Elf Archer of Life in Another World

The layout of Bagua City is very special, one of which is that all roads, large and small, are connected throughout the city, and there is no dead end in the city.

The heaven and earth are established when the vital energy circulates, and everything is used by creation. When the Bagua City was first built, Mingtang called it the place where the nine qi of Xuanjing gathered together. The nine qi were condensed, and the sun, moon and stars became bright.

In order to keep the breath of Bagua City flowing and live without being stiff, not only is there not a single dead end in the city, but there is also not a single street that is completely dark.

"The designers of Bagua City must be very happy that you can pick such a corner." Stepping into the alley every year, the sun was like a cloak behind her, blown away by the dark wind in the alley.

"I have a mission for you." Simil said calmly, with no expression on his face.

Nian Nian scratched her head. She thought she had a pretty good relationship with Simil, but she didn't expect that after not seeing each other for a long time, they no longer even exchanged pleasantries with each other.

"Then what is the mission?" In line with the principle of not talking nonsense to acquaintances, Niannian asked directly, and he was also looking forward to what benefits the camp boss would give him this time.

After all, the situation is complicated now, and she is the only new force on Simil's side that can fight every year (the bandits will probably have to hide for a while). The mission Simil assigned to him at this time must be very powerful and important, and the reward

"Assassinate the Imperial Preceptor."

"What?" Nian Nian asked in disbelief, picking his ears to make sure he heard correctly.

"I want you to go to Chang'an and assassinate the Imperial Preceptor." Simil repeated expressionlessly, with a calm tone, as if he just asked Nian Nian to buy an orange.

"Wtf?" Niannian couldn't help but cursed, and finally saw a crack on Simil's ice face.

"Is this your new way of joking?" Nian Nian still wanted to confirm, although Simil's eyes told her that he was serious.

"Why should I joke with you?"

Simil's tone was cold, and the hidden meaning in the short sentence made Niannian calm down instantly. She carefully observed Simil's expression.

"I refuse."

After Nian Nian said three words seriously, he immediately turned around, raised his eyelids to adjust to the sunlight, shook his head and walked out.

"Don't you want to know why you can't log off?"

step.

"Don't you want to get your lost memory back?"

Two steps.

"You don't want to know who you are"

"Shut the fuxk up!" Nian Nian turned around again, word by word, as if he wanted to nail these four words into Simil's body.

"Come to take over the mission." Simil raised his eyebrows, seeming a little proud.

"What are you going to do? Or did you take the wrong medicine today?"

Nian Nian stood there without moving, the darkness in the alley was slowly receding, but a thicker black shadow spread under Nian Nian's feet, and stood still in front of Simil with the sloping sunset.

Simil's face became more and more blurred, and his thoughts became more and more unpredictable every year.

"Well, no matter whether you have taken medicine or not, or you have taken the wrong medicine, as an NPC who performs his duties, you have to say something more, right?"

Returning to the topic every year, I just made some of the words in this sentence more sarcastic.

Simil sighed and took a step forward. The shadows of the two people overlapped, and he took another step.

"You go to Chang'an and participate in the imperial court's caravan guard selection. After passing the selection, you will meet the Imperial Guard. At least before you set off, the Imperial Guard will show his face."

"Then what? You want me to hold my bow and shoot him to death with one arrow in front of the public, and then be hacked to death with random knives?"

"The national preceptor is the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer." Simir did not answer, but just looked into Nian Nian's eyes.

"I've already guessed it, so what?" Nian Nian stared back not to be outdone.

"..." Not getting the expected response, Simil frowned, as if he wanted to ask about the details he learned every year, but in the end he chose to remain silent.

The setting sun was approaching the horizon, and the early night breeze kept passing through the alleys. Nian Nian suddenly remembered the cloak Qi Youfeng gave her, glanced at Simir, and took out the box Qi Youfeng gave her.

Nian Nian had just put the cloak on her body, and there seemed to be a wonderful sense of connection between her and the cloak. She raised her hand and touched the collar, her fingers lingered on the unbuttoning area for a moment, and she felt out the bindings of this piece of equipment.

Determine the way.

The brand-new cloak is shaken out every year, and the fine and delicate decorations on the cloak are shining slightly, and the light source comes from the girl's smiling emerald eyes.

