Eliza was lying lazily on the sofa, enjoying her pleasant leisure time.
She used to be a model, but that was in the past.
For some people, life is not that difficult.
Their natural superior conditions make them unfavorable in work and life.
Even for some of them, the erosion of time cannot wash away their unique smell.
Instead, as time passes, it slowly becomes unique.
In a world of billions, these people are not uncommon.
And Eliza is one of them who is neither outstanding nor unknown.
In this small circle, she has already enjoyed the excitement brought by fame and honor.
But she soon got tired of it and chose to give up. She had a splendid life of her own.
It is very long and there are many wonderful things waiting for her.
Just like now, the cat lying lazily on the sofa like her:
It was a typical Maine Coon cat, with a huge body among cats and long, heart-warming fur.
Eliza knew that this was a proud little guy, just like her.
A cat-like life, light and agile, with an intoxicating vitality...
So, how do you catch a druid?
Eliza fell into deep thought, just like countless hunter ancestors.
This is a tradition that has a long history among hunters, and it is also the ambition that every new hunter will inevitably have when they first come into contact with druids.
In fact, after quitting her modeling job, Elisa was planning to open a pet store.
She likes these little elf-like guys, they make her life warmer.
However, fate will always lead your life to a strange tributary at certain times when you least expect it.
Just like now, Zongwang has selected her...
“How happy are the netizens who make sand sculptures?”
Eliza opened the forum of this plane, and soon she saw a reply in the form of some kind of square text.
Although this was not the Ukrainian or Russian language she was familiar with, she still forcibly understood the meaning of this passage thanks to the power of the comprehensive network.
Although due to relevant cultural differences, she failed to understand the full meaning.
But this didn't affect her, she was laughing and rolling on the sofa like a naughty child.
The Maine Coon cat jumped away from the sofa nimbly and licked its fur expressionlessly.
I didn't feel any discomfort or fear at all about the hostess's ridiculous behavior.
But it didn't escape. Under the influence of some kind of magic, it was pulled directly to Eliza's side.
If the Maine Coon cat understands human language and culture, it will definitely type three angrily?, and shout angrily: Is this how the hunter’s pet recall is used?
But obviously now this Maine Coon cat has gained some strength due to the hunter's contract.
But it is obviously still a little short of reaching the point of understanding human culture.
So it could only growl in a low voice, but it was completely useless in the hands of the mistress who had become an adventurer.
"Forget it, let's go take a look. If it's not suitable, it's not too late to quit."
Eliza said while petting the Maine Coon cat. What she meant by this was the adventure group recruitment post that recently appeared on the Zongwang forum.
Although, other adventure groups will appear later.
But in Elisa's opinion, those who can create an adventure group in the first place must have some skills.
If she wanted to join the adventure group, Eliza would not consider anything else.
After thinking about it, Eliza chose to apply for review from this adventure group.
Although she is proud, she does not think she is suitable to fight alone.
The wild blood of the Slavs flows in her veins, but the cultural baptism and social influence she has received have created a more cautious attitude towards combat.
What's more, she just wants to catch more wild beasts and tame them.
If you can catch a little druid, that would be a wonderful thing...
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"Whoosh!"
The sword light flew away like a white rainbow, and the grass stems several feet away from the sword light were cut in half!
Tong Chuan looked at the grass stems scattered on the ground, his face full of joy.
He likes to use swords, which is probably related to the ideas his father instilled in him since he was a child.
But it doesn't matter, he was born to use a sword.
Just like those gifted beings mentioned in those biographical novels, his compatibility with the sword is unimaginable by ordinary people.
As a child, he was able to masterfully control the distance of his sword.
By the time he was a teenager, he had mastered hundreds of swordsmanship techniques by heart.
Even at the age of 20, he had developed the legendary sword spirit.
Although he often joked that the sword energy could be used to sharpen nails, he was still proud in his heart.
But when he took the sword and asked his father what his swordsmanship could do, his father was silent...
After all, they are not artists who are chasing fame and fortune for profit.
Even though martial arts have declined now, the character of a martial artist cannot be buried.
As for Tong Chuan, he even disdained to use his sword to deal with those who didn't even have solid basic skills and just fought with others noisily.
His father did not answer him after all, but Tong Chuan got the answer from his father's face.
He belongs to the sword, but this era does not belong to the sword...
This is really a shame, but so what?
Tong Chuan continued to practice the sword. Only when he wielded the sword did he feel that his life was complete.
In other words, for a person who devotes all his life to a sword, this is the only place where his life shines.
In the crowd, it is extremely difficult to maintain oneself without getting lost.
It's not that he never thought about putting down his sword, but he looked at those confident classmates holding pens and those companions releasing the light of life on the stage.
He fell silent, but his hand holding the sword tightened.
Yes, all his life of more than twenty years has been devoted to this Qingfeng.
Then, he met her...
In the life of a young swordsman, there is no longer just a cold sword.
It began to become warm and filled with a new kind of light that made people raise their mouths just thinking about it.
Maybe she changed herself, or maybe he had a new understanding of the sword.
In recent years, his swordsmanship has suddenly made great progress.
It seemed that the feeling of limit had disappeared. Now he felt that the limit of his swordsmanship was: no limit!
However, something happened recently that made him have some vague guesses.
He is also looking forward to going to the world called "Zongwang" to challenge more swordsmen.
Perhaps that's where the swordsman truly belongs.
However, Tong Chuan put down his sword.
He looked back at the bright eyes filled with smiles, and he knew that this was where he belonged...