Extra Game: A Thousand Blossoms, A Mother's Sorrow
The mangy dog has a new name: Little Charlie. Despite its severe skin condition, when we took it to the vet on 9527, the doctor still recognized it—it was a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, known for its docile, obedient, and affectionate nature.
An anonymous person lost a dog, but gained another. This homeless child found new parents.
The veterinarian and the gunsmith's wife said that the puppy's illness was easily treated; just let it get more sunshine, and a single injection of Universal Elixir would cure it. They also advised against overusing antibiotics in the aftercare, and everything would be fine.
The battle in downtown Westbrook is over, as swiftly as every decapitation strike in the Age of Expeditions. But this time, the gunsmith is gone; it is a victory for the common people.
In the complex waterways of many surrounding villages and towns, and even satellite villages, there are still many mercenaries of the White Shark Association. When George Joshua was attacked, these henchmen wanted to support their boss, but were stopped halfway by the busybodies.
Once these honest, law-abiding civilians learned of the bandit leader's death, they immediately gained courage, daring to grab oars, take out harpoons, crossbows, and knightly combat skills to block the waterways.
Those who were even more timid would organize other members of the community to block the road with their clotheslines, cars, mattresses, and old bookshelves, determined not to let these war gang lackeys help the great demon of Lieyang Fort.
There were over 13,000 armed workers in the entire city registered under the White Shark Association. In the final battle, only about 1,000 gangsters directly confronted the Nameless Ones. A force of 10,000 capable of forming a large-scale fighting force was stopped outside the Bay Area by these Nameless Ones.
Should all the credit be given to the gunsmith? That would be a biased view. If Xue Ming himself were to speak, he would never believe that this was a feat accomplished by knightly combat skills. It's just that where there is oppression, there is resistance. He gave the sword of "courage" to the masses of Lieyang Fort.
Although the symbol of the gunsmith is dead, as Mr. Wood Plark said, for every gunsmith who dies, a hundred or a thousand nameless ones will come to life. If we take knightly combat skills and the Six Arts as Daoist Daoist magic, these Daoist magic for dealing with evil cults and demons have begun to take effect and have a lineage of tradition.
In the snack shop by the river, Ming De called Glory, its favorite passenger, to him alone. It needed some time to be by itself.
It didn't jump into the War King's arms, but instead seemed a little reserved and embarrassed, like a child who had done something wrong. It kept rubbing its paws to make sure no one else was around, then called the owner for two cups of warm goat milk. Only after the owner left did it speak.
The sunlight outside the gate evaporated the moisture from the street, and the ground became dry.
The researchers Teacher San San, and the academicians in the Arcane Library set up various observation instruments to begin studying the blackbody radiation emitted by the Maddes Fire King, researching its thermal energy and wavelength data, and observing its thermal efficiency.
At this moment, Ming De said--
"--I'm sorry, I didn't discuss it with you beforehand."
Jiang Xueming himself was completely unaware of the entire "REMIX·Sound Mixing Intrusion Operation" carried out by Ming De and the think tank against Gunsmith.
Even the governor of the Second District, the members of the various senators, and only a few core members of the Gate of Wonders and the Nameless Ones knew that he was "dead," including the gunsmith himself.
With virtually no buffer period, this matter must come extremely suddenly, without any preparation or rehearsal, in order to completely deceive the Immortals Alliance, lower the guard of these Eagle Falcon, and prepare for the [harvest season] next year.
A cargo ship will carry an anonymous blade to Shambhala, then plunge it into the hearts of these eagles.
Glory didn't take it seriously; she'd always been a naive person and assumed the information Ghost relayed was official news.
-- Xue Ming only received the news while Royal Court was practicing his skills. At that time, he thought that Xiao Qi might do something foolish. He knew his wife too well. Seventh Sister had always been an emotional person. Let alone the death of the family dog, even if the fleas on the dog died, she would still run to Lieyang Fort to settle accounts.
The reason was simple: their child's life was in danger, and the Grand Elder of the Soul Temple would surely believe that George Joshua had already chosen a path to his death.
