Chapter 1517: Awakening to staying up late (11)

Chapter 7 Awakening to Day and Night 11
At the same time (?), Great Britain, Prince Kai's mansion.
"Really, what do you think about it!" After Vivian watched Husky and the comet, he yelled at Husky: "The big nights sneak out like this, don't you know the danger?" Only one comet is responsible for protecting you. If something happens, how is it?"
"Hey--" Husky spit out his tongue: "Husky knows that he is wrong..."
"And comet you too -"
"I was forced." Xinghui Long said innocently: "If you are not so embarrassed, this little devil will not be honest."
"I will make an excuse." Vivian turned her head and glanced at Kay.
"Cough...!" The red-haired knight immediately eloquently said: "I also thought about stopping them, but the comet flew too fast and flew away in a blink of an eye."
"Yes, you are really responsible." Vivienne stunned Kay.
"Oh." Then she sighed a long breath: "Forget it. In short, you can do nothing safely. I probably shouldn't blame you, Husky. No matter what you did in that hut, your actions will be after all." It helped the child and freed him from the spiritual control of the succubus. In the end, it was your actions that saved the child and you did something noble."
"Hey--" Husky just wanted to laugh, but he was scared to laugh out by Vivian's stern eyes.
Vivian wrinkled her brow: "It's not too late, go to bed. Husky, what you are doing tonight, I will tell your mother locally. How will your mother punish you after listening?" It’s up to her to decide."
"Wang Hao..." The canine boy pulled his ear.
The comet snickered.
after an hour. Husky closed the lamp and sighed, then lay in bed. When I see his mommy's lotus sound tomorrow, I am afraid it is the real hell.
"Right right, sleep and sleep." The comet also turned into a golden lizard, flew back into his basket and lay down. Next to the basket is the Sabre's Sabre, the blushing knives that are sealed. In this way, even if they were suddenly attacked in the middle of the night, the comet could immediately take up arms and rebel.
"Uncle Uncle, Daniel Brother really has no problem? Wang?" Haas asked again and again.
"Why are you still worried about the kid?" The comet was lying back to Husky and said: "We have done everything we can, and if he can be saved, he has to look at his own creation. ""
In fact, Daniel is almost impossible to survive. Comet is in my heart. Daniel had the poison of the succubus, and the poison has never been solved. There is absolutely no antidote in the world. Daniel estimates that there is no way to live to see the sun of tomorrow. But Husky has done his best to save Daniel. Daniel can finally survive, and there is no need for Husky to know.
Go to sleep. With all sorts of complicated thoughts, the comet closed his eyes.
At the same time, the blushing knives beside the comet began to emit a strange gleam. The shimmer is not bright, at least not bright enough to illuminate the interior of the room; while the Xinghui dragon back sleeps against Husky, and Husky also faces the starlight and faces the door. I tried to close my eyes, so neither of them saw the light from the demon knife.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Bedyville was awakened by a burst of iron.
He opened his eyes and observed that he was in a world of black and white.
It is better to say that it is a dream, rather than being woken up. Everything in this world is like a painting. The style of this painting is completely different from all the oil paintings that Bediville has ever seen. Its lines are simple and rough, almost composed of black and white. Those thick black lines outline the peaks of the world, depicting flowing clouds and stone patterns, and delineating the horizon and the horizon.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. In this strange world of dreams, there seems to be someone who is hitting iron in a valley far away. The voice is full of rhythms and is endless in the mine. Bediville heard a similar iron hit, which was spelled out by a highly skilled weapon craftsman, belonging to the melody of iron and fire.
Is there someone playing iron here? This kind of ghost place?
Driven by curiosity, Bedieville decided to take the opportunity to look at the past - in fact he did not have much choice, because in this world of rough black and white lines, there is only one straight road leading to the distance, Bediville The direction along the straight road is exactly the direction in which the knocking sound is.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. As the iron is getting closer, Bettiville can see a small workshop far away. Of course, this workshop is also made up of black and white lines, just like a building in a painting. The red glow in the workshop is estimated to be the only color in this black and white world.
