Global Monster Online

In a world with thousands of colorful flowers that will never wither, a young man in pure white coarse clothes and linen is carefully building a flower called Ziyunyue.

In fact, this flower named Ziyun Yue is planted almost everywhere where this young man lives.

When pruning the branches, the young man's hands shook accidentally, so that the flower branches in his hands were not pruned to the expected effect due to the mistake.

"Forget it, there is beauty in flaws."

The young man smiled casually and gently put down the Ziyun Yue in his hand. He clapped his hands and turned around, "So, because you are the only woman in the Senate, you were assigned to receive the visiting Chinese dragon. The saint of my country, are you troubled?"

The gorgeous woman in front of her took off her queen's attire and put on a dress that was said to be strongly requested by another old man in the Senate. It was also said that it was a long palace dress called Hanfu, which made it even more unique. flavor. Perhaps this annual vacation and the body that has developed to the right level in advance are very suitable for this kind of Hanfu that is vigorously promoted in the Chinese Dragon Kingdom.

"Youluo disturbed your tranquility, teacher."

The young man named Zhao Er smiled warmly. It waved its hand, and an ancient rocking chair suddenly appeared out of thin air. Zhao Er sat on it comfortably and lay down peacefully. At some point, he had a feather fan in his hand. It flapped twice, "Since we are all women, what do you have to worry about? And no matter what, women will not embarrass women, right? Since the saint came here in the name of a visit, she probably doesn't If you do something extraordinary, just treat it as an ordinary guest."

Youluo sighed softly and said: "Now that the Sea Clan is pressing forward step by step, the world's coastal front has retreated again and again. Now it can't be called a coastal front at all. It can probably be described as an inland battle circle. If it weren't for The Sea Tribe cannot stay away from the sea for too long, and I am afraid that it is not until now that we realize the terror of the Sea Tribe. And at this time, the Saint is no longer on the front lines. Morale, coming to us instead is probably not as simple as visiting in name only, right?"

Zhao Er closed his eyes. The chatty dog ​​unexpectedly became quite quiet this time.

Youluo walked in and said softly: "In fact, if it weren't for Mr. Gu, Mr. Guan, Mr. Luo and Mr. Ximen who all led their own troops to leave, I probably wouldn't be the one receiving the reception, right? After all, I have become After becoming a big country, Youluo is only responsible for people's livelihood matters. This kind of foreign affairs is usually the responsibility of Mr. Ximen. "

Zhao Er smiled, stretched out his hand and pressed it. Yuluo understood and slowly sat in front of the rocking chair. Zhao Er put his hand on Youluo's head and chuckled: "I heard that this can give people courage and comfort. Is it any better?"

Yuluo was stunned. Then he smiled bitterly and said, "Teacher, please touch me a few more times."

Zhao Er smiled and said: "That's not possible, just give it a try. But remember, you are the woman who has become the King of Radiant Knights, the chosen one by God, and the elder of a great country. Whether you are responsible for people's livelihood or not, Whether you are responsible for diplomacy or war, you can do a good job, and you should be able to do a good job.”

"Can I?"

"Of course. Because, my students are the best."

Youluo lowered her head slightly, threw herself on Zhao Er's legs, and said softly: "Teacher...can you show up during the reception?"

"That's okay." Zhao Er said without hesitation, and then hesitated: "It seems that this is not good?"

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, here is the scabbard..." Yuluo muttered: "Just a moment, let me sleep here for a while."

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Is there only these stone pillars in this place and nothing else?

Zhao Nan, who was hiding, couldn't help but think so. Invisibility is a subconscious act. Perhaps he instinctively felt that something would happen if he waited like this.

And this kind of motionless standing seemed to have led to its success not long after.

There were bursts of footsteps and subtle voices. The multifunctional translation instrument worn on the wrist is currently running, converting those strange sounds into something understandable. But it's just useless information.

Such as:

"The weather is really nice today."

"I've fallen in love with the girl next door, what should I do? Is this the so-called love?

"The village chief seems to be taking one to fill a house recently."

There are also topics such as "whose chicken" laid several eggs in one night. When the speaker didn't arrive, Zhao Nan had the feeling that this was a group of honest farmers chatting happily about their daily life.

However, it didn't take long for this feeling to turn into a real picture. I saw a group of people, men, women, old and young, wearing coarse clothes and linen. Everyone was carrying baskets full of food and bottles, coming in groups.

Let’s call this group of people normal humans. Anyway, apart from the names of these people, all Zhao Nan could see was question marks.

