There seems to be something wrong with the fairy world

"This is called London, this seems to be Hampton Court Palace, who knows, there are too many buildings built on me, I can't remember well~" the childish voice said coquettishly.

Qing Lan nodded slightly, but did not speak any more.

"Don't you want to ask me something else?" A bird suddenly landed on Qing Lan's shoulder, and poked Qing Lan's hat with its small beak.

"For example, why do those people design these competitions, why do I sound so small, why do I like you so much..."

Qing Lan was silent, a carriage passed by, splashing a piece of muddy water.

"Well, if you don't want to hear me, I have to tell you that a world-consciousness like me will not die. When I get older, I will sleep for a while, and I will go back in sleep. When I wake up, I will become It's small, but my previous memories will also become blurred, so those saints who can communicate with me have designed such a contest to help me remember."

"Human beings are my favorite children. Children who are pampered are always a bit disappointing. When I woke up, human beings were suppressed by other brothers and sisters. What kind of fourth-class race is it now? I am really helpless." .” The immature voice pretended to be mature, sighing like an adult.

"I was quite distressed at first, but now I'm fine. Qingqing, you fell from the sky with a "wow", and you are my savior." Not only the voice of the world consciousness is immature, but also the thinking is immature.

"What should I call you?" Qing Lan asked a small question.

"Well, let me think about it. In this world, of course children are the most precious. Qingqing, you can call me baby."

Qing Lan followed everyone around the corner expressionlessly, the weather was foggy and it was going to rain.

"Be careful, it's going to rain." The little baby reminded in a timely manner: "The things here are all virtual, with original program rules, except for one or two designers who specially left me nodes, I can't control the rest .”

"En." Qing Lan replied lightly.

The light rain fell and the weather became colder and damper. Qing Lan followed the team and spent an hour patrolling the Hampton Palace, and finally stood guard at the gate of the palace.

The light rain didn't mean to stop, it was lingering, but all the guards didn't complain, they looked ahead and stood upright.

The live broadcast room was full of voices, and people from all walks of life gathered together.

"Well, let me have a look, huh? This palace is German-style, isn't it the most luxurious in this era?"

"Yes, yes, this palace was originally renovated by some cardinal, and he said it was going to be the most luxurious German-style building. Unexpectedly, it was cut off by the royal family."

"I feel sorry for my good wife and mother. It's still raining outside. How long will I have to stand?"

"Compared to this, I feel more sorry for my family's unique taste. It's not good to choose clothes. I have to pick a tattered one. I'm begging on the streets of London now. It looks like I've been hungry for several days."

"I've been paying attention to an elf beauty. She picked out a red cloth dress. Guess where she is now?"

"Red cloth skirt? Are you working as a maid?"

"The maid doesn't wear such conspicuous clothes, is she an ordinary person?"

"It's all wrong. The beauty is now soliciting customers on Cleveland Road. I feel really distressed."

"If your vision is not high enough, don't mix it up. There was a contestant who was very similar to Qinglan, but he thought the hat didn't look good, so he changed it. As a result, he is now working as a security guard in a rich man's house."

"The most important thing everyone should look at is this person's match. I didn't find out the ID. It seems to be an elf, but now he is in Hampton Palace, separated from a good wife and mother. He is eating Queen's bread and drinking in the palace. Red wine, extremely elegant."

"Hehe, don't be too happy too early. In this era, people are very superstitious. Bathing is not allowed. There is an emperor who only takes baths three times in his life, you know? Elves usually have cleanliness, suffocate them to death! Hahaha."

"Well, it seems that this era is not very friendly to elves. I just went to see a black elf. I just used a small spell. Now my face is as white as paper, and it seems that it is difficult to absorb spiritual energy."

"Yes, it seems that pollution is very serious in this era. Have you seen this fog? It should be smog. The environmental pollution caused by the industrial revolution has not been cured, and it is difficult for elves to survive."

"How about the biomechanical family? Will the mechanical arm be exposed?"

"No, let's take a textbook case, Nan Bowan, seems to be some kind of knight, and his status is quite high now, there is no mechanical arm exposed."

"Bio-robots are used to using robotic arms. If they don't have them, they are really no different from humans. And in this era, where can you find an energy tank? A battery would be nice."

Everyone was discussing in the live broadcast room, but Qinglan stood there standing like a green pine.

The guards who came to change shifts came, and Qing Lan followed her teammates to change shifts with another team of guards.

When they arrived in the changing room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The men took off their wet coats and complained about the rainy weather. As soon as they took off their boots, the small changing room immediately smelled pleasant.

Qing Lan silently performed a dust removal technique on herself, and immediately felt a lot lighter.

After changing clothes, Qinglan bid farewell to her teammates. It was already dark, and a carriage came to pick up Qinglan.

Qing Lan sat in the carriage silently, and glanced at a family logo on the carriage out of the corner of her eye.

"My lord, are you going to Cleveland Road today?" asked the coachman.

Qing Lan didn't know where Cleveland Road was, but it should be the place where the original owner often went. Qing Lan nodded slightly, and the coachman drove the horse with a smile. Qing Lan sat in the carriage, enduring the bumps.

"Well-meaning adults, please do me a favor, my child has been hungry for three days."

