CH 124

Luo leads Xiao Lan on a dash under the red moon.

The red moon still hangs high in the night sky, its pale red light casting a thin layer of red over everything on the ground, whether it be the dark and dreary sky, the silence of the college or the otherwise lush woods.

At the same time, it makes it seem as if both men under the moon are draped in a red veil.

Luo's speed was so fast that the two figures merged into one in the moonlight, almost as an unreadable streak.

Enjoying a rare fully automatic escape, Xiao Lan reached around Luo's neck to steady himself.

Xiao Lan could feel the other man's breath and heartbeat, even at such a high speed, as they drew closer together.

On the other hand, the corner of Luo's mouth curves slightly as he feels the warmth of his breath near his neck.

He gently rubbed his jaw against the top of Xiao Lan's head, and the feel of his hair made him feel a little better as he unobtrusively tightened her into his arms again.

At the same time, Xiao Lan is distracted by the situation behind him.

The dangerous red figure behind her was still far adorned, but the distance between them was getting wider and wider, and as things were going on now, with the obstruction of the terrain, she should soon be able to lose her.

Also seeming to judge that her prey was about to escape, Mrs. Hong Yue lifted her hand.

This is clearly a stance to attack.

"I'll do it." Xiao Lan whispers in Luo's ear.

"Then I'm counting on you." Luo's tone was relaxed, not in the least bit worried about the situation at the moment.

In the next instant, Mrs. Hong Yue threw the sharp fan in her hand with a flash of cold and a whistling sound towards Luo's back.

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The speed of the fan was extremely fast, cutting a morose streak through the air.

By this time, Xiao Lan had already switched [Bone of Dalet] to stick form and was keeping a close eye on the direction the fan was flying from.

He concentrated all his attention, and the fan's originally fluttering figure seemed to slow down and become traceable to his eyes.

Once the fan was in his striking range, Xiao Lan raised his hand and struck a precise blow.

"Ding--" The sharp fan collided with the pale bone and immediately deflected from its original direction, falling to one side.

At the same moment, Xiao Lan's stingy and often deadly skills came to life again.

"Poverty can't limit my imagination, you got [an autographed photo of Zhang Dong]"

[Name: Autographed Photo of Zhang Dong (Rare Item, Bound)

[Ability: None]

[Note: Zhang Dong also knows that you all really want this]

Xiao Lan: "......"

How come it's you again!

Zhang Dong, the first boss Xiao Lan meets in the novice scene, is a stingy, fantasy-loving man with a bit of an acting personality who always thinks his signature will be sought after by players.

Last time it was an autograph, but this time it's an autographed photo. How many of his own peripherals does he have prepared?

Xiao Lan has nothing to say about the crap effect of his skills.

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A non-celebrity is not worthy of a dream.

With Xiao Lan in the way, Luo leads him around the corner of the building and the two figures fade into the darkness.

Mrs. Hong Yue waved her hand and the fan returned to her hand as if it had been manipulated.

But the previous prey has disappeared from sight.

Beneath the red moon, the delicately shaped lady stands silently for a moment.

Not long after, she gathered her folding fan, lifted the hem of her skirt in an elegant gesture and turned in the direction of the northern tower.

--

Luo takes Xiao Lan back to the student dormitory area.

There was silence all around.

Not only was there no one in sight, there was not even a hint of movement. It seemed that because of the red moon night, even the most restless students would not choose to sneak out to play at this time of day.

The two of them thus returned to Xiao Lan's dormitory.

Luo then put Xiao Lan down: "You're not hurt, are you?"

Xiao Lan checked his condition and there was nothing unusual except for the muscle soreness and numbness in his wrists caused by the fight with Mrs. Hong Yue.

According to his recovery ability, he would recover the next day.

"I'm fine, I should be fine after a good night's sleep." Xiao Lan said and then felt a little regretful, "It's a shame I didn't get to go into the northern tower to have a look."

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Luo reached out and took the blades of grass off his head from the fight: "You've had too much to do today to fight again, why don't I go with you tomorrow night?"

Xiao Lan thought about it and realised that he didn't have much energy left and it would be difficult to deal with any danger, even if Luo would definitely help, but he couldn't justify dragging his feet, it was best to keep both of them fighting.

The game is only on its second day and there should still be plenty of time.

"Well, I'm going to take a shower and then I'll rest, what about you? What are the plans for tonight." Xiao Lan said.

"I will continue to search for my shard here, but -" Luo smiled at him - "I will wait until you are asleep."

Xiao Lan cast a puzzled glance.

Luo, without the slightest hint of modesty, came up with a bright and all-purpose reason: "To prevent accidents."

After a while.

Xiao Lan had finished his shower and changed into his college uniform pyjamas, and when he came out, Luo was sitting lazily in the chair at the foot of his bed, reading a book and even putting on his gold-rimmed glasses with great care.

The warm yellow glow of the paraffin lamp outlined his silhouette in a gentle and loving way.

Xiao Lan's hands stop moving unconsciously.

