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"What's wrong with me?"

said Ron, getting up and shaking his dazed head.

"Nothing? You fainted! "

Di Lin stood up and smiled, "It's been three days. I didn't expect you to be unconscious for three days. I thought you weren't going to wake up!"

"Three days?" Ron was taken aback. "I've been in a coma for such a long time? "I actually don't feel it at all …"

To Ron, the dream seemed like a matter of time. How could it take so long?

Remembering the dream, Ron still couldn't figure it out.

Looking at the petite figure in front of him, Ron couldn't help but feel his heart heat up. This magical beast girl called Di Lin had actually waited here for three days.

"Thank you …"

He thanked her sincerely.

"No need to thank me!" "You saved me after all. It's only right that I take care of you for a few days."

As she spoke, she pulled at the fire to make it burn even hotter. The pot on top of the fire was burning red, and the meat soup inside was boiling, exuding a tempting fragrance.

Rönn was astounded by the sight.

She took the jar down, ignoring the fact that it was hot enough to burn her hand, and poured the broth into a bowl, releasing a cloud of fragrant white smoke.

"Here you go!" "Drink it," she said. "Warm up."

Ron thanked him and took a sip. A warm feeling flowed into his mouth and down his esophagus to his stomach.

"Delicious!"

Ron, too, was starving.

As the bowl of meat soup entered his stomach, Ron felt his stomach grow warm and comfortable. Even his body began to heat up, a hint of blood appearing on his pale face.

Seeing the contented smile on Ron's face, Deirdre also smiled sweetly, feeling as sweet as honey in her heart. She didn't know that her grandmother's casual words had caused her love for Ron to slowly sprout like a seed.

Seeing that Ron was looking at her, Di Lin couldn't help blushing. She stopped smiling and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing. I only saw you wearing so little clothes. Don't you feel cold?" Ron was curious about this question and wanted to ask it all the time.

It was true that Di Lin was wearing very little clothes. She was wearing a single sleeved shirt and long boots. It would be extremely cold if a human girl were to wear such clothes. Even Ron was tightly wrapped up.

However, she wasn't a human. She was a magical beast, and possessed an extremely strong body.

"None of your business!" Di Lin glared at him and said, "Do you think we are just as weak as you humans?" All of us Magical Beasts have powerful bodies, so this bit of cold energy is not too difficult for us. There are even some magical beasts that like to live in snow and ice … "

"Oh, haha, I almost forgot that you're a magical beast …" Ron laughed and blinked. "But I still like the way you look when you turn into a little white …"

"Little White?" It took her a moment to realize that Ron was playing with her, that he was talking about her as a dog.

"You —" Di Lin raised her little fist in anger and punched him hard a few times. "I told you to call me Little White again!"

"Ouch, it hurts so bad …" Ron was beaten black and blue by her pink fists.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Did I hurt you? " As soon as she saw him, she became nervous again. "I'm sorry, I hit too hard …"

Although she looked like a delicate girl, and her hand strength was much greater than that of an ordinary human girl, Ron's pain was indeed not feigned, but it was not as severe as his expression.

"Wow, how dare you mess with me —" A flash of amusement passed through Ron's eyes, and only then did she realize that she had been fooled again. She simply punched him hard a few times, and Ron was no longer able to laugh.

"Wow, you really did it? "It hurts so bad..." Ron shouted.

"Serves him right? "Who told you to pretend …" "I don't know," said Diline weakly, and when she saw Ron's face, she laughed, and Ron smiled shyly.

"Oh right, why are you alone? What about your grandmother? "

It occurred to Ron that she had come with an old granny, but now she was alone.

"She's gone …" Thinking of her grandma, a sorrowful look appeared on Dylin's face, and her long eyelashes drooped down, "She's the prophet of our Thousand Phantom Frozen Wolf Clan, and she had already predicted that she would die soon. Thus, she returned to the Dark Forest, the place where she and my grandpa met and fell in love …"

"I'm sorry..."

Only then did Ron realize that he had brought up something that made the other party sad.

