Luo led Xiao Lan to run under the red moon.

The red moon is still hanging high in the night sky, and the pale red light it sheds coats everything on the ground with a thin layer of red, whether it is the dark sky, the silent academy, or the original lush woods.

At the same time, it also made the two people under the moon seem to be wearing red veils.

Luo's speed was very fast, and the figures of the two merged into one under the moonlight, almost turning into an indistinct afterimage.

Xiao Lan enjoyed the rare fully automatic escape treatment, and he stretched his arms around Luo's neck to stabilize his body.

Because of this action, the distance between the two of them was shortened again, and Xiao Lan could feel the other's breath and heartbeat despite running at such a high speed.

On the other side, feeling the warm breath near his neck, Luo's mouth slightly twitched.

He lightly rubbed the top of Xiao Lan's head with his chin. The fluffy hair made him feel a little better, and he tightened his arms again without a trace.

At the same time, Xiao Lan also focused on observing the situation behind.

The dangerous red figure behind her is still adorned in the distance, but the distance between the two sides has become wider and wider. According to the current situation, with the help of the terrain, she should be able to get rid of her soon.

It seems that it is also judged that the prey is about to escape, and Mrs. Hongyue raised her hand.

Obviously this is the stance to attack.

"I'm coming." Xiao Lan whispered in Luo's ear.

"Then please." Luo's tone was very relaxed, and he didn't mean to worry about the situation at the moment.

The next moment, Mrs. Hongyue decisively threw out the sharp fan in her hand, accompanied by a flickering cold light, the whistling sound of breaking through the air hit Luo's back.

The speed of the fan was extremely fast, and a cold afterimage was drawn in the air.

At this time, Xiao Lan had already switched the [Dalit Bone] to the stick form, and stared at the direction the fan was flying from.

He concentrated all his attention, the fan's erratic figure seemed to slow down in his eyes, and it became traceable.

When the fan entered his attack range, Xiao Lan raised his hand and struck it accurately.

"Ding——" The sharp fan collided with the pale bones, and suddenly deviates from the original direction and falls to the side.

At the same moment, Xiao Lan's stingy and often pretending to be dead skills came alive again:

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

[Name: Zhang Dong's autographed photo (rare item, bound)]

[Ability: None]

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

Xiao Lan: "..."

Why is it you again! !

Zhang Dong, the first boss Xiao Lan met in the novice field, was a stingy person who loved fantasy and had a bit of a showman personality. He always felt that his signature would be sought after by players.

The last time it was autographed, this time it was even more exaggerated, it was an autographed photo, this guy has no end! How many of his peripheral products did he prepare?

Xiao Lan felt speechless about the trash effect of her skills.

African chiefs do not deserve to have dreams.

With Xiao Lan's obstruction, Luo led him around the corner of the building, and the two figures merged into the darkness and gradually disappeared.

Madam Hongyue waved her hand, and the fan returned to her hand as if it was being manipulated.

But the previous prey has disappeared.

Under the red moon, the graceful lady stood quietly for a while.

After a while, she closed the folding fan, lifted the skirt elegantly, turned and walked towards the north tower.

——

Luo took Xiao Lan back to the student dormitory area.

There was silence all around.

Not only was there no figure in sight, but there was not even a trace of movement. It seems that because of the night of the red moon, even the most restless students will not choose to sneak out to play at this time.

The two returned to Xiao Lan's bedroom like this.

Luo then put Xiao Lan down: "Are you not injured?"

Xiao Lan checked her own condition, except for the muscle pain and numbness in her wrist caused by the fight with Mrs. Hongyue, there was nothing unusual.

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

"Fortunately, it should be fine after a sleep." Xiao Lan felt a little regretful after saying that, "It's a pity that I didn't get to enter the northern tower to have a look."

Luo stretched out his hand and took down the blade of grass on his head from the previous fight: "Today you have consumed a lot, and it is not suitable for you to fight with people again. Why don't I go with you tomorrow night?"

Xiao Lan thought about it, it is true that he doesn't have much physical strength left now. If he encounters any danger, it will be difficult to deal with it. Even if Luo will definitely help, he can't hold back with peace of mind. It is the best to keep both of them fighting. good situation.

The game has only started the second day, so there should be plenty of time.

"Okay, I'll take a shower first, and then I'll rest, how about you? What are your plans tonight?" Xiao Lan said.

"I will continue to look for my fragments here, but—" Luo smiled and looked at him: "I will wait until you fall asleep before leaving."

Xiao Lan cast a suspicious look.

Luo, without any guilt, found an upright and omnipotent reason: "In order to prevent accidents."

After a while.

