I'm playing Yuanshin in Tivat!

This should belong to Wendy, but Lu Kong said that Mao left and Mao left.

She took a closer look, and saw that it was a pair of small wings, like a dead Wind Crystal Butterfly. The whole was transparent light green. It seemed that it hadn't died yet, and was still waiting for a soaring flight.

"Thanks."

She didn't intend to return it, and smiled to Wendy who didn't know where it was.

"Is it interesting to cheat me, a poor man?"

Sure enough, a helpless voice came from the void, and Wendy seemed to spread her hands. The voice flowed into her ears along the wind, as sweet as a clear spring.

"Don't you still owe me the drink money?"

Lu Kong retorted.

"..."

"I thought you gave it away for nothing...ah...that's really the most expensive wine I've ever had."

I can't hear any emotion. This person is too casual, which makes it hard to tell whether every sentence is serious or a joke. Often every sentence has to be taken as serious for in-depth analysis.

Lu Kong thought it was wrong, it seemed that his character design was also working towards that direction.

Sure enough, good personalities are common.

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After pocketing the stolen wings of the Wind Crystal Butterfly, Lu Kong turned back and admired Rosalia's sleeping appearance.

Different from the cautious, terrifying, and energy-saving appearance, this lady's sleeping appearance can be said to be extremely presumptuous, and often a murder weapon will fall out of nowhere when she turns over.

Bang!

It was a shuriken in the shape of Inazuma, Lu Kong frowned, picked it up, and threw it into the miscellaneous hidden weapons beside him, Liyue's poisoned plum blossom dart, Mengde's dart, Inazuma's Kunai, Danfeng's portable crossbow...

Where are these things hidden?

Lu Kong looked down all the way with dissecting eyes, and carefully looked at Rosalia, from the white scarf around her neck, to the nun's robe with a big cross, and the rose red fishnet stockings...

There is nowhere to put these hidden weapons.

No, on closer inspection, there isn't even room for a wallet.

"Is it all hidden in the white slime? Could it be that the huge Rosalia Royal Sister is actually a poor breast?"

Lu Kong muttered to himself, stretched out his hand and gestured.

"It looks so big, but it's actually filled with hidden weapons?"

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In the end is how to do it?

Lu Kong thought for a while, and there seemed to be a high school student next door who swallowed five cigarettes in one go and spit out the burning cigarette after drinking a whole glass of juice, and Rosalia seemed to be able to accept this.

What a ghost!

Lu Kong rubbed the white slime with his hands, and there was no dangling hidden weapon.

"Tsk."

It looks like this is going to become an unsolved mystery.

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Sleep.

There is no dream, only peaceful darkness, but it seems to be completely different from death. Rosalia's expression becomes extremely soft only when she is asleep. At this moment, she is more like a nun than anyone else.

Until the sun rises three poles.

All sleep has a waking moment, and years of sleep deprivation have made certain situations somewhat unfamiliar to her.

For example, the whole body is sore, and the lips are dry and chapped due to lack of water.

"I seem to be... poisoned?"

Rosalia talked to herself, stood up holding the spear, and after feeling the warm sunlight, she squinted her eyes, stretched without a teacher, and her bones made clicking sounds.

comfortable.

"Lost nun, do you want to hear a song from the sky?"

Rosalia's stretching motion froze. She raised one foot and kicked the spear beside her. The spear drew a circle in the air and fell into her hand.

Knock out.

The bard saw him stretching himself like a cat.

She saw Wendy smiling and stroking the strings with one hand, as if she was about to knead one or two soothing notes, her heart was shocked.

He is not even afraid of the spear used to punish nuns, he is no longer an ordinary bard.

"you……"

She wanted to say she was going to die for me, but the sun was just right, and the giant intertwined trees rustled in the wind. After sleeping, it seemed that even her ashen-like mood improved a lot.

I can also live in the sun.

Rosalia said in the softest tone of her life: "Come with me and transfer to the church prison."

Chapter 51: Going to prison is like going home

"Eh?"

The hand that was trying to pluck the strings stopped slowly. Wendy suspected that she had heard wrong, so she tilted her head and asked, "Miss nun, don't you believe in the god of wind? God of freedom, is it really okay to forcibly deprive an innocent passer-by of their freedom like this?"

"Um... indeed."

Rosalia also showed a pensive expression. After a while, she stretched out her hand, and the sharp spear stopped five inches in front of Wendy. The tip of the gun was facing the tip of her nose, full of threats.

"Can you go to prison voluntarily?" Rosalia asked sincerely.

"..."

Mond still has such believers?

It was really hard not to make people sweat, Wendy fell into deep thought, and after thinking about it, she still raised her hands.

It's just being pointed at by a believer. It's been so many years. I haven't seen any scene before, and I'm still afraid of such a thing?

