After sending a "no," Chu Changge didn’t reply, who knows what he’s busy with.
showed up and said a few words instead.
[007]: I’m already waiting at the entrance of Ga City, you can spot at a glance.
Such a considerate 007.
By this ti, Gu Mian had already reached the forest periter, surrounded only by large trees with leaves swaying slightly in the wind. The people he had created before reverting the save were gone; looks like his sesa seeds of disappearance indeed worked.
Slaughter, leading the way up front, suddenly stopped and scanned the deserted forest.
"What’s up?" Gu Mian asked him.
Slaughter withdrew his gaze and replied after a few seconds, "Nothing, were the people you created before reverting the save wandering here?"
The little flying eyeball nestled on Slaughter’s shoulder diligently relayed the sound from the helt.
Gu Mian nodded, "Yes."
"Looks like they’ve all disappeared." Slaughter continued to walk forward.
"Are you happy?" "Are you happy?" The robot dog following at their heels barked its only line as it trotted along.
Seeing its short legs struggling to keep up, Gu Mian bent down to scoop up the dog and walked forward with it.
This dog wasn’t reverted to its original position, who knows how the delivery truck it drove outside the forest is now.
When reverting the save, that vehicle wasn’t by his side. Gu Mian thinks it likely disappeared.
"I forgot everything about us eting before reverting the save. You said the delivery truck you drove... where was it?" By this ti, the two and the dog had reached the forest’s edge. Slaughter turned his helt towards Gu Mian.
There was no obstruction ahead, just an open space. Gu Mian stared at the open space: "Gone..."
"Probably reverted the save," Slaughter also looked at the open space, "Without transportation, it’ll take you a long ti to walk back, right?"
He could walk to NPC Street and grab another delivery truck.
But considering he had a few delivery tasks to complete nearby, doing so would waste a lot of ti. If anything unexpected happened, he might not make it to the variety show.
Slaughter thought for two seconds and looked at Gu Mian: "I have a black-gold, large fuel tank, single-cylinder water-cooled engine motorcycle. You can go back with and ride it."
Gu Mian: "?"
How co he didn’t see this motorcycle when he ca, and was it necessary to describe it in such detail? Are you selling motorcycles?
"No need," Gu Mian thought of a good idea. He put the dog on the ground, clasped his hands together, and made a wishing gesture, "We have an invincible Evil God Wish Machine."
Slaughter opened his mouth to stop him but thought of sothing and closed it halfway.
He started wishing, "I hope the heavens bless with a black-gold, large fuel tank, single-cylinder water-cooled engine motorcycle..."
The dog on the ground kept looking for its presence with "Are you happy?"
Realizing he still had to carry a dog, Gu Mian added, "And a basket for the dog on the back seat."
Soon, an abstract motorcycle appeared.
Due to Gu Mian’s special constitution and the inherent dangers of riding a motorcycle, he wasn’t very familiar with motorcycles, let alone aware of what a single-cylinder water-cooled engine was.
So before them appeared a motorcycle with a large water jar attached to the back seat. Upon closer inspection, there was even a wicker basket inside the jar, presumably the dog’s seat.
The large gas tank was also materialized; the bike’s body was almost entirely occupied by the gas tank, except for the two wheels and the handlebars and seat, every other place was a fuel tank.
Slaughter’s brow twitched twice, probably not expecting Gu Mian to exploit the wishing chanism so thoroughly or create sothing so outrageous.
"A bit twisted," Slaughter honestly comnted.
Wonder if it can be used...
Gu Mian placed the dog in the basket in the large jar and sat down on the front seat, twisting the throttle. The motorcycle surprisingly started up.
Gu Mian looked up at Slaughter: "Looks like it works."
Though it didn’t look good, it was very functional.
"Then you..." Slaughter originally intended to wish Gu Mian a safe trip but felt it was unlikely given the twisted motorcycle, so he changed his words, "Then be careful on the road."
"Uh-huh," Gu Mian agreed.
When he was a child, every day when he went from the orphanage to school, the dean would always tell him this. When he returned to the orphanage after school, the teacher would always tell him to be careful on the road.
But they weren’t master wizards, their words were useless no matter how many tis they said. Bad luck was bad luck, and over ti, Gu Mian got tired of this aningless advice and would dismiss it with a couple of "uh-huhs" when hearing it again.
Seeing the dog sitting neatly in the basket, Gu Mian plopped into the driver’s seat: "I still have a few deliveries to complete before joining the variety show, ti is tight, I’m off."
Saying this, Gu Mian rembered sothing and sincerely advised Slaughter: "By the way, you better not attend that variety show."
On hearing this, Slaughter guessed Gu Mian was likely planning to cause so incidents at the show, so he nodded, supporting the helt, and also sincerely advised, "The control range of the statue is large, you better think more positive thoughts on your way... and after leaving here as well, happiness is the most important."
Gu Mian thought he was a bit odd, Slaughter’s character suddenly seed like a psychologist helping with emotional guidance.
Slaughter continued, "You and your partner need a fitting identity to join the variety show. I have a friend in Crazy Ga City who owns a photo studio on the second floor, nad ’Catch Turtles in the Sky Photo Studio.’ Go there and tell the manager I sent you, he’ll help you create fake identities."
Catch Turtles in the Sky Photo Studio?
Gu Mian thought this studio’s na was even more abstract than the motorcycle beneath him. He silently repeated the na twice to rember it, then said, "Got it, you’re such a good person."
He bid farewell to Slaughter, twisted the throttle, and rode off. The motorcycle zood down the road, zooming past dense trees in the forest.
All dogs probably share the sa habit of loving the scenery along the way when taking a ride.
The chanical dog in the back struggled to climb up the edge of the jar, extending its head and sniffing around with its steel nose, occasionally marveling at the roadside scenery, though it could only express itself in one phrase regardless.
"Are you happy?" "Are you happy?"
Hearing the robot dog in the back start again, Gu Mian glanced at the dog head atop the jar edge through the rearview mirror.
The motorcycle hadn’t gone too far yet. Through the mirror, he could still see Slaughter at the end of the road. Slaughter’s figure in the mirror was already shrinking infinitely, Gu Mian thought he saw him taking off that heavy helt.
Before he could see clearly, the motorcycle had completely exited the forest, and Slaughter’s figure had disappeared from the rearview mirror.
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