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"I know, I know. I will go, and I am the only one who can go, because I am the culprit, I am the instigator. I have enjoyed the convenience brought to me by rights, so I must bear the corresponding responsibilities."

When she said this, she lost control again and just continued talking to herself.

"No matter what means I use, no matter how much dignity I lose, no matter if I will be killed upon meeting you, I will do my utmost to accomplish this task and strive to secure the only glimmer of hope for survival."

Her voice became more and more determined, even with a hint of sharpness that indicated she must do it, and she clenched her fists tightly.

"I will definitely do it. If, if, if I really fail and don't come back for a long time, Master, you should lead the tribe and go. Try your best to break through that wind wall, because there is no way out. Instead of dying for a ridiculous reason, it is better to live tenaciously like those weeds."

She was talking about the weeds that can be seen everywhere in the Gobi Desert, growing all over the mountains, but not very densely, because the land here is too poor to support their unbridled growth. However, no matter how the soil is damaged, how dry it is, or even if it is trampled countless times, the weeds can always grow again tenaciously and continue to sway in the wind.

“Only those who are alive deserve dignity. If you are dead, you have nothing.”

Seeing that he had made up his mind, the mentor said nothing more. He had originally wanted to let the old man go, but then he thought, would his apology really be taken seriously by that country, or even accepted? After all, even his noble title was only granted by force. It was simply too unbelievable for a commoner to apologize on behalf of a country.

Moreover, as the loser, if the apology is not sincere enough, why should you expect forgiveness?

If it was a battle between equals, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. If they were slightly at a disadvantage, they would always be forgiven if they gave in. However, the opponent achieved a crushing victory, which meant that it wouldn't take them long to destroy them. They couldn't make any demands and could only express their sincerity as much as possible.

Finally, the queen found her original self and left resolutely, embarking on a journey to that country.

The ghost who was about to return home had already forgotten the battle that had taken place before, or to be more precise, he didn't care at all about the other party's reaction.

At this moment, it is chatting with Tony Stark.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: I owe you a favor. Is there anything the ghost wants lately?

[God of the Void] Ghost: Just a convenience.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: I have some of the latest vanilla ice cream in wholesale here. How much is it?

[God of the Void] Ghost: One hundred copies.

Stark watched the ghost happily receive the red envelope, and slowly scooped the ice cream with a spoon. Occasionally, it would slip and rub against his mask, but black vines would spread out to clean it up so that nothing was wasted. He breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what, the ghost's attitude showed that it had not been affected by those damn guys. He had to speed up the process before the ghost was affected and rescue it from that damn fire pit.

343 Little Red Riding Hood's Journey (Part )

A golden full moon hung in the sky, thorny vines grew wantonly, and the towering treetops blocked the clouds and the moon, covering all the paths that allowed the moonlight to pass through. Except for the limited light provided by the green lamp held in Little Red Riding Hood's hand, it was pitch black here, without any light at all.

Earlier, she was still curious about this golden moon. After all, it was a full moon, and it only appeared once a year. How could she not be yearning for it?

Every year on that day, the warm white moonlight pours down all over the sky, and even in the middle of the night the ground can be seen clearly. The round moon hangs high there, firmly attracting people's attention.

But now, she didn't know how many times she had seen such a day, and how many times she had witnessed that round moon, over and over again.

At the beginning, she counted some numbers to remember how many times she had repeated this action, and she was confident that she could complete it within five times.

But time proved that it was just her delusion.

Later, more and more deaths made her unable to remember such details at all, and the marks carved on the door frame would be erased as time went by, so until now, even Little Red Riding Hood herself didn't know how many times she had tried again.

The usually kind guard uncle would stop her from moving forward that day and lock her back in the house, ignoring her desperate look and continuing his patrol.

She looked at the door that couldn't be unlocked and had to start over.

The little carpenter, one of her few childhood friends, would muster up the courage to come and stop her, and then waste all his time in a meaningless battle, lying on the ground exhausted until he saw the sun rise.

