The Bald Monk in the City

Chapter 972 Hunter and Swordsman (Two Updates!)

Eliza was lazily lying on the sofa, enjoying a pleasant leisure time.

She used to be a model, but that was a thing of the past.

For some people, life is not so difficult.

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

Even for some of them, the erosion of time does not wash away their unique taste.

On the contrary, with the precipitation of time, it gradually becomes unique.

In a world of billions, these people are not uncommon.

And Elisa is one of them who is neither outstanding nor unknown.

In this small circle, she had already enjoyed the excitement of fame and honor.

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

It's very long, and there are many wonderful things waiting for her.

Just like the cat that is lazily nestling on the sofa like her now:

It was a typical Maine Coon cat, with its large size and long and heart-warming fur.

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

A cat-like life, light and nimble, with an intoxicating vitality...

So, how exactly do you catch a druid?

Eliza was lost in thought, just like countless hunter ancestors.

This is a tradition that hunters have a long enough history, and it is also the ambition that every new hunter will inevitably have when he first comes into contact with druids.

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

She likes these elf-like guys, they make her life more warm.

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

Just like now, Zongwang has chosen her...

How much fun are sand sculpture netizens?

Elisa opened the forum on her own plane, and soon she saw a reply in some kind of square text.

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

Although due to cultural differences, she failed to understand the full meaning of it.

But this didn't affect her, she was laughing and rolling on the sofa like a bear child.

The Maine Coon cat jumped away from the sofa nimbly, and licked its fur expressionlessly.

For the hostess' sand sculpture behavior, there is no discomfort or panic at all.

But it didn't escape, and under the action of some kind of magical power, it was directly drawn to Eliza's side.

If the Maine Coon understood human language and culture, it would definitely slap three angrily? , and shouted loudly, is this how the hunter's pet recall is used?

But obviously now this Maine Coon cat has gained some strengthening due to the hunter's contract.

But it is obviously still a bit short of reaching the point of understanding human culture.

So it could only growl in a muffled voice, but it was completely useless in the hands of the hostess who had become an adventurer.

Forget it, let's go and have a look. If it's not suitable, it's not too late to quit.

Eliza said while stroking the Maine Coon cat. What she meant by this sentence was the adventure group recruitment post that appeared on the comprehensive web forum recently.

Although, other adventure groups appeared later.

But in Eliza's view, those who can make an adventure group in the first place still have some skills.

If she wanted to join the adventure group, Eliza would not consider anything else.

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

Although she is proud, she doesn't think she is suitable to fight alone.

The wild blood of the Slavs flows in her veins, but the cultural baptism and social influence she has received have made her more cautious about fighting.

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

If you can catch a little Druid, that would be a wonderful thing...

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Whoosh!

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

Tong Chuan looked at the scattered grass stalks, his face was full of joy.

He likes to use swords, which probably has something to do with the ideas his father instilled in him since he was a child.

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

Just like the gifted existence mentioned in those biographical novels, his fit with the sword is unimaginable for ordinary people.

When he was young, he could delicately control the distance of the sword.

By the time he was a teenager, he had mastered all kinds of swordsmanship by heart.

Even at the age of 20, he developed the legendary sword energy.

Although he often teased that the sword energy could be used to cut nails, he was still proud in his heart.

But when he took the sword and asked his father what he could do with his swordsmanship, his father was silent...

After all, they are not those artists who are now chasing vanity fairs for profit.

Even if the martial art has declined now, the strength of character of the warrior cannot just be buried.

As far as Tong Chuan was concerned, he even disdained to use his sword to deal with those who didn't even have a solid basic skill, and then clamored to fight with others.

After all, his father didn't answer him, 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 real shame, but so what?

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

In other words, for a person who devotes all his life to a sword, this is the only place where his life shines.

In the crowd, it is extremely difficult to maintain yourself without getting lost.

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

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

Yes, his life of more than 20 years has been devoted to this Qingfeng.

Then, he met her...

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

It's starting to get warm, starting to fill with some new, mouth-puckering glow.

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

In the past few years, his swordsmanship has suddenly made great progress.

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

However, something happened recently, which gave him some vague guesses.

He is also looking forward to challenging more swordsmen in the world called Zongwang.

Perhaps there, is the real belonging of the swordsman.

However, Tong Chuan put down his sword.