Chinese comics review: The waste Huo Linfei is actually an oversized monster

Smiling, smiling.

Lowered his head.

I don't know what she remembered.

My mood seems a bit down, and I also seem a bit sad.

Lightning shook his head.

Think no more.

He looked up at the sky again.

Despite being the strongest of the younger generation, the Supersonics made a strategic mistake.

[Before his master died.]

After a long while, having realized the misunderstanding with Lightning, he took out the Snowstorm Token and handed it to his apprentice.

Before his death, he instructed, "Take the 'Snowstorm Token' and go to the City of Energy."

"As long as we're with the Lightning Token, we can activate the Energy City's absolute defenses and unleash a massive missile attack."

"Even if a Tyrannosaurus Rex were to attack, it could be easily withstood."

"And then there's..."

Before he could finish speaking, Supersonic immediately refused: "Master, I absolutely will not go!!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xue recalled his arrogant and overconfident nature. Weak and frail, he was about to offer further advice.

"Stop talking, Master!"

[The wind and snow once again urged: "Supersonic, we are an energy city, it's time to go back to our true home."]

Supersonic still coldly refused: "I absolutely, absolutely will not go back!"

"Supersonic!"

The sound of wind and snow suddenly intensified, but the exertion caused him to cough several more times.

"Master! Master!"

[The wind and snow sighed, "One day you will understand how I feel right now."]

[They remained unmoved even when faced with supersonic speeds.]

The wind and snow stopped looking at him and turned their heads to look in one direction—the direction of home.

He raised his hand and whispered, "Lightning, how are you now?"

"Are you still angry with me?"

"Lightning...lightning..."

Chapter 96: A new troublemaker makes the list, and it's blue!

When Lightning saw Fengxue's head loll to the side and she died, the smile on his face suddenly vanished.

Memories started flowing uncontrollably into my mind.

It's all about Fengxue from childhood to adulthood.

They trained side by side, sweating it out on the training field.

The first time they fought side by side against the beast tribe, when Fengxue shielded him from a sneak attack from behind, he shouted "Be careful!"

Even when they were teenagers, they would bicker over who would break through the level first.

The way the other person, with a flushed face, still explained the newly acquired tactics to him was as clear as if it were right in front of him.

The friendship we once shared.

Those are brothers you can entrust your back to, confidants you can see right through each other's thoughts.

But at this moment, watching the figure of Fengxue gradually become transparent before his eyes, turning into specks of pale blue energy, slowly dissipating into the world.

Lightning shuddered violently.

Grief overwhelmed him like an icy tide, his eyes reddened, every muscle in his face tensed in pain, and he growled in a trembling voice, "It shouldn't be like this!"

"You shouldn't have died before me!!"

He repeated it over and over, as if questioning someone or deceiving himself.

"You're more talented than me, and stronger than me, how could you die? How could you die...!"

"I regret it so much... I regret laughing at you just now..."

As he finished speaking, his voice choked with sobs. He raised his hand to his chest, where it ached suffocated. "No, God, you can't do this to me."

Seeing his master beating his chest and stamping his feet like this, Tornado, who was usually standing straight, slumped his back a little.

His red-rimmed eyes completely robbed him of his former dignity.

All that remained was despair and distress. She frowned and whispered in confusion, "Weren't you just mocking him?"

"But why am I so saddened to see him pass away?"

Lightning sniffed, his voice hoarse.

“It’s normal for brothers to tease each other occasionally, but I don’t want to see him die… We have a huge misunderstanding that we haven’t cleared up yet.”

He suddenly raised his head and let out a long howl at the empty sky, his voice filled with despair.

"You haven't come back yet, come back to your real home."

Speaking of it.

Even the fuselage seemed to be stained with this sorrow, and the indicator lights in the cockpit flickered on and off, as if it were shedding tears.

Lightning lowered her head, her voice as soft as a sigh, yet every word was filled with regret: "Wind and Snow, I regret it so much, so much."

"Master, what do you regret? What exactly happened that turned you two from brothers into this?" Tornado pressed, his eyes full of confusion.

Lightning simply shook his head, his lips pressed into a straight line, turned his face away to look into the distance, and fell silent, refusing to utter another word.

