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What does this monster want to do?

Zhou Ze was almost confused by the wind and was frightened.

This is definitely not an ordinary touch, because the tail and claws are too purposeful, and the golden eyes of the liger monster are too calm, indicating that it has wisdom and thinking.

So what is this doing? !

Zhouze subconsciously wanted to step back, but his thin waist was entangled in the beast's tail in the blink of an eye, making it impossible to escape.

"Don't--"

For some reason, Zhouze still didn't feel scared. He only felt terrified and confused, not knowing why the beast suddenly behaved like this.

The soul fragment...will come to save him, right?

But, what is the relationship between this liger monster and the soul fragment?

Zhouze's mind was a little confused, and he stared at the liger with wide eyes. He shook his head desperately, trying to make his rejection clear to the other party.

But it had no effect.

The liger looked back at him, but its golden eyes were no longer as innocent and simple as when they first met. It seemed as if it had awakened its wisdom, and seemed to have become a truly bestial beast overnight.

Zhouze bit the corner of his lip, feeling slightly confused.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed in front of him, and Zhouze was so stabbed that he closed his eyes for a moment.

When the golden light faded, he slowly opened his eyes and saw that the liger beast in front of him had transformed into something similar to him...

The beautiful and delicate dwarf from before? !

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment, his brain running uncontrollably and doing "conversions".

Ligers are dwarves, and dwarves are six-winged elves, so... "they" are all soul fragments? !

No, it should be said that this time the soul fragments actually have three forms. Is it a hybrid?

How else to explain that he can change into three forms of Warcraft, Dwarf, and Elf that are not interoperable at all?

"Sorry, I scared you." The fair-skinned and beautiful dwarf boy said gracefully.

He retreated to normal and safe social distance.

This made Zhou Ze secretly relieved.

"No, it's okay, I'm just a little surprised." Zhouze replied in a low voice.

His probing eyes still couldn't help but fall on the calm-looking dwarf boy.

The dwarf boy's clothes are completely different from those of the six-winged elves.

After all, one is 1.9 meters tall and nearly two meters tall, much taller than Zhouze, while the other only reaches Zhouze's collarbone.

Not only are the sizes of the clothes different, the textures and styles are also very different.

The clothes of the elves are gorgeous and noble, which complements the elves' stunning appearance.

The dwarves wear simple dark cloth, which is not afraid of dust and is easy to forge.

But even wearing such an ordinary cloth on the stunning-looking dwarf boy still gave him a cold and clean demeanor.

Very elegant.

Like the nobles who abided by their duties the most in the Middle Ages.

It's strange... Zhouze remembered that when he first met the liger beast and the dwarf boy, they both looked like uncivilized and innocent children, especially simple.

But just now we met again, both of them had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The liger's eyes clearly show maturity, and so does today's dwarf boy.

"Why are you surprised?" the dwarf boy asked softly.

He seemed to have a good impression of Zhouze. While taking the initiative to start the topic, he smiled at Zhouze.

It feels very peaceful and close.

It seems to be completely opposite to the noble and profound six-winged elf.

Split personality?

Zhouze didn't mean to offend, so he could only reluctantly come up with such an explanation.

"You, or are you better? Why can you have the forms of three races at the same time...?" Zhouze asked cautiously.

The dwarf boy chuckled when he heard this. It was obvious that he knew these three forms of himself very well.

"I'm mixed race." He didn't hide it, "Just treat this as the first time we meet. You can call me Mo."

"Mo?"

The dwarf boy nodded, "I don't have a name. I saw this word in a blacksmithing book and thought it looked good, so I used it for myself."

Zhouze's generous statement made Zhouze relax unconsciously, and he unconsciously felt a sense of closeness.

"Then you, you guys, can you control the shape changes?" Zhou Ze weighed his words carefully.

"You can start now."

The dwarf boy's cheerful tone and attitude made Zhouze a little more courageous.

He blinked his curious eyes and saw the dwarf boy sitting closer to him.

"Whatever you want to ask, just ask. I'll tell you everything I know." The beautiful dwarf stared straight at him with her deep eyes.

"But before that, can you tell me your name?"

Zhouze was stunned for a second.

"My name is Zhouze."

The other party is obviously generous, kind and kind, but at a certain moment, he seems to be a bewitching siren, trying to steal away people's souls inadvertently.

"Zhou Ze..." The dwarf boy chewed on these two words and nodded slightly.

He added gently, "By the way, 'we' actually belong to the same soul, but we just represent different personality aspects of that soul."

Zhouze didn't quite understand the intention of the other party's sudden explanation.

The dwarf boy smiled softly and did not continue to explain.

He changed the subject, "So Zhouze, which one do you like best? Warcraft? Elf? Or——"

The dwarf boy's casual question was like a little joke or a harmless game.

Zhouze felt an inexplicable "pressure". Why did this question sound so like a proposition?

Whether you like your father or your mother, neither answer will please you.

"I like them all." Zhouze replied cautiously.

The dwarf boy was not surprised by this answer. He sat a little closer to Zhouze. Unknowingly, the two of them were very close to each other.

Clothes touched clothes, and the heat on their skins could almost be felt.

"So you like me too, right?"

The dwarf boy's sudden direct question, coupled with his heavenly voice and slightly sweet tone, made Zhouze stunned.

Huh?

Why did he seem to have fallen into a trap?

It doesn't matter if Zhou Ze nods or doesn't nod, he blinks his long eyelashes slowly.

"The dwarves have a tradition," the beautiful and elegant young man suddenly changed the subject, "Do you want to hear it?"

Zhouze nodded quickly. If he said something else at this time, of course he would be willing to listen.

But upon hearing this, Zhouze "regrets" it.

"To express love, you need to kiss. You just said you like it, so that means you can kiss, right?"

The dwarf boy's voice was as clear and sweet as the impact of jade stones, but his words were as straightforward as the impact of a meteorite, like a bombing.

Zhouze: "..."

Did he mean that?

Did he meet the soul fragment for more than two days?

kiss?

Zhouze stared blankly at the calm and elegant young man in front of him, always feeling a bit awkward, and he couldn't react for several seconds.

suddenly--