Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

Without a word, Mike shoved the branch into the snow pheasant's hand, and a miracle occurred.

The tree branch, which was ordinary in the man's hands, began to emit a faint golden light in the hands of the snow pheasant, and a magical power enveloped her body.

This……

Snow Pheasant has sharp eyes and immediately noticed several lines of characters carved on the surface of the tree branch. She recognized each character individually, but couldn't understand them when put together.

"what is this?"

Mike hesitated, then asked, "Could it be a special kind of rune?"

Snow Pheasant still didn't believe it: "Really?"

"Alright, Miss Snowskin, would you rather believe you are the chosen hero, or would you rather believe I am the uncle of the President of Colombia?"

27. Just smile.

Snow Pheasant cried out in her heart, "Neither of them is trustworthy!"

The heroes in novels and comics are super rich, how could she be a poor person who struggles to even eat?

However, after she obtained the so-called Holy Sword branch, her memories of Lin Yuxia making her a tutor gradually faded away.

It turns out that all those things that seemed reasonable were actually unreasonable.

Thinking of this, Little Liboli looked at the Holy Sword branch in his hand and began to have doubts from the bottom of his heart.

just in case……

What if she really is the chosen hero?

What if the repair shop owner was her guide?

Surely this feeling of warmth can't be fake?

Thinking of this, Snow Pheasant, disregarding whether Mike would think she was crazy, squatted down and used the Holy Sword branch to quickly write physics formulas on the sandy ground. Every single one was perfect and accurate...

"Mr. Mike, I..."

The girl looked up in surprise and saw Mike smiling in the moonlight.

The rain had stopped, and a strong wind blew across the sky, clearing away the dark clouds and revealing a beautiful bright moon.

The moonlight is so beautiful.

Snow Pheasant thought to herself.

It turns out she really is a chosen one.

The golden light emanating from the Holy Sword branch converged into a thin line, pointing to the area with the most severe pollution on the outer ring of Lungmen.

"Snow Pheasant, with great power comes great responsibility."

“Mr. Mike, I am not Peter Parker.”

This time it was Mike's turn to be stunned.

Xiao Liboli bit her lower lip, lowered her head and walked up to the man, her voice even softer.

“I know this is a dream. The gentleman appeared in my dream as Boss Mike. Everything is a dream, so…”

Because it's a dream, many wonderful things will happen. The girl is exceptionally brave, and when she wakes up, nothing will be left behind.

Therefore, let's try to make it as perfect as possible.

"Sir, may I see what you looked like before?"

Mike blinked, momentarily at a loss for how to deal with Snowpheasant in this state.

How come everyone can recognize him after two months?

Also, he doesn't know how to change back.

Faced with something so impossible, Mike's solution was simple: just smile and remain silent. Snowshrew, thinking he was dreaming, would automatically imagine why Mike couldn't become the Doctor he envisioned.

Sure enough, looking at the motionless and silent Mike, Xuezhi patted her cheeks with both hands and sighed self-deprecatingly, "It really is a dream. It even revealed my deepest thoughts. How could I expect Boss Mike to become a doctor?"

She took two steps back, carefully examining the man. She took a deep breath through her nose. It was a beautiful dream, and she had already felt its beauty. She hoped she could remember it when she woke up, but that was probably wishful thinking.

Snow Pheasant turned around and raised the holy sword branch in her hand again: "I am the Chosen Hero, how could I have such a dream? Boss Mike..."

She turned around, but the man was no longer behind her.

Sure enough, everything before was a dream, and she was still in a dream. Since that's the case, why not go a little crazier?

Xuezhi looked at the bicycle left at the scene, straddled it, and pedaled away in the direction indicated by the golden light.

I already said this is a dream, so naturally she is omnipotent in her dream.

Today, I'll be a hero destined by fate.

Mike's expression was quite complicated as he watched the girl walk away.

He could sense the pheasant's inner longing, but he couldn't truly respond to it.

He swore he would never love again.

The atmosphere had been built up so well just now; if he didn't disappear, it would be a disservice to Xuezhi for having shared so many of her innermost thoughts.

And then there's Peter Parker, a superhero from an ordinary family, who resonates even more with the operators.

Mike has told the operators many stories, and this is just one of them.