The cook, the spider, the dog, even the homeless man, everyone was trying to stop her. It seemed as if everything that was kind in the past had changed, and she could not move forward in such a world.

"Why?" She once asked the system such a question.

The system calmly told her that this was just the price of reversing time. This was never the world she was familiar with. This was a microcosm of her world, not real, but not illusory either.

Defeat means being persuaded, means retreating, means wavering, and all the instability will interfere with the unstable time and space, and the unstable time and space will collapse in this instability, so everything will start all over again.

Little Red Riding Hood thought about the cost and said nothing more. Having the ability to start over was already a blessing. How many people wanted such a wish? It hadn't been fulfilled yet. Even if it was a little difficult, it wasn't an excuse for her to be picky.

Besides, she was not without progress. The cards provided by the system became her helpers, and she herself was also constantly training.

Otherwise, if she still maintained her original abilities, she would often not even have the chance to use cards when facing some cunning monsters, and would have to start the day over again in gloom.

Hmm, it feels like starting this day over again seems a little familiar.

Therefore, compared to the random slashing at the beginning, Little Red Riding Hood has made great progress to now have a considerable number of cards in her hand.

And the clues about her grandmother's disappearance came to her ears through one victory after another and through investigations.

She had learned about the werewolf from the drunkard in the tavern and the familiar hunter. Without thinking too much, Little Red Riding Hood determined that the murderer must be the werewolf.

She still remembered that the hunter had told her that the werewolf was injured and that he had killed it himself, so it couldn't be faked. At the end, the hunter asked Little Red Riding Hood if she wanted his help, but Little Red Riding Hood refused. She was afraid that choosing to travel with others was also a manifestation of weak willpower.

After all, whether it's the rumors about roaming werewolves or the information given by friends in the chat group, they will ultimately point the finger at the damn werewolves.

And at this moment, what she was doing was chasing the werewolf.

During the days she wandered in the dark forest, she had to overcome not only those powerful enemies, but also this deadly terrain.

She seemed to have noticed something, and she stopped abruptly, put down the lamp in her hand, squatted down, grabbed a handful of moist soil that was slightly sunken on the ground, and crushed it.

The coarse hair in the mixed soil and gravel was soon exposed. There were some mottled bloodstains on the black hair. This subtle clue naturally did not escape her eyes.

The experience accumulated through constant failure and death is also one of the decisive factors that enabled him to gradually get here.

Little Red Riding Hood searched some nearby soil and almost determined the direction the other party had walked within a circled area.

Without hesitation, she picked up the lamp made for her by the blacksmith and hurried after her, fearing that she would lose her. She didn't know how long she would have to search. After all, her time was limited. If she couldn't find her grandmother when the sun rose, she would continue to repeat this dull and boring day.

The further we went, the stronger the smell of wild beasts and blood became.

She clenched the peg of the small round shield that she had transformed from a card, and tightly grasped the long sword that faintly had a purple ghost emerging and wailing. Even though the key clue to saving her grandmother was right in front of her, she still moved forward steadily.

Even though she wanted to run over, grab the werewolf by the throat and force him to tell her the whereabouts of her only relative, Little Red Riding Hood couldn't do it.

At least not yet.

If she didn't want all her efforts to be in vain, she should be even more cautious, especially when the dawn of victory was about to appear before her, then she should be doubly careful and attentive.

She held her breath and carefully parted the grass in front of her. She saw the werewolf, who was hastily wrapped in blood-stained bandages and was taking a peaceful nap leaning against a tree.

At this moment, she thought of her missing grandmother, and she couldn't help but pull her

"Who is there!"

Perhaps the dense grass was too easily disturbed by the chain reaction, and the werewolf, who was gradually losing control, immediately noticed the swaying grass. He bared his sharp teeth, rolled his throat, and let out a low roar.

He tried to scare the ignorant guy away, not because of the fear of being hurt, but because he just didn't want to hurt innocent people.

Seeing that she had been discovered, Little Red Riding Hood stopped hiding and simply walked out of the bushes, looking calmly at the guy in front of her.