After Xiao Lan took a shower, he changed into the uniform pajamas of the academy. When he came out while wiping his head, Luo sat on the chair beside his bed and read a book lazily, and even put on his gold rim in a leisurely manner. glasses.

The warm yellow halo of the kerosene lamp outlines his outline softly and swayingly.

The movements of Xiao Lan's hands suddenly stopped.

He looked at Luo in a daze, this scene was very familiar, as if he had watched Luo quietly at night like this, but he searched his memory but there was no such fragment.

Is it in that fifteen-year-old dream again?

"Sir?" A deep voice sounded above Xiao Lan's head.

Xiao Lan regained his senses, only to realize that Luo had been standing in front of him for some time, and the height difference between the two was so great that he could only look up to see Luo's eyes.

Then, Luo reached out and took the towel from Xiao Lan's hand that was wiping her hair.

Luo: "Leave it to me, sir."

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

Xiao Lan followed Luo's guidance and sat on the bed, while Luo sat beside him and wiped his hair gently.

Things in the world are familiar once and for all. When Luo wiped her hair for the first time, Xiao Lan was still not used to it, but this time she was no longer against it.

The lower limit of human beings is to be constantly broken.

The skin will continue to thicken during this process.

The two chatted one after another, and no one cared whether the topic was nutritious or not.

With just the right amount of gentle power on the top of his head, Xiao Lan felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Finally, his head tilted, and the whole person fell towards Luo, breathing evenly.

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

Xiao Lan leaned against him and slept unprepared. The boy's body was thin and flexible, and it still carried the fragrance of the fresh bath.

Although Luo couldn't see Xiao Lan's expression in such a posture, it did not affect the sleeping face he had been watching for countless nights in his mind.

Luo gently stroked Xiao Lan's back, then gently put him back into the bed, and covered the quilt.

Finally, he leaned over slightly, approached the sleeping Xiao Lan, and gently kissed the top of his curly hair.

"Good night, sir, maybe we can meet again in your dreams."

After speaking, Luo turned off the lights in the room and walked out of the room in darkness.

This time, he is full of great expectations for finding his lost fragments.

——

In a pitch-dark dream, Xiao Lan felt that his eyes became clear again.

Everything around is a little familiar. It was the room that accidentally entered when was chased in a dream. The door of the room has been restored to its original state, and there is no trace of fighting.

In the dream, he was sitting at the table, the candle on the table was emitting warm light, and the air was full of the aroma of black tea.

Not far away, a man in black who looked exactly like Luo was walking over with a retro-style medicine box.

He sat opposite Xiao Lan, and looked at the young man in front of him with light golden eyes: "It looks very embarrassing, little guy, is this your first time here?"

The teenager didn't understand: "First time... come in?"

The man didn't answer directly, he stretched out his hand towards the boy: "It's not okay to bandage your wrist like this, it will make the wound worse. Would you mind showing me?"

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

Looking at the other party's graceful posture, he opened the messy wounds in his bag, revealing a blister left by a severe burn inside.

"The wound was handled badly. Not only was there no medicine, but it was even infected," the man commented.

The boy lowered his head. His dressing skills were at this level. He didn't even find the family medicine box. He just found a piece of cloth and wrapped it, and he didn't even know whether it was gauze or not.

No wonder the wound kept hurting.

Although he disliked the boy's bandaging technique, the man in black handled the wound neatly for him, debridement and disinfection, removed necrotic parts and blood scabs, and applied medicine... Every step was standard and did not make the boy feel How painful.

"Okay." The man in black handled the final gauze and let go of the boy's wrist.

Then he checked other parts of the boy, and there were some strangulation marks on his neck, but because the boy had been struggling, it was not as serious as he imagined.

At the same time, because the boy's dodging was very timely, he didn't leave many injuries on his body.

The man in black also helped the boy put a little ointment on his neck: "At this level, there will be no traces left soon."

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

The man in black held his chin with one hand and thought for a while: "Well... I should be called Lawrence, right?"

juvenile:"……"

What is "bar", don't you remember your own name?

The man in black smiled and didn't seem to care: "Just call me Lawrence, anyway, the name is just a code name, I'm the teacher here."

The teenager asked: "Mr. Lawrence, 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 boy by the way: "Please use it."

Then he continued: "This is Cliff College, which belongs to the Advent World. As for why you are here, according to a certain guy, it is because 'you are the lucky one who was selected'."

The boy was holding the black tea, and his eyes were full of doubts: "Lucky?"

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

The man in black said: "I was chosen to enter the descending world, and then I can have the opportunity to gain power."

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

The man in black was a little puzzled: "Why don't you think about it, isn't the pursuit of power a biological instinct?"

