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Chapter 513 Come here, let me make up the magic again 1
When the final system prompt sounded, Yan Luo returned to the system space, and the childish and delicate emotions were suddenly withdrawn from his body, and Yan Luo exhaled slightly.

There was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and his wrist moved slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"My host, the mission is complete~!"

"Little Pink, do you feel that these planes are a bit indescribable?"

"What, what?" Little Pink's cheerful tone paused slightly, a little weirdly, and then said again, "Dear host, I've done my best! The world can learn from it!!"

Almost raised my hand to swear.

The corners of Yan Luo's lips twitched slightly, "Pull you down, I just feel a little inexplicably familiar..."

But where does this feeling come from?I really can't tell.

Yan Luo blinked his eyes slightly, a complicated line flashed across his eyes, he held down the small ball of light floating in mid-air again and rubbed it vigorously before entering the next plane.

……

A remote town in the Kingdom of Godore still lives a peaceful and ordinary life.

Everyone here yearns for the light, believes in the light, and scoffs at dark things.

Especially those things or people that are likely to bring bad luck to people, they are completely repelled.

"Take this little thing and go quickly, don't stand in my way, I can't patronize and pity you, and then lose my family's livelihood."

An elderly woman with a benign face held two warm white flour cakes in her hands and handed them to a little boy who had been leaning against the door of her shop with his head down.

The little boy was a little dirty, his hair was messy, and his clothes were torn. He hung his head and stared at the ground without moving.

The little hands exposed outside are also dirty, and even the arms are covered with many scars, some of which have been very long ago, and some seem to have been added recently.

Hearing this person's voice and smelling the fragrance of the bread, the little boy raised his head slightly, looked at the person in front of him with dark eyes, swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, shook hands, and tightened his grip. In the end, she snatched the two cakes from her hand.

The corners of her lips twitched dryly, she stood up, and while biting the pancake in her hand, she ran in another direction.

The little figure looked only about seven or eight years old. The aunt looked at his running back and sighed slightly, "It's really a crime. I hope the God of Light can bless this child and get rid of this bad luck as soon as possible."

He sighed and walked in, shaking his head, when suddenly a gust of wind blew by, the signboard on the aunt's head shook slightly, and then fell down all of a sudden.

She almost hit the person below, and the old lady turned pale with fright, praying in her heart, not even caring about picking up the signboard, and quickly stepped into the goal to close the door.

At the same time, he believed the rumor even more.

The people around this child, including this child, will always be unlucky. The last time the store that took this child inadvertently for two days was about to close. No one dares to take care of this child's affairs.

But it's just a child of eight or nine years old. This is the age that should be favored. Why does the light of the God of Light never fall on him?
　The heroine modified a little bit of settings to match the background~ basically the same as what I said before

　　
　
(End of this chapter)