Chapter 277: White smoke

The white flowers, like the liquefied sandworm teeth of the correction fluid, did not flow out of the baggage, and did not stay in it quietly, but as if heated by high temperature, it turned directly from the liquid to the steaming steam, pulling out a winding white Yan'er fluttered towards the face of the tall stone statue.
As if it were a stone statue inhaling, the white smoke fluttered into his unopened mouth, and there were no organs with vents. The white smoke disappeared out of thin air.
Soon, the white smoke formed a line, and it became wider.
A few steps apart, it no longer looks like hemp rope and white thread, but more like the three-foot white silk used for hanging in the ancient palace.
"Unlucky" I subconsciously fanned the wind in front of my mouth.
Looking at it again, Bai Yan'er has changed again. This time, it feels like a small waterfall, but it's a kind of backward flow.
"Hey, it's interesting~" I thought to myself, and wanted to step forward and look more closely.
However, before this step was completed, I realized that the white smoke that was arm-wide and like a small waterfall flowing backwards was gone!
He lowered his head again, the bag became empty, and the sandworm teeth disappeared.
It's a pity that I didn't get close and looked at this scene.
I haven't waited a few seconds to regret, suddenly, a hand of the stone statue suddenly has a few more white lights.
The white light trickled down slowly, falling precisely on top of Harold's head, who was looking solemn and serious, and slowly sank into it without any waste.
In a short while, I saw Harold's body tremble, and his body was full of white light, like a light bulb of more than one or two hundred watts!
It stabbed me to open my eyes and had to cover my eyes with my hands.
After a few seconds, I felt that the white light was fading in the peripheral light, so I slowly put down my hand and squinted at Harold.
Sure enough, the white light at this time was like a sixty to seventy watt fluorescent lamp. Although it was still somewhat uncomfortable, opening your eyes was no longer a problem.
In the words of some believers, Harold at this time is like a holy light. His people are extremely solemn and sacred, just like the descending Son, listening to the teachings of God.
In fact, I think it's not just me, if there are other people present, they will certainly treat it this way.
Harold was originally well-proportioned and burly, although he was not handsome, but his appearance was definitely considered serious. His blond hair was shining in the white light, and the precious armor of his whole body was bathed in white light. , Looks unusually heroic.
Just as if a heavenly soldier descends, the Son comes.
Fortunately, I know some of Harold's details. Knowing him is not a heavenly soldier at all, let alone a true Son of God.
In fact, it doesn't matter if I don't know, I am not a believer at all, and I don't have the habit of worshipping those miracles.
However, if a certain member of the believer happened to pass by at this time, it would be wonderful. It may not be said that he (she) would shout a miracle on the spot, and then fall to the ground, worship and worship, and finally, maybe he will be Lord as a holy son, worshipped.
It is estimated that Harold will immediately look confused and dumbfounded.
I secretly laughed lustfully in my heart, always feel that at this moment, I am the truest self.
The effect lasted for about ten minutes, and then slowly faded. Harold, who prayed on his knees, returned to his original state.
I walked around, but I didn't see any changes in Harold.
He slowly opened his eyes and ignored me, but looked straight at the base of the stone statue.
The base of the stone statue is also made of marble, square, and three sides are cut straight up and down, only the side facing Harold's kneeling direction is inclined.
I also quietly took a few steps forward and glanced at it with my neck.
On the sloping stone surface, rows of small characters slowly emerged.
It's densely packed, like a floor tile covered with bugs. This is almost killing people with dense syndrome!
The small print appeared very slowly, and Harold read more slowly. It took him almost half an hour to read the small print.
When he raised his head and exhaled, I glanced at the stone face again.
At best, the small prints above are about a hundred, and I can read it for more than half an hour. I really don't know if it is his reading ability or he did it intentionally.
Spread his hand, shook his head helplessly.
At this moment, Harold got up, turned to me, smiled and said, "Okay, the task is over. Next, you may need your help."
"Let's talk, what's up?" I simply said: "As long as I can help."
"Don't worry, let's say as we walk" Harold's voice is very cheerful, he looks very good, is it because of the task completion problem?
maybe......
Walking out of the hall and turning the corner, the staff was waiting there. Seeing Harold coming out, he hurried forward and said, "Congratulations, Lord Harold!"
Harold nodded slightly.
Seeing Harold's indifferent expression, the staff seemed a bit disappointed, but soon she returned to a professional smile, leading Harold, taking me, and walking out of the corridor.
Passing by the information desk, I saw the foodie girl secretly eating potato chips. I grinned and greeted her covertly. She saw it and gave me a hello gesture and took the opportunity to me. When I looked ahead, my eyes brightened immediately, and when I looked at me again, my eyes were not only friendly, but even jealous and envy.
"I didn't expect Harold to be so well-known." Feeling the envy, jealousy and hatred from around me, I secretly said: "Why haven't I heard of him as a celebrity before?"
However, on second thoughts, I didn't have the time to follow any celebrities before, and it was not easy to eat every day.
Thinking of this, I was relieved.
After leaving the adventurer's base, Harold did not go to the dungeon, but turned to a restaurant not far away. He said to me, "It's near noon now. Let's have a meal first."
Seeing Harold's sincere solicitation look, I felt the already hungry stomach, and said, "Okay, then eat first, and say yes, I have no money."
"You don't need to spend money" Harold smiled: "You have helped me a lot, even if you often invite you to dinner, it should be."
"Yeah, this attitude has become so good." I grinned and showed a slightly wretched smile: "How come you suddenly became so enthusiastic, before you asked me to drink more drinks with a deadly expression on my face."
Harold was a little embarrassed, he said: "Then, didn't you still take some magic equipment with you that time."
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