The boss traveled through time in the end times: The prince was beaten by the princess again

She put her palm on it without hesitation and touched it again and again. It felt so good! She wanted to rub it all the time and couldn't let it go.

Others are curious, what does it feel like?

At this moment, Hu Sanniang was no longer afraid. Seeing Lin Qingwan touching her happily, her claws also felt a little itchy. She licked her lips, as if she had guessed something.

She twisted her slender waist and walked to Lin Qingwan's side. She couldn't help but praise: "Oh my God! There are such beautiful and lovely creatures in this world. Even a fox like me can't help but want to touch them!"

Sure enough, the next second after the praise, the panda moved its head closer to Hu Sanniang again.

Hu Sanniang smiled slyly, rubbed her hands, and began to touch it. This feeling was better than touching her own fur! It was so soft and fluffy, making people love it and unable to stop!

Lin Qingwan glanced at her, smiled and shook her head. This panda is too easy to coax!

Lin Qingwan was contentedly immersed in the wonderful experience just now. After a while, she came back to her senses and began to carefully examine the painting in front of her. The cute panda stretched its head out of the picture, as if it wanted to have close contact with the outside world. With this action, the mural that seemed to be intact quietly revealed a flaw.

Looking along the panda's neck, you can find a faint but clearly visible spiritual power flowing out of it. These spiritual powers are like a trickle, flowing slowly and continuously, adding a touch of mystery to the whole scene.

Lin Qingwan stood there quietly, watching the scene silently, thinking secretly in her heart. Her intelligent eyes were fixed on the place where the spiritual power was constantly flowing out, and various thoughts and guesses flashed through her mind. After some careful consideration, her eyes gradually changed, and her eyes, which were originally as calm as water, were gradually stained with a layer of deep sadness.

When she looked at the panda again, her eyes were no longer filled with curiosity and amazement, but with sympathy and heartache. She seemed to be able to feel the pain and helplessness that the panda was enduring, as if her heart was also being tightened.

"How can you use such a vicious method to hurt such a cute animal!!!" Lin Qingwan's sudden anger made the people behind her even more confused. Why did she get angry? Who was she talking about?

"Little sister, what do you mean?" Lin Yiyang walked forward and followed Lin Qingwan's gaze. He saw a trace of spiritual energy coming out from the panda's outstretched neck, where the two worlds intersected. Seeing this, Lin Yiyang asked in confusion, "What's going on?"

Obviously, Lin Yiyang was not a weapon refiner, and he did not understand what this meant. Jun Moyan also came over at this moment, and when he saw this scene, he was as angry as Lin Qingwan: "How outrageous! Someone actually used such a vicious method to refine a magic weapon!"

As a master in weapon refining, he has never used such vile means in his past life or in this life!

"It seems that we have found a solution to this problem!" Lin Qingwan sighed softly.

"It's good this way, the pain is finally over!" Jun Moran said. Looking at the furry head that seemed to be enjoying being stroked, a trace of pity crept into his eyes!

"Is there any other way?" Lin Qingwan asked unwillingly.

"There is one, but it's very difficult!" Jun Moran said.

Lin Yiyang, who was standing by, had already touched the panda's head. Hearing the conversation between the two, he was confused. What was they talking about? Why couldn't he understand?

Others don’t understand either, but I really want to touch that panda head.

As Lin Yiyang stopped, the others continued silently and experienced the head-patting project one by one.

"The person who refined this magic weapon captured it alive and sealed it in the magic weapon by force, acting as the magic weapon's spiritual power supply station. As the illusion opens, the spiritual power of the beast is extracted. Over the years, it is consumed bit by bit. The pain and torture involved is enormous! Now, the beast is about to die of exhaustion. It can no longer support itself to stay awake, so it can only sleep to conserve some energy!"

Lin Qingwan finished speaking in one breath, full of anger. This kind of cruel method is despised by all weapon refiners. There are actually people who use living bodies to forcibly suppress and use such cruel methods to refine weapons. How is this different from the Japanese she had seen in her previous life? Worse than a dog!

Everyone who understood everything was filled with righteous indignation. They cursed for a long time before stopping. When they looked at this lovely iron-eating beast again, their eyes were filled with heartache. It was too pitiful!

"Ah~~~" A long sigh came out of Hu Sanniang's mouth, as if containing endless sorrow and helplessness. She raised her head slightly, looked into the distance, and said slowly: "If we talk about the most terrifying things in this world, it must be human beings. Especially those so-called strong people, they are high and mighty, looking down on everyone, and regard us as insignificant ants. For them, killing us at will is as easy and simple as stepping on an ant, all depending on their mood at the moment."

At this point, Hu Sanniang's voice trembled slightly, her eyes gradually turned red, and tears began to well up in her eyes. Obviously, these words evoked the unbearable memories deep in her heart.

"They have thrown all the morality and kindness in the world behind their backs, and don't care about the feelings and lives of others. In their eyes, only power, interests and their own desires are the most important. We, who are as humble as ants, have our own emotional world, with joy and sadness. However, all of this has been ruthlessly ignored by those powerful people..."

The more Hu Sanniang spoke, the more excited she became. She could no longer hold back her tears, which flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto her clothes, forming tiny teardrops.

The iron-eating beast hiding in the painting seemed to feel the sadness. It shook its head, covered its eyes with its two chubby little paws, and began to sob.

It cried so hard that everyone present sighed. It was so pitiful. Who could save it?

"Sister Lin, you have a way to save it, right? Can we save it?" Mo Yanran was quite afraid of this huge creature just now, but at this moment, she felt pity for it because of its experience.

Lin Qingwan also wanted to save him, but to break this illusion, she had to destroy the painting. If the painting was destroyed, the panda inside would also be reduced to ashes.

Suddenly, he remembered what Jun Moran had just said, there is a way, but it is very difficult!

She turned her head and looked at Jun Mo Ran hopefully: "A Ran, what's the method?"

Jun Moyan already knew Lin Qingwan's decision. In this situation, Lin Qingwan was so kind that she would not save him. However, this might be difficult.

Seeing Jun Mo Ran looking a little entangled, Lin Qing Wan knew that this matter might be a little difficult. But so what? How can we not try?