However, although he was drunk, he still knew that this was Cardenas, not his dream, so he shook his head and chest in a daze and tried to spit it out.
"Who are you?"
When the words are spoken, the breeze blows on my face and I feel comfortable.
This is really not a dream anymore, and he can finally get out in front of her.
Two people are pinching each other’s faces face to face like this … To tell the truth, this posture is really strange, but Norman feels that it feels good and he can’t let go at the moment.
The woman didn’t let go, and she still pinched Norman’s cheek and mouth slightly, as if to answer Norman’s question. But for a moment, Norman felt that his left hand had just been pinched by him, and his cheek had disappeared. Then, when you look intently, you will find that it was a blink of an eye. The woman had just raised her mouth several paces away from him and calmed down, as she had seen in his dreams several times.
Even the line of sight didn’t let him go.
What’s going on?
Norman looked at her and was a little dizzy with alcohol, and his head was more painful.
Why is this woman just like Thomas, the old drunkard? Everyone likes to chat and suddenly step aside …
And how did she get there? He didn’t see it clearly at all
Before Norman could think about it, the sound of the sky made him look up involuntarily, and then he saw several people falling from the sky like this woman
There are mature men in heavy armor, young men in delicate silver helmets and old men in blue robes … There are five people in all, old and young.
These people, like this woman, are not clean, with dirt and blood. Norman even saw the thick armor of the mature man with a large piece of black stuff stuck to it. Norman experienced it as burnt skin, but he didn’t know what animal skin it was.
Those men fell from the sky and surrounded the woman consciously.
The old man in blue robe looked at Norman and then closed his eyes. Obviously, the elderly are mentally ill and lack sleep-Norman thought so in his heart.
Several other people naturally looked at Norman, but they didn’t look at him again. They all looked around calmly, and the two men holding swords hung their swords around their waists and didn’t pull them out, even without putting their hands on the hilt.
It seems that these guys are peaceful and often walk the streets, and there is no difference between ordinary people. However, Norman faintly feels something unusual from the depths of these people’s eyes. He has a feeling that if he dares to move a little now, these guys can tear him to pieces at once.
"Go"
A sound attracted Norman’s attention.
It was that woman who spoke.
Norman has imagined several times in his life over the past ten years what this woman’s voice will be like-although she is not very good-looking, her voice may be beautiful.
In these imaginations, he always imagines this woman’s voice as beautiful, perhaps as deep as You Na, perhaps as thick as a mountain pig, or even as mighty as a spotted tiger …
But this woman’s voice is quite different from his imagination.
Her voice is clear and light, like a breeze, not powerful, not as beautiful as Norman thought
These people are fast-paced. Norman is a god. They have gone so far that they are about to disappear around the corner.
"hey!"
Norman was in a hurry and called to the earth over there, but before he really wanted to speak, those people had disappeared around the corner and could no longer be seen, so his words could float gently down the street.
"Who are you …? ……”
But no one responded.
"Who the hell are you …"
Norman muttered softly, raised his right hand to his mouth and consciously wanted a sip of wine, but suddenly he found that the glass had disappeared. He found the glass by the wall after looking for it. When he picked it up, he found that half a glass of wine had already drained away.
"waves"
A sound came from the head. Norman looked up and found that Thomas this guy didn’t know when he came out again. He was looking at him from a commanding height, saying that the old guy was holding the cup to his mouth and slurping it for two times.
Norman looked at this guy and thought about the past.
"Why did you suddenly run in just now?"
Thomas drank and took a sip before he took the cup away from his mouth and sat down. He tilted the barrel of ale and slowly filled it for himself.
"I have an urgent need to pee."
Urgency?
Norman recalled Thomas just now … well, he was in a hurry, as if he was really in a hurry, but his horse had a new problem.
"By the way, is this room you?"
"yes"
Norman was puzzled again. "Then why do you sleep in the street every day?"
"It’s too hot in there."
"That …"
When Tomas answered, he kept holding on to drinking one mouthful after another. When Norman saw Tomas drinking his wine, his heart ached and his words stopped. He quickly filled himself with a cup and drank two eloquences. He felt less lost. He continued to pull Tomas to talk and licked his face and asked, "Can I sleep inside?" Look, I bought you so much ale, my friend. I don’t need a bed. Just give me a piece of land. "
"No way"
"Don’t be so heartless, my friend. Look, you’re still drinking my ale."
"Then I won’t drink."