Chapter 957: The Hunter and the Swordsman (Two Watches!) )

Eliza was lazy on the couch as she enjoyed her leisure.

She used to be a model, but that's in the past.

For some people, life is not such a difficult thing.

The natural superior conditions make them invincible in work and life.

Even for some of them, the wear and tear of time does not wash away their unique smell.

On the contrary, with the precipitation of time, it slowly becomes a unique charm.

These people are not uncommon in a world of billions of people.

Eliza, on the other hand, is not an outstanding or unknown member.

In this small circle, she has already enjoyed the thrill of fame and honor.

But she soon got tired of it, she chose to give up, she had a brilliant life of her own.

It's long, and there's a lot of wonderful stuff waiting for her.

Just like now, the cat who is just as lazy as she is on the couch:

It was a typical Maine, with the largest size of a cat and a long, warm coat.

Eliza knew that it was a proud little one, just like her.

The cat-like life is light and agile, with an intoxicating vitality......

So, how do you catch a druid?

Eliza was lost in thought, like countless hunter ancestors.

This is a tradition that hunters have a long enough history of, and it is also the ambition that every budding hunter will inevitably have when they first come into contact with a druid.

In fact, after quitting her modeling job, Eliza was ready to open a pet shop.

She loves these elf-like creatures, they make her life so much warmer.

But fate will always take your life into some strange tributary at some unexpected time.

Just like now, the comprehensive network has selected her......

"Sand sculpture netizens are happy?"

Eliza flipped through the Plane forums, and soon she saw a reply in the form of some kind of square text.

Although this is not the Ukrainian and Russian language she is familiar with, she still forcibly understands the meaning of this passage with the power of Zongwang.

Although because of the differences in the relevant cultures, she did not pay attention to the full meaning.

But that didn't bother her, laughing and rolling around on the couch like a bear child.

The Maine jumped off the couch with a definite look, and it licked its fur with a blank face.

For the hostess's sand sculpture behavior, there is no unaccustomed or frightened at all.

However, it did not escape, and under the influence of some magical force, it was directly pulled to Eliza's side.

If the Maine knew human language and culture, it would have fired three in anger? , and shouted angrily that is how the hunter's pet recall is used?

But apparently the Maine has now been strengthened by the Hunter's Pact.

But it is clear that there is still a little bit of waiting to reach the point of understanding human culture.

So it could only growl in a muffled voice, but it was of no use to the mistress who had become an adventurer.

"Forget it, let's go and take a look, if it's not suitable, it's not too late to quit."

Eliza said as she stroked the Maine, which she meant by the recent adventuring group recruitment post that appeared on the forums of the comprehensive network.

Although, there will be other adventure groups in the future.

But in Eliza's opinion, those who can get the adventure group in the first place always have some skills.

If she wanted to join the party, Eliza wouldn't think about anything else.

After thinking about it, Eliza chose to apply for review from this adventure group.

She was proud, but she didn't think she was fit to work alone.

The wild blood of the Slavs flowed through her veins, but the cultural and social influences she was subjected to forged her to be more cautious about combat.

What's more, she just wants to catch more beasts and then domesticate them.

If you can catch a little virtue, it will naturally be a wonderful thing......

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"Whoosh!"

The sword light flew away like a white rainbow, and the grass stems that were several feet away from the sword light were cut off one after another!

Tong Chuan looked at the grass stalks scattered all over the ground, his face full of joy.

He likes to use the sword, presumably because of the philosophy that his father instilled in him from an early age.

But it doesn't matter, he was born to use a sword.

Just like those biographies say that he is a gifted being, his fit with the sword is unimaginable to ordinary people.

As a child, he was able to delicately control the distance of his sword.

When he was a teenager, he was familiar with the hundred schools of swordsmanship.

Even at the age of 20, he practiced the legendary sword qi.

Although he often joked that the sword qi could be used to cut his nails, he was proud in his heart after all.

It's just that when he took the sword and asked his father what he could do with this swordsmanship, his father was silent......

After all, they are not those artists who are chasing Vanity Fair for profit.

Even if martial arts have declined now, the spirit of martial artists cannot be buried.

As for Tong Chuan, he disdains to use his sword to deal with those who don't even have a solid basic skill, so they are noisy and fighting with others.

His father didn't answer him after all, but Tong Chuan got the answer from his father's face.

He belongs to the sword, but this era does not belong to the sword......

It's a shameful thing to do, but so what?

Tong Chuan continued to practice the sword, and only when he swung the sword, he felt that his life was complete.

In other words, for a man who puts all his life on a sword, this is the only place where his life shines.

In the midst of a crowd, it is extremely difficult to maintain oneself and not get lost.

It wasn't that he didn't think about putting down his sword, but looking at those classmates who were holding pens and full of confidence, and at those companions who released the light of life on the stage.

He was silent, but the hand holding the sword tightened.

Yes, his life of more than 20 years has been put into this green edge.

Then, he met her......

In the life of a young swordsman, there is no longer just one cold sword.

It began to warm, to be filled with something new, reminiscent of the corners of the lips.

Maybe she changed herself, or maybe he had a new understanding of the sword.

In recent years, his swordsmanship has suddenly improved dramatically.

It seems that once, the feeling of being like a limit has disappeared, and now he feels that the limit of his swordsmanship is: there is no limit!

But something has happened recently that has left him vaguely guessing.

He is also looking forward to going to the world called "Zongwang" to challenge more swordsmen.

Maybe that's where the swordsman really belongs.

However, Tong Chuan put down his sword.

He looked back at Nawan's smiling eyes, so he knew that this was where he belonged......