"That--" Bedieville knocked on the door after approaching the building: "Is anyone there?"
auzw.com did not respond. However, the snoring of the iron was stopped. The people in the workshop obviously heard the sound of knocking on Bediville.
"Is anyone there?" The werewolf then knocked on the door again, hoping that the other party would respond.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. However, the sound of the iron hit it again. The other party is obviously deliberately ignoring Bedieville.
A blue vein emerged from the forehead of the werewolf youth (at least he thought so). He continued to knock on the door hard, and increased the intensity to speed up the frequency: "Come on, open the door!"
Hey. The other party did not pay attention to Biddyville's knocking on the door. Instead, it was deliberately making a play of Biddeville. The ironing sound was even more consistent with the frequency of Betteville's knocking on the door. How fast did Bedieville knock on the door? How fast is the sound of the person knocking on the iron in the square.
"You must be joking with me...!" Bedieville was angry, knocking harder and knocking with both hands.
Hey! The wolf is knocking faster and faster.
Hey! The other party followed the speed.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Bedyville knocked and turned into a musical performance.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. The other party also beat the beat.
"Ah, I know. It doesn't seem to be a wandering soul." At this time, a man's voice was heard in the house. And this voice speaks a very strange foreign language. This language was originally not understood by Bediville, but somehow, the words entered the ears of the werewolf youth, and gradually became an idea that Bedieville could understand. Become a sentence that you can understand.
Is it a telepathy? If the other party uses a telepathy to convey a simple idea, then indeed, even if the speech is unreasonable, you can barely understand what the other person is talking about.
"You still look awake." The other opened the door of the workshop and looked at Biddiville.
Bedyville also looked at each other. In front of the Werewolf youth is a short man who looks at his unshaven and not sparse beard. This person is about thirty or forty years old. The skin is slightly yellow, biased towards wheat, and the eyes are as small as two seams. From the appearance of this person, he is obviously not a European. Should it be biased towards African or Eastern European bloodlines? No, I always feel a little wrong -
"Who are you? What is it here?" Bédwell asked. Of course, standard English is used.
"Who are you, why come to this place?" The other side asked, the language used was wonderful, and Bettiville probably understood it through telepathy.
"I am Bediville. I just slept in my hotel room. I don't know why, suddenly I came to this... Hey, the world of black and white lines?"
"Interesting...an ordinary person." The wonderful middle-aged blacksmith shouted: "The soul of an ordinary person cannot be sucked in here for no reason. Did you be killed with a monster knife while you were sleeping? ""
"I am not dead! Don't kill anyone!" Biddyville angered. He was very cautious before going to bed, locked the door of the room tightly, and confirmed that there were no assassins lurking in the room. Moreover, Bedieville is not a general generation, and it is impossible for a person to be sneaked to death in his sleep. When the other party wants to kill him, when the hostility is revealed, the werewolf will be awakened.
"Well, that's weird. Ordinary people can't run here for no reason." Wonderful exotic blacksmith Toss thought.
"So what the is this?" Biddiville was a little impatient.
"You can call it to paint the world." The blacksmith said: "This piece of the world was originally part of a different space created by a national treasure in my country. I intercepted it and stored it in my life-long work. The village is in the middle."
"What?" The werewolf couldn't help but hear the fog.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself." The blacksmith rushed to the werewolf youth and smiled coldly: "I am the knife maker, the founder of the Penglai knife, and built a total of 3,666 pieces of business in my life. There are more than ten. The world in which we are now is the world in the last industry of my life, the slashing knife and the village."
He looked at Bediville: "And you and my soul are now trapped in this world, and you can never leave until you die out."
"What the are you talking about!" Biddyville was angry. "How could I be trapped here! I was still sleeping in my hotel room a minute ago!"
"There must be someone who brought your soul in." The village is sneer: "In general, the soul that is being killed by the monster knife village will be sucked into the world of painting."
"I repeat, I am not dead!" Bettiville extended his face.
"A lot of people who have been here have said this, but they are all dead." The knifesmith village is sneer.
Then Beddyville suddenly made a clever move. He finally realized that he was here.