These should be the indigenous people in the abandoned land. But judging from the situation, it should not be the beast-taming demon clan or the alchemist clan.

Is it rare to be a superpower?

The superpowers should be the race that Zhao Nan has had the least contact with in the abandoned land so far. But this group of guys who look like farmers are somewhat different from the description of the superpowers group in the big league.

These people have many black tattoos on their faces, regardless of gender, age or status. However, these tattoos not only do not make them ugly, but also have a unique beauty. It is probably because the tattoos themselves are very beautiful.

It is a kind of thing that is similar to a pattern, covering both ends of the cheeks, and is very symmetrical. Moreover, the patterns of the tattoos on these people's faces are vaguely similar to the engravings on the totem stone pillars.

And vaguely, Zhao Nan seems to have seen similar patterns somewhere.

This group of people, one after another, quickly dispersed, gathered in groups of three or two in front of each stone pillar, and offered the food in their hands. Their expressions were pious and solemn. They did not speak, and knelt quietly.

Suddenly, three old men came to Zhao Nan's side, with horror on their faces.

"The pillar of God actually..."

The horror of the three people became more and more intense. The baskets in their hands fell to the ground unconsciously, making a silent landing sound.

A few thumps. The three old men fell to the ground at the same time, shouting and repeating: "The ancestor god appears! The ancestor god appears! The ancestor god appears!!"

Ancestor god?

Is it the existence represented by these totem poles? Zhao Nan subconsciously looked up at the stone pole he had cleaned, and the rebellious will slowly extended unconsciously.

It was this unconscious behavior again, but Zhao Nan felt that this was the right direction.

It was not that he should do this, but he seemed to have done it before, and now he had to do it again.

When the rebellious will covered this stone pole, Zhao Nan finally understood why he made such a move... or figured out the basis behind his unconscious behavior. If these totem poles involve gods, perhaps this so-called ancestor god will leave something in these stone poles... such as the ancestor god's will. And the only thing that can feel the will is the will.

It was a dark, empty and cold space. It seemed that even the will would be frozen here... Perhaps not only the will, but also the soul.

Zhao Nan instinctively felt a tremor, but the constant tremor would become the food for the growth of the will.

——No one can scare me, no one can be my way forward, and no one can dominate my fate.

——I am fearless, I overcome all obstacles, and I must exist in this endless river of time. I will eventually dominate everything.

The rebellious will constantly releases the faith it contains in this empty and cold space.

At this moment. The whole space shook.

The rebellious will, in this shaking, is like a small boat on the stormy ocean, still moving forward with difficulty... It clearly sensed the source of this turbulence.

"Who... disturbed my sleep... who..."

Suddenly, Zhao Nan heard a desolate voice.

"Who are you?" He did not hesitate much, but passed on his doubts.

"Who am I?" The voice came again after a moment. Just like a person who just woke up from a dream and couldn't remember some things, and because of confusion, he seemed very defenseless, "I am... a gravekeeper." "Gravekeeper? Whose mu?" Zhao Nan's heart moved: "The so-called ancestor god?" The voice was silent for a long time this time, and then the rebellious will was expelled by an extremely powerful force. The rebellious will didn't even have the strength to struggle. It was thrown roughly into this empty and dark space. "It's not time yet, please don't disturb my sleep... You who shouldn't exist..." "Wait, who are you!" ... ... ... There was a blank in front of his eyes, and even his consciousness was pure white. This blankness of consciousness may be very short, or it may be very long. However, when Zhao Nan woke up, those totem stone pillars, those guys with strange tattoos on their faces, and the endless ancient forest had disappeared. Instead, Finina, Ye Anya, Xu Yang and others were by his side at this moment! "Ah——!" A slight scream came from Catwoman Yeyue.

She found herself sitting on Zhao Nan's chest, with only a short tight pajamas covering her upper body and a small pair of underwear on her body.

"Brother, have you really become a pervert!!"

That was the angry voice of Ye Anya, who appeared on Zhao Nan's right arm with her legs wrapped around his arm.

There were also many chilling eyes... Zhao Nan found that these guys were wearing all kinds of pajamas.

"Nan? Do you want to give me a satisfactory explanation?"

Finina was talking at this time, saying words that were almost too gentle.

"Hey, kid, do you really want me to have a round with you?" A gun barrel quietly hit Zhao Nan's head, "I won't say it clearly, but I really want to have a round with you!"

Zhao Nan sighed, and then said unhappily: "First of all, you are suppressing me." (To be continued..)