The werewolf recognized the person in front of him at a glance. He subconsciously took two steps back. The desire to escape took over and even surpassed his wild instincts, because he knew very well that if he stayed, the other party would definitely be injured.

He didn't want the other person to get hurt.

344 Little Red Riding Hood's Journey

The werewolf's hesitation and attempt to escape further irritated Little Red Riding Hood.

Little Red Riding Hood threw out a card without hesitation. On it was a silver sword, and three twinkling stars floated on the surface of the card. Looking closely, it looked like an exquisitely carved gem. Even the sword seemed to be lifelike, as if it could jump out of the black card with a silver wire border.

In fact, this was not an illusion. The long sword really emerged from the card and gradually enlarged. The pure black card inlaid with silver also disappeared from the air. The long sword slashed out fiercely, grazed the werewolf's injured arm, and then disappeared.

The bandage, which was originally wrapped in a rather messy way, was immediately torn apart and just hung loosely on the werewolf's arm. The blood that was flowing out of the opponent's arm stopped in an instant, and a long howl of pain was immediately roared out, filled with animality and anger that could no longer be suppressed.

The werewolf turned around, his eyes filled with bloodshot. The inexplicable pain almost wore away his last bit of willpower, but when he saw Little Red Riding Hood's face, he regained some clarity.

“Don’t come near me!!!”

He was in a daze, roaring at people without a clear mind. This was one of the few instincts he had left. As for his logic and rationality, they had long gone to hell.

But Little Red Riding Hood had forged a will of steel through countless battles, and she knew very well that no matter what the other side said, it was meaningless.

All she had to do was win this battle without wavering.

Long films with silver swords printed on them appeared one after another. The werewolf dodged left and right at first, but then he simply rushed towards Little Red Riding Hood regardless of anything.

The other party was running on all fours like a wolf, and its speed was far beyond Little Red Riding Hood's imagination.

Several long swords brushed past his body, leaving streaks of blood. One of the long swords fiercely pierced the werewolf's lower abdomen. The werewolf didn't even look at it, but his eyes became a little redder. He let the blood completely soak his hair and simple cloth.

He kicked the ground hard with his hind legs, making a pit in the soft mud. A large amount of mud, wrapped around his hair and withered grass, was pushed aside, and he rushed straight in front of Little Red Riding Hood.

Little Red Riding Hood reacted quickly and raised her small round shield, but it was obvious that this fragile shield was not enough to block the attack.

The werewolf's claws were sharper than he had imagined. They easily penetrated the shield and left several bloody marks on her arm.

Little Red Riding Hood groaned in pain, gritted her teeth, and took out a card with a silver base and red thread inlaid in her other hand.

The card was thrown towards the werewolf's abdomen and instantly expanded into a scorching fireball, roasting the opponent's fur black and curling it up, sending it flying.

The werewolf adjusted its angle the moment it was knocked flying, and its limbs landed steadily on the ground, leaving a scratch on the fragile soil.

At the same time, a purple ghost emerged from a strange angle and passed through the werewolf's body. The werewolf subconsciously jumped to avoid it, but it was completely useless.

The scarlet blood was drawn from the other's body and dissolved in Little Red Riding Hood's body, but it probably didn't hurt because Little Red Riding Hood didn't hear the other's howl.

The three wounds on the arm that had penetrated deep into the bone marrow were slowly healing along with the bright red marks.

This is a special piece of equipment that Little Red Riding Hood asked the blacksmith to make using the power of cards. It can extract a portion of the damage caused to the opponent and turn it into her own vitality. God knows how many times this weapon has saved her.

But Little Red Riding Hood only felt that her situation was getting worse. The pink flesh on the werewolf's lower abdomen that was originally exposed due to the burnt layer of skin and flesh was slowly wriggling and repairing, and the skin and flesh were also repairing. In the end, Little Red Riding Hood watched helplessly as the other party's wound became intact. If it weren't for the burnt hair, she couldn't even be sure that she had really done it.

But this attack undoubtedly completely enraged the opponent, and he stopped even repeating those illogical words, and just pounced on him again, waving his claws.

