Exchange.

Lawrence, with dark circles under his eyes, was holding a long list, checking it item by item.

"Eat an unlimited mango buffet, soak feet in wine, watch two clowns perform stand-up comedy, compete in a tug-of-war with a group of kindergarten children, watch a group of wheelchair-bound disabled people play soccer, and have an elderly art troupe perform 'The Youthful You'."

He looked at the long string of wish items behind the list, with piles of paper scraps on the ground.

Lawrence sighed deeply and looked at the fat yellow creature in the center of the room, enjoying a massage from four or five technicians.

At the same time, across from it, several eighty-year-olds were performing a youthful stage play.

"You clearly said before that you only needed to fulfill one wish, but now..."

Lawrence lowered his head in distress.

For the past half month, he had been serving this dragon, neglecting the business of the exchange, and it had left him physically and mentally exhausted.

"My wish is to fulfill all my wishes, is there a problem?"

The fat yellow dragon hummed and said.

"But if this continues, I really will..."

Lawrence gritted his teeth. He never imagined that after spending decades of effort, he would end up with something like this, not only not getting his own wish but also becoming someone else's wish-granting machine.

"Tch, these mortals nowadays really don't have any perseverance. They whine even when asked to do such small things."

The fat dragon snorted and patted its round belly.

"I'm also feeling a bit bored, so let's just do this."

Lawrence looked up, stunned for a moment, then quickly signaled everyone around to leave.

Several old men and women hobbled away with their canes.

The fat dragon yawned and stretched lazily, barely moving.

"Alright, I've had enough fun, it's time to go back."

Lawrence finally breathed a sigh of relief. He really couldn't wait for this guy to disappear.

"But since you've been quite diligent and helped me fulfill many wishes, before I leave, I'll help you fulfill one wish," the fat dragon said, rubbing its belly.

Lawrence's eyes lit up, and he said in disbelief, "Really, really? Great Dragon?"

"Of course, it's real," the fat dragon said. "Hurry up and say it, I'm in a hurry."

Lawrence's mood suddenly became excited. After so many years, he finally got this opportunity. He swallowed and looked at the fat dragon in front of him, his voice trembling slightly, and said the wish he had buried in his heart for more than ten years:

"Please, revive my wife, Joanna, who passed away from illness fifteen years ago."

He bowed deeply to the fat dragon, saying sincerely.

Ever since he got the news that there was a treasure in the mystic realm that could grant wishes, he spent decades of effort and countless money to get so many useful or useless tools from it, all for this wish.

The fat dragon stroked its belly, looked at the bowing man in front of it, smacked its lips, raised its fat hand, snapped its fingers, and then said to him:

"Look behind you."

Lawrence was suddenly shocked, his eyes flashing with joy, and he excitedly turned his head to look:

Behind him was empty, with nothing there.

"Haha! Fooled you!"

The fat dragon pointed at him, laughed loudly, and then turned into seven streams of light, transforming back into seven Dragon Balls, flying out and disappearing.

Lawrence knelt stiffly on the ground, his hands supporting him, feeling an extremely strong sense of exhaustion, without even the strength to stand.

Just then, he heard footsteps, and someone squatted down in front of him, gently stroking his shoulder.

He looked up in shock, and when he saw the familiar face he hadn't seen for fifteen years, tears silently streamed down his face, and he squeezed out a voice from his throat:

"Joanna, you, you're back."

"There really isn't a single fish," Yarrow sighed helplessly, looking at the fishing hook that hadn't moved all afternoon.

Today was supposed to be the day to start learning the course again, but when he went to find Serena, he was told that she was doing a potion experiment today and told him to study on his own.

"Study on my own?"

Yarrow thought for a while and decided to go fishing.

Then he sat here all afternoon without a single movement.

"Forget it, let's go back."

He packed his things and walked back, carrying the bucket.

On the way, he met Hakka, the big guy, who was carrying a basket of cucumbers towards him.

"Yarrow," Hakka waved to him in greeting.

"Thank you, Yarrow."

"Huh? Why are you thanking me?" Yarrow asked in confusion.

"It's the idea you gave me last time," Hakka scratched his head and smiled shyly.

"Oh,"

Yarrow remembered, it was the matter of Little Smith bullying Hakka. He didn't expect that he would actually do it.

"How is it? Is he so scared that he doesn't dare to provoke you anymore?" he said with a smile.

"No, although Little Smith was scared and ran away at first, he quickly ran back," Hakka said.

"Then it's..." Yarrow was puzzled.

"Then he said that the stuff thrown on him was quite delicious, and asked me if I had any more, so I gave it all to him. Now we are good friends," Hakka said happily.

"Really? That's pretty good, uh, so he tasted that it was peanut butter?" Yarrow said.

"No, he doesn't know," Hakka said.

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Walking home, when he passed the grove, he saw a group of people gathered there, and he also heard very miserable wailing.

He saw Martha was also there, so he stepped forward and asked, "Martha, what happened here?"

Martha turned to look at him, her face full of solemnity, and said:

"Mei Qing is dead."

Yarrow was shocked, and the bucket fell to the ground with a thud.

"How could this happen..."

Martha lowered her head, her emotions low, and said, "We didn't expect such a thing to happen."

The atmosphere became somber, and a sad emotion spread. After a moment, Yarrow couldn't help but ask:

"That... who is Mei Qing?"

"It's Little Mei, the cow in our family," Martha pointed to the crowd.

Big Zhuang was kneeling in front of the cow's half-body corpse, crying bitterly, one hand forcefully hitting the ground.

"Little Mei! Little Mei! I just wove a garland for you this morning, but why did you leave me alone to go to the forest this afternoon!"

Martha's father was still comforting him.

"Little Mei was let out to graze this morning, and we didn't see her for a while. She ran into the forest, and when we found her again, only half of her body was left," Martha sighed.

Yarrow looked at the painful Big Zhuang for a long time, still putting on a sad face, and said to Martha:

"Please accept my condolences."

"Losing a cow is nothing, but, they said the wounds on Little Mei's body were very deep, and there were also signs of being burned. We're just afraid that there might be monsters in the village..." Martha showed a worried expression.

"We were thinking about whether to ask a few adventurers to clear out the forest or something."

"Then leave it to me!" Yarrow patted his chest and said righteously.

"Martha, don't worry, I also have some strength now. No matter what killed Little Mei, I will definitely find it and make it pay the price! Even if there are monsters, I will definitely protect the village!"

Martha smiled at him and nodded, "Okay, then I'll leave it to you, our little hero."

"No problem!"

It's no small matter that monsters may have appeared in the village. Being able to cause such wounds to a cow must not be a simple monster. I still have to be busy for a while.

Yarrow thought as he walked back home. Just as he put down the fishing rod and bucket in the yard, he saw Zexia walking back from outside.

"Zexia? You actually left the house today?"

Yarrow said in surprise.

"Hmph, I went out for a walk to clear my head, so I wouldn't always hear you say that I stay in my room and don't go out."

Zexia snorted and threw a fat cow leg to him.

Yarrow looked at the cow leg, stunned.

"This... what is this?"

"A cow leg, can't you tell?" Zexia said, clapping her hands.

"No, no, you, where did you get it?"

"From the forest over there, it was a cow, with a garland on its head. It was really stupid..."