Armor: Expelled and transformed into armor in front of the entire school

"Where is that virtual laboratory? I'll go check on the old man from the sacred mountain," Duanmu Yan said.

This was also his main purpose for coming here.

If what they say is true, then this old man is definitely not a simple person.

Xin Nan nodded: "Come with me."

He led Duanmu Yan to the virtual laboratory, saying, "Just close your eyes."

Duanmu Yan closed her eyes, and a strange scene appeared in her mind.

Xiangyun, Dashan.

When he opened his eyes, he was already above the white clouds.

"Duanmu Yan—"

A clear, ethereal voice came from behind him. Duanmu Yan slowly turned around, his pupils shrinking slightly.

The figure before him was none other than the golden armor from his dream.

How could he be here? Isn't he the old man from the sacred mountain?

Could this armor be called the Old Man of the Divine Mountain?

That's ridiculous; he immediately dismissed the idea.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. You've accomplished quite a lot lately."

Although the sound emitted by the golden armor was very soft, Duanmu Yan could sense its immense power and majesty.

Strange, isn't everything here virtual? Why do I have this feeling?

"Are you... the old man from the sacred mountain?" Duanmu Yan asked curiously.

The man in golden armor shook his head and said, "Who I am is not important. What is important is, who are you?"

Duanmu Yan's lips twitched. Why did this sentence sound so much like a line from a movie?

"Me? I'm just a ramen cook." Duanmu Yan laughed self-deprecatingly.

The emperor nodded in satisfaction: "Humility is a good thing. Only with a humble and unhurried attitude can the armor unleash its full power."

“I’ve seen you before,” Duanmu Yan recalled. “I saw you in a dream.”

"And, at that time, I was fighting you."

The emperor chuckled and said, "Dreams aren't always the opposite. Sometimes, things you've dreamed about will actually appear at a certain time."

"Maybe tomorrow, maybe next year."

Duanmu Yan frowned. "So, you mean I'll be fighting with you in the future?"

If that's the case, he's still unsure.

After all, Shura hasn't been upgraded yet, and Yatalis hasn't made any moves either.

If they really fought, he probably wouldn't be a match for him.

The emperor shook his head: "It's not me. Everything you're seeing now is virtual."

"You are fighting someone else."

"Someone else?" Duanmu Yan asked doubtfully. "Who? Is he good or evil?"

If it's for the good, then it's fine; with him around, the evil forces will be wiped out.

But if it's evil, even if you can't defeat it, you still have to eliminate it and prevent it from harming humanity.

At worst, I'll just expose him.

The emperor feigned profundity and said, "That's all I can say; heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."

The more Duanmu Yan looked at the armor, the more unfathomable it seemed.

He spoke with such confidence, as if he could predict the future.

"You have now eliminated half of the film industry's power. You have done a good job. This was not originally your responsibility, but you took it on."

"And it's much better made than the other five suits of armor."

The Emperor nodded with satisfaction and said, "If the current Five Armor Summoners could be like you, then I would be at ease."

He sighed softly; perhaps this was fate.

"Hmm... So, what is the main reason you want to see me?" Duanmu Yan asked the crucial question.

The emperor remained silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "Do you desire my power?"

Chapter 133 A rotten orange is a rotten orange

Bing'er walked helplessly down the street. King Jie was dead, and west Zhao joined the Armor Team.

What should I do?

When west Zhao met her, he tried to persuade her to go over.

But she really couldn't bring herself to do it, after all, she couldn't let go of the past and be with her former enemy.

The only person she felt favorably toward was Bei Miao, who saved her that day.

For some reason, he gave me a familiar feeling, as if I had seen him somewhere before, but I just couldn't remember where.

She passed by a coffee shop, and her eyes lit up.

How did he get here?

Bei Miao was sitting at a table outside, waving to the waiter and ordering an iced Americano.

Bing'er secretly sat behind him, her fingers nervously gripping the conch shell hanging around her neck.

Watching his retreating figure, a flutter stirred within me.

"If you'd like, then I'll join you."

She was already mentally rehearsing how she should bring it up with him.

"Hello, I'm Bing'er. I hope we can be friends. I promise I'll never do anything bad again."

No, she shook her head; that was too old-fashioned.

"We meet again, Black Rhino Armor Summoner, how are you?"

No, that sounds offensive.

"Hello sir, here's your iced coffee." The waiter respectfully placed the coffee in front of Bei Miao.

After the waiter left, Bing'er gritted her teeth, mustered her courage, and went up to him.

Never mind, just say it directly: Go Bing'er, you can do it!

She walked behind Bei Miao, her hand almost touching his shoulder.

Suddenly, the phone on his body rang, startling Bing'er so much that she quickly pulled her hand back and took a few steps back.

"Hello? Kunzhong? What's wrong?" Bei Miao answered the phone.

"What? west Zhao has joined us?"

"I disagree." He said decisively, "west Zhao used to be a member of the film industry. Are we going to let the enemy join us?"

"Is there something wrong with your brain, or is there something wrong with all of you?" he said angrily.

Hearing Bei Miao's words, Bing'er behind him felt a tremor in her heart, and the smile on her face faded slightly.

"Bei Miao, you have to believe me, west Zhao is really not a bad person. He was forced to join the film industry!" Kun Zhong said urgently.

Bei Miao took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.

He asked, "Was this Meizhen's idea or yours?"

“Me, Meizhen, Xinnan, Dongshan, and Brother Duanmu all have no objections.”

"Heh." Bei Miao chuckled lightly, "Looks like you've all lost your minds."

"Especially that Duanmu Yan, have you forgotten how he deliberately didn't save me at the dock last time!"

"This..." Kunzhong was speechless.

"Speechless now, aren't you?" Bei Miao sneered. "Let me tell you something: it's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature."

"People in the film industry should never be trusted."

"A rotten orange is a rotten orange. If he can change it, I can only tell you two words."

"dream!"

The barrage of verbal attacks chilled Bing'er to the bone, and her face returned to its usual icy expression.

She turned and left without even noticing that the conch necklace around her neck had fallen off.

After Bei Miao hung up the phone, he heard a crisp sound and turned around to look.

Picking up the necklace, watching Bing'er's departing figure, his expression gradually became serious, lost in thought.

is her?

He gave this necklace to a little girl when he was in the orphanage.

The girl recognized him as her brother, and he promised to protect her for the rest of his life.

Now, the necklace has fallen off Bing'er.

Could it be that Bing'er was his sister back then?

"how so..."

...

"Hmph, why are you so angry?" Meizhen pouted.

west Zhao shook his head with a wry smile: "It seems I still haven't been able to gain his approval."

"What are you worried about? We approve of you, that's enough. Besides, even Duanmu approves of you. He alone can't change the decision of the four of us," Mei Zhen said angrily.

If it weren't for Bei Miao, Duanmu might have joined his team long ago.