Is emerald a warm color?

Looking into Nian Nian's eyes, Simil suddenly thought of such a question.

He watched quietly. It seemed that the material of the cloak was very good. The comfortable latte color flowed over the girl's shoulders. The drooping texture mixed with the elegant and flying lightness made people wonder whether this cloak really existed.

.

Light?

Simil raised his hand to rub his eyes and took a closer look. The cloak was still the same, but it seemed to have an extra layer of translucent cover.

So, does it really float into the sky every year?

What skill is this? Floating in the air? Can you fly?

Simil raised his head and looked at Nian Nian, who was floating higher and higher. He was a little unable to react in time, and the confusion on his face was clearly revealed.

Nian Nian was hanging in the air, feeling a little at a loss because she found that she seemed unable to get down. She lowered her head and looked at Simil awkwardly for a while, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Almost at the same time, Simil couldn't help but smile. He quickly lowered his head and coughed. Then he looked up and found that Nian Nian was moving around in the sky. Sometimes he spread his limbs, sometimes he hugged his knees and balled up, and finally waved vigorously.

Click your hands.

"well......"

"What's going on with you?"

Simil reluctantly floated to Niannian's side using his aerial skills, and held a corner of her cloak to prevent her from floating upwards any further.

"This cloak comes with floating..."

Nian Nian feels that her cheeks are very hot, and she really wants to find a crack in the ground to drill into. However, the distance from the ground is only suitable for her to find a horizontal crack in the wall.

"What is the specific description? What is the principle?" Simil looked at Nian Nian's wandering eyes, suppressed his smile, and asked slightly stiffly.

"Adjust the weight to lift or lower."

"How did you float just now?" Simir was also exposed to this kind of equipment for the first time, so it was difficult to judge the logic easily.

"Imagine yourself becoming lighter, as light as a feather." Tell it truthfully every year.

"Then why can't you get down?"

"...I'm afraid that I will fall directly into the ground." Every year, I want to make myself heavier, but I have never been able to figure out how "heavy" it should be. What if it is too heavy and I turn into a lump of iron?

manage?

"Smashed into the ground?"

Simil immediately understood Nian Nian's logic, smiled lightly, and reminded:

"Don't think about how much you weigh. It might be better to think about it the other way around."

"in turn?"

Nian Nian obediently changed his mind and tried again, and sure enough, his whole body began to slowly fall downwards.

"You can practice more usually. Since you are adjusting the weight, maybe you can think about it from the perspective of gravity."

Simil also followed Nian Nian's whereabouts and stepped on the ground at the same time as her.

Nian Nian turned around and felt a little resistance from the cloak. He looked down and saw that Simil's hand was still clutching a corner of the cloak. Simil was awakened by this sight and hurriedly took a few steps back and retreated to the wall.

In the dark.

Amidst Simil's heavy footsteps, Nian Nian looked at his smooth cloak and the heat on his face quickly receded, as if nothing had happened just now.

"The national master is the Nine-Colored Immortal Deer. His two restrictions disrupted the original layout, especially shortening the preparation period for the caravan trip, causing Chinese players to lose a period of time to increase their strength."

Nian Nian said while adjusting his clothes.

"I heard some things from Jiuse Dengxianlu." After Simil finished speaking, he saw Nian Nian shrugging indifferently.

"I thought you could be more honest." Nian Nian looked up at him.

"Accept the mission, do the mission, and after the mission is completed, I will tell you whatever you want to know." Simil said calmly.

"I don't want to take on a suicide mission." Nian Ni has a tough attitude.

"...Well," Simil hesitated for a while, then compromised, "I don't have to force the assassination, just sneak into the caravan."

"Then what?"

"I will come to you again."

"Are you going to threaten me again, or are you going to give me answers?"

Nian Nian took one step forward. Although he was not tall, he still felt an inexplicable sense of oppression, which made Simil take a small step back again.

Nian Nian suddenly felt that he had rushed into a black hole recklessly. The light in front of him had a distorted illusion. Also distorted was Simil's voice:

"If the assassination is successful, I will give you the answer. If the assassination is unsuccessful, I will give you unlimited opportunities."