The date of the banquet was set much faster than expected.
Soon, the news spread, and many celebrities received invitation letters.
—The Shi's family will hold an entrance ceremony in the main house.
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In the corridor.
The teenager raised his hand and pulled his collar somewhat unaccustomedly.
The old housekeeper walking beside him stopped and straightened his bow tie back.
Shi An pointed to his dress:
"Do I have to wear this?"
The lights in the banquet hall not far away came over, coating his side face with glaze-like cold and delicate light.
The boy's brows were slightly frowned, and his dark eyelashes were drooping like crow feathers. They were not beautiful like real people.
"Of course." The old butler helped Shi'an pull the corner of his clothes and looked at him lovingly: "Look, how nice it is."
Shi An whispered: "It doesn't look good."
He thought of something and raised his eyes expectantly: "But..."
However, before Shi An's words were finished, the old steward interrupted him categorically as if he was approaching an enemy:
"Don't even think about it."
Thinking of the "good-looking" clothes that Shi An had chosen for him, the old housekeeper's face couldn't help but turn a little blue—
The whole body was dotted with glittering gold sequins and shiny metal ornaments, and they clinked when they walked, and the eyes of the people who were dazzling by the reflected light couldn't open.
It's not ordinary... No taste.
After getting a decisive reply from the other party, Shi An's face couldn't hide his loss.
"… Oh."
He responded in a low voice, lowered his eyes, and blinked his long thick eyelashes, like some kind of furry little animal.
Alas... What a good boy.
Just, nothing can be faulted except that the eyes are not so good.
The old housekeeper helped the boy straighten his shoulder line and patted the dust on his body. There were mixed feelings in his heart, both gratified and a little bit reluctant:
"Master, after today is over, you should be able to move back here."
Although this is Shi'an's nominal home, he does not live here, but in a small villa away from the main house.
And now, Shi'an has finally passed the assessment of the Academy of Ability, and he must be finally eligible to move back.
Shi An's eyes lit up: "Then can I wear it..."
The old housekeeper frowned and gritted his teeth:
"can not!"
The waiter waiting at the door saw the arrival of the two of them, and raised his hand to open the door of the banquet hall, bright lights and noisy people pouring out like an ocean.
Shi Zechun, the father of human Shian.
He was standing in the center of the banquet hall, bowing his head and talking to a young man.
"Go!" The butler pushed Shi'an eagerly.
At this time, Shi Zechun served champagne.
He squeezed the silver spoon against the wall of the cup and made a crisp sound of "ding-ding", the crowd fell silent for a moment, turned his head and looked over, waiting.
Shi Zechun cleared his throat and said:
"Today is the celebration banquet for Inuzi's formal school."
He put his palm on the shoulders of the teenager next to him, and there was a smile on that indifferent face: "Xiao Rui passed this year's first test. The initial level of magic power is B, which is the top five of this year's freshmen."
"..."
The old butler was stunned, almost unable to believe his ears.
-He did not expect that the banquet was indeed held, but the protagonist was not in time.
Everyone knows that Shi'an is the only son of Shi's family.
Shi Rui could only be an illegitimate child.
And now he was pushed to the front with a big fanfare by his father, and everyone knows the meaning behind it-he will replace Shi'an and be cultivated as the heir of Shi's family.
After a brief silence, the voice of praise and celebration sounded.
Everyone gave their blessings and praises tacitly, and never mentioned the only son of the time who seemed to have forgotten his existence.
In the hustle and bustle, the old housekeeper lowered his head subconsciously, looking for Shi'an's figure.
He was speechless, his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't piece together any comforting words for a while.
—Unexpectedly, Shi'an seems to be distracted.
He seemed to have not noticed the tacit transfer not far away, but stared at a corner of the edge of the banquet. The light and shadow moved on his face, with a thoughtful look on his face.
The butler was taken aback.
He followed Shi'an's eyes reflexively.
Not far away, in the shadow of the corner wall, a guest hung his head and silently leaned against the wall, as if he was asleep, incompatible with the lively atmosphere around him.
A waiter seemed to have noticed the same.
He walked over with the tray and asked in a low voice.
The surrounding area is peaceful and peaceful.
But there seemed to be some unstable elements surging under the air.
Without warning, the guest's arms twitched violently!
His skin cracked in an instant, but what was flowing out was not blood, but an amber juice.
"Kang Dang!" The sound of the tray landing was crisp and harsh, tearing the air like a sharp weapon, and the screams cut through the night:
"Ahhhhh-"
boom-
The original bulge and plump body of the guest collapsed quickly like a squeezed balloon.
Fist-sized wounds on his body gush out from it, one by one, densely packed, dripping to the ground like a torrent, scratching on the carpet with its feet, making a toothless sound.
Monster! It's a monster!
how is this possible! How can they appear here!
Suddenly, panic screams one after another, resounding through the hall.
The panicked and chaotic crowd rushed toward the exit first, and the voice hoarse to maintain order was swallowed, unable to get the slightest attention.
Shi Zechun's face was green, one hand was protecting Shi Rui and he retreated, while shouting at something, the capable person struggled against the flow of people and tried to control the riot within a small area.
boom!
The lights exploded in the chaos, and the sudden darkness brought a panic scream again.
Under the crowds of people, the butler found that Shi'an was nowhere to be found.
He couldn't help but yelled in panic: "Master—"
In the chaos, no one responded.
Amidst the crowd who fled aimlessly, stood an indifferent figure.
He looks out of place with his surroundings.
Shi An stood there without evasiveness, his expression calm, his pale face looked thin, as if all his emotions had been drained, and his eyes narrowed slightly, like a dark abyss.
Accompanied by a harsh squeak, a fist-sized monster rushed in front of Shi'an.
The six small eyes on his head flashed with sinister and greedy light, and the sharp chelated feet flashed with cold light, as if looking forward to tearing up the vulnerable human being in front of him.
But the next second, it froze.
There is a very ancient breath in that human being.
The devil became cautious.
He lifted his upper body, carefully sniffing the breath in the air.
The young man in front of him is 100% human from skin to bone, exuding a tempting fragrance of flesh and blood in the dark.
But—the soul that really bears the magical power takes on a terrifying form.
Some kind of huge, invisible shadow is attached behind the opponent, with a cold deterrent, as if the abyss cast a dark glance.
An instinctive fear began to stir in the depths of the soul.
Shi An looked down and looked over.
Under the long eyelashes, in the deep pupils, crimson shades lingered.
Although his expression is still peaceful and quiet, the demon can feel...
The other party has a bad temper now.
! ! !
The demon worm's body trembled, and he turned around and fled without hesitation.
In fact, Shi'an did feel very upset.
All dragons are creatures with a strong sense of territory. They are narrow and arrogant, and they are full of guard against monsters other than themselves.
At this point, the abyssal dragon is even worse.
Although Shi An has now lost his dragon form, it does not mean that he can tolerate such dirty, low-level creatures, dare to invade his territory shamelessly—and without his permission, Unscrupulously turn it into a slaughterhouse.
This is an insult.
In the chaos, the young boy's slender figure was almost swallowed by the heavy darkness, soft, innocent, and fragile, as if it could be easily crushed.
He moved forward steadily step by step.
The dull coercion on his body was casually released, and there seemed to be a trace of scorching ash-like heat in the air.
Like a flood on a reef, the demon worms scrambled to scatter beside Shi'an, fleeing, leaving a vacuum zone beside him.
-If you dare to ignore the existence of the evil dragon, you have to bear the price that comes with it.
The author has something to say:
Devil crashes: Who the hell knows there is a dragon here!