Chapter 310 The Special Hobby of Citalopram

...is this a nightmare?

Can I have nightmares while walking?

The moment I saw this line of words.

The child suddenly felt that his right hand was empty - the citalopram was gone.

And the child is just a trance...

When he woke up again, he found himself standing in front of a giant tree.

The warm sunset light shone on his face. Made him feel extremely warm.

At this time, the child realized later that... his body had actually shrunk—

In other words, his consciousness entered the body of another elf boy.

It was completely different from any nightmare he had experienced before.

Not only did he not get any main quests...

Moreover, the child can clearly feel that the natural power bestowed by the profession of "Jungle Walker" is still boiling in his body... His physical attributes are almost exactly the same as his body.

It's just that what he is holding in his right hand is not his own slender stabbing sword.

Rather, it is similar to Maiev Shadow Song... or rather, the same slender and light blade wheel as Kiana.

"Julian? Julian~"

A crisp and pleasant voice sounded behind him.

He turned around following the voice, and found a teenage girl with silver hair wearing a white dress with only her left shoulder and left arm exposed, and the skirt was 10 centimeters above her knees, standing pretty lively behind him.

She put her hands behind her back and looked at him curiously: "What are you thinking, Julian?

"Mom is coming back soon? Or... have you mastered the vine strike technique?"

Seeing the appearance of the elf girl, the child was startled.

Not the "Spirit of the Elf" he knew before.

It's very real...a living creature like the girl next door!

He could even smell the fragrance of the girl's body clearly.

The place where he is himself is not a relic—

His pupils shrank slightly.

I saw behind the girl, not far away...

The huge building more than 100 meters high, composed of that blue luminous rock, is shining with a rainbow-colored brilliance, making a strange humming sound. It is a bit like a windmill, but also like a snail shell, continuously extracting something from the ground.

The interface with the earth alone is more than 100 meters in diameter. And the surrounding earth collapsed and cracked down... as if the water had been drained.

In the place not far from the extraction port, it seemed extremely empty until the child's position. The trees have apparently been felled and the vacant area is very large.

And not far away, is an extremely prosperous city——

The huge tree man walked slowly on the street.

White stags like never before seen, gleaming, roamed the void.

There is very little traffic on the streets, but every building and bridge is entwined with delicate vines. The patterns on those vines are like art...

And those "elves" were not what the children imagined, they were slender primitive people who wore leaf clothes or animal skins that covered a small amount of their bodies, and held bows and arrows.

Instead, they dress a bit like modern times... The child means, the modern times of the earth.

It even seems a bit ahead of its time...

Not like the clothes they wear on the street, more like the Paris Fashion Week feel.

The most frightening thing is that the child even saw an airship floating in the distance, and the walls of some giant buildings in the city, with similar billboards, look like cyberpunk decoration.

What the hell is this?

Elf punk?

What is going on in your world?

How can this technology tree grow upside down?

The mouthful of grooves clicked in the child's throat, unable to cough or swallow.

It took a long time for the child to recover from this sense of consternation of "Did I run the wrong game".

He looked at the girl in white who seemed to have the word "innocence" written on his face beside him, and decided to fool her first.

"Ah, I said...that who."

He pretended to be a little arrogant and raised his head, and made a clear boyish voice: "When will your mother come back?"

"--Bo-Fi-Si!"

The girl shook her head unhappily and responded earnestly, "I'm not calling that, my name is Boffis!"

The hair hit the child's face, making him feel as if he was whipped by someone...

...but it's pretty tasty.

Very good, the name is still set up for the time being...

The child secretly rejoiced in his heart.

Because the elf girl's clothes are a little revealing...whether it's the top half or the bottom half. The child, who was not very good at communicating with women, did not dare to look at her very much.

He touched the tip of his nose nervously, thinking about the next topic in silence.

What do you want to say...

"...Ah, the weather is really nice today."

After a long silence, the child said nonchalantly.

the other side.

After citalopram stepped into the fog door, he felt the familiar touch of the earth with a slight dizziness.

She also found that her live broadcast was not cut off.

The only problem is...

"...I seem to have lost our captain."

She accepted this reality almost immediately, and calmly said to the two waiting outside through the live broadcast: "Don't panic. As the captain said... Now I am your new captain.

"No, I didn't want to usurp power... He was a person who lost his ability, and I respect his shameful achievements."

Citalopram casually dragged the egg with the barrage while looking up.

Make no mistake...it's a ruin.

To say it's a ruin is almost a polite thing to say...

The buildings here are even more broken than Ishgard, who was just beaten by the dragon.

Even citalopram couldn't understand what they were originally like and what they were used for... There were inexplicably many smooth potholes on the ground.

It's not like it was blown up by something, it's like it was dug up by something...

But her pace soon stalled.

Because Citalopram saw that not far away there was a silver-white, translucent girl ghost wandering on the street—it was probably, should, possibly be the street.

The ghost was wearing a white dress with only the left shoulder and left arm exposed, and the skirt was ten centimeters above the knee.

Citalopram was attracted by the delicate and lovely smiling face, and was startled for a moment, then couldn't help but take a closer look:

Those slender and straight legs, clean knees, small and delicate white boots... and the cute sleeve that covers half of the palm of the right arm, and the side body of the left arm that is looming because the left shoulder is completely exposed, make citalopram somewhat I can't help but crave her body...

Her breathing was a little short, and her gaze towards the ghost girl was a little more aggressive—

A little bit, want to take it home...

yes.

citalopram.

- She's a sad person outsider.