About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

"I can't dance," Ji Lunini shook her head, "You know that, but you're asking even though you know it."

"Well, I see you've learned something from them recently," Osa scratched his head.

"Well, that little bit, how can I dare to go up and dance," Ji Lunini muttered.

"It's just for fun, the level is not important," Osa said with a smile.

"Oh, then do you think I'm happy to go up and dance alone?" Ji Lunini rolled his eyes.

"Ah, uh, haha, you can find someone to dance with," Osa scratched his head.

"No, forget it," Ji Lunini propped up his chin, "You don't want to go up and dance with me, it's boring."

"How can we dance with this height difference between us," Osa said with a wry smile.

"That's it, isn't it good to stay here," Ji Lunini muttered.

"Yeah, that's right," Osa nodded, "but... I always feel that you can't stay with me until this time."

"Why?" Jilunini raised her head.

"Well, how should I put it," Osa scratched her cheek, "After all, you have to find a husband in the future, right?"

"Why?" Jilunini asked again, "Which sister do you like?"

"No, I don't," Osa shook his head.

"Then you want to find a sister?" Jilunini asked again.

"Well, not really," Osa shook his head again.

"Do you think you have to find a sister in your life?" Jilunini asked again.

"No, not necessarily," Osa scratched his head.

"That's it," Jilunini put his hands behind his head and leaned on Osa, "I think this is good."

Osa didn't know what else to say, so he could only scratch his head and pick up a piece of scones from the side and take a bite.

The silence lasted for a while, and Ji Lunini suddenly raised his hand and pulled Ao Sa's chin.

"Hmm?" Ao Sa lowered his head in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"No, I just want to ask you, do you think..." Ji Lunini was silent for a moment, and continued, "Well, people who are together... must be able to do those things?"

"Uh, which ones... Oh, you mean those," Ao Sa's face showed a little embarrassment, "Yeah, even if you ask me about this kind of thing..."

"Is it not okay without those things?" Ji Lunini asked again.

"Uh... I think, maybe it doesn't matter?" Ao Sa said uncertainly.

"Alas," Ji Lunini sighed, huddled up, and muttered in a low voice, "It's so annoying, why am I a Miffy..."

"I think Miffy is also good," Ao Sa said with a smile, "I often feel that I am too tall, and many things are not convenient..."

"Oh," Ji Lunini responded very confusedly, and it was obvious that Ao Sa's "comfort" did not work.

However, after saying this, how could Osa not understand what Ji Lunini meant?

With a sigh, he slowly raised his hand and held Ji Lunini in his arms.

From the perspective of outsiders, it seemed as if he had Ji Lunini in his arms, with only his head exposed.

"What?" Ji Lunini asked.

"Nothing," Osa replied, "Didn't you say it was good like this..."

"Oh," Ji Lunini agreed, without saying anything more, but shrank in Osa's arms again.

Osa didn't say much, just took a deep breath, and then watched her with a smile.

After a long while, Ji Lunini suddenly said, "Hey, I remember that if I could become a great arcanist, I could change my appearance freely..."

"Haha, that's right," Osa smiled bitterly, "That's something that many people can't do in their lifetime, and we don't have a foundation..."

"Wouldn't it be better to learn from now on?" Ji Lunini asked.

"Well... but we don't have time now," Osa sighed.

"You don't have time," Jilunini said softly, "but, I want to try..."

"Ah," Osa scratched his head, "Actually, there's no need, I think..."

"No!" Jilunini interrupted him directly and said firmly, "I want to try."

Osa looked at Jilunini, blinked, and finally smiled helplessly.

"Well, try it, I believe you," Osa nodded.

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A little further away, Guoguo stood on a treetop, looked at Osa and Jilunini, then looked at Mowente and Kalidora, and sighed.

"Really, one by one, all in pairs, alas," Guoguo sighed.

It's a bit uncomfortable.

She was obviously quite confident in her appearance.

She was obviously a girl who yearned for sweet love.

What happened?

It's not that Guoguo doesn't want to fall in love, but there is really no room for action.

She had no experience in love, but somehow she became Guo's mother. Now the elders in the village looked at her as if she were an equal. She was so young but she had achieved a reputation of "highly respected" in the village. Anyone with white hair seemed to bow to her when they saw her.

It was very uncomfortable.

"Ah..." Guoguo sighed.

At this moment, she suddenly heard a voice behind her.

"My good disciple, why are you sighing alone here at night?"

Guoguo looked back and saw Deidel standing on the treetop nearby, looking at her with a smile.

"Ah, teacher," Guoguo gave a slight student salute to Deidel, "You also failed to attract girls this year?"

"Have you become more and more rude to me over the years?" Deidel's mouth twitched, "Where is my innocent and cute little apprentice?"

"People will grow, teacher," Guoguo shrugged, "So did you pick up a girl?"

"Ha, come on, how can you not," Deidel sighed, "You don't know what seniority you are in the village, but I was almost used as a memorial by all the old men and women in the village. Then others call me younger. Sister, I’m afraid I’ll be called old and disrespectful here.”

"You also know that your boss is not young anymore," Guoguo sighed, "Well, none of those former wives were any good. Really, if you could be more focused, you wouldn't be so lonely now."

"Hey, why are you talking about this now? Really," Deidel scratched his temples in distress, "I don't know what nonsense Magina has taught you."

