The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 314

[Chapter 311 Miss Porphys]

Just seeing the ghost girl, Citalopram was deeply fascinated by her pure and light figure.

Her face, which was always indifferent and calm, was also stained with a slight crimson due to the sudden surge of strong possessiveness.

Citalopram even felt that his breathing was a little short, and his eyes became hot and bright

–it was like seeing a cat that he liked very much in a cat cafe, and his mind was full of “Ah” Wei is dead”, I feel like I don’t want to leave, especially want to take it home.

Seemingly aware of citalopram’s gaze, the ghost girl who was silently walking on the street turned her eyes curiously.

She seemed to notice something.

Just taking a step towards citalopram, he jumped over erratically.

She circled around citalopram curiously and sniffed in the air.

Like a balloon, she moved slightly faster and floated like a swimming fish.

But it didn’t give people the feeling of being clumsy – her skirt swung with her slender white calf, and it was wrapped around citalopram.

After three or four laps around citalopram, she landed lightly.

She was more than a head shorter than citalopram.

He was holding the hem of his skirt at the moment, raised his head to show a carefree smile at Citalopram, and bowed politely to her:

“Hello, the dancer of Princess Pale!

” My name is Boffis !

The full name is Bophis Cecilia, and there is no honorable name yet.

It’s a wind dancer!

”

Miss Porphys, who saw citalopram, was obviously very happy and emotional: “I haven’t seen someone for a long time… who can see me!”

”

My name is citalopram.

”

Citalopram politely responded: “However, aren’t there wizards who come here often?

”

I’m not an ordinary spirit, they can’t see my…”

Boffis pursed her lips, and

her mood suddenly dropped: “Only the believers of Princess Pale can see me…” …as fast as she was getting high.

In the blink of an eye, she became excited again, reached out to citalopram, and said expectantly: “Can you touch me? Can you touch me?

“Even if it’s just to talk to me… … what did you come here for?

I can take you there!

”

It’s like a puppy that sees its owner coming home. It

hugs its legs and keeps jumping.

Citalopram is already full of aunt’s smile.

She squinted her eyes and murmured unconsciously:

“… A little bit, trying to take her away.

”

From the live broadcast window, I heard this sentence very clearly, and the barrage in front of Citalopram suddenly flew up like a swipe:

“—Grass, someone here is abducting and selling the ghost girl!

”

—Stop, no matter the age of the elves or the duration of the ghost’s existence, this is not a ‘girl’…”

“—What are you talking about, isn’t a good looking girl a girl?”

”

—I thought you were the most normal of these girls before, but I didn’t expect…”

“—Sister Wenwen, you are normal…”

“—I just seemed to hear ‘Shasha’ Sound, is it a hallucination?

”

Citalopram completely ignored these wicked barrages.

She just showed a very gentle smile and reached out to touch the outstretched hand of Porphys.

The next moment, she felt that her soul was shaking. It was

as if she had used it .

The “Pale Body” has the same ability… She felt that her soul was dragged directly from her body by Boffis.

Citalopram looked back – and found that his body fell on the spot, weakly lying forward, kneeling on the ground with his head lowered.

Then slowly fell to the side.

In those half-open eyes, all the aura was suddenly lost, and after blinking weakly, he closed his eyes.

If it weren’t for the faint ups and downs of the chest, citalopram would even think that he had died suddenly…

… Do you want to place the unused body in a random place?

Citalopram had such a thought in his mind for a moment.

But she quickly rejected it.

Compared with your own body, it is more important to accompany cute girls.

After all, no strangers will come.

Hello, kid and Dove?

Can you see the live broadcast?

“—Can you hear me? I’ll leave my body to you…”

Citalopram lowered her voice and said softly.

Porphys asked curiously, “What did you say?”

“You’re talking to yourself, don’t worry about it.”

Citalopram stretched out his hand and hugged Porphys with a gentle attitude he had never seen before. With a smile, he

said, “I’m really happy to meet such a lovely ghost like you.”

“…I’m also very happy.”

Boffis said in a low voice, blushing.

Although she was hugged from behind by the stranger she met for the first time, she was directly startled.

But this faint discomfort and tension is nothing compared to finally seeing a “companion” who can respond to his words and touch him.

The feeling of being hugged again…even moved her to the point where she wanted to cry.

Although this embrace is equally cold, there is no temperature.

But the temperature in the words alone is enough to warm her heart.

“Where are you going? Are you looking for something? Or what influence to collect? I can take you there!”

Porphys looked at citalopram pitifully.

Her light and ethereal body is much more skilled than that used by citalopram – even without wings, she can fly at will.

And citalopram can’t do that.

But she just dragged citalopram and she was able to fly with her.

…It’s like the golden retriever biting the rope he used, pulling his master’s trouser legs, and trying to walk to the gate.

“I’m here to collect some influences.”

Citalopram said warmly: “Speaking of… Boffis, what is this place? I want to understand from the beginning.”

“If you are asking, the original name, then it’s called the Norse Valley. At least it was still called that name in the tertiary period.

“And if you want to ask, what do we call this area… you can call it the ‘specimen archives’ ‘, or ‘nightmare bed’, ‘encapsulated tape’.

I don’t even know what you call it now…”

“…specimen archive?

”

Citalopram moved in his heart, and asked curiously: “Specifically, what is its role?”

”

“…It’s literally.

”

Hearing Citalopram’s words, Boffis instead made a confused and awkward gesture: “It’s… the bedrock of nightmares.”

”

Suddenly citalopram realized something.

“You mean . . . is there a nightmare here?”

”

It’s a public nightmare, not a nightmare.”

”

Borfis corrected: “The specimen storage library, UU reading www.sonicmtl.com is a technology we used in the past… Because it also uses the magic energy technology, it may have been abandoned by you.

“…Well, do you know the nature of nightmares?”

Hearing this, citalopram shook his head decisively.

“What about the mantra?”

Citalopram shook his head again.

“Then do you know the dream world?”

Citalopram shook his head again.

“—Zhangyu anchor, pay attention.”

“—This is probably the legendary one question and three I don’t know…”

“—Because you know, so you don’t know. It’s a philosophy.”

…Bastards, you say as if you knew the answer.

Citalopram couldn’t help muttering inwardly.