"I know there are risks involved. I've practically put several of the Nameless One's brothers, including 9527 and your family, on the line." Ming De said dejectedly, pursing his lips, "Once the gunsmith dies, all sorts of demons and monsters will target his family and descendants. But you can't catch a wolf without risking your cubs—these are the years when you're at your strongest. Who knows what will happen after that?"
It's not that the boss has a sharp tongue; that's just an indisputable fact.
Looking around, most of the VIP in the underground world have allocated their skill points to survival and exploration. They are guides, outstanding teachers, wise researchers, excellent engineers, and craftsmen and farmers who teach future generations how to adapt to the environment and how to struggle for survival.
When it comes to special operations, assassinations, and decapitations, especially targeting the Gate of Death of the Madness Butterfly Sect and the Immortals, the Nameless One is still the most effective.
Furthermore, most of the gunsmith students have various psychological flaws. Not only these people, but Ming De has seen many, many people who have some psychological flaws, but they can hide them for a short time so that they do not affect their work.
The underworld is so dark, so terrifying, so oppressive. These psychological flaws will be amplified infinitely under various spiritual pressure environments, turning into fatal Gate of Death.
The boss wouldn't even dare to dream of having these little guys continue working as gunsmiths.
From Ming De's perspective, there have been leaders like Bu Liuxing in the past.
Meteor Boy's personality is so distinct. He is passionate, empathetic, and has a strong sense of responsibility. However, he is easily manipulated, prone to believing lies, ambitious, and has no sense of distance. Whether they are enemies or friends, it is easy for them to get close to him.
He is very impatient. Even after so many years of honing his skills and experience, he was only able to overcome these shortcomings after entering combat mode. He is very easily frustrated after setbacks and tends to blame himself for the team's mistakes.
Throughout Ming De's long cat life, there have been many different "Bu Liuxing." They were either outstanding warriors among the human race, the core of the team, or powerful ones who became wise kings, while those with poor abilities became like Kang Que, a bitter and resentful wretch who would stop at nothing to achieve their goals, gradually turning into devils who sought power through shortcuts.
There are many, many Bu Liuxing, but there is only one Jiang Xueming. Unlike the other passengers, he has a very peculiar personality.
The boss practically doted on Xue Ming. This little guy neither cared about money nor fame. Aside from spending a fortune repairing his fishpond, he lived a low-carbon, environmentally friendly life, spending only thirty-five yuan a day on food.
Imagine you are the supreme leader of the entire underworld. You sell your flesh and blood for this race, hoping only that your cause will flourish and the people of your territory will live in peace and prosperity.
A little guy named Jiang Xueming came to your command, and he worked for you to fight corruption and slay demons. He couldn't even spend all the salary he was paid each month.
You never have to worry about his corruption. He's practically a monk or Daoist priest without any desires. His biggest hobby is practicing the Eight Pieces of Brocade and Vajra Kung Fu by the fishpond. Occasionally, he'll even make guns and armor for your other teams, boosting your armed forces' offense and defense by several levels.
He doesn't love power; he only likes the lecherous women you arrange for him to meet. He doesn't care about fame; it's already a favor if the medals you send him aren't thrown into the furnace and turned into iron ingots.
He has unwavering faith and absolutely trusts you. He has no character flaws.
He won't be discouraged by setbacks, won't suddenly become depressed, and won't be anxious and in urgent need of psychological treatment. Even someone who is Wen Bucai needs time to rest occasionally to deal with inner doubts and anxieties.
He won't be jealous of other people's talents, and he won't secretly conduct psychic research. He will inform you in advance about all psychic techniques for training and leveling up.
He has no inner demons, never picky about teammates, and can chat with the old man selling furniture in the small commodity market. He has no airs at all because he is also a child of the people, an ordinary person from an ordinary family.
He doesn't like to compare himself with others, and he doesn't have a strange competitive spirit. He's happy and pleased when he sees his comrades becoming more skilled.
Faced with the enemy's material temptations and bribes of power, he was like a tiger with its mane bristling, his mouth as ruthless as a gun.
