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"Sister Wen Wan, are you confident in the last game?"

Song Wen smiled gracefully, and her whole body exuded confidence.

"That's right, I have been trained by that guy for a long time. With my current strength, I may not win against a first-level god alone, but! If I face a first-level god of the dragon system, I will Let the other party know what it means to be a dragon father."

When it came to beating a first-level dragon god, Song Wenwan's whole demeanor changed. This time her training was not done by Jun Mo himself.

When she thought of the man stationed at the space station, Song Wenwan's face showed admiration.

(The identity of the webmaster changes according to the people who participate in the trial, and future robots will also appear in human form. Is this reality? It can’t be too outrageous. (laughing))

"Incarlos, we will be more powerful than him, don't you think so?"

"Inka~ (Yes, my lord.)"

"The battle arena has been restored. Please invite players from both sides to enter."

"Sister Wen Wan, it's time for you to play."

Song Wenwan casually picked up Lei Bi and took a sip.

"Well, it's time for me to play. After all, you have spent a lot of energy to win. Leave the rest of the battle to me."

Song Wenwan put her hands in her pockets and walked towards the competition channel with a confident face. Her teammates have tried their best for this game, so I can't let them down. The final winner of this game is only us. The Soaring Dragon will only be our Soaring Dragon.

Arriving at the player tunnel, the first thing Song Wenwan saw was Jun Mo leaning against the wall.

"Brother Junmo."

Seeing Song Wenwan walking quickly, Jun Mo also stood up and took a step forward.

When she came in front of Jun Mo, Song Wenwan's eyes became moist. Others may not know it, but what she experienced was a hell for a young girl. There may not be any danger there, but the constant In the space station, in that universe without any life, loneliness became something she had to overcome.

She was just a teenage girl who didn't understand any big principles. In her most glorious years, she experienced hardships that no one could imagine.

"Little girl, you have changed."

Song Wenwan did not reply, but quietly felt the hand on her head, enjoying the tenderness she had not felt for a long time.

"Do you blame me?"

Song Wenwan shook her head.

"I have no complaints or regrets. This is the path I chose. My brother often says that I have to walk the path I choose on my knees, even if the path is extremely difficult."

Song Wenwan's tears finally flowed down.

"I'm...finished."

Jun Mo was silent for a moment and gently pulled Song Wenwan into his arms.

"Well, you're done, and I'm proud of you."

"Well, I'm rarely proud either."

Song Wenwan closed her eyes gently and leaned obediently into Jun Mo's arms.

That lonely time was really painful.

Song Wenwan quietly enjoyed the beauty of this moment. She didn't reply, letting tears slide down her cheeks and wet Jun Mo's collar.

"Invite both players to enter!"

The referee's announcement was like a sharp sword that broke the beautiful atmosphere here.

Song Wenwan stood up, stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and showed a vicissitudes of smile that did not match her age.

"Brother Jun Mo, I'm going to compete. Next, let's see how I completely torture the opponent."

Jun Mo didn't reply, but held Song Wenwan's hand when she left.

"???"

Song Wenwan's pretty face also turned slightly red, but her experiences over the years had taught her how to hide her feelings.

"Just relax in front of me, okay?"

Jun Mo's words were very gentle, as if they contained some magic power, reaching straight into Song Wenwan's injured heart.

"..."

Song Wenwan froze there, watching Jun Mo gently wipe the tears on his cheeks. He was very serious and rarely gentle. This tenderness was different from before. This tenderness belonged completely to him. The heartache Jun Mo feels about himself is the satisfaction he feels in growing up, and he is proud of himself. These are Jun Mo's sincere thoughts about himself.

"Brother Jun Mo...thank you."

Jun Mo smiled slightly, wiping Song Wenwan's tears while teasing him.

"The webmaster says you are very good, but I don't think so. You are obviously very good. It's rare for a webmaster to be blind sometimes."

"Pfft~"

Song Wenwan smiled. This time it was no longer the suppressed smile before. This time, her smile was more like a young girl's and more from the heart.

"I understand, Brother Jun Mo. Although I haven't reached the level of a webmaster yet, I believe that sooner or later I will push him to the ground and rub him. When the time comes, I will take photos and record videos. At that time, Brother Jun Mo can laugh at each other unscrupulously."

"Okay, I'm waiting for your video."

Song Wenwan nodded her little head vigorously, and the huge figure in front of her also fluctuated. However, no one looked at her at this beautiful moment.

"I'm going to compete. Brother Jun Mo, just look at my results over the years."

"Go."

Song Wenwan turned around and put her hands in her trouser pockets. As she moved forward, the aura of a young girl on her body became less and less, replaced by the confidence and dominance of a hundred battles on the battlefield.

She, Song Wenwan, is no longer the young girl she was back then. She is now the close disciple of the Space Station Commander Justin and the heir to the next Commander.

At this time, on the high platform of the competition field.

That was the scene in the tunnel for both players.

On one side is the captain of the mysterious team.

On one side is the last member of Team Dragon.

In the audience, all the Dragon Kingdom viewers saw that the last member turned out to be a girl, and their faces showed doubts. Of course, they were just doubts.

However, what happened next caused the entire Dragon Kingdom audience to fall silent.

Then, the entire Dragon Kingdom audience in the live broadcast room fell silent.

As a result, everyone in the Dragon Kingdom watching the live broadcast fell silent.

Looking at Song Wenwan’s childish face;

Look at that mature temperament that belies his age;

Look at those eyes that are not as agile as those of a girl;

Look at that calmness full of wind and frost.

For the first time, the Longguo people felt sincere heartache. How old was she? What had she experienced? How did she maintain the appearance of a young girl after becoming what she is today? How tired must she be~

Witnessing the transformation of a girl from a young girl to a battle-hardened veteran, it’s not like the people of the Dragon Country have never seen this process before, but! A girl who was less than eighteen years old had such a transformation, and the hearts of the people in the Dragon Kingdom sank.