If it weren't for the fact that she had really seen the familiar little girl Nian Nian and was pulled here by her, Jiang Jinse would have thought that she had accidentally entered an old haunted house in Gothic literature.

The dilapidated wooden shed is uneven, like weeds, and tall black spire buildings stand out suddenly. Yellow-green measles-like mold spots climb from the corner of the wall to the seal of the window, and hideous and twisted parasitic plants emerge from the gaps in the dark doors and windows. When a breeze blows, a burst of giggles will make sounds.

Entering this mansion, the candlelight swayed, the exquisite or sloppy pictures on the walls on both sides of the corridor were clear and difficult to distinguish. After stepping into the unusually wide hall, Jiang Jinse still saw suspicious dark red stains on the floor and walls.

"Master, I firmly oppose being neighbors with these people." Tang Qingli whispered in her ear.

"A Jin, I think the garden villa provided to us by the Duke in the auction is actually quite good."

Mubozu carefully avoided the red ball on the floor, always feeling that those pieces were actually human bones.

"Don't get me wrong. We were here for emergency training last night, so it's so messy," Niannian squatted down, picked up a piece of bone fragment, and gestured, "It seems to be mine?"

Nian Nian smiled friendly to Mubozun, who politely avoided Jiang Jinse without any trace.

In the gloomy ancient house, a beautiful girl with half of her face was squatting in the middle of a fresh blood stain, pinching her own bone fragments and smiling at you gently, and then telling you not to be afraid...

Jiang Jinse pulled up every Nian, but he was helpless and cared: "You should let yours as soon as possible, and your two companions should eliminate the scars for you."

Every year, he gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and snorted coldly: "These two are mixed up! If you have the ability, they will never come back!"

After leaving the arena of "God of War War", Niannian immediately went to find the twins, and with Jekyll's repeated guarantees, he handed his face to him for healing.

The blood stopped, the vision in the left eye recovered, the slightly loose teeth were fixed again, and the forehead no longer hurt. Under Qi Youfeng's surprised gaze when he came, he swallowed the remaining blood foam in his mouth every year, and with an ominous premonition, he turned out a brand new small mirror.

A few seconds later, he put the fragments of the mirror on the bowstring every year and shot out angrily towards the twins' backs that were fleeing in panic.

Can't I sew the cut-out skin on both sides on it? The gap on my chin bone is still exposed!! Why does this look even scarier than before?!

Nian Nian raised her hand and covered half of her face tightly. Just as she was about to turn around, Qi Youfeng pressed her shoulder and pulled her hand down. After careful consideration, she gave two solutions.

He could make a beautiful mask for every Nian to block the scar, or she simply took this scar and participated in the subsequent arena.

——But no matter which solution it is, the twins are worthy of a beating.

Hearing the last sentence, Nian Nian was very satisfied, and immediately became nervous again, shrank his neck and lowered his head: "That's right, I won't bother you anymore. I'll buy a mask to cover it. This is too scary."

"What are you talking nonsense?" Qi Youfeng raised Nian's chin and pinched her intact partner's face. "Anyway, I can't scare me. After last night's baptism, my nerves have improved by leaps and bounds."

Moreover, when he just left the audience, he heard many people regretting her face for Niannian, and jokingly calling her a veritable back killer. On the contrary, on the contrary, on the front, it was also a devil.

Due to a strange selfish mentality, Qi Youfeng secretly felt that the scar was just right.

"Don't you really feel scary?"

Nian still covered her face, but Qi Youfeng did not continue to stop it. He just pulled her hand as before and lowered his voice to make fun of:

"I can prove it to you with my own actions. I really don't mind. If you mind, I can prove it a few more times."

"……roll!"

After a pause, his hands covering his face covered his eyes, and his eyes floated between his fingers every year.

"But, after all, empty talk is unfounded..."

......

Looking at Niannian who was blushing inexplicably, Jiang Jinse shook her head with a funny look, and Tang Qingli quietly gave Qi Youfeng next to her with admiration.

Not only did he have a pair of wise eyes that could recognize Ganoderma lucidum from bean sprouts, but he could also quickly achieve success in a decisive and decisive way. He wanted to find Qi Youfeng to learn scriptures and talk about some little secrets between male compatriots.

That guy, Mumoto, was getting more and more annoying.

Since landing, the president has only followed his master, and turned a blind eye to the invitations of the Holy Church and various kings and nobles, and did not care about the development prospects of his Tiangongfang on the Gaia continent.

Suddenly, the hall was brightly lit, and everyone squinted their eyes at the same time, and it took a moment to see a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a huge oil-colored mural that unfolded around the chandelier.

The sharp contrasting colors, overlapping and stacking geometric color blocks, violently deformed and distorted character shapes not only present a three-dimensional sense of distinct layers, but also a strange balance of strong realistic and absurd abstraction.

The strongly realistic one is the black hell, and the absurd and abstract one is the golden heaven.

Regardless of whether this painting was generated systematically or not, this magnificent mural made Jiang Jinse amazed.

"So this broken thing can be used?" Niannian was stunned and stared at the chandelier on the ceiling, looking more shocked than Jiang Jinse and the other two.

"Of course it can be used. Except for Nick, the caveman, it is very normal for the rest of us." York climbed down from Mrs. Morgan's back - the light he turned on just now, and the height of the switch was very unfriendly to him.

