My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

Ever since~

I don't know how long I've been asleep... Galan, lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, his vision gradually focused. Looking at the familiar environment in front of him, his mind was in a mess.

"Hiss... where is this?" Galan covered his confused brain. It was fine when he was asleep, but after waking up, his brain felt as confused as paste.

Before he could organize his thoughts, a familiar voice suddenly came into his ears.

"You, are you awake? Are you having fun?" His voice was clear and a little deep, but it gave the person on the bed a chill.

That familiar voice, familiar tone... and this familiar plot...

Galan's brain CPU started spinning rapidly, and his mind became clear instantly.

This is the End City, and this super familiar room is the doghouse that Herobrine arranged for him! How could it not look familiar?

"Uh... that... My king, please listen to my explanation!"

Galan turned his head stiffly as if he were a machine, and immediately saw Herobrine standing at the door with his elbows folded, surrounded by a low-pressure aura.

Herobrine walked up to him slowly and suddenly stretched out his hand. He thought he was going to be beaten again, so he quickly covered his head, but who knew... the man didn't give him a familiar slap, but instead gently stroked his little head with a gentle hand.

"...Hmm?" Galan was stunned, realizing that things were not simple. He looked at the man in front of him with a puzzled look, then tentatively opened his mouth and called him softly, "My king?"

Herobrine responded in a dull voice: "Hmm"

"Um... My king, listen to me." Galan tried to explain what he had done and silently dodged his hand.

"Go ahead." Herobrine withdrew his hand with a normal expression. His gaze gradually became indifferent as he stared at him. Then he added, "No matter what you say, you can't leave the End City in the near future."

“??? What?!!” Galan’s brain froze instantly, his face full of disbelief, and he even felt like his cerebellum was atrophying.

"Why?! My king! I'm not injured. Look, I'm still alive and kicking!"

Galan wanted to prove that he was fine, so he jumped off the bed immediately and showed him that he was full of energy and nothing was wrong.

"If you have nothing to say, I'll leave first."

"? No...you...you don't have anything on your mind, do you?"

Herobrine said nothing and disappeared right in front of him the next second.

"I C?! What does that mean? What does he mean? Is he really worried about something?"

Galan's brain was really confused, but he seemed to realize that he was under house arrest.

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The End City training ground.

Galan brought a reclining chair, found a small corner, threw it there, and casually lay down. It was a pity that there was no sunlight in this place, otherwise he could have basked in the sun.

"Well, this is the familiar daily routine of playing badly ~ a moldy life"

Although he said this, his mind couldn't help but think of him in another dimension.

I don’t know what happened to that guy… Naeus should have found him a long time ago, and his injuries should have healed by now.

But it was really unexpected... He actually slept for three days at that time. Today was the beginning of his miserable life, and it was also the first day after he woke up.

I don't care about house arrest anymore. Well, actually, it's because I don't have anywhere I want to go for the time being.

"I say, you really dare. It's fine if you just act badly at ordinary times...but now you even bring a recliner over here. Aren't you afraid that my king will hang you up and beat you up?"

The steady voice of the undead who had not been seen for a long time came from not far away. He put one hand on his waist and looked helplessly at someone lying on the chair.

"Oh~ It's Xiaobao? Don't worry~ Even if the king suddenly appears next to me, I will know in advance~" Galan waved his hand nonchalantly, then moved to the side and asked him if he wanted to take a rest.

The recliner he moved was quite large, so it was no problem for two people to lie down on it.

The undead shook his head helplessly. He really had no way to deal with this guy, and he couldn't teach him a lesson like other monsters.

"You'd better get up and practice together, or you'll be caught by the king..." The dead spirit kindly reminded him, but he didn't know if the guy would listen to him. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and asked with some concern, "I heard from the king that you were injured and slept for three days... Are you feeling better now?"

"Don't worry, I'll be fine~"

"You... I won't talk to you anymore. I guess Blue Demon is too busy. I'm going to help him first. You can take care of yourself."

After saying this, the Undead turned around and walked towards the center of the training ground, where there were rows of monsters standing.

Just as Galan was lazing around with a clear conscience, he suddenly noticed someone walking towards him slowly. Thinking it was the king, he immediately jumped up from the recliner. However, when he turned around, he was met with a pair of emerald green eyes that were glowing.

"Oh my god, why is it you? You scared me to death!"

Galan, who originally thought it was Herobrine, almost scared himself out of his wits. Only after he found out that the visitor was the little zombie he had met before did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The little zombie was still wearing the familiar and special black suit with red stripes. His pair of glowing emerald green eyes always made people feel a little weird.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Adrian smiled and scratched his head in confusion.

"I thought it was the king..."

"My king? The king is not in the End City for the time being. What do you want from him?"

"No, no, no, I'm fine... It's good that you're not here, it's good that you're not here, this way I can feel at ease~" After hearing this, Mulan lay back in the chair, even stretched, and planned to have a peaceful sleep.

"........."

Adrian said nothing when he saw this. He glanced at the empty seat next to him and walked up to sit next to the guy.

"Huh? Why are you sitting down? You want to give up too? That won't do. If I give up... the king will kill me." Galan raised his eyebrows. Although he was like this, he still didn't want to affect others, although he didn't take any actual action.

"Don't worry, I just want to take a break. I brought a piece of cake when I came back. Do you want to eat it?" Adrian brought a piece of packaged cake from somewhere and gently placed it in the man's arms, with a warm smile on his face.

"?Thanks….."

Galan suddenly felt like he had met an angel, because Ender had been away recently and no one had made him a cake. If he had to make it himself, he might as well have blown up the End City.

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