The Enemy Sticks to Me Every Day - v2 Chapter 133

The golden light that soars to the sky has overcome all obstacles.

The white mecha is like a white blade, invincible in the golden glow and countless metal fragments, like a tireless warrior, shockingly powerful.

The arena was originally heavily guarded, but due to age, many of the original combat facilities have been damaged, and the people who were mainly used to capture the beasts are no longer here. They can’t see any living people, only one Another robot.

Rong Yu fought to open the way in front, Ji Li looked at the map in the back row and constantly calculated the planned route, they were gradually approaching the depths of the arena.

All this is smooth as expected.

Ji Li’s nerves are obviously tense, but somehow, the more he walks into the center, the more his brain can’t move. Ji Li feels his spirit relaxes unconsciously and begins to pay attention to trivial things.

Wandering away from the sky, thinking about class, and thinking about Rong Yu for a while, and can’t even remember what I’m here for, and can’t help but pay attention to Rong Yu’s little fat dragon.

The little fat dragon called Xueqiu was holding the gooey sugar, trying to spit out a small flame, trying to join the fight, but he was obviously not good at it.

After vomiting for a long time, only a small flame like candlelight came out.

It happened that the gooey candy on its body was like a fool, holding two small light sticks, waving it rhythmically and encouragingly.

Two fools.

Ji Li secretly said in his heart.

Another voice said: Be sober, do you remember what you came for?

Ji Li frowned slightly: …what are you doing?

But since the snowball was put in an egg by him once, it didn’t stick to him like it did before. Although a few compliments made it happy, it didn’t turn around. Instead, it’s hobby to fly around holding mucosal candy, chubby. The dragon’s tail swept back and forth, and couldn’t help but squeeze it secretly.

In this wandering kung fu, a robot was in front of him, cut into parts by Rong Yu as if cutting melons and vegetables, and then a white knight-like mecha, holding a sword like a rogue. When he heard the communication ceremony, Rong Yu lazily smiled at him: “Why are you distracted? Tired?”

Ji Li’s eyes flashed: “Nothing.”

The snowball fell on the shoulders of the white knight. The gooey candy was originally on top of the dragon’s head. It seemed to slip off the slide while holding the dragon’s tail. He lay on Rong Yu’s mecha and was patted on the head by the little fat dragon. .

…He wants to rub it too.

Ji Li more clearly realized that something was wrong, but his nerves still relaxed unconsciously.

He seemed to be in a very safe and relaxing place.

He should be here to chat with Rong Yu, play around, and perhaps learn martial arts, instead of fighting here.

What is he calculating?

Rong Yu laughed through the communication: “Do you like snowballs?”

Ji Li pursed his lips: “It’s normal.”

“Hold it back to the cockpit and touch it if you like it,” Rong Yu stretched out and touched Ji Li’s tentacles like a rogue, “My mental body is yours.”

Ji Li didn’t just want to touch it. He wanted to rub the dragon bald. He was stuffed into his hand by Rong Yu once the day before. He was shy and forgot to start. He still regrets it.

Yes, of course the princess also said to be honest,

but……

But a few days ago, he was jealous because Rong Yu liked his little tentacles, and now he likes Shang Rong Yu’s mental body. He really can’t save face, he can only speak hard: “Do you think I am you?”

Ji Li heard Rong Yu smile secretly in the mecha.

When Ji Li heard him laugh, he became more embarrassed, and vented his shame on the robot. The tentacles pierced the body of a robot like lightning, tearing the mechanical fragments on the ground, and rushed to the promenade. The end.

Rong Yu lazily laughed in the earphones: “Don’t you like it very much? Take it back and hug you if you like it. Don’t you always look like this…”

With that, Rong Yu’s mecha had already arrived behind him.

The tentacles that were soared up into the sky were **** firmly.

Ji Li’s voice was cold: “Who are you?”

He is not so stupid that even his sweetheart can remember wrong.

No one answered him.

The white mecha had its shell removed.

The appearance of a gray robot was revealed.

Ji Li struggled to find all the information in a highly chaotic and relaxed brain.

The arena is currently drifting near the phantom star, and there may be a lot of hallucinogenic substances.

His mental power is beyond ordinary people, and he has always resisted hallucinogenic substances.

Unless these hallucinogenic substances are mixed with something else.

Mixed with extremely powerful, someone’s mental power, it will form an illusion vortex.

He picked up a fragment of the robot.

The model from 20 years ago, and it is also a federal spy robot, is absolutely impossible to appear here.

——Here is another person’s illusion vortex.

Ji Li raised his head.

I saw a small iron gate with a fence.

There are soft and familiar things inside.

There was a soft choke.

His communication is disconnected.

