Vol 7 Chapter 900: The cold joke of the room and the skeleton

　　 There is such a simple and lovely hut in the ruins. Toril leads Lu Zongping to his new home in the underground world-but Lu Zongping will not admit it, he feels that a traveler does not need a home.
　　 The courtyard in front of the hut is planted with flowers, fruits and vegetables, which is full of life, and these crops are growing well, the flowers are full and the fruits are sweet. These are all Torril's masterpieces. One should always learn to do something in life. It is a good choice to care for flowers and to get close to nature. The underground world does not have warm and nourishing sunlight, but there are magical lights here, and there are some fluorescent minerals on the towering dome, which are similar to the starry sky, but the color of the minerals is different, which is more gorgeous than the real starry sky, but It also appears chaotic.
Lu Zongping linger in the garden, picking juicy berries. He will stop for a while on every vegetation, not picking much, but he will choose those ripe and plump fruits to eat. There are overripe and fallen berries on the ground, and they will be slightly fermented. The smell of wine, there are some insects biting the fruit. Lu Zongping squatted down to observe carefully. These insects were not impressed by the approach of his large animal. Most fruit-eating insects have a black shell, which can be divided into three or five categories in appearance. There are groups that act in groups, and some act alone. Relatively speaking, solitary insects are larger.
　　 Lu Zongping satisfactorily came to a conclusion: The lone traveler is always stronger. This makes him full of determination.
　　Lu Zongping: -_-
　　 Toril hurriedly walked into the house. She was making the final preparations for the surprise. Lu Zong hadn't entered the house for a long time, which made Toril anxious. She couldn't wait to see Lu Zongping's surprised little face.
　　 "Child, come in, hurry up children!"
The warm wood double-opening door of the cabin opens inwards, and the warm light of light orange and the sweet scent continue to radiate. Lu Zongping is attracted by the fragrance. Walking into the house, the light is calm and gratifying, and the solid and well-organized wood floor is neat and tidy. Refreshing, the indoor base tone is brownish yellowish, reminiscent of soft pudding.
Toril crossed his hands and said in a reserved tone that is unique to the hostess: "Son, do you smell it? Surprise, this is a butterscotch cinnamon pie! This is to celebrate your arrival, and hope that living here will make you happy. Come, follow me, I have another surprise for you."
　　 Lu Zongping wants to say: I want to eat the first surprise before going to the next surprise.
　　 But he followed Toril obediently, and Aries's steps became much lighter at home. When walking, you could see the white hair on her thick and soft feet swinging back and forth gently, bringing a small breeze.
Aries led Lu Zongping to the corridor to the east—that is, on the right hand side of the door. He moved forward on the right side, so that he would not see the same scene when he came back: except for the door, but all the doors in the world They look almost the same, and he was prepared for it.
　　 The floor of the corridor was covered with a beautiful duck yellow pattern woven blanket, which was not completely covered. There were gaps on both sides, and Lu Zongping slipped away. There are rose-shaped magic lamps on the walls, large vases and storage tables are attached to the walls, the oval-shaped cattails are inserted in the vases, and there is a pot of flowers on the table, and the picture frame on the wall is empty. The door of the room was arranged to the north, Lu Zongping had to cross the carpet.
Toril expressed tolerance for the child’s little quirks, she said loudly in front of the door: "A room belongs to you! I hope you like it!" She sullen her face, seeming to be a kind of uncontrollable love, Aries lifted The hand gently stroked Lu Zongping's head. The monster's palms are hairy and generous, and the boy's hair is soft and smooth, and it is fun to rub it around. "Go in the house and take a look, kid."
　　 She suddenly raised her head and took a deep breath, "It seems that something is burning, I have to go and see, child, you can play for a while, don't run around."
　　 Lu Zongping entered the room.
The light in the room is bright, the wallpaper is orange-red, and the light is like citrus that has soaked up the sunlight. In this small room, the furniture is placed against the wall, and the single bed facing the wall is the most conspicuous when entering the door. There is a storage box at the end of the bed, a standing lamp and a plush toy beside the bed. Lu Zongping secretly dismissed such a childish dress. The wooden wardrobe is on the west side of the bed and against the wall. There are low bookshelves, children's shoe boxes, and a low table for visiting lamps. There is a portrait of a flower on the wall, which really looks like a small flower in Lu Zong's flat pocket.
The space other than that is wide, with thick carpets on the open space, with wavy lines. Lu Zongping likes this carpet. He can bear to look at it for a while: the more delicate and complex, the more informative things, The less tired.
　　 In this room, it seems that someone has ever existed. Lu Zongping examines this room from the perspective of a cold, reserved and powerful bystander: it was indeed someone else’s room.
Lu Zongping took out his harvest from his pocket, a toy knife, a small flower marble, and a handful of gold coins. He counted only fourteen. These monsters were all obtained from the battle. He would always leave a coin or two after he walked away embarrassedly.
　　 He put the little flower in his pocket again, and put it together with the gold coin, but he cherished the toy knife in the storage box at the end of the bed.
　　Lu Zongping goes out, he needs to carefully control his route. If he goes back the same way, it would be too disheartening. So he had to go on in the corridor, and the road back to the hall was marked by his footprints. He didn't want to cross that line for the time being~EbookFREE.me~The next room is Toril, the wallpaper here It’s royal blue and the lights are not turned on. Lu Zongping explored here with the glimmer of the corridor. The first thing he saw when he entered the door was the desk on the left hand side. There was an open diary on the table, which was Toril’s diary, Lu Zongping. Zong Ping was curious about Aries' words. He turned on the desk lamp and looked at the diary. They were probably trivial daily records. However, some paragraphs are marked with red pen circles.
　　 "Why does Skeleton want to make friends? "Because she is feeling alone.""
　　 Therefore, Toril met a skeleton monster who wanted to make friends, and the skeleton monster would say some very bad jokes.
Lu Zongping smelled the more and more fragrant butterscotch cinnamon pie. The melons and fruits he ate before didn’t fill his stomach. In fact, he was not hungry, but there was a traveler’s yearning for food. Food is also beautiful. , Hum.
　　 He can temporarily give up his aversion to turning back for this pure and noble yearning, but he still avoids repeating the route as much as possible, especially not wanting to step on his own footprints. Following the smell, the scent molecules full of space, leading him, Lu Zongping walked through the hall to the west lounge. Toril was reading on the sofa by the fireplace, she wore a pair of elegant eyes, watching Like an old bachelor, the firewood in the fireplace was beeping, dispelling the silent cold air of the underground world.
　　
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