Vol 4 Chapter 98: Cooler by the lake

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On a day of heavy snow, the sky is clear and the people and birds in the lake can be heard.
The rime is foggy, the sky and clouds face the rockery and the lake, white and black are distinct. The small island in the middle of the lake is like a snow lotus in the ink pond, and the white pagoda on the island is like the core of a lotus. Across the rockery, the witch could clearly see that the head of the rattlesnake was aimed straight at the white tower, not knowing what she was looking for.
Because there is a lot of snow on the lake, there are inevitably pickles or traps left by the mobs in the lake in the depths of those haystacks. Therefore, Zheng Qing and Elena did not go far, but approached and detoured behind the rockery. , I chose an empty space, pacing slowly, eating and drinking, enjoying the rare tranquility and peace of this lake.
The gypsy witch kept things in her heart and looked up at the long worm on the rock from time to time.
Her actions quickly attracted the attention of young public-funded students.
"If you don't worry, I can fly a paper crane and let Liu Feifei lead her little dragon." Zheng Qing thought that Irina was worried about the safety of the rattlesnake, and persuaded: "I think that snake is also spiritual. If it really feels cold, it will definitely slip back in advance, and it will never freeze outside."
Elena grinned reluctantly, but did not speak.
After a while, she suddenly spoke and asked: "Why do you trust your eyes or feelings so much."
This question seemed a bit abrupt, and it made people confused when they heard it. Zheng Qing didn't know whether she was referring to the remarks she had just speculated or something else.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally chose a slightly clever answer: "The wizard doesn't believe in what he feels, what else can he believe?"
This sentence he said was translated from the words of the great wizard Thomas Alva in the eighteenth century: The real magic is one percent feeling plus ninety-nine percent skills to be displayed... Wizards do not believe My feelings are never connected with real magic.
The Gypsy Witch smiled slightly, seeming to find his answer interesting.
She didn't talk, but walked in front of Zheng Qing, carrying her hands behind her back, stepping cautiously, stepping on the white and smooth snow, taking extra care at every step, as if worried about a hole below.
The corners of the long skirt dragged on the ground, wrapped in snow grains, and stained with mud. The young wizard watching was a little uneasy. He mentioned the skirt horns to the witch, but this kind of thought can only pass through his mind. He felt that if he was really reckless to lose the witch’s skirt, he would be treated as if in the next second. Pervert kick into the lake.
He simply looked away from the corner of the skirt and stared at the charming back of the witch.
"Look at the lake in front of you, what can you find?" The figure in front suddenly stopped, interrupting the few reveries that had just passed in the wizard's mind.
Zheng Qinggan coughed twice, raised his head, did not dare to look at the witch, for fear that she would notice the guilty conscience in her eyes. He looked up in the direction pointed by the witch, only to realize that the two of them had already reached the edge of the lake. Beyond Chi Xu, there was the sparkling water.
Because of the snow, today's lake looks extremely quiet, looking at it, it looks like a huge blue jewel.
"Snow, water, and the shadowy plants in the lake." The young public-sponsored student blurted out his answer.
"Anything else?" the witch asked persistently.
Zheng Qing lowered his head and saw his shadow in the water.
He grinned, with a bright smile on his face: "And your beautiful figure."
This answer should be given one hundred and one points. He thought in his heart contentedly that one more point was used to reward the brain cells he had just sacrificed.
When the gypsy witch heard this, she chuckles and laughs.
She raised her hand and grabbed the wizard's ear, and twisted it lightly: "Greasy mouth and tongue... the point!"
"Except for that figure, there are no other important points!" Zheng Qing made a grin, but his tone showed a firmness that he had never had before.
The witch narrowed her smile and did not speak any more. Instead, she turned around and turned her back to the wizard. She stood silently on the shore, looking at the quiet lake, motionless.
Zheng Qing touched the tip of his nose, wondering if the words just said were too much, but if he did it again, he would still say that. Sometimes, the answer is not just a simple answer, but an attitude.
a long time.
The witch slowly said: "We are always so ignorant."
After saying this, she was silent again. The young public servant scratched his head and looked at her inexplicably, but closed his mouth very wisely and didn't say a word.
Sure enough, soon the witch spoke again.
"Really, we really don't know anything." She murmured, her voice was a little faint, as if whispering, if it weren't for the silence around, and Zheng Qing raised his ears and concentrated on listening to her, she would definitely not be able to hear her. What is said.
"...We are just some sad souls bound by flesh and blood. Because of a little spiritual infusion from the sky, we barely touched some incomplete images, and thought we had seen the essence of the world."
"Who knows the reflections in the lake we see from time to time?"
These remarks seemed a bit esoteric. It seems that Lao Yao had said similar remarks in his philosophy of magic, but Zheng Qingji was not quite clear. He frowned, feeling instinctively that the Gypsy Witch had just said something very important.
"It's just like this lake," Ilena suddenly regained his tone, and pointed her finger at Linzhong Lake in front of us, and said: "In our sight, there are only some plants and elves in the lake, but maybe it's invisible to us At the level, this lake is a complete, dark world."
Zheng Qing finally found the reason for the conversation: "It's good for us to live in our own world. There is no need to care about things in other worlds."
"Yeah... it's good to live in your own world." Irina took a long sigh, then suddenly turned around, fixedly looking at the young public student, and then closed her eyes~www.mtlnovel. com~ said softly: "Kiss me."
Zheng Qing thought he had heard it wrong.
He swallowed, staring at the witch in front of him blankly, his eyes slowly slid from her delicate face to her waist, watching her hands tightly grip the waist buckle in front of him, watching that through The thin gauze skirt, the exquisite body faintly exposed.
Then his gaze suddenly closed, returning to the witch's face again.
Against the backdrop of the snow color, her whole body seemed to have a milky white halo, which was fascinating.
The scent of the witch's body permeated, making the young public servant feel a little groggy. The corner of his eyes smoothed over her bulging chest, slid over the faintly exposed collarbone in her neckline, slid over her white neck, and finally stopped on the charming red lips that looked like flames.
"Kiss me." The witch murmured, as if whispering.
The young public servant paused, let out a sigh of relief, took a stiff step forward, slowly lowered his head, and stuck his red lips.
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