The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2539 Boris

The Thunder Tree is currently planted in locations including but not limited to Mushen Continent, Tili, Jinghai Kingdom, the Arab world, the Illusionary Island Chain, and the Third World Line. Well, it's mainly for the convenience of communicating with the only one among the Three Corpses who is willing to communicate with me. There is also an extra offshoot in the Corpse Weaving Illusionary Realm.

Li Cang coughed lightly, then, with a gesture of respect, placed one hand on Boris's chest and bowed slightly, saying, "This is just a small gift, nothing to show of respect. Brother Niu, you've worked hard. Let's keep things peaceful and make money!"

Old Wang spat: "Heh~ Look at your hypocritical face, don't sleep too soundly tonight!"

Li Cang: "?"

Having just experienced the surge of the jump wave, Changhe Luori was covered in dust and looked quite disheveled. If Li Cang hadn't shielded him, he would have been half-dead: "Isn't this thing supposed to be this violent? Damn, I've never encountered anything like this before!"

"Ha, that's because you hadn't met Li Cang before." Old Wang said with a heavy heart, as if recalling unbearable memories: "You'd better hurry up and cut your heart out and hide it well!"

Li Cang closed his eyes and sensed the movement: "Hmm, it seems to be successful. All the passages for the Thunder Tree saplings that serve as nodes have been occupied. This time it went surprisingly smoothly—"

"Crack!"

"Damn it, what are you yelling for? Are you just trying to cause trouble when you're not sick?"

“@#￥%…”

Li Cangren was stunned, staring dumbfounded at the spiderweb-like, meandering trails radiating around the now-rounded cracks, his head buzzing.

This has nothing to do with any contingency plans or schemes. What the Mage is concerned about is why this thing has to interrupt when he is speaking. No, I am a dignified leader of the first playthrough of the Orbital Line. Even if I don't have any merit, I must have worked hard, okay? You little brat, you don't even mention being favored by fate and heaven and earth, what does this mean?
The Yellow Heaven is dead, the Azure Heaven shall rise!
Let's rebel! My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens!
The mage, who had been trying to defy fate, reluctantly accepted America's only remaining legacy, which was still pitifully small.

This time, it wasn't that the Americans had once again premeditatedly avoided the true damage of the Falling Treasure Coins. Rather, the warp wave burst caused virtually no damage to the Fate Servant system. Instead, it directly wiped out all the space carriers within a radius of several thousand kilometers and paralyzed all the modified islands.

Although the Americans were quite tough and didn't utter a sound, the problem was that Li Cang didn't even have a place to use his traditional battlefield cleaning skills.

"From green to mature." Old Wang rubbed the now rounded crack on the top of his head in the air: "No, this is fucking too mature! It's already started laying pups!"

"Can you just die already?" Li Cang rolled his eyes, opened the prayer chat interface, and typed furiously: "It seems to have stopped spreading. Let's observe for a while and then discuss it further!"

Old Wang peeked over furtively and asked, "Who is it?"

Li Cang, nicknamed "Little Hissmore," sighed, "This bug thing is definitely not going to be resolved. So she thinks that once the passage is opened, I can just blow up the Nest Lord and escort that thing to her alive?"

Old Wang chuckled: "What a noble, unconditional, precious, and golden trust this is! You heartless man, you can't let that young lady down! You've sold her to you, be careful everyone talks behind your back!"

"nerve."

In order to obtain firsthand material, Li Cang unusually did not turn around and run away this time. He planned to wait under the rift for a while before killing or burying the insects. After all, there was a high probability that the insects that would come would be fresh and hot, and it was worthwhile for the magician to spend some extra precious time.

Master Wang is a man of action; even during this spare moment, he doesn't forget to fish. He dragged over a wild island, set up a fishing rod and a fire, and pulled out his family's heirloom instant noodles, which had been expired for who knows how many years.

