Chapter 8: Another World 007

A faint silver light fell from the tower in the distance, bathing in the grass in the valley, adding a bit of ambiguity to the already beautiful atmosphere. An Ruoran endured the strange emotions in his heart and secretly glanced at Christine, but happened to meet her gaze with unknown meaning. Both sides seemed to be electrocuted, and they turned their heads and turned away. In the strange silence, there seemed to be only two hearts pounding uncontrollably...

"Go back, we still have a lot of serious things to do!" After a long time, Christine snorted lightly and slowly stood up. An Ruoran didn't dare to tease him at this time, and quickly summoned Feijian back to his side. Perhaps to forget the previous embarrassment, he barely smiled and stroked Feijian and said, "By the way, how about you name it Yutianjian?"

"Yutian Sword?" Christine frowned slightly, said silently in her heart, and said softly: "I don't understand what this means... However, it sounds quite easy. Anyway, it's your thing, so the right to naming is of course yours."

"Oh, that's it!" An Ruoran smiled, stepped onto the Yutian Sword again, and stretched out his left hand politely and said, "Then, please allow me to take you back... Well, are you planning to walk back from here? I don't mind seeing you being caught by those goblins, really!"

Before she knew it, after experiencing the life and death scene just now, the two of them had already begun to call each other by "you". However, when they heard that they were about to step onto the terrifying flying sword again, Christine could not help but change her color slightly and subconsciously took a few steps back. However, before she could think of a way to go back, she felt her body tremble, and her whole body was held by An Ruoran, and then she quickly took the air.

Even though Christine has always been cold and calm, she still cannot get rid of this natural fear of acrophobia. This may be human nature. Seeing the cold wind howling and the scenery suddenly shrinks, she couldn't help but feel white in her cheeks, and she exclaimed and hugged An Ruoran's head and neck. Even though she was embarrassed, the beauty was still pressed against the other person, her eyes closed and she couldn't help but tremble...

"That, you don't need to be so tight. If I can't breathe, suddenly..." Seeing Christine's rare and weak appearance, An Ruoran couldn't help but touch her ear and teased a few more words. Christine snorted coldly, feeling ashamed and angry, but she still didn't dare to let go, so she could only hold on to the life-saving straw beside her and dared not relax at all.

The breeze came gently, An Ruoran walked with the beauty holding the sword, freely traveling in the silver fog. Feeling the flight gradually stabilized, Christine finally couldn't help but open her eyes slightly, observing that she had also produced many powerful swords of Heaven. In the faint silver light, looking at the slightly mysterious face beside her, the beauty suddenly felt slightly moved, and she felt confused that she didn't understand...

"Okay, maybe he is a good friend!" After finding a far-fetched excuse for himself, Christine closed her eyes again and felt the gentle touch of the breeze blowing through the ends of her hair. Although it was a little cold, listening to the thumping heartbeat from the other person's chest, a faint warmth spread from her heart...

In her somewhat chaotic aftertaste, the flying sword had quietly passed through the window and slowly stopped in the middle of the room. Vivian and Gao Sen were leaning against the table to play chess. When they saw them coming back, they just smiled and waved their hands, and then focused on the game that had just begun. However, Naya was smoking a cigar bit by bit. It stared at the blush on Christine's cheeks with strange eyes, and couldn't help but ask: "Well, why does it seem that something is wrong, you two guys..."

"Mr. An, Your Majesty invites you tonight's banquet!" Before he finished speaking, the voice of the goblin Gore suddenly rang out of the room. Christine was stunned for a moment and hurriedly opened the door. She had never thought Gore was so cute. Seeing her grateful gaze, the poor goblin couldn't help but be shocked and took a few steps back, and then murmured: "Well, let's go now, Your Majesty has new guests waiting."

"New guest? Could it be our magic caster?" An Ruoran and Christine looked at each other and quickly pulled Gore into the room. Gore looked at Gaosen with some fear, and then replied tremblingly: "No, one of them is the Northern Alliance messenger who often trades with us. There is another one I don't know, and it seems that they have been here once before."

"Is that so, the answer is about to be revealed." An Ruoran glanced at Christine, but bent down to put Gore's shoulder and said lightly, "I said Gore, have you ever been to the top of the tower? I heard that the magic mechanism there seems to be very complicated... Don't worry, I'm just curious."