"It's nothing. Actually, I already had a premonition before coming to the Dark Forest. Her words are always weird, but I never dared to say anything like that …"

Thinking of her grandma, her eyes reddened.

Ron didn't say anything either. He didn't know what to say now.

"Where are you going now?"

After a long while, Ron asked.

"Where else can I go?" "Of course I'm going home …"

"Go home? You mean, back to your demon beast empire? "

She nodded.

Ron thought for a moment, then asked, "So — so I. I... How can I find you? "

"Looking for me?" Hearing this, Di Lin's eyes lit up and she asked with a smile, "Why are you looking for me?"

"Do you still need a reason?" He scratched his head. "Aren't we friends?" Furthermore, I wish to go to the Magic Beast Empire to have a look. It can't be that you don't welcome me, right? "

In his young mind, going to the Warcraft Empire was as normal as going to a friend's house.

"Of course — welcome." "You're right, we are friends. Of course we welcome you …" "Come to my clan..."

"That's good then..." Ron smiled. He thought for a moment, then said, "But, you have to wait until I get my revenge …"

"Revenge?" Dylin opened her eyes wide, and a puzzled look appeared on her face. Ron quickly told her about his grandfather's matter.

When she saw the awkward look on Ron's face, she realized that she had said the wrong thing. "I'm sorry, I'm not talking about you …"

"Mm, I know …" Ron nodded his understanding.

"Do you want me to help you?" She thought for a moment, then made a suggestion Ron couldn't refuse.

Dylin's suggestion was very attractive to Ron. If he wanted revenge, it would be better to have one more person. She wasn't weak either; she was a magical beast of the fourth step.

"This..." Ron lowered his head, thought for a moment, then said, "No need."

He raised his head, his eyes gleaming with self-confidence. "I hope to take revenge on my own. Besides taking revenge, I also wish to become a strong warrior. If I need the help of others to take revenge, how can I be considered strong?"

Seeing that Ron was adamant, Dielin did not force him. She smiled and said, "Ron, I believe that you will definitely become a peerless expert …"

His grandmother had seen his future in Ron, so she had great faith in him.

Ron gave a faint smile as he was noncommittal to her words. Compared to her, he didn't have much confidence in himself. He was just trying his best. After all, the path of the strong was not that easy.

"Ron!" "This is the token of our family. With just this, you can find me. Our family is located in the snowfield in the northwest of the Magic Beast Empire, in Asia Minor. If you take the plate, you can find me …"

Ron took it and saw that it was a heavy iron plate with a snow-white wolf head engraved on it. It looked extremely ferocious. He nodded and said, "I will …"

"I'm leaving, take care." She had met Ron twice and spent half a day with him. She was a little reluctant to part with him, but there was still a lot of work in the family that she needed to do.

As she left, her figure slowly faded into the wind and snow, and Ron stared at her for a long time.

The fire inside the cave was still crackling and emitting waves of heat, making the entire cave feel warm. Compared to the wind and snow blowing outside, there was a sense of spring in the air.

"She left in the end!"

Ron reluctantly looked away. He had a strange, yet familiar feeling about her, like a friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

Ron had had no friends since he was a kid, no friends, none at all, and that had something to do with his background. Who would make friends with a beggar?

Ron felt something in Diren, something called friendship, and he didn't think much about anything else.

"It's time to cultivate. Facing Guderian, I don't have any power to resist. This means that my strength is not yet sufficient …" Ron took a deep breath, a determined look in his eyes.

"Don't blame your opponent for being too strong, that's because you don't work hard enough. There is a reason why any powerhouse is a powerhouse, you have only seen the glorious surface of others, but not the hard work others put in behind them. Complaining about the helplessness of life is simply useless, you have to take effective action!"

Every sentence, every sentence, was familiar to Ron, and each one of them was the sum of his thousand years of experiences and summaries of his life. It made Ron's heart light up with the feeling of having a bad taste in his mouth.

Ron's heart grew firmer as he continued to mutter the words of Komelins. Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.