"With all due respect, teacher, you should be the one making the mess in this regard," Guoguo said with a look of helplessness.

"Ha, no, my God," Deidre looked up to the sky with a broken face and sighed, "Margina! What have you done!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of thunder fell from the sky and hit Deidel with a bang. He was knocked directly from the top of the tree and fell into the grass pile underground.

Then, Magina's voice sounded in their ears at the same time: "Don't mess with my students, Deidre, or the next one will be a real thunder."

Deidel, who was lying on the ground, looked at the sky for a long time before he belched a smoke ring and said tremblingly: "Fuck, you dog..."

There was a bang, and another thunder struck down.

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"What an annoying guy," Magina muttered, moving her eyes back to the desk in front of her.

At this moment, a plate of grilled meat and vegetables was placed on her right.

"Okay, old guy, let's take a rest on this rare day," Snow held his baking sheet, picked up a piece of roasted sweet potato with chopsticks and threw it into his mouth, "If the string is too tight, it will Damn it, your frequency of attention lapses has obviously increased recently."

"Oh, tsk, I don't want to admit it, but you're right," Magina sighed, picked up the baking sheet, put a piece of green vegetables into her mouth, and chewed it slowly.

"Yes, eat slowly, you probably haven't tasted the food carefully for a long time," Snow said softly, "Although I do too."

Magina did not answer, but asked: "Where is Lim?"

"I have something to tell the other brave men, so I'll go out to the outside world first," Snow said. "If the delay lasts too long, I might not come back until tomorrow."

"That's it," Magina nodded and continued eating.

Snow looked at her, sighed, and said, "Don't you want to chat?"

"There's nothing to talk about, right?" Magina shook her head, "If you stay here all day long, there will be nothing to talk about."

"That's true, tsk," Snow was also a little helpless.

Everyday life is spent studying new arcane systems, and the only topics that can be talked about at the moment seem to be related research, but if we talk about these, what is the difference between it and work.

"These boring days seem to never end," Snow sighed.

"That's why I'm always in such a hurry," Majina was also a little helpless, "We really don't have much time."

"I still prefer to increase the labor force," Snow said. "If we bring in a few old guys, we should be able to increase the labor force a lot faster..."

"I can't trust them," Magina shook her head. "In the entire Mystic Sanctuary, you are the only one I trust..."

"Then, where is the director?" Snow asked.

"Can you find him?" Magina asked.

"Leem, there is no one who can never be found," Snow said.

"So what if he finds it? As long as the key to the sanctuary is in his hand, he can't leave," Magina shook her head, "But if the key is given up and falls into the hands of some guys, the consequences will be disastrous."

"I think it's not a bad idea to let the sanctuary be destroyed," Snow said. "Anyway, the world over there has no future..."

"Without a future, there will be no radicals to protect us," Magina said. "As I said before, false hope must exist..."

"Tsk," Snow looked at the mirror in the sky with a complicated expression.

Magina also followed his gaze and looked at the mirror. After a moment of silence, she suddenly said: "I'm wondering... if there is a complete form of this thing, would it not require my research? In fact, conventional boundary-opening magic Can we also create a whole new world?”

"Well," Snow nodded, "after all, that's what it seems to be designed for."

"It's strange, isn't it? Why are there scattered artifacts used to create a whole new world in this world?" Magina said, "And there has never been a corresponding record of who created it, who broke it, what? There is no information, as if it was scattered from the beginning..."

"Yes, it's strange, but there are many strange things," Snow sighed, "If you want to say it, the hero and the disaster are strange enough, aren't they?"

"Compared to the hero and the disaster, the magic that summons the hero is actually more problematic," said Makina, "I always feel that it doesn't look like magic..."

"Ah, yes, it's not magic at all," Snow whispered, "It's clearly a sacrifice, a sacrifice to the gods..."

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"Are these what we will do in the future?" Anwada looked at Lim and sighed, "It doesn't sound like an easy way to live."

"The Mystic Sanctuary is seriously injured. During this period, we can only rely on you," Lim looked at Anwada, "You are also the last hope of this world."

"Ah, it's okay, we have long been accustomed to this," Anwada smiled, "We were all the last hope of the world."

"Yes, this world is really cruel to you," Lim sighed.

"No, it's not you, it's us," Anwada smiled, and then he turned around, "Take care, for the future."

"Ah, for the future," Lim nodded.

Anwada smiled slightly, then kicked the ground hard, and the whole person flew into the air, slowly disappearing into the sky.

Lim watched him go away, then turned his head to look aside, and whispered: "Come out, I don't have much time, the time flow rate of these two worlds is too different, I can't delay too long."

"It doesn't matter, the time flow rate of this space can also be slowed down to the extreme," the black-haired dragon king stepped out from nowhere, smiled at Lim, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, God's messenger."

"It's not hard," Lim smiled slightly, "but since you are here, it seems that my free time is over?"

"No, the boss still has no instructions," the black dragon king shook his head gently, "but I have some guesses about what the boss means..."

"This is a battle of gods, right," Lim said with a smile.

"Don't dare to say anything," the Black Dragon King said helplessly, "I also said that the boss didn't give any instructions."

"Yes, there was no instruction, but I was given this ability, as if I had seen everything today thousands of years ago," Lim smiled and looked up at the sky, "Divine power is really great..."

"Not necessarily, really, not necessarily," the Black Dragon King shrugged, "I think, when you complete your mission, you will probably understand."