Chapter 29

Lin Jie looked up.

Only then did I discover that there seemed to be some golden light shining in the canopy that covered the sky and the sun.

It's just that it was robbed of its attraction by the falling snow all over the sky and the beautiful irises on the ground.

And the dense foliage hides them well.

So just now Lin Jie didn't notice at all that the tree was still bearing fruit.

Silver gave four options.

tree, fruit, flower, and nectar.

Lin Jie thought for a while, and first ruled out the tree.

There was no way he could just take the tree with him, and the tree seemed...well, completely useless to him.

Secondly, flowers are excluded in the same way.

Apart from being decorative, it doesn't seem to have any effect, and he just picked a flower on his own and put it on Baiyin's ear not long ago.

It always feels weird to ask the other party to send flowers back now.

All that remains is the fruit and nectar.

Lin Jie thought for a while, looked at the faintly shining golden fruit on the tree, and said, "Can I eat it directly?"

He really wasn't interested in nectar, so he might as well try in his dream to see what the fruit grew in his dream.

This is also a very unique experience.

Baiyin smiled: "Of course."

"Patter."

As soon as she finished speaking, the golden apple-like fruit fell down by itself.

Lin Jie reached out to catch it, turned around and looked at it carefully.

This small golden apple looks surprisingly delicate, and every arc gives people a feeling of perfect proportions, just as it is drawn.

Appeared again, this kind of structure only in dreams.

But no matter what it was like before, it will now enter Lin Jie's stomach.

"Crack, click."

Lin Jie gnawed the little apple clean in two or three mouthfuls.

It doesn't feel much different from normal apples, crunchy and sweet, with plenty of sugar and moisture, and there is no core.

It seems that the sense of taste in the dream is still a reference to reality.

Expecting some out-of-the-ordinary taste experience is wishful thinking.

At this time, Lin Jie suddenly felt that his consciousness was a little fuzzy, thinking that he might wake up.

"So fast..."

The time felt in the dream is definitely different from the reality.

Many times in the dream, I feel that many things have happened, a series of transitions, and even a novel of tens of thousands of words can be written.

But in fact, you may wake up and find that you have only slept for five minutes.

And sometimes, it feels like a while in the dream, but the night has already passed.

Although Lin Jie felt extremely regretful in his heart, he couldn't control when he went to sleep and when he woke up.

"I should be going."

Lin Jie said to Bai Yin, then stood up and held out his hand.

The latter held his hand, smiled and took advantage of his strength to hug him gently, a soft and magnetic voice rang in his ears.

"I hope that when the next night comes, we can still meet in our dreams."

...

Yuai, a panic-level dark wizard.

"The Faceless Man with Black Scales" Oscar Wilde's disciple.

The entire dark wizard world knows that Wilde, a destructive black wizard, once had two disciples.

And the reason why it was Zeng was only because of the two disciples, one had already died, and the other had chosen to betray.

The dead one was called Charles.

And the living one is called Yuai.

Today's "Fire Envoy" Yuai is the partner of White Wolf leader Herris, and also a core member of the black wizard organization "Red Cult".

"This time, choosing Herris may be a wrong move, but choosing someone else is even more wrong."

Youai held an umbrella, wore an old suit, lit a cigarette, but didn't smoke.

He looks very young, even at most twenty at a glance, with short flaxen hair and a thin face, with freckles all over the bridge of the nose, and black tattoos on the side of the face.

There was still a bandage on his arm, and the whole arm, including the palm, was tightly bound.

This is the consequence of being attacked by Ji Zhixu together with Herris.

As a hunter, Herris has the power of filthy blood to regenerate at a high speed, and can even tear off one of his arms without changing his face.

But as a dark wizard, Yuai's physique is basically no different from that of normal people.

There is no way to take the damage hard, and there is no way to heal itself.

What's more, this kind of injury can't be healed quickly enough by relying on spells. The best healing effect is the Church of the Dome.

But in the past three years, the Dome Church in the Nuojin area has announced that it will not provide treatment for black wizards.

The reason is not a matter of position.

The Dome Church is responsible for healing, not for teaching you to be a human being.

But the dark wizards, especially the large number of low-level dark wizards at the bottom... generally have no money.

"Ji Zhixu, including old...Wilde, seems to have something to do with the owner of the bookstore on 23rd Street, as if their fate has been rewritten here."

Yuai muttered to himself.

He knew exactly how many injuries Wilde had suffered back then.

And with his teacher's arrogance, even if he survived in the end, there is a high probability that he will not appear again.

But who knows, Wilde still appeared, and seemed to become stronger.

"Hopefully it's just an intelligence error."

Youai turned his head and looked at the middle-aged black wizard John next to him: "Do you remember your mission?"

"remember."

The black wizard lowered his head and said in a low voice: "To investigate the situation of the bookstore and the owner of the bookstore, all you need is the level and appearance of the other party, and the general layout and location of the bookstore."

Youai said: "Go, you will bring me good news, won't you?"

John's figure disappeared instantly, turning into a shadow that merged into the darkness.

Shadow Art!

This is the technique that John is best at, and it is also the best way to inquire about intelligence.

He shuttled through the interlaced shadows of buildings at an extremely fast speed, and night was his best camouflage.

23rd Street.

No. 412.

bookstore.

The coordinates will arrive soon.

John slowed down, looked around the bookstore carefully, and gradually became cautious.

But at the same time, I have some doubts.

Here... there is clearly no ether fluctuation, if only from the perspective of perception, it is just a simple bookstore.

But the task that the superiors attach great importance to is definitely not easy.

He entered the door of the bookstore, wandered around the first floor of the bookstore, and found nothing unusual, only bookshelves and books arranged very neatly and tightly.

So he sneaked up to the second floor.

The layout upstairs is even more clear, it's just an ordinary bookstore.

He searched all the places that should be searched, and in the end only the bookstore's bedroom was left.

It was the only place where there were signs of life. Although the breath was still ordinary, it didn't seem to be a transcendent person.

In other words, the owner of the bookstore is sleeping soundly in it.

As John approached the bedroom door, he thought that maybe he could kill this guy by the way, and then went back to report, "Actually, the person you are worried about is just an ordinary person, and I have already killed him."

He laughed dumbfoundedly, then changed back to his original form, and stretched out his hand to open the bedroom door.

The gap in the door gradually widened.

John's eyes froze for a moment.

Inside the door, countless bloodshots covered the entire room. Wriggling blood vessels and massive sarcoma radiated from the central bed to the surroundings. On the bloody wall at the head of the bed, clusters of white irises grew on the bed. , emitting a faint light.

It illuminates the face of a smiling young man who seems to be dreaming on the bed.

Before John could react, those bloodshots were startled, and instantly rushed towards him from the ground in dense numbers.