Where can you find someone like that? Ming De wouldn't even dare to dream of it.
It has always believed that the law of fortune favoring the brave is its protection for the warriors riding in the chariot.
Over the past seven years, Jiang Xueming has given the BOSS one surprise after another.
But this time, the good cat did something that was neither particularly good nor particularly bad, which was quite unpleasant.
"Does the wolf mother know about this?" Glory asked, taking a cigarette from her bag.
Ming De immediately replied, "She knew, but didn't say anything, just was very sad—but she believed this was bound to happen. Xiaoju was fierce and upright; it died protecting the gunsmith's family, a truly honorable death."
Glory lit a cigarette, unsure what to say. After switching to this female character with exceptional combat power, everything became complicated. Her once clear thinking began to be affected by various hormones, and her mind became sluggish.
"That's fine then, Boss. No need to apologize to me. I trust your judgment and your think tank. These people who make political decisions that affect the lives of tens of millions of people are definitely smarter than me and understand the survival strategies of [everyone] better—I have no right to question their decisions."
The boss remained hesitant, fearing this matter would create a rift between them. "Really?"
Many capable ministers and many excellent passengers left Ming De in this way.
These people felt they had been treated unfairly, that their talents were not being properly utilized, or that they had been wronged, so they simply joined the ranks of the Madness Butterfly.
Glory took a deep drag on her cigarette, trying to think quickly.
"Leave professional matters to professionals; that's always been my belief. Mr. Wood Plark is certainly smarter than me. All I know is how to kill and break things, but I don't know how to put them back together."
"If I had the ability, I would definitely put George Joshua back in court and make him stand trial again, but unfortunately I can't."
"Saying all this is useless. I can only seize the moment—Boss, I can only live in the real world, every single second."
"I trust your judgment because you have never let humanity down. The title 'Gunsmith' was given to me by Mr. Plark, and now he wants it back, which is his right. So when I learned about this, I was most worried about Xiao Qi, not myself."
"Actually, I accepted it immediately, and I even felt a sense of relief because of my children."
Glory counted them off one by one on her fingers.
"Big White has a terrible personality, and I don't know how to raise him. He likes adventure and running around everywhere. He thinks he has a heroic father and wants to become a hero like him too. Even when I tell this kid that we are just ordinary people, fragile beings made of flesh and blood, he won't listen. He's intimidated by my name and has started to believe in the name 'gunsmith'."
"Zhengyang's personality is also terrible. This kid hasn't even started school yet, and he's already saying he's under a lot of pressure, holding back his anger at home. When I ask him to do housework, like sweeping and mopping for his wife, he says it's patriarchal oppression, and he doesn't want to listen to my orders, he wants to rebel against me—even if I offer to cook and do laundry, he refuses to do it with me. He's a lot like Xiao Qi; whatever I do, he insists on doing the opposite. Maybe my spiritual pressure has unknowingly hurt him; I can sense it. He has some kind of bipolar disorder. He hates that I don't care about him, but he also hates that I discipline him too much. He even gets angry because Xiao Qi had too many children, and he's not an only child, for such a ridiculous reason. I know he's still young; the world of children is always full of strange and wonderful things."
"And then there's Zhenzhen, my youngest son. He sleeps with my toys all day long, and he even has a poster of the anonymous author on his bedside table. I told him he doesn't have to be anonymous; he should try other professions. Not every son has to be like his father. But he won't listen. He always feels he's not doing enough and is afraid of not living a life like mine—it's really a headache."
After saying all that, Glory covered her forehead, unsure how to continue. Compared to the several little devils in her family, the mental damage George Joshua had inflicted on her seemed insignificant.
The boss asked, "Where's Zheng'er? Where's Jiang Zheng?"
"This youngest daughter frightens me," Glory replied without hesitation. "I have a very terrifying premonition, like a phantom, following Zheng'er around."
The boss was a little embarrassed. "Could it be because of me?"
"No, seeing her fangs and eyes always reminds me of you." Glory flicked the ash from her cigarette and then lit a second one. "Boss, you're overthinking it. Why would I be afraid of you?"