He looked at Luo in awe, the scene was so familiar, as if he had seen Luo in the night in silence like this before, but searching his memory there was no such fragment.

Could it be in that fifteen-year-old dream again?

"Sir?" A low voice rang out above Xiao Lan's head.

Xiao Lan looked back and realised that Luo was already standing in front of him, and there was now a huge height difference between them, so he could only look up to see Luo's eyes.

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Luo then reached out and took the towel that Xiao Lan had been wiping her hair with so carelessly.

Luo: "Leave it to me, sir."

In Luo's eyes, Xiao Lan's hair polishing skills are no different from his stream-of-consciousness cooking skills.

Xiao Lan follows Luo's lead and sits on the bed, while Luo sits beside him and gently rubs his hair.

Xiao Lan was a little uncomfortable the first time she had her hair rubbed by Luo, but this time there was no resistance at all.

The lower limits of humanity are meant to be constantly broken.

In turn, your cheek will grow thicker in the process.

The two of them chatted in a casual manner, without anyone caring whether the conversation was nutritious or not.

Xiao Lan's eyelids felt heavier and heavier with the right amount of gentle force from the top of his head. Finally, his head lolls and he falls back towards Luo, breathing evenly.

Feeling the sudden increase in weight on his shoulders, Luo stopped wiping.

Xiao Lan leans against him, sleeping defencelessly, the teenager's body thin and supple, still smelling fresh from his bath.

Although Luo could not see Xiao Lan's expression in this position, it did not stop him from sketching in his mind the sleeping face that he had watched for countless nights.

Luo gently stroked Xiao Lan's back before gently placing him back under the covers and tucking him in.

Finally, he leaned in slightly and leaned close to the sleeping Xiao Lan, placing soft kisses on the top of his curly hair.

"Good night, sir, and perhaps we may meet again in your dreams."

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With that, Luo extinguished the lights in the room and walked out in the darkness.

This time, he was filled with great anticipation about finding his lost fragments.

--

In the darkness of the dream, Xiao Lan feels that her eyes are clear again.

Everything around him was somewhat familiar, the room he had accidentally entered when he had been chased in his dream earlier, the door of which had been restored to its original state and showed not the slightest sign of having fought.

In the dream he is sitting at the table, the candle on the tabletop is emitting a warm light and the air is filled with the fragrant scent of black tea.

Not far away, a man in black who looks exactly like Luo is approaching with a vintage medical kit.

He sat down opposite Xiao Lan, his light golden eyes surveying the teenager in front of him, "Looking pretty messed up, Xiao family man, is this your first time in?"

The teenager was a little confused, "First time ...... coming in?"

The man, however, did not answer straight away as he held out his hand towards the teenager, "It won't do to bandage your wrist like that, it will make the condition of the wound worse, mind if I take a look?"

The teenager handed his wrist to the man's hand.

Watching the other man gracefully unwrap his messy wound, revealing a blister inside left by a severe burn that had broken and was surrounded by a redness that didn't look good.

"The wound was badly treated and not only was it not medicated, it was even infected." The man commented.

The teenager bowed his head, his bandaging skills were at this level, he hadn't even found a home medical kit, he had just found a random strip of cloth and wrapped it around him, not even distinguishing if it was gauze or not.

No wonder the wound kept hurting.

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Although he disliked the teenager's bandaging skills, the man in black moved sharply to treat his wound, clearing and disinfecting it, removing necrotic parts and blood scabs, and applying medication ...... Every step was standard and didn't make the teenager feel much pain.

"There." The man in black disposed of the last of the gauze and released the teenager's wrist.

He then examined the rest of the teenager, leaving some strangulation marks above his neck, but not as bad as he thought they would be due to the fact that the teenager had been struggling.

At the same time, because the teenager's dodge was timely, it didn't leave many wounds on his body.

The man in black also helped the teenager put a bit of ointment on his neck, "To this extent, it won't leave any marks anytime soon."

The teenager turned to him and said, "Thank you, my name is Xiao Lan, what should I call you?"

The man in black thought with one hand on his jaw, "Well ...... I think I'm called Laurence?"

Teenager: "......"

What do you mean "bar"? Can't you even remember your own name?

The man in black smiled, not really caring, "Just call me Laurence, the name is just a code name anyway, I'm the teacher here."

The teenager asked, " Mr. Laurence, can you tell me where this place is? And why am I here?"

The man in black picked up the black tea and poured a cup for the teenager as well in the process, "Please use it."

Then he continued, "This is Corrieff College, part of the Advent World. As for why you're here, according to some guy it's because 'you're the chosen lucky one'."

The teenager held his black tea, his eyes all puzzled, "Lucky?"

He doesn't think this activity of being hunted can be called lucky.

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The man in black said, "Be chosen to enter the Advent world and then have access to the power."

Teenager: "So ...... what if someone doesn't want to? Can they leave?"

The man in black was a little puzzled, "Why would you not want to, isn't it a creature's instinct to pursue power?"

