Xia You’s sleep was interrupted halfway through, making it difficult to fall asleep again, so she simply stayed awake.
The questions left over from the day seed clearer in the darkness of night.
From Xia Yu to King Hammurabi to Queen Cleo, these figures were from different tis and spaces. "Military Road" was like a historical chain, binding these unrelated figures and all players together.
(Are you awake?) While Xia You was sleeping, Little Eight also analyzed the events happening outside of Prehistoric Space in "Military Road."
"I’ve been thinking, if there’s a commonality, it’s that all these kings and queens I’ve t are significant historical figures. They were heroes shaped by the tis, and their lives and deaths changed history. It’s just that now, the changes are still within an acceptable range," Xia You shared her organized thoughts and analyzed them with Little Eight.
(Yes, it started with making Xia Yu ally with the Tushan Tribe earlier, then the theft of the Hammurabi Code, and now the life and death of Cleopatra. The consequences of these events will gradually beco apparent. The key issue now is whether you want to go and find Queen Cleo.)
"Yes, I promised her I would safely see her out of Ro, that’s my mission," Xia You affird.
Little Eight did not stop Xia You as usual; she seed to have fallen into deep thought again.
The phone screen lit up, this ti not with a call but a text ssage.
"Xiao You, I’m sorry, please give a few years." Signed: Loving you, Minghang.
(This guy is really naive,) Little Eight mimicked Mo Xixi’s tone.
Xia You stared at Ren Minghang’s signature, dazed for a mont, a thought flashed through her mind, "Ling, I love you." Her phone dropped onto the bed, and Xia You trembled. Who was it, who had told her those words?
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Lu Xun had to muster a great amount of willpower to force himself to exit "Military Road"; he needed to rest properly.
The severe cold of December engulfed the entire room as Lu Xun took off his jacket. His body was still caught between the excitent and exhaustion post-battle; the position on his chest where he’d been punched still throbbed subtly.
"It’s already the tenth match, and my opponents are getting stronger. The Gladiator Arena in Ro really lives up to its reputation." After being forced out of the castle that ti, he rushed to Ro City. Upon arriving, his first stop was the military station, hoping to elevate his skills by taking on more missions. The head of the military station in Ro, upon understanding his purpose, showed him a clear path: to beco one of the gladiators in the Gladiator Arena.
After Octavian took power, he expanded the territories several tis, and along with the vast lands, countless slaves were acquired. Most of these slaves were thrown into the Gladiator Arena for the entertainnt of the nobles and freen.
And on this basis, "Military Road" implented certain reforms, further expanding the range of participants in gladiator duels, including the struggling and so of the poorer freen, allowing all players to register to fight.
For players, becoming a Gladiator not only allowed them to enjoy honor but also to accumulate military rit depending on the number of matches and the strength of the opponents. For Yijie, who was eager to enhance his strength and military rank, the Gladiator Arena beca the best choice.
Lu Xun stood up; the match a quarter hour earlier nearly cost his life. In the last mont, he blew off the head of the black Major who spoke with a North African accent. He did not know what kind of consequences his death in "Military Road" would bring to the other. However, the spot on his chest where the opponent’s blade scraped was now completely numb.
"This is a twisted ga," Lu Xun, like the other players in "Military Road," had yet to realize the impact "Military Road" was making on their lives and jobs. He only knew that "Military Road" did indeed improve his combat abilities.
The shooting competition in the Rand Military District was about to begin; with the multiple live-fire shootings in "Military Road," his hit rate had now reached over ninety-five percent.
"Xiao Ling’s birthday party is coming soon," Lu Xun looked at the Ding Family’s garden, where decorative flowers had been set up, and the drained swimming pool was transford into a small dance floor.
The mory of that "Ling" and the present Ding Ling were hard to reconcile. However, Lu Xun was no longer the holess orphan Lu Xun of years past. Ding Han and Wei Ruqin had hinted to him separately in the last few days, telling him to marry Ding Ling soon.
Actually, without their further urging, he would take care of Ding Ling for a lifeti anyway. Lu Xun still rembered after losing "Ling," he frantically searched every corner of Bazhou for three years for her, "Ling" had left him saying, she was going to find her dad. Lu Xun didn’t know who "Ling"’s father was, but he recognized Wei Ruqin.
Once he occasionally saw Wei Ruqin sitting in the car on the street, he followed her all the way to the Ding’s villa, and thereafter, he heard Wei Ruqin affectionately calling that person seated in the wheelchair, who both in temperant and appearance was unlike "Ling," Ding Ling.
"I promised to take care of Ling for a lifeti," Lu Xun sighed. An ambiguous figure flashed through his mind, the shadow of "Number 0" who had tricked him several tis. He wondered if she was in Ro City now, if so, she should have received his ssage by now. Lu Xun faintly sensed that he had developed feelings for Number 0 that he had never felt for anyone else, but for the sake of Ding Ling, he had to maintain a certain distance from Number 0. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to cast your recomndation votes and monthly tickets at qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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