The boss suddenly realized. "Oh! Oh!"
"Zheng'er's demeanor is so cold; she's almost exactly like me," Glory described. "She's cut off from everyone else. She barely speaks a few words to her friends, and even when Xiao Qi and I interact with her, it's limited to the basic etiquette of being a father and mother."
"She's always very sensible. She understands our difficulties, especially during mission phases when we're actively preparing. I would talk to the children individually. Zheng'er is the most mature one. She doesn't cry or make a fuss, and she rarely acts spoiled. She's almost exactly like me when I was a child."
Glory pursed her lips and said in a serious tone.
"It's really scary that a six or seven-year-old girl has even lost the ability to act cute. People say that if you find someone in life who is very similar to yourself, you will either feel very happy or feel inexplicably panicked. I happen to belong to the latter."
"I feel that meeting shooting stars and these friends is an incredibly precious treasure in my life."
"But what about Zheng'er? What will her future be like? I don't know, I'm not sure." Glory finally gave up on thinking about it, "Let time do its work. This shouldn't be something I'm worried about. I know time will give me the answer. Time will make these children grow up, they can overcome all of this, I believe in them—but as parents, we always worry about our children, and this is something I can't control. These thoughts are raging in my mind."
The Gate of Wonders branch is located on the coast of Eureka Volcano City, with a sea route leading directly to Shambhala.
Mr. Luo Ping'an would occasionally use this new sea route to return to his hometown to visit relatives.
At this moment, as the guardian of the "REMIX·Mixing" intrusion operation, he is also helping to look after and protect Jiang Xueming's babies.
So how is it protected?
On the second floor of the National Martial Arts Hall at the Gate of Wonders, in the recreation room where students learn fist, footwork, and staff fighting.
Luo Ping'an, wearing full protective gear and boxing gloves, is brutally beating up a child.
The eldest son, Jiang Bai, was already lying on the ground, unable to get up, while the third son, Zhenzhen, had been beaten black and blue.
Only the second young master, with a mournful face, insisted on continuing to fight with Daoist Master Ping'an.
"You think you can defy your old man?! You unfilial son! Hehehehe! Hehehehe!" Luo Ping'an used his long arms and legs to dodge the punches while simultaneously striking the child. "Ouch! You can't hit me! You can't hit me! Ouch! Say another bad word about your father and I'll come and play with your little bird!"
Jiang Zheng, the only one who wasn't injured, watched from the sidelines, but she only watched and didn't offer any help to her second brother. She remained very calm because she knew in her heart that she was no match for this shameless, joking, and mischievous Daoist priest.
Without any warning, Meteor rushed into the snack shop carrying the head of the Twenty-Sixth Prince.
"Hey! I'm all done!"
Before the BOSS could speak, Meteor began to recount the events that had occurred during the battle with great enthusiasm.
"Ugh! At first, I thought these guys were pretty tough to deal with, and then I got angry! I was so angry my hair stood on end! After shouting a few words, I felt the power surging through my body! They couldn't withstand my punches anymore!"
"I moved right up to this young man and asked him!"
"You didn't expect that, did you?! I'm so strong!"
A Xing pouted vividly and said smugly.
"I didn't expect that either!"
In the north of the city, a powerful reinforcement Teacher San San.
Jason Megan arrived at the battlefield to find nothing; the battle was already over. It would be a shame to leave like that.
He immediately contacted the gunsmith's wife and discussed the matter with the two military dogs, Ahei and Ahhua.
Because Charlie the puppy is to join the nameless army dog unit, Jason, as Lapis Lazuli Guards, has to give Charlie some basic command training and teach 9527 how to use the language of the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel to command the puppy.
Beside the cattle pen in front of Wilderness Farm, a group of people watched Jason Megan, the multi-talented VIP.
"I'm definitely not playing a comedic role this time. After all, I never intentionally try to make you laugh with British dry humor, right?"
Katusha, who had developed a double chin from weight gain, nodded vigorously, completely supporting her husband. Wendy leaned against the cowshed, watching the spectacle unfold.
