Although in the real world, Ling Tian's strength is only a little stronger than Zhuge Qing, he has a lot of cultivation experiences that have been fed back by clones in other worlds.
In terms of understanding power, Ling Tian is far superior to Zhuge Qing.
Moreover, even in the real world, Ling Tian could give Zhuge Qing a second, let alone in this fantasy world that could allow Ling Tian to exert much stronger strength than in reality.
The next moment, as Ling Tian thought about it.
Suddenly, the two stunning women who were originally holding his arms tightly, gradually turned into starlight and dissipated.
In a short while, the two stunning women disappeared without a trace.
"This...this..."
As the pressure on his body disappeared, the blue-haired young man slowly got up from the ground watched with his own eyes the two women who gradually turned into starlight and disappeared.
Suddenly, I was stunned.
"How is it? Do you... still think that this world is real?"
At this time, the young man with freckles and glasses transformed by Zhuge Qing turned around and said in front of the blue-haired young man who was now playing with it.
“…”
The blue-haired young man was silent, not knowing how to speak.
Obviously still in autism.
...
Real world.
"Click..."
As the cabin door opened, Zhuge Qing, who had a speechless face, slowly stood up from the cabin.
To be honest, he was speechless by Ling Tian's actions.
Originally, according to Zhuge Qing's original idea, he just needed to simply educate the young man named "Zhao Nian" and could easily pull the other person out of the [interior scene].
However, because of Ling Tian, ​​the other party was autistic.
Zhuge Qing took a little more time to help him get rid of the other party from autism.
"Click..."
At the same time, the hatch door of the [Slimming Furnace] opened and had already walked out of the [Interior]. The young man with freckles and glasses named "Zhao Nian" also walked out of the already broken [Slimming Furnace].
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah..."
Just as he walked out of the [Scultivation Furnace], the young man with freckles and glasses named "Zhao Nian" lay on the ground, hugged his head and started crying.
But, it's also...
After all, this guy was first tortured by Ling Tian in his [Interior View], and then he was "educated" by Zhuge Qing.
It is normal to have such a reaction.
"Read...Read! What's wrong with you?"
Seeing this, Zhao Nian's mother, the middle-aged woman, hurried forward and asked with concern.
"Mom, it hurts! I feel hurt, my heart hurts so much!"
The young man with freckles glasses covered his chest with one hand, spoke in pain, and said.
"Master! My son is..."
When the middle-aged woman heard this, she hurriedly looked at Zhuge Qing with her help-seeking eyes.
"It's a good thing that will hurt!"
At this time, Zhuge Qing also came over, looked at the young man with freckled glasses curled up on the ground, and spoke lightly.
"At least, not numb yet!"
"I'm very weak, I'm useless! You're satisfied!"
Curled on the ground, the young man with freckles and glasses shed tears while choking unwillingly.
"What does it have to do with me? You have to become stronger yourself! Isn't admitting that you are weak the first step to becoming stronger?"
When Zhuge Qing heard this, he shrugged and said.
"Remember the pain today. If you still want to continue on the road to becoming stronger, there are still days that are more painful than today..."
“…”
The young man with freckles glasses who had stopped tears slightly, pondered for a while, raised his head, looked at Zhuge Qing, and said.
"As you say that, aren't the strong all masochists?"
"It's almost the same! The strong are the numerator, and they have to endure what the denominators cannot stand up to the point. As a warlock, in [Interior], I'm stronger than you, which is normal!"
Zhuge Qing explained to the young man with freckles glasses.
"After all, a warlock! He is also a type of person who pursues the truth of this world!"
"But do you know? This world is so annoying! Many times, I also want to smash this world!"
Zhuge Qing changed his voice and continued.
"I think about it and it becomes bad! I think about it and it becomes good! It's a slap maniac. Every time I think I can define something about it, it slaps me!"
"Later, guess what happened to me?"
Finally, Zhuge Qing squatted down and looked straight into the eyes of the young man with freckles and glasses on the ground, asking.
“…”
The young man with freckles and glasses was still silent.
"I'll give it my face!"
Zhuge Qing didn't care either, and patted his face and continued.
"My definition of you without authorization is illusory. When you slap me in the face, it always echoes in real right, right?"
"Of course! This is my path. I can't control how you should go in the future! If you think this world can't tolerate you, you will still escape to [Interior]! I can't control it either!"
After saying that, Zhuge Qing stood up.
"But, I don't know if anyone would pull you out at that time!"
"I won't dream anymore!"
After a while of silence, the young man with freckles and glasses finally spoke as if he had made up his mind.
"I... want to become stronger! I... will never let people step on my feet anymore... Absolutely..."
While saying this, the young man with freckles and glasses looked at Ling Tian, ​​who had also walked out of the cockpit.
“…”
Seeing this, Zhuge Qing couldn't help but cover his face.
OK! This kid is quite revengeful!
But, that's fine.
It is also good to have a goal to become stronger!
At least, with this encounter in [Interior], he shouldn't be so easily sinking in [Interior]!
...
So, under Zhuge Qing's patient education, the young man with freckles and glasses named "Zhao Nian" finally cheered up again.
And, following his mother, the middle-aged woman, down the mountain.
"Brother Qing, you've done a pretty job!"
After Zhuge Qing sent Zhao Nian and his mother out of the hall, Ma Xianhong, holding a ball in his hand, came behind Zhuge Qing and praised.
"That boy Zhao Nian's matter has been resolved..."
When Zhuge Qing heard this, he turned around, first glanced at Ma Xianhong standing behind him, and then turned his head and looked at the [Sculpture Furnace] in the hall with a broken shell, and said.
"But, Master! I won't carry the pot of this stove!"
"It's okay! It's okay..."
However, Ma Xianhong didn't care much about the obviously destroyed [Scultivation Furnace]. Instead, he looked very happy.
Chapter completed!