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Chapter 57, The Master of the Ring (Part 2)

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    Because they were too sleepy, they leaned against each other and fell asleep after eating the green wild fruit.

    It was already dusk when I woke up, and a piece of colorful clouds unexpectedly appeared in the sky. The cloudy and rainy days of the last ten days made the colorful clouds at dusk very exciting and beautiful.

    Lian laughed and jumped at the sunset, and for a moment forgot the sorrow of being trapped in the flood.  Seeing Lian happy, Lan was also very happy. He caught some fish and shrimp along the water surface and grilled them to satisfy his hunger.

    At night, the quiet brilliance of the full moon pours down from the treetops quietly, making the whole mountain as extraordinarily bright as if soaked in milk.

    Lan practiced martial arts in the mottled tree shadow in a happy mood, while Lian sang along the way.  The sweet and crisp singing echoed and floated in the mountains and forests, making the clansmen who survived the catastrophe intoxicated by it, temporarily forgetting the disaster in front of them.

    Only then did the leader and the worried lady know that their daughter Lian was not killed and was still alive.  The next day, someone sent a canoe to pick them up.

    Because the weather was fine, the water receded quickly.  A few days later, they returned to the foot of the mountain. Those who replanted replanted, those who looked for livestock looked for livestock, and those who hunted hunted. The days seemed to return to the past.

    But Lan misses Lian even more.  Think about the rising sun, think about the rolling dewdrops, think about the beautiful flowers, and think about the crooked moon.  She smiles, frowns, sings and dances every night into her dreams.

    Lan knew that he didn't just want to play with her like before, he wanted her to be his wife!  I want to be with her forever!  But that's almost impossible.

    The leader's daughter is either married to the son of the leader of the neighboring clan, or assigned to the clan's number one warrior.  But is the best warrior in the clan so easy to get?  What's more, Lian is about to become an adult, and he has only been hunting and practicing martial arts for two years, and he is still far from a warrior.

    Time will not wait for him!  For this reason, he was dejected.

    When opening up wasteland that day, Lan dug out a piece of fluorescent white stone with one side flat and the other zigzag in the mud left by the flood.

    Lan wiped it clean and looked at it: it was a beautiful solid stone with two holes in the middle, and a large crack between the two scorched small round holes; if separated, it would be just enough to make two decorative rings.

    He carefully cut the stone in half along the crack, and polished them into two rings. On a midsummer night, he sneaked into the chief's residence, whistled with his fingers to lure out the lotus, and stuffed the rings into the ring.  A person who misses day and night.

    Lian was very happy and liked it very much, but she still gave him one piece.  She blushed and said that each of them should wear one piece, and she waited for him to become one of the best warriors among the young men of the clan, so she could ask her father to ration her to him as his wife.

    Unexpectedly, since Lian also has herself in her heart, Lan was agitated, and quickly clenched her fist and nodded.  After returning home, he practiced martial arts harder.

    Summer has passed and autumn has come, and in a blink of an eye the annual Harvest Festival is here.  Lianman is fourteen years old, and Lan is fifteen years old. According to the clan's regulations, they both happen to be adults.  Lan participated in the Clan Warrior Tournament for the first time.

    But how can he, who has only been learning hunting and practicing martial arts for more than two years, compare to a strong and strong man who is over 20 years old and has been hunting martial arts for many years?  No matter how hard and desperate he was, he couldn't make it into the top ten, let alone count among the top ten.

    Seeing that she has grown into a slim figure, Lian, who is more beautiful than Huajiao, may soon be assigned to someone else. Lan, who is covered in scars, hangs her head desperately, feeling extremely painful in her heart.

    But Lian was begging her mother to tell her father that she was still young and didn't want to leave her parents, and asked her father to marry her a year or two later.

    The leader, the eldest lady, cared for her beloved little daughter and agreed.

    After Lan knew about it, she was so moved that she didn't know what to do.  He held the girl's slender hand for a long time, unable to speak, and vowed in his heart: two years later, he must win the first place¡ªbecause the Clan Warrior Competition is held every two years.  He doesn't want any other rewards, he just wants the lotus in his heart.

    "Ahit's terrible!" Lan Feiyang's dream was lingering, suddenly the jade-like ring on his chest flashed a faint light, and a drop of bloody teardrop gradually enlarged and burst, revealing a wrinkled, two-year-old  A cute toddler with a small face and brows.

    "My God, my old blood and old tears have been separated for thousands of years, and now they are reunited to become one. Am I old blood or old tears? Hey, no matter who I am, I am!  Damn, I just lost a clone that was separated with great difficulty¡ªalthough that clone was negative. But fortunately, the vicious, violent, and bloodthirsty atmosphere has finally been basically eliminated."

    The toddler, who spoke a bit messily, and sometimes split his tone and sometimes fit his tone, looked down at himself: "Damn! How did I become so small? I used to look like I was seven or eight years old when I practiced again."

    ?The young boy has a small voice but is old, and he is crying and moaning on the top of his head, that looks weird and funny.

    He looked inside his own skill: "Fortunately, the skill is still the same as before, retaining one-thousandth of the last heyday. It can be recovered after practicing for seven, eight or ten years. Ouch, why did you come back after tearing up?"  The memory seems to be gone Then don't I prefer blood clones now?"

    "No, no, no, the blood avatar is my cruel, violent, and bloodthirsty side; now that it's been basically eliminated, how could I still be partial to him? Well, but I am now the character that Blood Tears wanted before I didn't have the avatar  status"

    "What? When I was in a coma, I drank the blood of this little guy twice, and was forced to sign a contract to be controlled by him?"

    The young boy jumped up and down angrily as he said: "No, no, no! I have lived for so many years, but I have never been used to idle clouds and wild cranes. I don't even buy his account of the Lord of the Nether.  When the time comes, I have to fight him to the death. Even if I failed in the robbery, I was almost wiped out. Now you want to listen to this brat?!"

    The toddler yelled and jumped to the roof in annoyance, just hitting a beam made of reinforced concrete beside the cabinet.  If this is normal, the beam must pass straight through - because he is a spirit body.

    Surprisingly, he not only didn't see through this time, but also rubbed the top of his head in pain, screaming "Wow".

    "What kind of house is this? Is there a gossip array of top-level sleepy souls? It will kill me!" The two-year-old child has not fully grown up yet, and there are still some soft skulls on the top of the head.  Fell onto a computer chair and unexpectedly bounced twice and rotated three times on its own.

    "Magbi, even the chairs are so wicked!"

    "No!" The young boy patted the armrest of the computer chair, "Why do I seem to be an entity? Could it be that a small body was copied with the blood of this brat? Haha! I am no longer a spirit body, and I don't need to go back to the Netherworld  , The Nether King can't control me anymore!"

    "Wait, wait. My voice hasn't changed yet. It doesn't match this small body! People in this world don't think it's so old when they see me as a cute child.  You monster, are you scared to death?" The young boy froze in the computer chair in an extremely funny manner.

    For a long time, he pressed his forehead with a headache: "I'd better go back to the ring to solve the sound problem first." Then he became smaller and entered the ring on Lan Feiyang's chest.

    ? I can¡¯t help but wonder in my heart: It¡¯s not right if it¡¯s an entity?  If I were an entity, how could I become smaller and enter the ring with one-thousandth of my skills?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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