Jason Megan pulled out two pages of notes and explained them to the gunsmith's wife.
"--Because the structure of animals' vocal organs differs from that of humans, we may need some props to assist in vocalization."
He opened his notebook, preparing to demonstrate how to use the language of cows to command the cattle in the pasture.
Moo!~~~~~
He let out a long hiss, but it wasn't hoarse enough, not husky enough, and had little effect. The animals in the distance of the cattle pen flicked their tails, seemingly having heard the strange sound, and all stopped to look at Jason.
9527: "And then?"
Jason cleared his throat awkwardly, took a bottle of Coke from his toolbox, and gulped it down.
After a while, he let out a burp, followed by a moo.
This time the effect was outstanding.
--The cattle, following the pronunciation instructions in the book, gathered together at the cattle pen.
Only one reddish-brown bull refused to come over.
Jason was undeterred and tried calling for Red Bull again, even after drinking so much Coke that his belly was bulging, but it still didn't work.
Then, the cow slowly walked to the cowshed and began to speak.
"Bro! I'm a hybrid monster! What are you barking about like a dog!?"
Upon hearing this, 9527's expression changed drastically.
"Oh!"
Jason: "Wow! Fuuuck!"
Wendy: "A generous crab! -- It's a minotaur!"
Katusha took a gun out of her bag, and the students present all drew their guns and opened fire. The reddish-brown minotaur was instantly riddled with bullets; it must be a bastard offspring of the White Shark Association's minotaurs.
The gunshots startled the cattle, and the lesson in animal language ended prematurely.
Only Katusha continued to gaze at her employer with affectionate eyes.
"He can even find out a bastard child of a minotaur while teaching a language and culture class. No wonder he's the man I've set my sights on."
"Do you know you're on the front page, Clark!" Banner received his new chapter insignia; now he was the leader, and Clark was his henchman.
The two sat in the brand-new patrol car, chatting idly.
Clark was completely bewildered, not knowing what had happened, when he saw a bare buttocks on the front page of the Windsor Daily News.
"Huh? Is this me?"
Banner took off his hat and put it on Clark's head.
"That's right! It's you! Clark Sean! You ran naked all the way from Northeast Bay Street to Southwest Westbrook Port."
Clark's face was filled with disbelief. "How is this possible! This isn't me!"
"Huh? The newspaper can make a mistake? More than fifty people have taken your picture!" Banner squinted, grinning from ear to ear.
Clark: "This guy is Clark Sean!"
Banner: "Yes!"
Clark: "That's not my name!"
Banner: "Huh?"
Clark solemnly produced his identification.
"Remember this! My name is Matcha Mousse Mini Cake!"
"Matcha mousse mini cakes!"
After a fierce battle, the hotel room was in complete disarray.
Victor threw back the covers, revealing bloody claw marks all over her body. She was pale and struggling to survive.
The big bad wolf immediately dragged the little white rabbit back into the abyss—back into the warm and Tender Paradise of the world.
The Bloodhound Lady shouted, "Don't even think about running! If Pinky comes, we still have a second half!"
Victor: "No! No, no, no! There's something very important! I haven't done it yet! There's something very important!"
Thriller (thriller)
Beat It·Escape
Scream
Man in the Mirror
Human Nature
Blood on the Dance Floor
Heaven Can Wait
Pretty Young Thing
Fall Again
Earth Song
All In Your Name
Dangerous
Black or White
The Girl Is Mine
Hold My Hand
On The Line: On the Brink
Bad
Rock with You
This is it.
You Are Not Alone
--From the King of Pop, Michael Jackson.
Extra Game ①: The Soul-Guiding Flower in the Heartbreaking Hell
Extra Game ②: The Fire of the Buried Road Still Lingers
Extra Game ③: A Mother's Sorrow Amidst a Thousand Flower Buds
--From Hokki singer: Ke Laqi | Album <MEmento·MORI>
Latin translation: Mementomori (All men must die)
Original Author: Fox Man
[Abyss Special Train]
[Invincible]
No matter what happens, don't let go of my hand.
[To be continued]