This damned land devours people without spitting out their bones, and has many accomplices.

I wonder if Yukichi will actually recognize him after she wakes up?

Although Mike no longer had a bicycle, he was still quite fast. Knowing the terrain of the outer ring of Longmen like the back of his hand, finding a shortcut was much easier than he had imagined.

"Capone, let me see where you, you rat, are hiding?"

……

Longmen Mansion.

Fiameta, who had just finished showering, was drying her hair with a towel. Not long ago, her good friend had returned with some amazing news.

The twist point in Lungmen might be quite complex; everyone is looking for the Syracuses.

But that wasn't what Fiameta was concerned about. Liboli frowned as she looked at her companion's face, which was clearly from crying. Her eyes were red and swollen like peaches. Over the years, she had become used to it.

"You're not in good condition, so there's no need to rush into the mission. The Twisted Points won't be released in Lungmen anytime soon."

Are you trying to comfort me?

I'm worried that your emotions are unstable and that problems might arise during the task.

The fallen angel nodded: "Alright, then I'll take it as your concern. Thank you very much."

"I already told you, I'm not concerned about you or unable to stand you. Besides this, you must have something else to tell me."

"There is something unusual in Texas."

Li Boli's focus was completely off: "Ah, shouldn't this be an internal problem for Penguin Logistics? You went to their side, and I thought you weren't coming back to sleep tonight."

"Texas had a tough time against Twisted Point before, and she seems to be covering for someone. Are you interested?"

This question did not elicit an immediate answer from Fiameta. She scrutinized Mostima's face, trying to find a clue in the fallen angel's expression.

For some reason, she had a feeling that her companions were slightly different from before.

Do you think this lead is reliable?

"I don't know, we'll only know once we try."

Li Boli sighed: "I just took a shower. Although the rain has stopped outside, it's still very hot and humid."

Mostima followed her lead and said, "Then come back and wash again. I can boil water for you."

"Besides that, as a close comrade-in-arms and best friend, shouldn't you say something more?"

Do you still want me to help you take a bath?

Ice cream coupon!

Fiameta raised her voice and emphasized again, "You have to give me your ice cream coupons next month. I'm not a child anymore, why should I need your help to take a bath?"

Mostima visibly relaxed, and Fiameta had been waiting for this opportunity. She suddenly asked, "Do you know something inside?"

"I don't know more than you do."

"No, something must have happened to you."

28. Liboli Conservation Association

Fiameta knows Mostima very well. Fallen angels are naturally indifferent and influenced by Originium Arts. They don't care about trivial matters at all. Many people say that she is cold and has a polite sense of distance.

But only a few people know the burning passion in her heart.

"I don't know, and I can't confirm it. If I tell you, it could easily cause misunderstandings. Longmen is in a special period right now, and any abnormal phenomenon could have incalculable consequences. Can you take responsibility for that?"

Fiameta was very unhappy to hear Mostima speak to her in such a tone, as if their former camaraderie and friendship had vanished and ceased to exist, and that only two staff members from the Lateran Notary Office were standing there.

"I don't care. If you know any secrets, you have to share them with me. If you get into trouble, I can help you stop before it's too late. It's better for both of us."

The fallen angel clearly didn't intend to dwell on this issue with her companion. She pointed outside and said, "Are you ready? Let's go now. If we're late, we might not encounter anything at all."

Fiameta casually tossed a towel onto the sofa: "Wait for me to change my clothes. I can't go out and fight in my pajamas."

"Why not? You've done it before."

The fallen angel's laughter annoyed Fiamet: "I already said that was a special case. If I had known that Colombia was so chaotic, and that you would get robbed even when staying in a hotel, I would never have gone there."

Li Boli complained as he went into the room to find clothes.

She was so merciful that since the fallen angel had pleaded, she wouldn't mind showing Sakta what Liberi's mercy was all about.

In Lateran, some people who love a good spectacle even set up a non-governmental organization called the Liberi Association, which votes on all the well-known Liberi birds in the area and selects the top-ranked bird every now and then.

Fiameta unexpectedly came into contact with this group and discovered that she herself was also within their voting range.

There was even a strange organization called the Fiameta Protection Association.

The Lateran people have always loved to have fun, and Fiameta felt he could accept whatever tricks they came up with.