Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 210 [Strange Things in Minderland Town] 6

Nan Qingsheng's voice was gloomy, but for the first time, Elhua didn't feel scared. Faced with his mother Linsen's disapproving gaze, his face flushed and he stammered a few words in defense, "I didn't eat much candy...Okay, I'll be more careful next time."

"Elva, be careful about your cavities!"

Linsen scolded Elhua in a low voice, but considering that he was an adult, she did not embarrass him in front of her sister.

Kesi glanced at his brother who was blushing with embarrassment, then looked at his frowning mother, his brows curved, and he smiled silently.

For a moment, the heavy atmosphere was broken by this scolding, and Elhua's disappointment was also much alleviated by his mother's embarrassment.

Nan Qingsheng, however, was not as relaxed as Elhua and Kesi. This curse, though invisible on the skin, was not even present in the blood coursing through the body! Even if the power of this magical world was different from their own, this curse couldn't possibly kill someone out of thin air!

Nan Qingsheng frowned, and because of the pale face of the tattooed rioter, he looked even more gloomy, and he also took this task more seriously.

Feng Lan carefully looked at Nan Qingsheng's expression to confirm that he was not lying because she was there and wanted to conceal the clues.

Feng Lan spoke up to comfort the disappointed Kesi and Elhua, "It's okay. Even if there's no clue found in the blood, at worst, I can stay in the town for a while. On Elhua's fiftieth birthday, the curse will eventually reveal itself."

"Live for a while? Thirty years, you've lived a long time."

When Nan Qingsheng heard Feng Lan's words, he couldn't help but sneer. It would be fine for Cosi, but Elhua was only twenty years old. If he really had to stay in the copy for thirty years, Nan Qingsheng felt that it would be better to kill the two siblings. Without someone with the blood of the Declan family, the curse would be lifted.

Feng Lan felt the subtle murderous aura from Nan Qingsheng, and the smile on her face towards Kesi and Elhua faded. She took a few steps, walked from the side of the crowd to the side of Kesi and Elhua, blocking Nan Qingsheng's gaze, looking straight at them, with cold eyes, and spoke softly, but the content of her voice was not pleasant.

"Why, you can't wait, so anxious to die."

As soon as Feng Lan said this, the atmosphere in the hall became tense again.

Cosi, Elhua and others had not expected that the first conflict between the two mages would not be between the gloomy and murderous looking mage, but the calm, firm and gentle Mage Lan.

The same was true for Nan Qingsheng. He was not a good-tempered person and was very violent, otherwise he would not have been able to survive in the infinite game. At this moment, being confronted by Feng Lan, a hypocritical player whom he looked down upon, his already bad mood became even worse. He sneered and stared at Feng Lan with sinister bloodshot eyes.

"you wanna die?"

The two men refused to give in, and their tone was as if they were about to fight to the death in the next second.

The five people beside him were trembling with fear. Elhua was also afraid, but as the head of the family, he walked over gently while trembling, trying to comfort the two impulsive mages in a gentle voice, "Don't, don't be angry..."

If possible, Elhua wanted to say that they should go out and fight, but not to damage his family's century-old house, which would cost a lot of money to repair.

In the end, Nan Qingsheng did not fight with Feng Lan.

The two parted on bad terms, and at dinner time, Nan Qingsheng was nowhere to be seen at the long table.

The old butler Darcy went to knock on the door and found that no one was in the room. In the end, there was one person missing to finish the meal. Several people were worried about Feng Lan's mood and looked at her secretly. It turned out that Feng Lan ate well, with the same appetite as yesterday. She could eat four Elhuas in one meal. The family finally put aside their worries and concentrated on eating. The atmosphere in the living room began to flow again.

After dinner, Feng Lan returned to her room on the third floor, opened the door, paused, and her relaxed body tensed up a little.

Everything inside was still as it was, and the vines left by Huahua didn't reveal anything, but Feng Lan knew at a glance that someone had been there.

The Declan family are not such people, nor do they have such ability. So the only one who has such ability and such low quality is undoubtedly Nan Qingsheng.

"Humph--"

Feng Lan walked around the room, snorted with a cold look in his eyes, but in his heart he had already started thinking about how to get rid of Nan Qingsheng at the lowest cost when he took action against him.

But it's such a pity that Feng Lan has a supermarket, so there is nothing in the room, let alone for Nan Qingsheng to find any clues related to the copy.

It was around nine o'clock in the evening and the Declan family had almost all gone back to their rooms to rest when there was a knock on Feng Lan's door.

Feng Lan didn't move, but the vines winding on the wall moved by themselves, stretched out and opened the door. As expected, Nan Qingsheng was standing outside the door.

He raised his blood-red eyes and stared at Feng Lan with the look of a butcher looking at an animal. "Want to chat?"

"Exchange clues."

Feng Lan didn't like the way Nan Qingsheng looked at her. Since it was night, she naturally didn't wear a hat and changed into casual pajamas with long sleeves and long pants. She no longer had the smile she had in front of Declan's family. Her expression was quite cold, and she was completely separated from the gentle wizard in the daytime. Nan Qingsheng mocked her in his heart, thinking that she was really pretending to be gentle.

"If you look at me like that again, I'll dig out your eyes."

Nan Qingsheng didn't care at all, as if he didn't want to kill Feng Lan. If conditions allowed, such as Feng Lan being on the verge of death, then after Nan Qingsheng got the clue from her mouth, he would definitely suck all the blood out of this person without blinking an eye, kick the remaining bones and let them float away wherever the wind wanted.

Feng Lan knew at a glance that this person had not been treated well by the mage, and might even have been driven out. After all, this person was not as sweet-mouthed as himself, and only wanted to fight and kill. He did not look like a good person, and was just as gloomy and aloof as the mage Manyinde.

It’s just a pity that although Master Manyinde is eccentric, he is also arrogant, so he will never like a bad person who is more arrogant than himself.

What a pity, Nan Qingsheng didn’t seize the opportunity.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of exchanging clues from me.

Nan Qingsheng had no idea that his true identity had been revealed upon first sight. He restrained his gaze and said confidently, "I have clues about the wizard who cursed the Declan family. In exchange?"

Nan Qingsheng himself did not find any clues from Elhua's siblings, and the same was true for this female player. The progress of the dungeon was at a stalemate, and she had no clue, so she would definitely not refuse to exchange her clues.

Feng Lan did not refuse. She glanced at the room that was not suitable for fighting, closed the book, and said, "Let's talk outside."

Nan Qingsheng didn't care, shrugged and walked out.

Feng Lan didn't change her clothes, she just tied her hair. The two of them stood a little distance apart in the open space outside the lord's mansion, each with ulterior motives.

"You speak first?"

Nan Qingsheng had already taken the initiative to come to the door, so naturally he wouldn't be shy about taking the initiative again. He casually glanced around and felt that tonight was a good night to make a move. Should he wait a while and take advantage of the night when the other party was thinking and make a move?

"You speak first."

Feng Lan turned sideways, his body seemingly relaxed, but it was a posture that allowed him to attack or defend.

The same is true for Nan Qingsheng.