Three hundred and twentieth eight chapters network bride
North District Port of Beta Town.
A long and narrow old street outside the Lin Goods Market.
This is one of the oldest streets in the North District. The bluestone paved on the street has turned black and is covered with many large and small potholes. Slippery green moss crawls between the stone cracks.
On the inner side of the street are street-facing shops of varying heights. Due to the invasion of moisture, many of the walls have long since peeled off, revealing pale mortar. On the outer side of the street is a row of low guardrails. Under the railings is a flood control embankment where the Silent River flows.
It flows quietly underneath, like a piece of green glass.
In the early morning, there were few pedestrians on the old street. Because of its proximity to the water, the street was still filled with a light mist, making it look increasingly empty and lonely. Except for the patrolling wizards, all the guests coming and going were in a hurry.
But in this loneliness and haste, there was a young woman pushing a stroller slowly forward.
The young woman was about 20 years old, with dark hair on her temples, fair skin, wearing wooden clogs, and wearing a large black fur sleeves - this was very strange, because in the North District, it was rare to see such an elegantly dressed witch walking around.
Such a shabby old street.
The small wheels of the stroller rolled over the small stone pits, making a clicking sound, accompanied by the creaking of the witch's clogs, which could be heard far away in the morning mist.
Turning the corner, a hungover drunkard staggered out of the morning mist holding a bottle of Kraken Rum.
He hummed a chaotic ballad that no one could understand. He would raise his neck from time to time and take a few sips of spicy wine. Then, with his eyes red from the carnival and the wine, he stared at the place where no one paid any attention to him.
world.
Click, click, click.
The drunkard heard a strange sound, and he looked around. Out of the mist, an elegant young witch pushing a stroller walked slowly towards him.
He shook his head and took a deep breath.
He seemed to smell a hint of fragrant fragrance, which instantly reminded him of the girl he had gone into the woods with more than ten years ago. He remembered her smoothness, her warmth, and the nervous trembling of the two of them.
Another mouthful of Kraken Rum fell into his stomach, and the liquid entered his mouth, flushing his face, burning his esophagus, warming his stomach, and then continued all the way down, making his lower abdomen hot.
Snapped!
He smashed the wine bottle onto the stone pavement, causing a small splinter of glass to appear. The drunkard stretched out his hand and stopped in front of the stroller, preventing the black fusode from moving forward.
"Beauty, hiccup, accompany your brother, drink, hiccup!"
He spoke loudly and yelled, and his voice echoed far in the empty streets: "Brother, Hiccup, you will be a wizard soon! Hiccup!"
As he said that, he patted the cloth pocket with several frogs on his waist like a showoff - this is almost a standard equipment for people in the North District. Regardless of whether they have been accepted into the Gini Hut, every North District person will prepare such a bag.
pocket, and then stuff a few frogs into the bag.
After all, you still have to have dreams, just in case they come true.
The witch was frightened. She grabbed the armrest of the stroller and subconsciously took a step back. At the same time, she called out in a low voice and looked around, as if expecting a passerby to help.
Her cry was like a frightened kitten. This thought came to the drunkard's mind inexplicably, and he felt that the rum he had taken before was getting hotter in his stomach.
He followed the witch's gaze and looked around fiercely.
There were not many pedestrians in the morning mist, but there was a thin figure in a black robe not far away. He was looking here curiously. After noticing the ferocious gaze of the drunkard, he seemed to feel scared and shrank back.
After returning to the corner, there was no trace of him.
The drunkard feels more and more comfortable.
"Don't be afraid!" he shouted, pulling the stroller closer to him, and at the same time reaching out to try to grab the witch's wrist: "Just have a little drink... let's go together, let's go together, burp!"
The witch whispered something, but because her voice was too low, the drunkard couldn't hear her clearly. Moreover, she kept her head down, looking at the baby in the stroller, making it difficult for people to see her face clearly.
"What did you say?" The drunkard leaned forward and tilted his head, trying to see the witch's face clearly.
The witch timidly shrank back, revealing her soft face, willow eyebrows and moon eyes, white teeth and red lips, and her voice was sweet and pleasant:
"Do you want to be his dad?"
This time, the drunkard finally heard what the witch said clearly, and he was overjoyed: "I think so! Yes! If you don't mind, I will be his father from now on!"
There was a hint of surprise in the witch's eyes, and she reached out and grabbed the drunkard's arm, her voice a little urgent: "Since he is also your child, you should also give him a hug and kiss him."
The drunkard opened his mouth in confusion, feeling that something was wrong.
But the beauty's request could not be refused. He bent down obediently, put his head into the stroller, and planned to smear some saliva on the child's face.
The swaddling clothes were tightly wrapped, leaving only a pair of small dark eyes exposed.
"I can't kiss you." The drunkard muttered, "His face is too small."
"Untie the rope and you can kiss him." The witch's sweet voice sounded behind him.
The rope on the swaddling clothes was untied, revealing the baby's chubby cheeks and small mouth. Even a drunkard with malicious intentions couldn't help but open his mouth and smile after seeing this angelic little guy.
laugh.
"It's so beautiful." He admired.
"It stinks," the child muttered, stretched out his fleshy little hands from under the swaddling clothes, stretched out to the drunkard, and complained at the same time: "This is junk food, right... Will eating it cause diarrhea?"
Compared with that angelic and beautiful face, his voice seemed hoarse and low, like a zombie that had just crawled out of the coffin.
Then in the drunkard's frightened eyes, the little hands stretched out from under the swaddling clothes became longer and longer, and the skin on the little hands also changed from tender and smooth at the fingertips, to plump on the back of the hand, to tight and tight on the wrist, and then to the skinny and thin arm.
, until the skinny anti-joints and fine white bristles are exposed.
And as the little hands opened wider and wider, the other legs that were originally hidden under the swaddling clothes slowly came out, spread out, and hugged the drunkard's back, pulling him towards the car.
At the same time, the little guy also opened his mouth, and his chubby cheeks were pulled and tightened by his jaw. The small mouth opened to an incredible angle and continued to open, even bigger than his head.
The drunkard can see the fangs in the big mouth, as well as the traces of flesh remaining between the recurved fangs.
"Help...help!!!"
He finally woke up to the monster he encountered, screamed, struggled, and tried to escape from the stroller.
But then he stepped lightly, and a pair of catkins hugged his legs and stuffed him into the stroller. The drunkard could only press his hands against the railing of the car while continuing to shout for help.
"There's no one around," the beautiful woman's voice came from behind him, looking a little impatient: "The only passerby just now was scared away by you... Don't struggle too hard, the blood will get into the meat, and the taste will be too fishy...