The Righteous Player(s)

"The original sacred bones..."

Citalopram murmured.

Although she didn't know anything about the power of the sacred bones, it didn't affect her understanding of what kind of concept it was.

She knows that the "dying" of the third era refers to the modern golden stage.

In other words, the "Holy Skeleton" is a kind of guarantee that also requires a golden rank to be qualified, basically equivalent to the supernatural power of the godhead. It is even limited to a few copies all over the world, which is extremely rare and not mass-produced or reproducible.

-And Boffis' mother, actually has the ability to get a piece of sacred bones?

Even the oldest and theoretically the most powerful "justice" skeleton!

Even if it can't be awakened, just count its collection value... This is probably one of the most valuable treasures in the world.

"...Your mother, is that a big shot?"

Citalopram asked cautiously.

Could it be that Boffis is still a eldest lady of the elves?

Seeing that Citalopram looked nervous, Boffis couldn't help but laughed out loud.

When she smiled, she politely covered her mouth with the sleeve of her right arm, showing a kind of noble temperament faintly.

"It depends on how you look~"

The corners of Boffis's mouth raised.

She floated around the citalopram, the white gauze skirt swinging in the air like a fishtail, and lightly patted the citalopram on the face.

If Boffis is still alive, I must be able to smell her scent...

But because both of them are now in a state of soul, Citalopram can only vaguely feel a very slight sense of contact. It's like the hot smoke from a scented candle hitting the face.

So Citalopram stretched out his hand without hesitation, grabbed Boffis's skirt, and wanted to pull at his side.

"Oh-"

Boffis let out a lovely cry, and quickly reached out to hold down her skirt, and repeatedly pleaded for mercy: "Don't be like this, Miss Citalopram!"

"There is no one else here..."

"Seniors are still watching!"

Boffis continued to scream.

Only then did Citalopram realize that those Wangzi QQ candies are looking here...

She couldn't help but let go of Bophis gently.

…Is it so shy when the clothes are so beautiful?

So she licked her lips again.

Deterred by the eyes of Citalopram's carnivores, Boffis shivered in the air, then floated back two steps. It wasn't until she was separated by three positions from Citalopram that she finally blushed and sorted out her clothes that were a little messy because of the struggle.

"Mom...cough, mother she," Boffis whispered, "she is the commander of the Stormwind Legion."

"Storm Corps?"

Citalopram asked curiously.

Boffis gave a hum, and explained in a low voice, "That is an air force composed entirely of wind dancers and griffins. The griffin may have been perished... It is the darling of the wind, and its claws can easily tear the atmosphere. , Wings can roll up hurricanes, even if they fly above clouds, they can penetrate enemies locked on the ground by thunder and hurricanes.

"We wind dancers are a profession that can walk, run, and jump in the atmosphere, and can swim dexterously in the air like a fish... I am a wind dancer.

"Of course... Wind Dancer can't fly as high as a Griffon. But at least a few tens of meters above the ground is still very easy."

Speaking of this, Boffis's crisp tone is unconcealable pride: "If I am still alive, it will be fine, you can let you hug me."

"…Ok?"

"No, it's not!"

Boffis quickly realized what was wrong with her words, and she blushed immediately: "I mean-you can let you hold me and experience how light my body is!"

"How light is it?" Citalopram asked desperately.

"The stronger the wind dancer, the lighter the weight-I weigh less than 20 pounds!"

"...Hey, that's really light!"

Citalopram was really a little surprised, and even a little envious: "Will you eat fat then? Become... a light ball?"

Her first reaction was actually... If her body is so light, wouldn't it mean she won't sag?

But considering that there are still male players watching the live broadcast, in order to protect their image of a lady, Citalopram did not ask this directly.

To be honest, a little bit envious...

"No way!"

Boffis made a very strong reaction: "I also have a good control of my body—"

"That means you still eat fat?"

"...It will be."

Boffis turned her head slightly and muttered in a low voice: "And male wind dancers will deliberately gain weight...because the weapon will still have some weight even after weight loss.

"In order to balance the weight of the weapon, it is necessary to increase the muscles of the whole body. On this basis, additional metal boots must be worn."

"It's not easy..."

Citalopram exclaimed, "Is your mother of the golden order? Ah, no... I mean, the dye order?"

"I can understand the golden rank..."

Boffis nodded, and said helplessly: "We also used curses to carry things. But at that time, we had to be more detailed on the Transcendent level.

"The road to sublimation is just like the process of alchemy... Corruption, calcination, condensation, purification, dissolution, dyeing, and sublimation are difficult to understand, right? This is actually a metaphor for the process of smelting copper into gold. The first two stages are , To use bronze as a carrier, the middle two are silver, dissolving and dyeing are gold... and sublimation is the state after getting the book of truth.

"And my mother is not a dye-level, and in a strict sense, it can't be regarded as a golden-level...because she has already got her own book of truth."

"…what?"

Upon hearing this, Citalopram was startled.

In the Third Age, I got the Book of Truth... Is it possible that Bophis’s mother has become a god?

"...Can I ask, which book is it?"

"It's okay to tell you."

Bophis sighed, and said with some melancholy: "Mom didn't enter this ceremony back then...because she was not here but in the royal capital. Now if her mother hadn't died, she would have become a god...

"But if she really became a god, but never came to me...I would rather..."

When she said this, her expression became a little gloomy.

"Hey, speaking of it, UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Hearing this, Citalopram remembered the situation on the delicious goose, so he interrupted the previous topic: "Do you know the road to degeneration?" "

"…of course I know."

Boffis nodded slightly and became serious: "But you better not touch it.

"The devil... but we finally exterminated it."

"'You'? Or'we'?"

"It's us'."

Boffis was a little surprised: "Isn't there any teaching in your history books?

"We Osser...In the Second Age, it was because the land we lived was occupied by demons that we escaped into the desert.

"—'Oser' means'flee, escape'."

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