Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

The spiral-patterned tip of the unicorn head-on clashed with Luo Zhen's slash, barely maintaining a balance.

But this balance was soon broken.

"Click."

A crisp cracking sound was heard.

A crack appeared on the unicorn horn.

Then came the second and third courses.

The sound of shattering echoed continuously, almost as if it were a continuous chorus.

Finally, at a certain moment.

The unicorn horn is broken.

The powerful slash, undiminished in its force, devoured the unicorn.

When the light faded, the unicorn, its eyes rolled back, collapsed helplessly to the ground.

His limbs and hooves twitched involuntarily from time to time.

"solve."

This restless unicorn was put into practice before it faced its own containment mission.

In some unknown corner, a terrified Pinocchio still cowered behind a trash can, trembling.

It knew that He had come too.

He has his eye on it.

But it lacked the courage to resist.

Because it knows it's futile.

All it could do was run away and hide as much as possible.

"I'm hiding very well; there's no way I'll be discovered."

Pinocchio murmured, curling himself up as much as possible.

The wooden nose was noticeably elongated.

"Ah, so you've been here all along."

A hoarse voice suddenly rang out.

Pinocchio will never forget this voice, for it has brought him endless nightmares.

Pinocchio stiffly turned his head, managing a forced, awkward smile.

With its wooden face, it looks like a character from a horror movie.

But this guy, who could even have a place in horror movies, was now filled with immense fear.

"Hello."

"Ah hello."

The goat-headed man in the suit nodded and responded very politely.

Then he reached out and grabbed Pinocchio.

"You've really been a long way to find me."

A wicked smile appeared on the goat-head's face.

"I didn't mean to, please forgive me."

Pinocchio's nose suddenly grew longer.

It's lying.

Ignoring Pinocchio's pleas for mercy, Goat Head threw him to the ground.

The wooden Pinocchio doll was immediately smashed to pieces.

"Oh, no..."

Pinocchio's wailing echoed in the dim corner.

Along with it came the sound of wood cracking.

It sounds like some kind of creature is gnawing on wood.

What kind of wood is it gnawing on?

It definitely wasn't roadside trash.

"Sure enough, I should have come out earlier to have some fun; that godforsaken place was too boring."

During this time, the gnawing sounds briefly stopped, and then a satisfied sound rang out.

A few seconds later, the gnawing sound continued.

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Chapter 297 The Rusty Robot

"There seem to be a lot more urban legends lately."

"Have it?"

"Yes, there are things like the red-clad killer in the city at midnight, or the baseball bat killer who roams the night."

"Isn't this always the case on the internet? There are always some people trying to attract attention with weird and strange topics."

“This time it’s different, look, there are pictures.”

Looking at the phone handed to him, Oreki Houtarou's face was full of displeasure.

Not long ago, he unexpectedly met a girl named Chitanda Eru, and then his pleasant energy-saving life was gone forever.

With a sigh, Houtarou Oreki propped himself up and looked intently at the photos on Eru Chitanda's phone.

He only glanced at it for two or three seconds before concluding that the topic was fabricated.

"This photo is so blurry, it looks like it was taken with a phone from over ten years ago."

Houtarou Oreki remarked as he handed the phone back.

This is probably a common occurrence in paranormal events.

He would believe any photo involving paranormal events that was blurry, even if it was taken with a nearly broken phone.

This is strikingly similar to those photos of UFOs.

As is well known, UFOs are only ever sighted in Bald Eagle, and the photos taken of them are always blurry.

"That's it."

Somewhat disappointed, Chitanda Eru put her phone away and said listlessly.

She was always full of curiosity about these strange things.

The same applies to some interesting legends on campus.

However, she wasn't very bright, so she often needed Houtarou Oreki to help her solve her problems.

Thanks to Houtarou Oreki's intervention, Eru Chitanda's restless, suicidal thoughts were effectively suppressed.

In this world, being too curious is not a good thing.

Seeing Chitanda Eru's disappointment, Oreki Houtarou didn't know what to say.

In fact, he wasn't very interested in this kind of thing.

He just wants to live his own enjoyable, energy-saving life.

No matter who tries to disrupt his energy-saving lifestyle, he will politely but firmly refuse.

But when Chitanda Eru looks at him with expectant eyes, he can never bring himself to refuse her.

Perhaps this is what they call the stirrings of first love?

Houtarou Oreki is very clear about his current situation.

He definitely has feelings for this girl, but it's unclear whether it goes any further.

After glancing at the posts on his phone one last time, Oreki Houtarou casually turned it off.

"It was successful."

"Yes."

Luo Zhen and Elena, sitting by the window, were talking incoherently.

Some time ago, all sorts of strange and wonderful fairy tale characters began to appear in this world.

It is said that in today's society, everything spreads very quickly on the internet.

Many people choose to discuss fairy tale characters online after they happen to discover them.

Although these people were later found and their memories were cleared, the related public interest had already been aroused.

While it's very simple and quick to forcibly delete these discussions, it undoubtedly tells those who are concerned about this matter: you're right, there are indeed things that ordinary people shouldn't know about.

The authorities' approach to this was quite simple.

Arrange for some online trolls to use sarcastic and insinuating language to provoke and anger some people in the relevant discussions.

Soon, what was originally a serious discussion turned into a war of words.

The focus of the discussion gradually shifted.

Then, they resorted to the same old tricks: reducing the hype and digging up dirt on those disgraced celebrities.

These eyewitness accounts quickly became just another publicity stunt and went unnoticed.

"Isn't that too idealistic?"

Even now, Elena still finds it somewhat incomprehensible.

How could it go so smoothly?

But thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with it.

After all, there's so much negativity online; arguments can easily escalate into personal attacks.

"It's what they call practice makes perfect."

Luo Zhen scratched his head and replied.

He didn't really know much about this either.

After all, that's not what he does.

But one thing he was certain of was that the person in charge of controlling public opinion was definitely a sunny, cheerful young man.

The kind that's done a thousand clown shows.

On a street in Chiba, a drunk man staggered along the road.

Pedestrians around him showed disgust upon seeing the drunkard and instinctively moved away.

'Being drunk in broad daylight, he's probably unemployed.'

'I hope this guy doesn't throw up on the street. That's disgusting.'

'Just like those petty thugs.'

Malicious gazes were cast upon him, but the man remained unperturbed.

He was indeed unemployed and a petty hoodlum.

He was even prepared to find a place to vomit for a while, although not by the roadside.

He was already used to those malicious stares.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with him.

This is his attitude towards life, and that's what he tells others.

This includes asking your elderly parents for money.