The sharp claws sank into the wooden shield, making a harsh sound. The opponent moved his sharp claws hard and cut the shield in half.

Little Red Riding Hood threw out a card with a black background and silver threads in her hand, which turned into a sharp bee-like single hand that could hold a stinger much longer than a dagger. However, this weapon had no handle, and the place where it was held was just as sharp and even pierced deeply into her palm.

But this weapon also penetrated the werewolf very well and nailed him to the ground, even though Little Red Riding Hood knew that this was only temporary, because the weapon would disappear in a moment, and the werewolf might even break free before the weapon disappeared.

The horrific penetrating wound allowed Little Red Riding Hood to absorb enough blood, and the wound on her hand completely healed. However, she was really helpless as for the wound on her arm that had almost scraped off half of the flesh.

Just as she was about to think about her next move, the werewolf's attack arrived as expected. Its huge claws slammed hard on the already precarious broken shield. The shield completely shattered, fell to the ground, and disappeared.

The cards that Little Red Riding Hood can use are limited. To be more precise, each of her cards has a cooldown time after use, and some are even disposable consumables. Take her Fireball spell for example. Since she has not studied the magical abilities, she just forcibly expanded this spell based on what she observed.

Now, there are not many cards in her deck that are not on cooldown. After all, most of her cards are only two to three stars, and there are no higher ones. Only by strengthening them can the cooling of the cards be accelerated.

This often results in Little Red Riding Hood having every card in her hand cool down after she has fought from the beginning to the end, and she is now facing this embarrassing situation.

Seeing the werewolf's huge claws coming to attack again, Little Red Riding Hood decisively took out a card with a gold background and black silk. On it was a Viking holding a shield. The Viking immediately appeared in front of him, holding the shield high.

But this time she made a mistake. After destroying the shield, the werewolf's claws hit her with no less force.

Little Red Riding Hood's fragile body was slapped away in an instant, and rolled several times on the ground. Red blood stained a large area of ​​the ground. The usual pain spread over her body, but Little Red Riding Hood looked at the column of weekly task completion and closed her eyes with peace of mind.

She will come back again and become stronger than now.

345 Things I've experienced countless times

Time reversed, and in just a moment of trance, the clothes that were originally covered with dust, mud, broken branches and soaked in blood were intact again.

Little Red Riding Hood turned over and quickly got up from the ground. The moon, which was about to disappear, returned to its rising state, and the pain disappeared without a trace.

She set off without stopping, as if she was used to it.

She pulled the two strings on her hood, tightening it and hiding her face in the shadows.

The next step is to follow the trajectory that you have already determined. It is the most convenient and fastest way, at least, in the dark forest.

The wind whistled past her ears and into her hood, blowing away her already messy white hair. She bent down slightly, and her small, bright red figure danced quickly in this warm city.

The obstacle was just as she had imagined. She could already see the outline of the guard uncle vaguely appearing not far away, holding a lamp in his hand.

Perhaps he heard the noise here, he looked up at where Little Red Riding Hood was and quickly chased after her.

Little Red Riding Hood moved very quickly. She moved as soon as she saw the guard uncle extending his hand to her. Before the guard could react, he stopped her with a serious face and told her that no passage was allowed on full moon nights. She had heard this iconic catchphrase so many times that she even wanted to roll her eyes.

She deftly took out two cards from her waist, and two identical silver swords appeared in her hands. She flew out of her hands and without stopping, she used the wooden box to jump high.

Following her command, the hilt of the sword hit the opponent's head hard, making a crisp sound.

The guard stretched out half of his hand and immediately Zhe came back weak. He turned around a few times and fell to the ground, and Little Red Riding Hood just jumped over his head at this moment.

While still in mid-air, she had already aimed at the target and grabbed the railing in front of her. She jumped up the wall with her hard-soled boots and moved forward quickly on the steep roof without slowing down at all.

The dog below raised its head and barked at her madly, and no matter how the homeless man tried to comfort it, it remained anxious and restless.