"If you are just curious, then Mrs. Wei Ji will fall in love with me!" Gore had a bitter face and cursed in his heart for a few words, but still had to answer honestly: "I, I have only been there once! Anyway, without His Majesty's spell, no one dared to touch those things, especially the floor."

"So that is to say, it doesn't matter if you don't touch it?" An Ruoran smiled, and suddenly felt that he had invented the flying sword, which was a wonderful way to not touch anything. Thinking about the plan for a while, he also pushed Gore out of the room and forced it to lead everyone to the hall on the second floor. After a while, as the two goblin attendants chanted loudly, the door of the banquet hall slowly opened, showing the lively scene in front of everyone.

At this moment, about dozens of goblins had gathered in the hall, and there were also several guests from humans and even other races. An Ruoran glanced casually, but his shoulders were shaking and his eyes were gathered in the corner in the southeast. In that place, Maldini was standing on a chair holding red wine, while the two guests beside him were all familiar to An Ruoran...

"Nicholas Giggs?" Looking at these two familiar faces, An Ruoran suddenly felt that the answer was revealed at this moment. Christine frowned slightly and murmured beside him: "So, it turns out that it is really my mother who is working with this dungeon. Why have I never heard her talk about it?"

"Maybe it's because of danger, or it's because of dirtyness." An Ruoran gently grabbed her arm and whispered: "Although I know you're calm, I want to remind you again that now is not the right time to disclose your identity. We need to observe for a while, do you understand? The worst possibility is that Nicholas was not sent by your mother, but cooperated with this dungeon by himself..."

Christine's head slightly turned back and returned to her calm expression. Almost at the same time, Maldini had already seen them. It waved her arms to express her greetings, but did not intend to invite them to talk. Instead, Nicholas and Giggs turned their heads together, stopped for a moment, and quickly moved away.

Seeing this, An Ruoran breathed a sigh of relief. He was unwilling to deal with the two guys who were familiar with him. Several goblin attendants walked around the side with a catering plate. An Ruoran took the opportunity to pick up a glass of red wine, walked to the corner with Vivian and the others, and took the opportunity of chatting to look at the entire conference hall.

"Well, I always feel that something is missing?" An Ruoran quickly frowned slightly, always feeling something was wrong. Gao Sen kept holding Vivian standing beside him, but at this moment he reminded him in a muffled voice: "You are right, there is one person missing here. Do you know who it is?"

An Ruoran opened his mouth in shock and suddenly understood something. But before he could report that name, he heard two goblin attendants blew the long horns and shouted loudly: "Everyone, please stay quiet! Next, please welcome the kind, wise, heroic, majestic, generous, powerful... omnipotent His Highness Maldini with the warmest applause!"

"Oh, here again! This guy has such a series of titles every time. Don't you feel annoyed?" An Ruoran shook his head helplessly, and finally made up the opportunity to leave now. Christine stood by his side silently, but at this moment, she suddenly grabbed his arm and whispered: "Be careful, don't force it too much."

"An, I have always regarded life as more important than anything else." An Ruoran made a reassuring gesture to her, and then slowly walked towards a goblin attendant. However, after a few steps, he turned slightly and blinked, "But dear Miss Christine, you seem to have suddenly become caring for me?"

With a cold snorting as an answer, Christine looked sideways out the window, no longer interested in answering questions. An Ruoran touched his chin in a narrow way, then grabbed the goblin attendant passing by, and said lightly: "Sorry, I want to ask where the bathroom is?"

The goblin attendant was stunned for a moment, then bowed and walked towards the room next to the hall. Although Maldini did not notice the situation here, the two goblin guards who had already received the instructions immediately followed, half-protecting and half-surveillance holding An Ruoran in the middle until he arrived at the bathroom.

"So, are you waiting for me here or follow me?" He stopped slowly, An Ruoran shrugged at the goblins, and then walked slowly into the bathroom. Several goblins looked at each other and finally stood at the door of the bathroom honestly. No one liked to see the same-sex people, at least most people were like this.

A few minutes later, An Ruoran breathed a long sigh and walked out of the bathroom. The three goblins clamped him in the middle again and walked towards the hall. However, when the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared in the corridor, the figure covered by the Xuanlin armored clothes slowly emerged from the bathroom. He glanced at the clone that was turning around the corner and smiled slightly: "Very good, half an hour may be enough..."

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