"Oh, by the way, you don't know, Brother Baomu," Xiaolan explained, "He has a special prop. The function of that prop is that he can know the status of the props currently owned by all players."
The long-haired boy didn't comment, only looked away, and also looked at Bao Mu.
His frown deepened, and after a while, the boy's eyes focused on the blue coat in Baomu's arms.
"What's this?"
After Bao Mujing asked him, he remembered that he was holding a little guy in his arms.
The lake blue coat was opened, revealing the head of the little lion inside.
A pair of glass ball-like black eyes trembled with fear. The little lion looked at Baomu, then at Xiaolan, and actually started to moan and cry.
Even for a timid lion cub, the sound of crying still had a certain degree of intimidation, at least it frightened the long-haired boy into silence.
"Well...it has no offensive power," Xiaolan said, "it just looks fierce...if you think it is fierce."
The long-haired boy shook his head blankly. For a long time, as if he had figured out something, he showed an expression of enlightenment.
"I understand...I understand."
Xiaolan and Baomu exchanged glances.
What's wrong with this guy?
"Did you just pick this up?" the long-haired boy asked, pointing at the little lion.
Baomu reached out and stroked the little lion's head and nodded slowly.
"What's wrong?"
"How did you subdue it? How did you pick it up?"
Xiaolan recounted what happened after they separated last night.
"It can still be like this..." After hearing this, the long-haired boy thought to himself, "It's really amazing, it can still be like this..."
"What are you talking about?" Baomu felt something was wrong with this person, so he hid the little lion in his arms.
The long-haired boy looked up and suddenly smiled, "This is not a beast, this is a prop."
This time it was Baomu's turn to be dumbfounded, "What? Who are you talking about?"
Xiaolan's eyes widened as well, "What do you mean? Are you talking about this little lion?"
"It's not a little lion. How can there be a lion that looks like this?" The long-haired boy slowed down and said patiently to Baomu, "It's the Son of Light, a special prop for this level. I was there just now.
I'm surprised, because the last time I saw you, you didn't have any props on you, but now it shows that you have a special prop, and it seems that it is this little thing."
Baomu was speechless, holding up the child of light who was still crying in his arms, "Props?"
"That's right," the long-haired boy said firmly, "in the process of this level, you obtained special props inside the level."
Xiaolan looked at this small black animal with admiration, "This is actually a prop...then is it actually lifeless?"
"Oh no, no, even though it is a prop, it is also alive. It should be said that it is the most special prop. The Son of Light itself is a kind of creature. Of course, it is in the game... I still heard you say that it has
Only after seeing the strangeness of it did I confirm that it is the Son of Light."
"You mean, its day and night forms..."
"Yes, the Son of Light will be blessed by light during the day, and no other creature will threaten its safety. But at night, when it loses light, it loses its protection, so the Son of Light will transform into a black body at night.
Surrounded by that layer of body, the Sons of Light look like ordinary vicious monsters. Usually no other creatures dare to approach them. However, that layer of body is actually just a phantom and cannot truly protect them. Therefore, once
Even if they are attacked, they will still be harmed."
That's why the little guy's mother died.
"In addition, children of light have a very good sense of smell. They are well aware of their disadvantages, so they like to follow human scent to find humans and seek refuge with humans for shelter. You said you heard the sound of it approaching last night.
It must have smelled our scent and came to seek protection, but on the way, it heard the sound of its mother being attacked, so..."
Xiaolan lowered her head and stared at the snoring and crying little lion.
Son of light.
"I think..." Seeing that both of them were a little disappointed, the long-haired boy changed his tone and said, "Don't blame yourself. This child of light is still a cub. The reason why it goes out to look for humans at night is because
It must be because its mother has been injured. In this case, there is no other way. This jungle is inherently dangerous, both for us and other creatures in the forest."
Xiao Lan heard that the long-haired boy wanted to comfort them, so although she was not comforted, Xiao Lan still puffed up her cheeks in a pretense of cheer and asked, "Then since it is a prop, it must have some powerful function."
Bar?"
"Huh?" The long-haired boy seemed to be really confused this time.
Baomu also looked over.
"Function..." The long-haired boy elegantly smoothed his long hair and tucked the strand of hair behind his ears, "It's very cute."
Gone.
"What are you talking about?" Xiaolan blinked blankly, "I'm very cute. Not only cute, I can also fight. Tell me, what can it do?"
The long-haired boy crossed his arms and looked at the little guy with tears on his face seriously, "It has no function."
So...
So.
This is a guy who is blown away by the wind and can only act cute and coquettish... special props?
Xiaolan shut her mouth, "Can we throw away the special props?"
"Xiaolan..."
"Throw? How can you throw props away?" The long-haired boy was very surprised. "Props can only be used. Once used, they are gone."
The question is, how to use this little guy?
It's completely useless!
Do you want to use it to cute the enemy to death? Until its cuteness is immune to the enemy?
However, this little guy is so cute.
Xiaolan pouted and looked at the Child of Light who kept crying.
Maybe she will actually be cute to death.
The two boys had already coaxed the crying Son of Light, and Xiaolan lowered her shoulders as she looked at the gradually dying wind around her.
I really have no choice but to take it with me.
The little guy finally stopped crying, and Baomu also raised his head and looked into the distance.
"The wind has stopped, let's set off."
Xiaolan nodded.
The long-haired boy followed the two of them very naturally.
The two took a few steps before they realized something was wrong. Baomu turned his head to look at the long-haired boy with an innocent expression, and asked tactfully, "You...do you want to come with us?"
"Where are you going?" the boy asked.
"Let's go find its mother," Xiaolan pointed to the Son of Light, "Of course, it's...the corpse."
Unexpectedly, the long-haired boy's eyes lit up, "Then let's go together."