"Long, long ago, an ogre diviner observed the starry sky at night and glimpsed an opportunity that fell from the sky, offering hope for his nearly annihilated tribe to return to their peak. They named this Chosen One who fell from the sky—ouch, ouch, wrong, wrong, stop pinching my tail!"
With her sensitive tail attacked, Jiuyue was on her tiptoes, the painful and ticklish sensation causing tears to seep from the corners of her eyes.
"Why are you always so fascinated with the topic of ogres?"
Before Jiuyue could give a satisfactory answer, Duan Mingyuan had no intention of letting go.
It seemed Jiuyue had already concocted a version of his past in her mind.
It even integrated elements from movies like "Tarzan" and "Planet of the Apes."
"Didn't I tell you while we were on the Eco-Ship? Ogres are the oldest and strongest tribe on Blue Star!"
"What else?"
Duan Mingyuan tightened his grip a bit more.
