The cold water is already warm in the belly, and the fish is mixed into fuel that can make people move forward. The fire is gradually extinguished, and the bonfire burning by hay cannot last long. When cheese eats the fish, it is inevitable that there will be no roasted parts. But now is not the time to pick and choose. If you have something to eat and drink with water, it is already the spirits who treat him well. The mage has sufficient reason to believe that he has not offended them too much, otherwise, let alone catching fish with fire, he may starve to death here. Of course, this is also possible because the influence of the spirits on the world is not so subtle and may not be so subtle.

No matter what, he survived, and he would not touch death again for a while. There is nothing to complain about. The most urgent thing now is not to look back, but to think about the next action. The breeze blows through the grass with heat. It is obvious that the wind is mixed with coolness when it sets off, but now it is impossible to feel it at all. The grassland in midsummer is hotter than the place close to the ice field as close to the lion.

Cheese pulled open his clothes and let the wind blow into his chest, getting used to the biting coldness. Such a warm current made people's mood naturally calm down. He did not plan to go back, but it was nothing. Although ordinary people didn't know what happened last night, the shamans must have known that the giant was not Alai. If even the spirits expressed dissatisfaction with him, the mage could easily think of what kind of emotions the mortals who served them would use to receive themselves. It would make it difficult for Bailang and the others to do. Now he is no longer a popular guest. Those who will bring problems should leave with tact.

Is this worth it? Although there was an absolute difference between the giant last night and the real cheese, the mage himself understood that he would never give up the gray robe if he had the conditions. To be honest, he regretted it when the Eagle Spirit captured the gray robe. This is actually quite unreasonable. He did not care about the tower of the valley city; he regarded the room in the gray robe as a prison, and things in the world seemed to be unable to tie the gray robe at all. He wanted to leave, but nothing could be kept except force and friendship. Why do such a free and easy person, such a person who is not attached to things, have to be attached to this robe?

"You are my prison, right?" Cheese lowered his head and murmured at the gray robe in his hand. But although he used a prison to describe this dress, the mage's eyes were extremely gentle. The soft depth was attachment, and he was fascinated by this robe. The gray robe naturally would not have such ability to bewitch people's hearts, which would go against the original intention of it. Therefore, this attachment is Cheese's own.

What is he obsessed with? If he can explain this kind of thing clearly, he will not be really obsessed with it. People often find it difficult to see what they really want, and give up everything for what they seem to want. Such people cannot get liberation because they always have a thought to think about it and pursue it, and will not realize the pain before they get it. What they fear most is that they really get that thing. Only when they look back will they find that they have lost much more than they get, and only the scars are left behind him. Desire but not getting it is suffering; long-term seeking may not be wrong.

Why is it bitter? Such a question is not important to the current cheese. Compared to why he is obsessed with the gray robe, he cares more about his robe. This is inevitable. Although there is magic on the gray robe that can remove dust and dirt, the magic requires a source of energy. If the person wearing the gray robe is an ordinary person, the effect of this magical robe cannot be used for eleven, it is just a durable clothing. Not to mention, this robe has been away from the cheese for a night, and even if the energy inside it has not been exhausted, it will not be given priority for cleaning.

It is easy to clean a robe. If you usually just need to infusing the magic power of cheese or putting the robe on your body, it will naturally remove the stains attached to it by itself. But now, cheese dare not do this. He has just experienced the magic hole. Who knows what the magic power in his body is at this time? What if this magic happens to be the last point? That's not ridiculous to die?

Fortunately, there was a small river in front of the mage. Since he could fish in the river, of course he could wash his clothes in the river. Thinking of this, Cheese stood up and didn't wear the boots he took off when catching the fish anyway. He walked into the river barefoot with barefoot, spreading the gray robe, and letting the water flow slowly soak it. It was strange that it didn't look so dirty, but the water washed with the gray robe really became turbid to the naked eye, leaving a long trace in the river before it was diluted and dissipated again. Feeling the water flowing between hands and feet, the mage's gaze gradually became solid.

"The turbulent and clear stream, my sleeves." The singing voice was filled with the broad spirit unique to the grassland, but the singer's tone was a little hoarse. Cheese raised his head and wanted to find the person who sang. There was no creature bigger than ladybugs except him? At this time, the mage had no magic power and no magic vision. The vision in front of him was extremely real, but a little strange.

"Yangyang Qianxi, wash my clothes." The voice came from the direction of the fish before Cheese. The mage narrowed his eyes and pretended not to care while washing his clothes while carefully approaching. There are still many things hidden in the grass with knees, including many dangerous things. However, in this world, the size of the body is still very telling. At least Cheese's knowledge does not exist and can speak and sing, and can hide in the grass to ambush his things. In view of this, it is better to lean carefully than to not do it at all. It is not his style to sit and wait for death. Just a natural curiosity cannot bear it.

"A long stream of water, carry my crown and hat. The crown and hat float and go with the waves." One of the mage's feet was already stepping on the shore. He pretended to drag his clothes, deliberately turning his back to the sound. In fact, his attention had long been locked in a place in the grass, where the singing came from. He could now run over so quickly to reveal the mystery, but that would inevitably lead to the risk of the gray robe being washed away, so he had to be more patient.

"Ah, I can't get it again! Zhan Xi Yuan, I don't know where. Zhan Xi Yuan, I don't know what..." The song broke. Because the cheese had dragged his robe to the shore and ran over and pushed away the grass. The thing hidden in the grass sing also revealed its true appearance. A skull was the one that the master mistakenly thought was the God of Baccarat. It stood quietly on the ground, where was there any sound?

Skeletons sing. This kind of thing sounds bizarre, but there are always similar stories everywhere, but most of them are nothing more than the wind roaring or similar sounds that passes through the holes on the skeleton. It is said that it is singing, which is mostly caused by the listener's own heart twisting it. So, is it the song that Cheese just heard just now that he fantasized in his mind? But if that's the case, why has he never heard of this song? Not only has he never heard of it, but even the melody has never heard of it. What's more, what he just heard was the voice and spoke very clearly!

He reached out and grabbed the skeleton. The mage raised the empty eye sockets to a height that was level with his eyes, "I can't tell, you are still a singer. I just don't know if this song has a name, so I can pass it on, otherwise I have to call it Skeleton Song."

There was no magic light or strange wind. The skeleton's jaw naturally spread down due to gravity, and then returned and tapped gently on the upper jaw due to inertia. "Skeleton Song, Skeleton Song, Skeleton Song, Skeleton Song, Skeletons can sing, but what can you do if you have skin and flesh?"

"Crack!" The skeleton's jaw fell off. No wonder, this skeleton has been in the grass for a long time, and even the hardest bones on human body cannot resist the erosion of time.

Cheese blinked and looked at the skeleton with no jaw. Has it just spoke again? Or is it just my imagination from the previous song? I don’t know, I can’t tell it clearly and can’t see through it. I just feel the head-heavy and the feet are light, and I just feel the sky is spinning. When my hands are loose, the skeleton falls into the grass. When my feet slip, my whole body falls into the grass.
Chapter completed!