from Xingyuan

Polina turned her back calmly, leaving Jiaslin behind.

"baby……"

Jiaslin clenched his fists, time and space gradually returned to flow, he raised his head, his face sullen:
"Are you kidding? Turn your back on the day who wants to kill you—what contempt!"

He raised his hand, and golden rings bloomed in his eyes again:

"go to hell!"

The gravitational force rolled up the boulders and tiles from the ground, condensed them into meteorites, and threw them into the air, aiming at Polina and falling swiftly.

boom--!
Gaslin's neck was grabbed in an instant, and the blacksmith silently dragged him off the ground, punched him with one hand, and smashed the boulder into pieces.

The fiery fragments fell like a torrential rain. Polina stood calmly on the ground, letting the fragments rub against her body and left. She turned her head slightly and said lightly:
"My bottom line is don't touch the baby, but it's different for other people."

Gaslin opened his mouth, and the blacksmith clenched his hands in silence, squeezing the opponent's neck until the opponent's cervical spine pierced the throat, and blood poured into the lungs. Gaslin's complexion gradually turned from white to purple, and finally rolled his eyes. , tilted his head and fell down, ending his life.

The blacksmith let go of the corpse in his hand, and Jiaslin fell to the ground. His body was also rapidly decomposing, decaying, and withered. A gust of wind blew up and threw the fragments into the wind.

However, the wind didn't stop. The blacksmith opened his hands and let the wind wrap around his body. The fragments of Jaslin's body were like melted ashes, adhering to him little by little.

The fat body is like being thrown into a steel furnace, the fat melts, and it quickly becomes slender, the flesh and blood are deformed, the skin becomes firm and delicate, the rough black hair is pulled up by the wind, the ugly deformed bones on the face become straight and handsome, The facial features are coordinated and the proportions are just right.

He clenched his fists and opened his eyes, revealing deep blue eyes.

【Your [Charm] attribute has been liberated】

[The current [Charm] is - 798]

[You have been favored by Dragon Satellite - [Grace of the Void]: You recover 1.5% of your maximum mana every second, and when your mana is below 12%, you will gain unlimited mana for 5 seconds. 】

[Because [Charm] has been released, your arcane energy can be restored. 】

The blacksmith raised his hand. His height has dropped to the average person's level of 185 cm. The air is full of affection and attachment to him. The dust on his body leaves his body actively. Even the soles of his shoes are not dirty. Instead, his feelings gradually became warm and comfortable.

The world is doting on him, pampering him to the fullest.

【Is this...the charm of Lioz?The planet loves him so much. 】

The blacksmith looked complicated.

[It turns out that the whole world revolves around beautiful people... This sentence is not a lie. 】

What power, what a beautiful coat.

But all this does not belong to the blacksmith.

He is well aware of this.

The blacksmith raised his head and looked at Polina who was facing away from him.

The child's strong, unique, and attractive temperament attracted him and the Leozi quality in him all the time.

Even if he got the name, memory, habits, personality and even skin, these things are not worth mentioning compared to the attractiveness of the other party.

【soul. 】

The blacksmith has details in his heart:

【That girl is the real Lioz...】

The blacksmith was slightly lost in thought, and a thought arose in his mind:
Maybe, it's time to return what you got to the other party.

Just when this idea came to mind, another thought came to the blacksmith's mind:
[Why do you have to give it back to her? 】

He opened his hand, and a gravitational vortex formed around his fingertips. His handsome appearance made the whole world love him, not to mention those colorful memories.

—Should I really give it back to her?

Polina's beautiful back does not seem to be suffering at all, nor does she have a sad past.

The blacksmith deeply questioned his thoughts:

I've been through such a long time of suffocation and hard work, why continue?
Even if all this is not his own, but now he not only has the name of Leoz, but also the body of Leoz, and even Leoz's character, memory, and ability are all available.

So why, I can't be 'Lioz'?
"I didn't expect you to come here, master blacksmith."

Polina's greeting brought the blacksmith back to reality.

He raised his head and looked at the bright and beautiful girl with blond hair and red eyes in front of him. She was filled with a completely different confidence from others, and her actions were extremely decisive, not like an ordinary girl at all.

The most important thing is - when he was looking at each other, those existences belonging to 'Lioz' on his body were faintly leaving, struggling, and approaching each other...

The blacksmith held down his hand, only to notice that in the reflection of the other party's eyes, he had changed into the image of Li Aoz with black hair and blue eyes.

But strangely, she didn't feel anything wrong at all.

"However, it is also thanks to the master blacksmith. If you hadn't come here in time, those two sisters would have killed me..."

Polina held her cheeks, faintly afraid, and then smiled calmly:

"But speaking of it, master blacksmith, why did you come here?"

It seemed that in Polina's eyes, he should have been this image from beginning to end. That ugly and terrifying blacksmith never existed.

The blacksmith remained silent. Even if he inherited Li Aoz's personality, he could not change his inarticulate nature.

Regarding Polina's inquiry, he just silently took out a box of gardening spikes from behind and handed it to her.

"Nail...yes, that's how it is. It's already past seven o'clock in the evening."

Polina took the nail, her gaze fluctuated slightly, and she said with emotion:

"You set off right here in pursuit, willing to fight a powerful and brutal enemy—just for a box of nails?"

"You didn't come at seven."

The blacksmith bowed his head and said:

"It's just the service base."

Polina looked at each other with tender eyes:
"I don't know yet, what is your name?"

"Lioz."

Blacksmith said:
"You should go home."

"Ah."

Polina looked at the tragic scene, those people who died fighting each other just disappeared in the wind.

"I will find people from the army in the future. The Fermi Institute's behavior of using people for experiments in such a waste of life must be stopped, and they must be punished."

She brushed the dust off her legs, but she didn't grumble at all:
"Before then, let's go back to the village."

"So far, do you think you can go back?"

A woman's voice suddenly sounded, and the blacksmith turned his head to look at a cave a hundred steps away—a young woman with gray hair and green eyes was standing there in a white coat.

Polina was vigilant:
"White coat, are you from the research institute—"

"N4..."

The blacksmith stopped her, and walked forward without saying a word, protecting Polina behind him:
"What do you mean by coming out at this time?"