"Just watch, the jump burst didn't blow all this water away. Given the little coin's protective principle, there must be a lot of fish in here. We'll cook this noodle soup in a bit, hey, you know that fish soup, right? Hey, I'll cook a fish every time I cast my line, delicious!"

"Ah."

"Holy crap, isn't that...that...that...Big Baldy! Hahaha, oh holy crap, Big Baldy, what are you doing here??" "Lee! Wong!" Boris, as usual, was wearing his signature bearskin cloak, only this time it was a polar bear's, truly burly and muscular, his cloak bulging as if it were about to explode. He jumped off the back of a servant of fate, crashing onto the sky island with a loud bang, and shouted, "My friend! My brother!"

A fatal embrace.

It was clear that Boris had been waiting for them for a long time before finally finding a chance to show up, and he was quite impatient: "My brother! Why are you still so skinny! Have your women drained you dry, my friend?"

"So frail!" Li Cang was also pleased: "I heard from Brother Corpse that there's an acquaintance here, but your name is clearly too complicated for it!"

Old Wang clicked his tongue and said, "Didn't you find a wife? Why don't you bring your sister-in-law over to have some fun?"

"Having fun?" Boris gasped. "My friend, you make me feel very dangerous, more dangerous than ever before!"

"Li Cang!" A little girl with platinum blonde hair suddenly appeared and her words struck Li Cang like a thunderbolt: "Daddy has agreed to let me marry you! Marry me now!"

She wore a halter-neck mini-skirt, had a full back tattoo, blonde hair, blue eyes, and an innocent-looking face.

The poor mage was knocked back by the little girl's savage charge, and asked in bewilderment, "Bald guy, what's this?"

Boris exclaimed with pride and doting affection, "Elsa! My ice princess, Elsa! The only one in our family with platinum blonde hair!"

Old Wang's lips twitched: "Goodness, if your Chinese isn't good, speak Russian! Don't breathe so hard, I thought he was the only one in your family with hair!"

"No, no, no!" Boris emphasized repeatedly, "I used to have beautiful hair too, but I had some accidents when I was young, accidents! And a little bit of a mishap during my prayers that turned me into this, understand?"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her cuteness, Elsa became anxious: "Father! Father!"

“Elsa! My darling!” Boris bent down to face Elsa. “You’re only ten! Ten! Anyone who didn’t know better would think we’d gone back to the Tsarist era! Love requires patience and growth; you’re too young to understand—”

“I’m! Thirteen! Years! Old!!” Aisha spat out a string of hurried Russian words through gritted teeth, coldly changing her form of address: “Comrade-in-Chief!”

Boris, his head shaved, said awkwardly, "Oh~ time must have stolen something from between us, father and daughter~"

"That's exactly what you said last time! Exactly the same! So, Comrade, you're too lazy to even come up with an excuse now, are you? Our relationship ends here! It ends here!"

“Baby, baby~” Boris couldn’t call his daughter back. He lowered his arm and sighed, “See, my friend, things have turned out like this ever since I showed Elsa your picture, so you’re partly to blame!”

Li Cang: ─━_─━
Old Wang withdrew his gaze from Elsa's shapely back and looked Boris up and down repeatedly: "Hey, bald guy, you look like a Siberian hamster, how could you possibly give birth to such a vixen? Professional advice—"

"No advice! No advice!" Boris waved his hands repeatedly. "My friend, with your looks, you obviously can't understand the past of us high-level people. You should really see what I looked like when I was young!"

"What, are you also a handsome young man from the surrounding villages?"

"Given the population density of our country and my region, there are less than five people per 20 square kilometers, so you're being too conservative, my friend!"

"Goodness, it's been years, and you, bald guy, have become quite the smooth talker now?"

(Note: For information about Boris the Bald, see Chapter 263, "The Camp and the Aftermath of the Island Chain Robbery"; for Elsa, see Chapter 2431, "The Chaotic Situation".)