My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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At this point, the timeline has been successfully connected. Now let's move on to the picture.

just now.

Galan was determined to save everyone, and the next day he trained with other monsters for the first time.

"? No...there's something wrong with you, something's wrong with you, there's something wrong with you" The undead raised his eyebrows slightly, folded his elbows, and stared at him in surprise, as if he had seen a ghost.

The blue demon not far away also obviously noticed the abnormality here. He slowly walked towards the two people and asked, "What's going on?"

"Xiao Lan is here?" The Undead raised his eyebrows with a hint of sarcasm.

"? You..." The Blue Devil sensed deep malice from his sudden address, but of course he did not choose to sit and wait for death, so he responded: "So, what happened to Xiaobao?"

When the dead spirit heard that guy actually called him like that, he felt goosebumps all over his body. He said with a pale face: "Don't call me that... I'm afraid I can't help but chop you."

"What? Is he good enough?" The Blue Devil glanced at Mulan who was training attentively in the front. But it was really strange, this guy could actually train well?

"You too? I see Galan calls you that every day."

The Undead and the Blue Demon smiled at each other, turned to look at the hard-working "guy" in front of them, and couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

Galan, who was practicing hard, always felt that there were two burning gazes staring at him. When he turned his head, he happened to meet the gazes of those two guys.

Galan was silent for a moment, and Fox raised his eyebrows suspiciously, wondering if these two guys had been staring at him from the beginning until now.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Don't you have anything of your own to do?"

"Not yet. We are just wondering if you have been stimulated by something recently?" The undead thought for a moment before expressing his doubts.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me." The Blue Devil also began to suspect that there was something wrong with this guy, but he really didn't know how to care about others.

Galan's mood became extremely complicated at this moment. He looked at the two guys with a look of some confusion, as if wondering why he became irritated after training.

"You guys, do you have any opinions about me?"

"No..." The two answered him in unison. After all, they just felt that it was a little abnormal.

He frowned slightly, and held his forehead in silence, then sighed and slowly said, "I want to become stronger because of my lack of strength, right?"

The undead looked at him thoughtfully, but before he could speak, the blue devil next to him spoke first: "If you want to become stronger, I can teach you."

"Your training method is a bit too harsh and not suitable for Galan." Upon hearing this, the undead immediately spoke up on Galan's behalf and rejected his proposal.

"? How can you become stronger without being strict?" The Blue Demon frowned slightly, revealing a hint of confusion about his words.

"It's not like there's only one way to become stronger."

"Then tell me what method you have."

They were clearly discussing Galan's training plan, but these two guys suddenly started arguing.

"Stop! Don't fight, I can do it myself!" Galan stepped sideways between the two of them, feeling that if he didn't stop them, the two guys might start fighting.

"You? You don't want to come back with injuries like before?" The undead's face darkened. He exposed in public that Mou Lan had previously gone to other dimensions and when she came back she brought back her injuries as a specialty to them.

The Blue Demon also deeply agreed with this, but he remembered that he and Galan had trespassed into the player camp some time ago and almost got into an accident.

Although he agreed... but in the final analysis, his strength is still not strong enough, he still has more room for improvement, no... it should be said that he must improve.

Galan's pupils trembled slightly when he heard this. He was silent for a moment, then slowly lowered his head. Of course he knew about this. He was not good at fighting. He didn't even know how he escaped from Ceres.

Perhaps sensing the other party's strange emotions, the undead seemed to realize that he had said something a little too much.

"Um... Galan, that's not what I meant... We are just very worried about you." The undead spoke anxiously again, trying to comfort others, because in the rules of this world, except for those players, everyone really has only one "life".

"Once dead, it's dead"

Galan looked up at the man with grievance, and finally threw himself into the arms of the undead, rubbing his hard skeleton, and said with a slightly choked voice: "I am just a novice and I like to play! What's wrong! I just don't work hard! How can I work hard?! I am a newbie! I don't know anything! I just rely on opportunism... even..."

"This body is not your own"

The undead was startled by his sudden action. After he reacted, he reached out and patted his back, saying soothingly: "Okay, Guaang... It's okay, we'll take it slow, there's no rush."

These words, like coaxing a child, seemed to be very helpful to Galan. He slowly raised his head in the arms of the undead, his eyes slightly red, and then he suddenly noticed the blue demon who had been staring at him.

The Blue Devil didn't care when he was discovered? Instead, he pretended to be calm and looked away. Hmm... there seemed to be a suspicious blush on this guy's face, but it was hard to see because of his skin color.

He coughed awkwardly, breaking the strange atmosphere and suggested, "How about...let me and the Undead help you customize a training plan?"

"It's not impossible, but I remember when he was practicing with Galan, his skills were also pretty good... although at that time... the king asked me to hold him back a bit." The Undead agreed with this plan and suddenly recalled the scene when he first started training with Galan. He remembered that the kid's basics were pretty good.

But only Galan himself knows the real reason, and to put it bluntly, it’s still the same sentence.

"It was never this body that was weak, it was always himself."

Delusion, Change, Ending

* But "you" are nothing now.

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