He has rough skin and thick flesh, high attack and defense, and is invincible at the same level. If you have these conditions, why don’t you just do it if it’s a bit unsatisfactory?

Dare to mess with me? I will fuck you right away, not overnight.

After Fang Lin grasped the essence, he began to try to mobilize his inner restlessness, but it did not go well.

Maybe it's because he hasn't fully awakened yet?

He feels that this kind of restlessness is a bit like the body's own protective mechanism. He will judge your current situation by himself, and if he encounters nothing, he will not be irritable just because he wants to be irritated.

I think about what can make me upset.

Well, by the way, Yang’s mother didn’t cook for me while watching the TV series today. I’m! Good! Annoyed!

However, it was useless for him to feel it carefully. It would not bother him if he shouted loudly in his heart.

Dogs don't hold grudges, especially towards their family members. Fang Lin seemed to have inherited this, and besides, it wasn't really a grudge, and it didn't hurt his balls.

Xang Lin's claws are a little numb now. His ultimate goal is to cause restlessness in his blood, but this seems to be difficult to achieve at the moment.

If you can't arouse your own agitation, why not try directly making your blood agitated?

What can make your blood flow a little more?

Why don't you try scolding it?

He was somewhat aware that his bloodline was related to the wolf he saw that day with huge wings and a roar that shook the sky. It would be effective if he cursed the wolf in his heart, right?

I thought he had a very explosive temper before, but now he has started to scold him. I think scolding him will do the trick.

But why are you scolding? You can't curse a bald wolf in your heart, right?

Something is bound to happen, right?

Well, how about... try it?

Fang Lin coughed softly in his heart and said tentatively to the aura core: "The big bad wolf, the ugly and fierce big bad wolf."

Gudu.

Fang Lin felt a familiar feeling, as if something in his blood was about to wake up. The blood flow rate throughout his body slowly increased, and his spiritual energy slowly began to mobilize unconsciously.

There's drama!

Okay, let's be tough.

Fang Lin used to be autistic and stay at home. When playing games, he could challenge anyone.

He recalled the dilapidated scene he had seen on the stone slabs in the space, and then recalled the kick he received. This kick must have some connection with the silver wolf, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to scold you.

.

Wolves are generally group animals, and the wolf king must have people who need to be protected by him. That day, Fang Lin saw the ruins all over the ground and the figure facing a powerful enemy alone on the stone wall, so after thinking for a while, Fang Lin spoke.

"You timid, cowardly, bald wolf who is afraid of death, why are you the only one left?

Where are your relatives? Where are your friends? Where are the things you want to protect? Why are they gone?

Could it be that you backed down and sold them?

Did you retreat when you encountered difficulties? Did you make excuses for yourself?

In fact, the so-called difficulties are caused by my own incompetence.

Sometimes the first button is buttoned wrong, but you don’t realize until you button the last button. Some things were wrong from the beginning, but only in the end do you have to admit that these are all your fault.

It’s all because of your decision that killed them, right?”

Fang Lin felt a little regretful as soon as he said the words in his heart. Was it a bit too harsh?

Then things began to develop in an uncontrollable situation. The energy and blood in Fang Lin's body began to boil. The core of his spiritual energy suddenly lit up with a dazzling light and moved rapidly. The pumped spiritual energy caused a layer of turmoil in Fang Lin's body because it was too turbulent.

layer of ripples.

A hoarse and long scream with infinite sadness exploded in Fang Lin's heart and went straight into his mind.

Fang Lin's body went limp, he fainted and fell down in the doghouse, but Fang Lin's consciousness was roughly pulled into a sub-scene.

The picture changes very quickly and is blurry and broken.

A smiling and elegant man holding a sword in the sun,

A gentle lady, a pure white she-wolf with shy eyes,

The babbling cub,

The tribes galloping in the wilderness,

Wait, what is this? Eighteen is banned!

But soon this scene disappeared in a flash and only existed for a short moment.

But soon these bright and warm scenes disappeared, and the picture in front of Fang Lin became gloomy.

Black tide, boundless black tide.

Fight, devour, destroy.

The man seemed to be a certain lord-like existence. He stood on the city wall and unsheathed his long sword with a shocking strike. The sword light reaching the sky swept out a huge gap in the black tide.

Counterattack, plunder, massacre, the light of the sword is invincible.

Ouch~

Wolves, roaring, charging, fighting, guarding.

The situation seemed to be improving, and there seemed to be a hint of joy in the howls of the wolves.

However, the good times did not last long. Creatures strong enough to resist the man emerged from the black tide, and the battle instantly reached a stalemate.

Fierce fighting, casualties, retreat,

Choose, give up, sacrifice.

Each picture is cruel and desperate, and the final scene slowly emerges.

A man with bloodstained eyes and a firm gaze, a giant-winged silver wolf covered in scars and filled with murderous intent.

Behind you is the last hope, and in front of you is the endless black tide.

The screen ends here.

Fang Lin felt his butt was kicked hard again and his consciousness slowly dissipated. He vaguely heard unfamiliar but familiar words that penetrated his bones.

"That's very good, don't say it next time."

...

...

Time: 5:40 pm, office of the chairman of Ruisi Technology Corporation.

Father Lin looked at the Vacheron Constantin time on his wrist with great satisfaction. It was only 20 minutes before he got off work.

He opened the laptop on the table and browsed the fishing instruction video he had just purchased, feeling a little excited.

"Ring ring ring."

The intercom on the table rang, and Father Lin paused the video and answered the call.

"Director Lin, the front desk said that a person named Ren Da came to see you, saying that your good friend did not make an appointment. When he spoke, he promised me to ask you."

Ren Da? What is he here for?

"Well, take him to the reception room."

"OK."

Father Lin buttoned up his notebook, arranged his clothes, and went out to the reception room.

The atmosphere in his office was too repressive. Father Lin usually didn't talk to people in the office unless there were special circumstances.

Before Father Lin walked into the reception room, the secretary brought Ren Da in. After the secretary said hello and left, Ren Da said to Father Lin with a sad look on his face: "Old Lin, you have to help me this time."
Chapter completed!