Fashen live room

Chapter 16 Who Are You

"I watched it for five years and thought it was a science and education movie. After watching it for three days, I thought it was a fantasy movie. After watching it today, I realized that it is a fucking idol movie!"

"I've been looking for it, the greasy senior sister is here."

"I'm going, I never thought that there would be such a beautiful woman in the backward Middle Ages! This face, this small waist, these arms, this skin, how do you take care of them? Tsk tsk, Song Zhen doesn't think she is as beautiful as her."

"Where did a group of unqualified people come from?"

"Dude who complained, didn't you notice that the number of people in the live broadcast room has increased a lot in the past two days? It's normal for dragons and snakes to mix together."

"That's true. How many people are happy to watch the live broadcast every day doing farm work? Now that the live broadcast has rich content, it is normal for the audience to increase."

……

The street was completely silent, and the two of them were relatively silent, but Norman's mind exploded, a lot of voices filled his mind, and various old sayings kept flashing through his left eye.

After a few days of "learning" the ancient language, Norman's mastery of the ancient language has expanded a bit, and now he can already understand part of it.It's just that even if he can understand some of the ancient language, he still can't understand what those voices are saying based on the part of the ancient language he understands.

Of course, these are not important to Norman now.

"Who……"

Norman looked at the person in front of him, and swallowed a word as soon as he popped out of his mouth.

Norman is used to being unable to speak out in dreams, so looking at this face, he seems to be still in a dream, and subconsciously regards himself as unable to speak out.

However, although he had drunk a lot, he was not drunk, and he still knew that this was Cardenas, not his dream, so he shook his head in a dizzy state, and spit out the words with force in his chest.

"who are you?"

As soon as the words came out, there was a breeze, and I felt comfortable.

This was indeed no longer a dream, he was finally able to speak out in front of her.

The two stood facing each other like this, pinching each other's faces... To be honest, the posture of the two of them was a bit strange, but Norman felt that the hand felt good, and he was reluctant to let go for a while.

The woman didn't let go, and she still pinched Norman's cheek, opening her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to answer Norman's question, but the next moment Norman felt that her left hand was empty, and he was still pinching it just now. Ri's cheek suddenly disappeared.Taking a closer look, I suddenly found that in the blink of an eye, this woman had already stood a few steps away from him, and the corners of her mouth that had just raised had calmed down, as he had seen countless times in dreams before. Standing as quietly as you do.

Not even looking at him anymore.

what happened?

Norman looked at her, and his head, which was already a little dizzy from the stimulation of alcohol, was even more painful.

Why does this woman have the same virtue as that old alcoholic Tomas?Everyone likes to chat and suddenly flash aside...

And how did she get there?He didn't see clearly at all.

Before Norman could figure it out, there was a soft crashing sound in the sky, which made him look up involuntarily, and then saw several more people descending from the sky like this woman.

There are middle-aged men in heavy armor, young men in exquisite silver helmets, old men in blue robes... There are five people in total, old and young.

These people, like this woman, were not clean, with mud, blood, and everything. Norman even saw a large black thing stuck to the thick armor of the strong man. From Norman's experience, it looked like burnt Burnt skin is the skin of an unknown animal.

After those people fell from the sky, they consciously surrounded the woman.

The old man in the blue robe closed his eyes after he glanced at Norman. It was obvious that the old man was mentally ill and lacked sleep—Norman thought so in his heart.

Several other people stood naturally, except for a routine look at Norman, they did not look over, and they all looked around calmly.Among them, the two men holding swords also hung their swords around their waists, but they didn't draw them out, and they didn't even put their hands on the hilts.

It seems that these guys are no different from those ordinary people who usually walk on the street, but Norman faintly felt something unusual from the depths of these people's eyes: he had a feeling that if If he dared to move a little now, these guys could tear him to pieces immediately.

"Walk."

A voice came and caught Norman's attention.

It was the woman who was talking.

Norman has imagined what this woman's voice would be like countless times in the past ten years of life-although she doesn't look very good, maybe her voice will be nice?
In these imaginations, he always imagined this woman's voice very beautifully: maybe it was as deep as Yuna, maybe it was as thick as a wild boar, and maybe even as mighty as a spotted tiger...

But the woman's voice was completely different from what he had imagined.

Her voice was clear and light, like a breeze, not powerful, not as beautiful as Norman imagined.

The footsteps of this group of people are fast, Norman is just a god, they have gone far, and they are about to disappear at the corner of the street.

"Hey!"

Norman couldn't care less in a hurry, and shouted loudly towards the other side.But before the words he really wanted to say came out, those people had already disappeared at the corner of the street, and they were no longer to be seen, so his following words could only float gently on the street.

"who the hell are you?……"

But no one responded.

"who the hell are you……"

Norman murmured softly, raised his right hand to his mouth, and subconsciously wanted to take a sip of wine, but suddenly found that the wine glass had disappeared before he knew it. After looking around, he found the wine glass by the wall.When I picked it up, I found that half of the glass of wine inside had been drained long ago, and there was nothing left.

"Waste, waste."

A voice came from his head, and Norman looked up, and found that Thomas Thomas came out again at some point, looking down at him.While talking, the old guy raised the cup to his mouth and gulped down two gulps.

Norman looked at this guy, thinking about the previous events.

"Why did you suddenly run in?"

Thomas just drank, took another sip, then took the cup away from his mouth, sat down on his buttocks, tilted the wooden barrel containing the ale, and slowly filled his cup.

"I'm in a hurry."

Urinary urgency?
Norman recalled Thomas's appearance just now... Well, he was in a hurry, it seemed that he was in a hurry to urinate, but he immediately had a new problem.

"By the way, this house is yours?"

"Yes."

Norman was puzzled again: "Then why do you sleep on the street every day?"

"It's too hot in there."

"That……"

When Tomas was answering, he kept grabbing the time to drink, taking one sip after another. When Norman saw Thomas kept drinking his wine, his heart ached and he stopped talking.He hurriedly poured himself a full cup, took two sips, and felt that it was not so bad. He continued to pull Tomas to talk, licking his face and asked, "Can I sleep in it? It seems that I bought you a drink." For so much ale's sake, my friend. I don't need a bed, you just give me a space."

"no way."

"Don't be so unkind, my friend. You see, you're still drinking my ale."

"Then I won't drink."

"Don't! Let's discuss this matter slowly..."

(End of this chapter)