"Adults, please help me, my arm is useless."

"Well-meaning adults, may the glory of the Lord shine on you forever, just give me a penny."

The beggars swarmed up and blocked Qing Lan's carriage. Qing Lan was a little helpless. Seeing the other carriage owners, they all threw out a handful of coins in disdain. The beggars all went to pick up the coins and stopped surrounding the carriage.

Qinglan touched her pocket, there were a lot of copper coins, Qinglan followed the example of others, sprinkled them out, and sure enough, the carriage could continue to move forward.

"My lord, we've arrived." The coachman smiled flatteringly at Qing Lan: "Will I pick you up again in an hour?"

"Yeah." Qing Lan was getting off the carriage, and found the coachman looking at her expectantly.

Qinglan took out a few coins from her pocket, handed them to the coachman without looking at them.

The coachman bent down to take the coin, and smiled even more exaggeratedly: "My lord, have fun."

Qinglan got out of the car and straightened her clothes, which had the same family logo as the outside of the car.

Qing Lan was walking on the streets of Cleveland Road, many scantily clad women smiled at Qing Lan, and pulled down her already low neckline by the way.

Qing Lan kept her eyes fixed until a woman in a red dress suddenly stood in front of her.

"Hey, master, what do you want to play?" The woman looked at Qinglan enchantingly.

Qinglan looked up at the woman expressionlessly, and wanted to go to the side, but the woman immediately blocked her: "Masters are here for fun, but you are here for sightseeing?"

Qinglan was silent, took out a handful of coins and put them heavily in the woman's hand.

The woman smiled even more coquettishly, and pulled Qing Lan into the narrow corridor: "That's right."

Turning left and right in the corridor, the woman dragged Qing Lan into a hut, where a messy bed was particularly conspicuous.

"I didn't expect to meet a contestant so soon." The woman played with the coin in her hand: "You really dare to come up with me, do you know how you will die?"

Silently, Qinglan pressed the saber on her waist, raised her thumb slightly, revealing a section of the sword's edge, the sword light flashed slightly, the pillow on the bed was split in two, and the sword was sheathed.

The woman blinked, and suddenly laughed: "I see you are nervous, I'm just saying, you are the first contestant I met, how can I have the heart to kill you!"

"About this era, what do you know?" Qing Lan remained expressionless.

"Uh." The woman was stunned. Seeing Qing Lan's hand on the sword, she immediately became excited and spoke a lot faster: "I know about the currency of this era. 1 pound is 20 shillings and 240 pence .”

"There are more." Qing Lan said lightly.

"Also..." The woman thought for a long time, then clapped her hands suddenly: "Elves can't absorb spiritual energy here, I almost suffocated just now..."

The woman suddenly covered her chest: "Oh? Why is it better now?"

Qinglan seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and was about to leave the small room with a step.

"Wait!" The woman rushed forward: "The breath on your body is so comfortable! Ah, no, I can't leave you, don't go!"

Qing Lan frowned slightly, and wanted to move away, but was hugged even tighter by the woman.

"Please save me." The woman raised her head pitifully, "I will die without spiritual energy."

Qing Lan remained silent, pushing the woman away.

"Wait, let me confess, you are not the first contestant I have met. There was another contestant before, who was killed by me and hid under the bed."

Qing Lan paused: "Isn't he your partner?"

"Partner?" The woman was startled: "I killed him."

"He's breathing." Qing Lan explained the facts expressionlessly.

"Impossible!" The woman let go of Qing Lan, took a man dressed as an aristocrat out from under the bed, tried it with her fingertips, and she was still breathing warmly.

"I killed him obviously, look at his chest, I pierced it right!" The woman looked carefully and found that the man's wound had healed, and even his clothes were recovering.

"What's going on!" The woman jumped behind Qing Lan and looked at Qing Lan innocently: "I swear, I really killed him. The competition system even reminded me that I have obtained 500 points, really!"

Qinglan stepped forward, went to the damned man's side, felt the man's pulse, and saw the clothes on the man's chest recovering slowly.

"Oh?" The man covered his head and sat up from the floor: "What's wrong with me?"

The woman asked tentatively, "Mr. Chen?"

"Excuse me, who are you, and who are you?" The man looked at the woman and Qing Lan blankly: "Who is Mr. Chen?"

Qinglan and the woman looked at each other, and the woman's eyes were full of surprise.

"You..." The man suddenly saw the family crest on Qing Lan's chest, and immediately stood up and shook hands with Qing Lan: "Good day, I am Johnson from the Saxon family, and I am here to greet Viscount Richmond."

Qing Lan looked at the woman calmly, but the woman rolled her eyes, and fell to the ground with an "Ouch".

Qinglan and Johnson went to help the woman together, and the woman opened her eyes in Qinglan's arms with a pale face: "I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, I'm so dizzy."

"I seemed to have fainted just now." Johnson recalled with sympathy: "I was walking on the street and lost consciousness for some reason. I woke up here. Did you save me?"

The woman asked back, "Which street?"

"Jin Yulan Street." Johnson said blankly, "I remember, I went there in the morning to buy a silk scarf for my wife."

The woman muttered: "It's another hidden rule."

Qinglan looked at the woman thoughtfully, the woman smiled and winked at Qinglan seductively.