"Is that?" Niannian asked suspiciously, looking at a large armchair by the fireplace.

Jiang Jinse looked at Niannian and judged from the raised lines under the blanket that there should be someone there.

"That is Nicholas, the leader of our mercenary group, is a wind-type holy wizard." Dion took a few steps and introduced.

Jiang Jinse nodded.

"I admire you for a long time, see you today..."

Tang Qingli spoke, wanting to make some polite words, but Dion had already turned around and walked away, so he had to touch his nose awkwardly and muttered the rest of the words himself.

Jiang Jinse was asking about the origin of the mural on the ceiling every year. Seeing this, she smiled with her lips. The sword on her waist suddenly buzzed. She overturned her hand, stopped talking, and looked around.

The bald woman in a blue robe was walking in the hall, the mist was rising, and the stains on the floor and walls were cleaned up.

The handsome elf stood in the middle of the hall, and the dripping water fell on his hair, washing his white skin even more dazzling.

As his fingers danced, the tall Christmas tree in the corner was green, and small colorful vines poked out from the top of the tree, and instantly hung the four walls in the hall. A few spiral-like slender leaves were hanging above the fireplace, with different lengths and layers of colors, outlining a picture of the summer forest.

Craft took out a large roll of blankets from his super-large storage crystals, more than a dozen fluffy cushions, a box of glasses, a stack of white porcelain plates, a few rocking chairs, a dozen shorter tables and a large pile of bottles and jars.

John put these miscellaneous things in hand, and Jiang Jinse probably had a plan in his mind and asked Tang Qingli to come and help.

York led Mrs. Morgan into the door - I don't know when he went out, behind him were big and small twins and Alexander, who greeted her with enthusiasm every year, and the twins immediately smiled and stuffed her a mask.

"What the hell are you doing?" Niannian checked the mask over and over again.

An ordinary metal mask, like a black iron mask, can only cover the lower half of the face.

"Wear it, give you a new image, the phantom                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

"No, it's too ugly."

Every year, he threw the mask back to the twins, snatched a large kraft paper bag from them, looked down, and immediately smiled and hugged the bag of delicious fruits to look for Qi Youfeng.

"Look, I knew she was the best to coax her." Hyde said to Alexander proudly.

"Then you pay back the money you owe me first, and I pay the money for those fruits." Alexander pushed his glasses and spoke righteously.

Jekyll nodded: "Okay, I will inform Hyde and ask him to come out and pay the money."

“…”

Alexander pursed his lips, took out the small notebook, and added a string of numbers to Hyde's name.

Well, Hyde and Jekyll are not the same person, not the same person.

......

After a while, the party venue was set up.

Apart from the lack of music, it seems to be a joyful person.

No one explained when it started, nor did anyone explain why it was held. Those who could talk together would sit together, those who couldn’t talk together would find a place to stay by themselves, and those who wanted to eat, sleep or read books would be as they pleased.

Alexander looked at the three of Mumoto, contributed a large stack of Chinese books, and found a handwritten notes from the Dwarf Tool Maker.

Mumoto's eyes were immediately attracted by the notes painted with various mechanical concepts. They learned from Tang Qingli's experience and lessons. They did not politely treat Alexander. They carried the wooden barrel full of ale with one hand, held the notes with the other, and found the corner to study by themselves with the wine glass in their hands.

Craft fiddled with the Mohist birds that Mubozun took out and took them into parts all over the floor with interest.

The twins were drowsy at the fireplace, and John sat back to the old place under the Christmas tree, opened the Bible in his hand, and chanted quietly.

"It sounds like, the situation on the other side of your sea route is also very dangerous."

Three normal people who have a little understanding of hospitality accompanied Nian Nian and helped her greet Jiang Jinse and Tang Qingli, and occasionally interrupted and talked about the experiences that came from east to west.

Every year around him, Qi Youfeng lowered his head and wrote and painted, and asked Sara or Alexander for advice from time to time, and drew up an exquisite blue half-moon mask.

He didn't ask too much every year, even though they all guessed that the twins' prank might have other intentions.

An intention that may require a change of appearance and identity every year.

This also made Qi Youfeng more attentive. He accidentally made a set of matching jewelry patterns for her and drew a revision of her clothes every year, which made Sarah feel very pleased.

The power of love is great, at least you don’t have to worry about your aesthetics being taken by Nick every year.

"Only the last group of sea monsters I encountered was a little troublesome, and other small things like pirate blocking the road and the indigenous islands were just a bit trivial."

Tang Qingli picked up the wine glass, moistened the cracked lips when he spoke, grabbed a fragrant roasted animal leg, and took a bite:

"We thought we had to fill in many lives before we could break through that sea area, but we didn't expect a strange sound suddenly came from the depths of the seabed, and all the sea monsters ran away."

"That's how... I always feel..." I carefully used the words every year.

"I always feel that the sea monster should actually sacrifice a lot of talents, right?" Jiang Jinse smiled.

"Well," Niannian nodded and turned to see Alexander. "Alex, can you help me with a brief timeline? It's the two world missions of sea and land."

"I finished it yesterday. This is your land timeline."

Alexander put away his pen, raised his head, and handed him a book that had not yet been bound to a schedule every year: "According to this Tang Qingli's account, I just roughly marked a few key time points."

"Thank you, thank you~" I opened one of the pages every year, "Sure enough, this is the corresponding one."

"Um?"
To be continued...