"I surrender, hey~"

Rosalia did not let down her vigilance because of this.

She frowned, feeling that things were not that simple, so she didn't move for a long time.At this moment, Wendy smiled again, and her good attitude seemed to have finally paid off, and she influenced the troubled nun.

But who knows, Rosalia shook her head again and said: "Your surrender seems to be mixed with irony and dissatisfaction."

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Wendy could be regarded as having tasted the bitter fruit of not being serious, obediently with her hands behind her back, and under the custody of the nuns, she returned to Mond City, a prison affiliated to the Knights of the West Wind. After serious interrogation, Wendy was qualified to stay under observation for [-] days.

"Wind God Bass Bass, I have to say, you are really very lucky."

In the city of Mond, Wendy tied a knot on her wrist and was led by Rosalia, very humble.

"..."

Even mispronouncing my name, there must be insincerity, sarcasm, and resentment in your prayers.But Barbatos, the wind god, loves the Monds equally.

He doesn't care.

"Go faster."

Rosalia tugged on the rope, and the wind god staggered without dignity, looking extremely embarrassed.

He entered the prison built by his disciples, such as the world described by a certain short story writer of Danfeng, which is always full of unpredictable ironic turns, always unexpected and reasonable.

"Actually, it's not that sad. The great hero Vanessa has also been in prison."

Wendy murmured to herself in relief.

Naturally, these words were regarded as a dissatisfied satire with ulterior motives, Rosalia pulled the rope again, and did not give this suspicious person a good face from the beginning to the end.

After all, bards walking around the streets are unstable factors.

Who knew that they were not gathering information in the streets and alleys, with the intention of overthrowing the regime of the Zephyr Knights?

Rosalia considers herself very enlightened.

Normally, Wendy might have been wiped out in the wild, but now she had a good night's sleep, and by the way, said some plausible dreams in front of Boss Lu, which made her feel particularly good.

"You stay honest with me."

Before closing the door, Rosalia said that, as if she wanted to make amends for herself, she added through gritted teeth.

"You should thank Ms. Lu Kong. If she hadn't listened to my dream, gave me a peaceful sleep, and made me feel very good, you wouldn't have ended up like this now."

"Ah...this."

Wendy smiled awkwardly but politely.

That's obviously me!

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Returning to the newspaper office, returning to the state of nothing to worry about, Lu Kong threw Canggu's oath of freedom aside, and instead studied the "special reward" that suddenly appeared, what mystery is hidden in a small piece of tile?

【The ruins of the lonely king of the tower】

【The demon god of the gale "Dekarapian" is very satisfied with the royal city he built,

He accepts the kneeling of all his followers on the tower.

But he didn't know that everyone bowed down to him not out of admiration and love. 】

Weapon upgrade materials?

Lu Kong frowned. His cultivation system was quite different from the real game. The notable difference was that there was no weapon level or refinement for weapons, and the leveling of characters depended on reading and learning.

That's normal.

Five-star weapons are inherently unique, and some are only found in myths and legends. Strong is strong.

"So why did you give a piece of tile to the lonely king of the tower?"

Lu Kong said to himself.

Could it be that this tile came from the ruins of Fenglong?

Lu Kong took a closer look. The tiles were regular in size, not much bigger than a beautiful girl's hand fully spread out. It was pitch black, with gaps and cracks at the corners, and patterns that were hard to see were drawn on it, as if they had been burned by fire.

It's not golden.

This thing is at most a blue item, three blues make one purple, and three purples make one gold.

Rounding up, this thing is worth nothing.

"mean."

In the spirit of the great hamster, Lu Kong still stuffed this thing into his bosom with the thought that holding on is also holding on. As a writer, she would always involuntarily think of some vulgar routines, such as the tiles on her chest just to block bullets and the like.

It's not completely impossible, is it?

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[I was regarded as a demon god, and I was heartbroken by the lady, but the ruins of the lonely king of the tower saved my life. 】

When Lu Kong wrote these contents on the typewriter, he couldn't help laughing out loud, and crossed them out without hesitation. Before that was over, she added the label of "Story Creation Must Respect Objective Facts".

【I gave this thing to Wendy, and he saved his life. 】

Lu Kong smiled.

You see, writing like this makes perfect sense.

Fengshen Wendy is the kind of god who, no matter what she does, will not appear to be a devastated, free spirit.Under the influence of Liberty, Mond is also a free city-state.

Lu Kong put away his joking thoughts and began to think about everything seriously.

The ruins of the lonely king of the tower.

[If it wasn't for weapon development, this thing looks more like a quest item, hiding secrets from the past, the long history of the lonely king of the tower, and it seems that there are some inexplicable powers hidden. 】

Lu Kong fell into deep thought, and didn't want to comfort himself with "this thing may not be useful at all, it's just an ordinary prop".