Starting From Douluo, Glory is Invincible

Chapter 1175 Flying to the sky

The top of Riyao Mountain, before this silent and profound dawn, still seems to be immersed in the tranquility and dream of the night. The mist between the peaks floats gently, like fairies dancing silently in a dream, giving people an ethereal and distant feeling. But as the eastern sky gradually turned a faint golden red, the first ray of light in the morning penetrated the dense fog like a filament and shot into the cave.

 In the cave, the quiet air carries a faint smell of rock, and the irregular protrusions on the surrounding stone walls appear mysterious in the hazy morning light. In such an ancient and mysterious place, Lin Fan was lying quietly on the stone bed, as if he had become one with the thousand-year-old stone. His slightly frowned brows gradually relaxed with the arrival of the beam of light, and his bright black eyes slowly revealed their light as his eyelids moved slightly.

 Staying awake all night is not a difficult thing for him with a strong will. He knows that in this strange and dangerous world, he must stay awake and be alert to any possible threats. But when he saw the empty stone bed opposite, his heartstrings that had been tense all night finally relaxed a little.

That is where the flames once lived, but now there is only a faint residual heat and some scorch marks on the stone. But this was enough for Lin Fan. He knew that the flames had become one with him and became an integral part of his power. The smile outlined at the corner of his mouth is as soft and natural as the morning breeze. There is no pride or arrogance in that smile, but only a kind of tenacity and calmness after tempering.

 Stepping out of the cave, the sunlight from the outside stung the eyes that were accustomed to darkness, but Lin Fan quickly adapted to this change. The sight before him made him feel even more happy: three dwarf wizard fairies of different shapes were enjoying themselves on their respective swings, as if they were celebrating the joy of the successful inheritance of fire in this way.

The most conspicuous among them is Andy. His specially lengthened swing chain shines coldly in the sun, and every swing brings the sound of wind and his excited shouts. His swing seems to be swinging extraordinarily high, and every rise carries a kind of pride and determination to challenge the limit; every fall seems to break through the shackles of gravity and fly to the sky. There was an extraordinarily proud smile on that young face, and his eyes shone with the brilliance and pride that only successful people have.

"Hahaha, bug, look at it! This is my specially made extended version of the iron lock swing!" Andy shouted excitedly, "Not only is the iron lock longer, I also specially had someone modify the iron chair to add softness. The cushions and armrests are guaranteed to be comfortable and reliable! Now you can see how good I am!”

His voice echoed in the air, interweaving with the early morning birdsong and the whistling of the breeze to form a wonderful symphony. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with his results, to the point of almost showing off. After all, who wouldn’t want to look their best on such a seemingly ordinary but meaningful morning?

"Hey, hey! Stinky Andy! You promised me not to call me 'stinky bug' again! How long has it been since you went back on your word?" Doron's dissatisfied voice interrupted Andy's complacency. His little dark face was full of anger, and his eyes that were usually very wide now seemed to be bulging out of their sockets. His swing is not as high as Andy's, but this does not affect his ability to express his dissatisfaction and his firm stance.

"Besides," Doron continued, gritting his teeth while swinging on the swing, "No matter how comfortable the swing is, it was modified by someone else for you! You didn't do it yourself! There's nothing to be proud of!" in his tone. There is a hint of sour taste, just like the mood of a child who didn't get the candy watching others enjoy the delicious food.

 (End of this chapter)