The boy was also puzzled by the man's words: "However, everyone has different pursuits, some people want to be businessmen, some people want to be writers, some people want to be stars, and some people's dream is to make super delicious cakes. Woolen cloth?"

The handsome face of the black-clothed man rarely showed confusion, and he tilted his head: "Why is there such a strange... dream?"

Everyone he saw here, all worked hard for strength, and even did not hesitate to start with their own kind.

But this young man said that some people don't want to.

The teenager sat up straight: "What's so strange! For example, my mother, her dream is to have a happy home, and she hopes that her family will be safe and well, maybe she is not interested in giving her the power to be number one in the world. "

"My mom can make the best cookies in the world. They're buttery, and they're covered in hazelnuts and chocolate. Every bite is crunchy."

Maybe it was because of the young man's temperament. He had just experienced a terrifying pursuit. Now, after a little rest, the young man's state has recovered a lot. Even when he mentioned the cookies that his mother was good at, his face showed a longing look.

"Are there many people like your mother?" There was a thoughtful look in the eyes of the man in black, reflecting the candlelight and shining golden light under the lens.

The teenager nodded: "It's quite a lot. People nowadays have all kinds of dreams."

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

The room fell into silence for a while.

The man in black pondered silently, and the boy next to him looked at him without saying a word.

The teenager looked at him for a long time, but couldn't help but say, "You seem... different from the people here, whether it's other teachers or students, it's different."

The boy was keenly aware of the difference in the person in front of him.

Although this academy is very strange, teachers and students are very strange, but the only person who helped him has a sense of disobedience that he can't tell.

The man looked at the boy, and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth: "Oh, did I show any flaws?"

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

"Hahaha-" The man in black couldn't help laughing.

Interesting, although he didn't hide it deliberately, this young man who entered the game for the first time, obviously had no experience at all, and was able to see through him.

After laughing, he looked at the a little nervous boy and said, "My identity is probably similar to that of a gardener, but I often don't care about things, and usually leave things to another guy."

The teenager didn't hold back his curiosity: "Another guy?"

The man stretched out his finger in front of his lips and made a silent gesture: "Shh, he is stingy and doesn't like others talking about him."

Hearing this, the young man widened his eyes and carefully covered his mouth.

It was really cute like that, the man in black couldn't hold back, and reached out and touched the boy's head.

"Eh, eh, what are you doing?! How can a man's head be touched casually!" The young man hurriedly avoided, but the opponent succeeded.

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

The boy who was touched was angrily: "..."

I always feel that this guy just finds it funny, and the apology is not sincere at all.

But it was also because of this episode that the atmosphere between the two became more harmonious.

After a while, the boy's anger subsided.

He couldn't help asking: "What's your real name? Lawrence is definitely not your name."

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

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

The man in black: "Because I don't need it, and no one will call my name."

The young man said in a heart-wrenching voice, "Then you must have no friends."

The man in black: "..."

He couldn't refute it, because he really had no friends, and there was no concept of "friends" in his world.

The teenager lay on the table and looked at him with clear eyes: "Are we friends? You see you have invited me to drink tea, and we have chatted for so long."

Facing these eyes, the man in black gave a nod to his head: "Forget it."

The teenager showed a smile of successful plan: "Then let me name you!"

The man didn't mind, just a name that wouldn't be mentioned: "Okay."

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

The man in black: "One is enough."

The teenager began to patrol the desktop. There are many books on the desktop, and there are all kinds of content in various languages. It makes people wonder if anyone can really understand so much content?

Soon his eyes were locked on a Chinese book, which contained archaeological records about a certain ancient tomb.

The reason for choosing this book is simple, because it is the only thing he understands

The teenager reached out and took the book, flipped a page casually, then pointed to one of the words and said, "Luo, how is this word?"

The man in black leaned over and looked at it, and saw that the book read: Luoyang shovel, a symbol of archaeological drilling tools, was originally used for robbing tombs, and was later used in archaeological drilling.

The man in black: "..."

Although he hadn't seen all the humans, it was clear that the word had little to do with the name of the person. If he said before that he wanted a three-character name, would this tool-like name be buckled on his head?

The boy said: "Remove the last two words, just look at Luo is still very handsome."

The man in black looked at him: "Young man, is it a little casual for you to treat me like this?"

The teenager thought for a while: "Well, let me turn a page. How about the first word you said?"

The man in black reluctantly agreed: "Okay, the fifteenth word."

The teenager closed his eyes and turned a page, then found the words the other party said, and he laughed: "Look, it's still Luo, Luo He. This is your choice, you can't default."

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

This is probably fate.