Rong Yu jumped from the mecha.

He seemed to have been fighting and moving forward. He turned his head, only to find that Ji Li was gone, his direction became blurred, and communication could not be connected to Ji Li.

The little fat dragon next to him, holding the sticky sugar, has already turned into mosquito coil eyes, dizzyly spinning in mid-air.

And in front of him, there was a somewhat familiar, faint corridor.

The deep sea corridor that shouldn’t have appeared here.

“Illusion?” Rong Yu grabbed his own fat dragon by the tail.

Was slapped his wrist by the gooey sugar.

…It still hurts.

But this tunnel cannot appear here.

Is that a high-level illusion?

Rong Yu walked into the corridor step by step, as expected, all the way was the same as the underwater palace that Ji Li had taken him into, and even the deep sea view on the left and right was exactly the same.

He heard “tick” and “tick”, the sound of liquid dripping.

He walked in the gorgeous cold corridor, and passed through the auditorium and library alone. The sound of the liquid dripping became louder and clearer.

As if calling him.

He moved faster and faster until he opened the heavy metal door at the door of the bedroom and finally found the source of the sound.

It was a malleable metal iron ring hanging on the bed, locked with a few blue tentacles, and a viscous, transparent liquid continuously dripped from the broken marks.

Rong Yu’s pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously understood what the scene was, and his chest wrinkled and hurt.

A child is sitting on the bed.

The pitch-black hair, the deep-sea blue that transforms outside the glass, puts a lining under his eyes, reflecting a figure of Rong Yu.

Rong Yu knew who this was.

The only difference is the childish indifferent face.

The boy’s dark blue eyes stared at him: “Are you here to pick me up? Or did they send me to kill me?”

Rong Yu was still stunned, unable to find a word to answer him.

The boy stood up, still holding the knife in his hand, and the transparent liquid dripped down the blade, and the sound of the “ticking” water finally left only the last sound.

His shadow has disappeared into a pitiful mass, only staying at his feet.

“You didn’t do it, you shouldn’t have come to kill me.” The boy looked at him for himself, his eyes colder than the blade’s edge, but with imperceptible hope.

“Now I have no tentacles.”

“Can you take me out?”

Rong Yu turned his head dumbly.

Found that the door when it came has disappeared.

In this room, there is only the infant Ji Li, and him.

But Xiao Jili looked at him quietly, waiting for his answer, as if she couldn’t see the disappearing door.

“I…” Rong Yu was in a dilemma. He knew that this was an illusion, but he couldn’t throw this young Ji Li in there regardless. Finally, remembering his tiny so little healing power, he whispered. “I’m here to help you treat.”

To prove this, his fingertips ignited a small amount of healing power.

Xiao Jili’s eyes dimmed, turning his head to look at the few soft, lifeless tentacles he had cut off on the ground, kicking them under the bed and hiding them: “I don’t need treatment. .”

He wiped the knife in his hand, put it on the desk, sitting on a high-backed cold chair, looking at him arrogantly, turning his eyes around him several times, but finally staying on his little fat dragon: “You Is it also from the Ji family? Why have I never seen you?”

Rong Yu thought for a while, then whispered: “I am your… a distant relative of your sideline?”

Xiao Jili relentlessly scorned: “You are lying.

Rong Yu:…

How can such a small season gift be smarter than a large one.

“I have a lot of time,” Xiao Jili said blankly, “you can remake a lie.”

Rong Yu hesitated for a moment, and planned to try to tell the truth: “…I am your… future friend?”

Ji Li looked at him with no mercy, as if looking at a fool.

Rong Yu couldn’t laugh or cry.

But he also has a subtle intuition, Ji Li should be like this when he was a child.

It’s not as introverted and reticent when they met, smart and proud, and a little childish and overbearing that children can have.

“Are you ready?” Xiao Jili asked him.

“It’s making up,” Rong Yu muttered.

“Come here,” Xiao Jili sat up, reached out to him arrogantly, and slowly raised his chin, “Idiot, I want to touch your dragon.”

Without waiting for Rong Yu’s instructions, Xueqiu flew over with her wings and kissed Xiao Jili on the cheek.

The sticky sugar was hidden in Rong Yu’s pocket.

Little Ji Li, who was still very arrogant just now, was thrown into his arms by a snowball, as if there were stars in his eyes, but he grabbed his tail awkwardly, kneaded it again and again, and turned his head.

“Your mental body is very good.” Xiao Jili praised in a flat voice, “It’s just not a serious check.”

Rong Yu:…

Did Ji Li like this idiot dragon so much?

Also, who is unscrupulous about the pinched tail and the pinched tail?

How come Xiao Jili likes this set too?