MTL - Monument of Life and Death-Chapter 61 Grand Master Chair

  Chapter 61 Grand Master Chair

weird stuff?

   Xiaolan raised the flashlight and shot it around.

  Isn’t there something weird here? Am I going to find out the strangest thing?

The flashlight is not too bright anymore, it can only shine on a small area in front of you, and the faint yellow light lazily hits it, seeing everything is foggy, the painting just now is still Xiaolan lying on the painting, by outside the door The light is barely able to see clearly.

   "Flowers, can you increase the brightness of the world?"

   "...you asked too much," Huatu squeezed this sentence from between her teeth, "Do you think you are playing a game? Are you really afraid that I will throw you out..."

   "I really can't see clearly..." Xiaolan stood up and shook the flashlight twice, "I can't see clearly, I can't figure it out, and I'll be scolded by you, what can I do..."

  The flower bush was choked again.

  How could this person seek help from the NPC so naturally?

Is    really stupid? Still simple and thick-skinned.

  "Help, help, help..." Xiaolan shook the flashlight, with a special expression on her face.

  I really can’t help it, so annoying!

   "Alright!" The flowers ran out of patience, and yelled to Xiaolan viciously, "Just don't use the flashlight when it is dead. Turn off the flashlight and see if you are blind!"

  Turn off the flashlight.

  The moment the light source was dimmed, it suddenly went black, and Xiaolan was taken aback by the short darkness, thinking that she was really blind.

  However, after a brief period of darkness, everything in the room gradually revealed its true shape. Just now, it was only through two layers of light to vaguely see the outline of things, but at this moment it became extremely clear.

   "Wow! Flower bush thank you!"

  "Thank me, why..." Hua Cong's mouth was still very hard, but the smile behind her words betrayed her, "My world itself doesn't need to be seen by light..."

   Xiaolan blinked and scanned every corner with her big eyes, wishing to lie on the ground looking for the strangest things.

   "What's the strangest..." muttering to himself while searching.

   Xiaolan looked around the corners of the room, thinking about whether to look outside, and ran his fingers across the handle of the chair. Xiaolan no longer cared about dust or not.

  Master chair?

   Xiaolan froze and looked down at the Grand Master's chair under his fingertips.

  Since the buildings here are all classical, the appearance of the Grand Master Chair may not be particularly weird, but among the dusty chairs, this clean chair is very weird.

  The chair that my finger is running across is no different from other chairs in appearance, but this chair is actually bright and clean, almost spotless.

  In order to confirm that it is special, Xiaolan ran to all the chairs and touched it, and the palms turned black.

  Only this one, this chair, so different.

  Looking from left to right, the grand division chairs in the room seem to be placed randomly at first glance, but this chair happens to be in the middle of the five grand division chairs.

  There must be an answer on this chair.

  Xiaolan began to investigate this chair in detail. She wanted to lift it up to see if there was a problem with the legs of the chair, but found that the chair was fixed on the ground and could not be moved at will, which confirmed its speciality.

  The back of the chair, will it be the back of the chair...

   Xiaolan knelt on the chair and looked behind it.

   "It's so stupid!" Hua Cong's complaint suddenly sounded from the top of her head, "The chair is for sitting, don't use my chair to do extra things!"

  Sit in a chair, is this a hint of flowers?

   Xiaolan raised her head awkwardly, turned and sat down in a chair.

  The surface of the chair is smooth and strong, but it is not very strange.

   A slightly cool feeling rose, Xiaolan looked ahead, and the whole person was surrounded by a wonderful atmosphere.

  This grand teacher's chair is in the center of the room, looking out along the door of the room. Outside the room is the bluestone floor where I was lying on my stomach when I woke up. Looking further away, it is another room.

  The light rain was still pattering underground, hitting the slab ground that had formed a shallow shallow water beach, Xiaolan, through the fine rain, tried to look towards the house in front.

  A hexagonal rear window is facing him, and what's in the window is shaking in a shadowy manner.

  (End of this chapter)