Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

The **** has lost his power.

He didn't know the reason, because he even lost his own memory.

When he decided to live in the forest, he encountered a very beautiful creature with snow-white hair and blue eyes like the sky, and he quietly watched him from a distance.

The gods sent goodwill to it.

Gods like to make friends. In his view, living in this world is a very happy thing to be able to meet friends.

Xi, it has its own name.

But the gods did not.

Maybe it happened before, but it was forgotten by Him.

But the **** didn't care, he was really troubled at the beginning, and gradually he was relieved.

Maybe he doesn't have a name.

As the owner of the forest, Xi has never had friends before.

Friendship is precious to it, and they become best friends.

The **** likes to sing. Although Xi doesn't understand what he is singing, he always listens quietly.

It likes the singing of gods.

Time was hurried, and a lot of things happened afterwards.

There are joys and sorrows.

Until that day, disaster struck this world.

In order to protect everything he cherished, Xi was seriously injured and dying to return to the forest, seeing the **** at the last moment of his life.

"Can you... sing another song for me?"

"Xi, don't talk, you will definitely get better, definitely."

The **** cried, and Xi's breath in his arms gradually weakened. With tears in his eyes, he softly sang the ballad that the two sang when they met for the first time.

It was a quiet night, the light blue moon was shining, the girl in the white dress was sitting on the grass with blooming flowers, humming a tune that had never appeared in this world, the white monster is not far away Staring quietly here, the stars are reflected in the ice blue eyes.

It's like the most beautiful painting.

"I will... always be with you... use my name..."

Xi closed his eyes forever in the arms of the gods, and its body turned into a beautiful firefly like a star, fluttering around the gods, not dispersing for a long time.

The tears from the gods turned into ice blue under the shining of the moonlight, and they were the same color as Xi's eyes.

The **** has a name, called Xi.

…

"It's... a healing story."

Luo Chuan silently took a sip of the teacup, the tea was warm, with a hint of sweetness.

To be honest, the image of the Sea-Monster in his mind is almost lively and cheerful. In their heads (physical sense) that are all water, it seems that they don't know what troubles are at all, and optimistic attitude is forever.

As for such a race, the story of such healing has been handed down, which, in Luochuan's view, obviously does not fit their image.

"Cure... It's really cure."

Yao Ziyan hugged her knees and nodded lightly. Although she was telling the story, she was also affected.

A good story can always convey the emotions in it to the reader.

Luo Chuan felt that the girl had not understood what she meant. The cure he was talking about was not the cure that Yao Ziyan understood...Well, it was indeed a cure.

This cure is not the other cure. There are different concepts of cure in different scenarios, and sometimes the meaning is completely opposite.

...What is he talking about?

"Oh, let's not talk about this first." Luo Chuan coughed slightly, and forcibly pulled the fluttering thoughts on the right track. "The **** in this story, what do you think is between the goddess mentioned by Anvia? What does it matter?"

Yao Ziyan's fingers curled slightly against her thin lips: "Maybe, this actually refers to the same... God?"

In the story of the song, the gods who wander in the unfamiliar world are in the form of a girl, and it does not seem to be an exaggeration to call them a goddess at this point.

"It's only possible." Luo Chuan sighed, "After all, it's just a story, and the discussion doesn't make much sense."

After all, guessing is just guessing, and there is no evidence related to it to confirm this.

"Forget it, don't talk about it, you haven't sang the song related to this story yet." Luo Chuan remembered the topic discussed at the beginning.

"Good, good." Yao Ziyan answered repeatedly.

He coughed slightly, and soon entered the state.

"This time it's just ordinary singing, not a lullaby." Luo Chuan suddenly reminded.

"Of course I know." The interrupted Demon Ziyan couldn't help but give Luo Chuan a blank look.

He breathed a sigh of relief and slowly closed his eyes, which should be brewing his inner thoughts.

Soon, the purple eyes opened, and he hummed out the long-lasting tune.

It is not a human language, but it seems to contain some magical power, even if Luochuan can't understand it, he can understand the meaning of the lyrics.

【...

The bright white moon hung in the night sky, shed cool like water and moonlight.

The girl was standing under the stars, and the grass on the hillside was waved by the night breeze.

Suddenly she looked back, as if she wanted to find the familiar figure in her memory.

It's just nothing.

The hazy and bright moonlight shone on the girl, and the shadow under her feet seemed to gradually change shape.

The girl laughed with tears...]

Luo Chuan closed his eyes, and a picture appeared in his mind.

Such a gentle person.

Whether it's the girl called a **** in the story, or Shio.

It's just that Luo Chuan didn't know how Xi helped the girl regain her strength, but it didn't seem to leave, but became the shadow of the girl to accompany her.

But this is just a story.

Luo Chuan said to himself.

Is it just... a story?

Luo Chuan opened his eyes, Yao Ziyan was still humming the soft and beautiful tune, as if to bring people's thoughts into those long years.

Maybe it's more than just a story.

He didn't know when the singing stopped. When Luo Chuan recovered from the daze, he saw Yao Ziyan sitting there upright, watching him.

"I'm done singing," she said.

"It sounds good." Luo Chuan nodded and clapped his palms, "Let me appreciate such a sweet singing, I decided to give you a reward."

"What reward?" Yao Ziyan sipped the hot tea.

"Reward you for a kiss of mine." Luo Chuan said with a smile.

Demon Purple Smoke: "..."

Rolling his eyes, he gently kicked Luochuan a few times with his foot, and quickly avoided when the latter tried to catch it.

"This is your own wish?!"

Yao Ziyan spit out mercilessly.

"Oh, so do you want to reward?" Luo Chuan coughed lightly, but he didn't seem embarrassed at all.

"No." Yao Ziyan refused decisively.

"I refused so decisively... I was injured." Luo Chuan covered his chest with an exaggerated expression.

Yao Ziyan didn't want to pay attention to this guy for the time being, but watched his performance silently, drank the hot tea in the cup, and said something to complain about.

"Luochuan, you..."

As if he had noticed something, Yao Ziyan's expression changed slightly, looking in a certain direction, Luo Chuan next to him also made the same reaction.

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