bookrandom Chapter 372 Heading Towards the Capital
Chapter 372 Heading Towards the Capital
the next day.
What exactly happened yesterday?
Caesar covered his forehead, feeling the pain coming from there.
It was as if he was drunk and was completely immersed in hundreds of bottles of alcohol.
Of course, I didn't drink last night, so this is just a metaphor.
The headache is like alcohol poisoning.
He sat up from the bed and realized that he was naked with only a white sheet covering his body.
It seemed to be snowing outside, tearing apart the morning sunlight and shining mottled beams of light into the windows.
The black flames burned and rose, as if covering the entire world.
A pitch-black feather arrow emerged from Fudan's heart, and then shot towards her chest the next second.
The feather arrow was so fast that there was no way to react.
It pierced straight through Caesar's chest, causing him to feel intense pain.
The feather arrow penetrated into Caesar's heart and then pierced out from his back.
But the strange thing was that even though it hurt extremely, not even a drop of blood came out.
Is it more of a mental pain?
Then, the space seemed to change.
The next moment, Fudan dragged him into another space.
It was a space mixed with purple and pink, and there was a very strange magical power permeating there that could affect people's minds.
Then......
hiss.
My waist hurts.
It was like a big hand grabbed that place and squeezed out everything inside like milk.
what's the situation.
I have very vague memories.
Thousands of arrows were fired.
There seemed to be a dark flame spreading in Fudan's eyes, and a strange magical power emanated from her body.
I had absolutely no ability to resist, and then I was treated this way and that way.
......
That doesn’t seem quite right.
All in all, it was a very strange experience. Although it was very strange, the feather arrow that pierced my chest did hurt.
But if you want to talk about pain, it doesn't seem to be there.
After all, who can feel miserable while learning such a joyful thing?
There are very strange images in my memory.
Fudan was teaching himself how to shoot arrows face to face.
Just like he enjoyed playing with the big white bow, so did Fudan.
But there was something wrong with what she was holding.
What she held was the black feather arrow that had shot into his heart.
While constantly opening and closing the bow, he held the tail end of the feather arrow and stirred it constantly.
On one side is extreme pain, on the other side is wonderful learning.
This strange tearing feeling almost made Caesar faint.
By the way, where is the feather arrow?
While holding his waist, Caesar lifted the sheet on himself to check.
The feathered arrow has disappeared.
Instead, a black mark appeared there.
The chain-like pattern was just above his heart, as if locking it. What was this?
He touched it with his fingers, and felt nothing special at all. There was no protrusion on the chain either. It seemed as if it was just a simple pattern.
If the chain hadn't moved sometimes, he would almost have thought it was just an ordinary pattern.
By the way, where is Fudan?
Caesar looked around but didn't see her.
This must be Fudan’s room. Caesar has an impression of it.
I can also smell a familiar grass-like scent from the sheets.
There is also a dressing table there, but it is very simple. In Fudan's words, she is naturally beautiful and doesn't need such a thing at all.
The room was quite tidy, without any strange conditions. There was no mess or strange smell as one might imagine.
Was it just an illusion last night?
Caesar couldn't help but doubt himself.
If his waist hadn't been aching, he would have believed it.
When I stood up, my steps were still a little unsteady.
Study too hard.
My clothes were prepared on the chair beside the bed and I placed them on the back of the chair.
I remember that it was custom-made in the past and was placed in this base and not taken away.
He dressed neatly, walked out of the room and came to the corridor outside.
With a little perception, I could sense that two people were chatting below.
What are you talking about? Although I am ready to confess, I am still a little nervous.
I walked along the corridor on the second floor and passed by my room.
He turned the doorknob of his room with force, but it didn't open. It was locked with a key.
Coming down from upstairs, the two were enjoying breakfast and chatting.
It can be seen that the conversation seems to be quite harmonious.
Fudan even peeled eggs for Yue.
Yue seemed to be fine and was chatting and laughing with Fudan.
As Caesar's footsteps sounded, the two men turned their eyes here.
Fudan looked refreshed and smiled at Caesar, acting very naturally, as if nothing had happened.
But Yue was not like this. After Caesar came down, she had an embarrassed expression on her face.
"Come over to eat after you finish washing up." Fudan greeted calmly.
"Don't worry, I've told you everything." Fudan spread the jam on the bread, holding the knife with her slender fingers and spreading the jam evenly.
What did you say?
Caesar's heart tightened.
But looking at Yue's expression, he doesn't seem to have any particularly intense emotions.
Caesar sat at the dining table.
It can be seen that as he sat down, Fudan looked indifferent, but Yue's face showed embarrassment and discomfort.
Can you even tell that he seems to be keeping a distance from you?
No, that's not right either.
It's just an expression that seems very awkward.
She didn't know what to say.
"Let's pack up our things in the next two days and set off as soon as possible." said Fudan.
"As long as the carriages are in place, it will be easy to set off with the supplies."
"Let's go to the capital."
She said with a smile, the sunlight shining on her face without a trace of haze.
"Yeah." Caesar nodded.
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Nothing strange happened in the next few days.
Yue seemed to have been avoiding her, running around with Fudan, purchasing supplies, renting carriages, coordinating caravans, making room for her own people, and coordinating the next route with the officials of Ornn in the name of the elven caravan.
Because of the sun, the snow on the road melted. It has been particularly cold these days, and the melting snow takes away the heat, so everyone is very busy.
It is worth mentioning that when the night elves and spiders were ready, one person disappeared quietly.
He left behind something that looked like a farewell letter and left the tribe.
The huge procession of carriages marched towards the royal capital.
Caesar sat alone in his own carriage, leading the way for the team.
The carriage left two lines of wheel marks on the snow. In Caesar's arms, there was a card that was glowing faintly.