Chapter 311 Miss Boffis

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's like seeing a cat that I like very much in a cat cafe. My mind is full of "Awei is dead."

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. At this moment, he was pinching his skirt, raised his head and showed a carefree smile to citalopram, and politely bowed to her:

"Hello, back dancer of Princess Pale!

"My name is Porphys! My full name is Porphys Cecilia, and I don't have an honorable name yet. It's a wind dancer!"

Seeing Citalopram's Miss Porphys, she was obviously very happy and in high spirits: "I haven't seen... someone who can see me for a long time!"

"My name is citalopram."

Citalopram responded politely: "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 could get up.

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 do you want here? I can take you to find it!"

It's like a puppy that sees its owner coming home,

Hold your legs and jump around.

Citalopram is already full of aunt smiles.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and murmured unconsciously:

"...A little bit, I want to take her away."

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

"—Crap, someone abducts and sells ghost girls here!"

"—Stop, no matter the age of the elves or the duration of the ghost's existence, this is not a 'girl'..."

"—What stupid words are you talking about, isn't it a girl who looks good?"

"—I thought you were the most normal of these girls before, but I didn't expect..."

"—Sister Wenwen, be normal..."

"—I seem to have heard the voice of 'Shashha' just now, is it a hallucination?"

Citalopram completely ignores these wicked barrages.

She just showed a very gentle smile and reached out to touch the hand that Boffis held out.

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

As if she had used the "Pale Body" ability... She felt her soul being dragged out of 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 in the chest, citalopram would even think that he had died suddenly...

... Do you want to put your unused body in a random place to put it?

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 his voice and said softly.

Boffis asked curiously, "What did you say?"

"You're talking to yourself, don't worry about it."

Citalopram reached out and hugged Porphys with a gentle attitude he had never seen before, and said with a smile, "I'm really happy to meet such a lovely ghost like you."

"……I'm glad too."

Boffis blushed and whispered.

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 was nothing compared to finally seeing a "companion" who could 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 some influence to collect? I can take you there!"

Porphys looked pitifully at citalopram.

Her light, 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 was using, 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 which... Boffis, what is this place? I want to understand from the beginning."

"If you are asking about the original name of this landscape, then it is called the Nuosheng River Valley. At least it was still called this name in the third era.

"And if you want to ask, what do we call this area... you can call it 'specimen storage', or 'nightmare bed', 'encapsulated tape'. I don't know about you either. Whatever it is called now..."

"...specimen storage library?"

Citalopram moved in his heart, and asked curiously, "Specifically, what does it do?"

"...literally."

Hearing Citalopram's words, Boffis instead gestured somewhat confused and clumsily: "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."

Boffis corrected: "The specimen storage library 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 spell?"

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 one question and three unknowns in the legend..."

"—because you know, you don't know. It's a philosophy."

...Assholes, you talk like you know the answer.

Citalopram couldn't help muttering inwardly.