"Sigh..." Tornado sighed inwardly. His master had such a temper; he would always keep things to himself whenever something happened, and he couldn't get anything out of him no matter how much he asked.

suddenly.

As if remembering something, his eyes lit up, and he leaned closer: "Master, why is that snow and wind the same color as me?!"

"Also, why is that apprentice of Feng Xue's the same color scheme as you!?"

Lightning lowered its eyes, but a slight tremor ran through its heart.

Perhaps they saw a younger version of each other in the other's apprentices.

The thought lingered in my mind.

But he never said it.

He simply lowered his head and fell silent once more.

Tornado thought for a moment and spoke again: "At this point in time, there might still be a chance to salvage the situation."

"Since he only came back on his deathbed, why don't we go earlier?"

"If you explain the misunderstanding again, won't everything be resolved happily?!"

Lightning lowered its head and fell silent again.

Tornado: "Holy shit!"

But he only cursed in his heart and didn't say it out loud.

It was also because of anger.

at the same time.

Love the world.

The Immortal Venerable's gaze was fixed on the gradually disappearing energy mass: "No!?"

He abruptly turned to look at White Backstab, his voice filled with disbelief and incomprehension: "So much energy, and you just let the supersonic speed pass by like that!?"

White Backstab tapped the scabbard beside him with his fingertips, and after a moment of contemplation, he spoke: "If the host of that world is killed, the energy will automatically flow into the murderer's body."

He paused, then added, "If one dies of natural causes, that power will most likely dissipate back into the world and be returned to 'Heaven'."

“I know that.”

The immortal interrupted him, his robes billowing slightly due to his emotional fluctuations.

"But we can't die in vain!"

"If someone could finish off Master quickly and decisively when he is about to pass away."

"Only the power received in that way can be called true inheritance! Only then does it have meaning!"

White Backstab looked at his puzzled profile and laughed, "Perhaps he just can't bring himself to do it."

"After all, a master and his disciple are like father and son. Even if they are not blood relatives, the bond between them is there. How could an ordinary person lay a hand on a master who is about to die?"

"madness."

The Immortal Venerable snorted coldly, turned his head, and his gaze returned to the sky: "Can sentimentality withstand the inheritance of power?"

"What a woman's compassion!"

Just when all the sharpening of knives was in vain.

[The curtain rises over the sky.]

[Due to Supersonic's capriciousness and paranoia, he didn't even fulfill his own dying wishes, leading to the fall of the Energy City and the loss of its extremely important resources.]

Therefore, it is ranked third.

[Next.]

[That means he's the second worst player.]

It's in the blue family.

He's lived so many years, yet he still possesses a mindless overconfidence, and it's this overconfidence that has led him astray.

[This has harmed many fellow motorcyclists!]

Hear this.

The officers in the Moon Temple police cars silently turned their heads and looked at the vanguard.

The vanguard clenched his fist tightly and sneered, "You guys change so fast! You trusted me again just now because of my explanation?!"

He took half a step forward, his footsteps making a dull thud on the stone ground.

"Now, because of a vague statement, they've started to doubt me again!!!"

"That's enough." His voice trailed off with barely suppressed anger as he glared at the cars staring at him. "I told you, I won't be on the list."

"This is not an arrogant statement!"

Hai Wuliang raised his hand and pressed his temples, while the police cars around him looked at each other and turned around.

After a moment of silence.

They all turned their gazes to the sky suspended in mid-air, and said nothing more.

Seeing this, the Vanguard loosened his taut shoulder armor, a confident smile appeared on his lips, and his tone became more assertive.

"That's right." He patted his chest. "Just trust me, and I'll take you flying."

"No." Hai Wuliang slowly shook his head, then pointed at the Vanguard and then at the sky.

"We're just more suspicious now, even more suspicious that you're a scam!!"

That's why I kept my eyes glued to the sky.

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, and the smile on the vanguard's face instantly froze.

The feeling of being stared at and suspected by so many eyes made his heart ache.

He took two steps forward, almost touching Hai Wuliang, his voice trembling slightly: "Master, I swear you really have to believe me, I would never cheat you."

I will definitely take you flying!