The teenager was also puzzled by the man's words, "But everyone has different pursuits, some people want to be businessmen, some want to be writers, some want to be stars, and maybe there are also people whose dream is to make super delicious cakes?"

A rare look of confusion appeared on the handsome features of the man in black, and he inclined his head, "Why this strange ...... dream?"

Every person he has seen here has fought for power, even against their own kind.

But this teenager said that there would be people who didn't want to.

The young man sat up straight: "Where's the weirdness in that! My mother, for example, whose dream is to have a happy home and to have her family all safe and well, might not be interested in giving her the power of the world."

"My mum makes the best biscuits in the world, with a rich, buttery aroma, covered in chopped hazelnuts and chocolate, and every bite is crispy and crunchy."

Perhaps it was the teenage mind that had just experienced a terrible chase, but now after a little rest, the teenager had recovered quite a bit and even a wistful look surfaced on his face at the mention of the biscuits that his mother was good at.

"Are there many people like your mother?" A thoughtful look came into the black man's eyes, reflecting the candlelight and glinting golden under the lenses.

The teenager nodded: "Quite a lot, I guess, people have all kinds of dreams these days."

"Is that so?" The man in black looked inexplicable, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

A moment of silence fell over the room.

The man in black was silent and thoughtful as the teenager next to him watched him without saying a word.

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The teenager looked at him for a long time, but still couldn't help saying, "You seem ...... different from the people here, both the other teachers and the students."

The teenager was keenly aware of the difference in the man in front of him.

As odd as this college was, with its strange teachers and students, there was something about the only person who reached out to him that he couldn't say was out of place.

The man looked at the teenager and suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth, "Oh, did I reveal something broken?"

The teenager thought for a moment, "You talk about them like an adult looking at a child, as if you know all the answers ......"

"Hahahahahaha-" The man in black couldn't help but laugh.

Interesting, although he didn't deliberately hide it either, this teenager, who was entering the game for the first time and clearly had no experience at all, was able to spot him.

After laughing, he looked at the slightly apprehensive teenager and said, "I'm something like a gardener, probably, but I often don't care about things and usually leave them to the other guy."

The teenager didn't hold back his curiosity, "The other guy?"

The man held out a finger in front of his lips in a gesture of silence, "Shh-, he's very petty and doesn't like people talking about him."

At those words, the teenager's eyes rounded and he carefully covered his mouth.

The man in black couldn't resist and reached out to touch the boy's head.

"Eh, eh, what are you doing? You can't just touch a man's head!" The teenager dodged, but was still able to get the better of the other man.

The man in black smiled and withdrew his hand, "Oh, sorry sorry sorry."

The puffed up teenager who got his fur stroked: "......"

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It always seemed like this guy just thought it was funny and the apology wasn't sincere at all.

But it was also because of this interlude that the atmosphere between the two was a little more cordial.

After a while, the teenager's anger subsided.

He couldn't resist asking, "What's your real name? Laurence is definitely not your name."

The man in black inclined his head, "Well ...... I don't have a name."

The teenager was surprised: "Why is there no name?"

Man in Black: "Because there is no need and no one will call me by my name."

The teenager's words rang true: "Then you must not have any friends."

Man in Black: "......"

He couldn't argue with that, because he really didn't have any friends, and there was no such concept as "friends" in his world.

The young man leaned over the table and looked at him with clear eyes, "Do we count as friends? Look you've invited me to tea and we've had such a long chat."

Facing those eyes, the man in black nodded hauntingly, "Count on it."

The teenager smiled a smile that succeeded in his plan, "Then I'll name you!"

The man didn't mind very much, a name that wouldn't be mentioned was all: "All right."

The teenager asked, "How many words do you want?"

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Man in black: "One is enough."

The teenager began to make his rounds on the table top, which was full of books in all sorts of languages and with all sorts of content, making one wonder if anyone could really read so much of it.

His eyes soon locked on a Chinese book containing an archaeological account of some ancient tomb.

The reason for choosing this book was simple, because it was the only one he could read

The young man reached for the book, flipped through the pages casually, and then pointed to one of the words and said, " Luo, how about this one?"

When the man in black went over and looked at it, he saw that the book read: Luo Yang Shovel, a symbol of an archaeological drilling tool, originally used for grave robbing and later applied to archaeological drilling.

Man in Black: "......"

While he hadn't met all of the humans, I guess, it was clear that the word didn't have much to do with a human name. If he had said before that he wanted a three word name, would the tooly name have to be held over his head?

The teenager said, "Take out the last two words and you'll still look good just looking at Luo."

The man in black looked at him, "Junior, isn't that a bit casual of you to treat me like that?"

The teenager thought for a moment, "Well, how about this, I turn the page and you say the first word?"

Reluctantly, the man in black agreed, "Okay, the fifteenth word."

The young man closed his eyes and turned the page, then found the word the other said and he smiled, "Look, it's still Luo, Luo River. It's your choice, you can't renege on it, oh."

The man in black named Luo: "......"

It was probably just meant to be.