Xiao Zheng said: "Why do I suddenly feel that I am the most suspicious here?"
Xuan Ji asked in amazement: "What made you suddenly have a new view of yourself?"
"I... my whole family for several generations, including relatives, is the only one with such a special ability. Our family may not have that gene at all. What if my special ability is not innate? What if my special ability is awakened and Bi Spring Mountain... what kind of monster race in it has something to do with it, then... is it possible that this special ability is not mine? Is it possible that I am actually just an ordinary person, something in Biquan Mountain... has attached to me, which made me Generated 'special energy', and then it would come out when I was asleep, like that... second personality, sleepwalking or something, I don't know what it did... "
Director Xiao may have worked overtime to open up his mind, uncontrollably let his imagination fly, and is about to play a double-faced killer who is a "human model" during the day and a "dog-like" at night.
Xuan Ji interrupted him: "Stop, Director Xiao, stop, haven't you been fighting a lot of werewolf killers in 'It's dark, please close your eyes' lately?"
Xiao Zheng: "But... all these things happened after I was transferred back to the headquarters."
"It also happened when the Yellow Bureau was transferred to the bureau, and it happened to be the day I reported it—as far as I know, the Demon King did not suffer from procrastination, and his shadow should not have inherited this problem." Xuan Ji comforted him. Said, "Besides, if you have a dual personality since you were young, you can't hide it until you are about to menopause now."
Xiao Zheng: "..."
If it weren't for the presence of His Majesty the Emperor, he would have to have a fight with this ancient fossil bird that is thousands of years old and still cute. Who is going through menopause
"All the special abilities now are due to the blood of the ancient non-human race, and most of them can be said to be related to the monster race." Sheng Lingyuan admired Xuan Ji's bookshelf with his hands behind his back, and said calmly. The things that have been used will be organized very cleanly. Compared with the stone and bamboo slips in the past, the paper books are more light and delicate. They are sorted by the owner according to the classification and the color of the book cover. At a glance, they are both a book wall and a decoration. It's very pleasing to the eye, "You don't need to regard the word 'yaozu' as a scourge. The melee in Kyushu is not a race between human races and non-human races. Many non-human races—even demons, were fighting against the demon king at that time."
Xiao Zheng couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty, historians say that the concepts of 'territory' and 'sovereignty' are only in modern times. In your era, there should be only a rough territory, and the transportation is not convenient. If the territory is too large, even yourself I don’t know exactly where the border is. The border residents surrendered in three days and rebelled in two days. As long as they don’t cause too much trouble, the court doesn’t care. If it wasn’t for blood and race, why would there be such a tragic scuffle? Righteous and evil?”
"No reason." Sheng Lingyuan paused, "Natural and man-made disasters just happened to be at the point of catastrophe."
When standing on the top of the waves three thousand years ago and drifting with the tide, the anger on the battlefield, the humiliation when fleeing, and the hatred when collecting unknown corpses are all real.
Every human race that rushed into the Gouyue Tower wished to pour the hatred of their family and country on the steps, step up the tall building step by step, and cut to death the person they believed to be the instigator.
But after three thousand years, jumping out of the limitations of individuals and times, in fact, there was destined to be a war at that time.
If there is no demon king, there will be other people. There is never a shortage of ambitious people in the world, and anyone who has a chance can produce the same effect. At that time, in Kyushu, the human civil war ended, and the population expanded unprecedentedly. Most of the non-human races were isolated from the human race for a long time. The estrangement is getting deeper and deeper, and as internal worries recede, the segregation between ethnic groups is like a swollen dam—if it doesn’t collapse today, it will collapse tomorrow.
The first uncontrollable evil dragons started, and the ambitious people from all over the world took the opportunity to make waves. The blood in people's hearts is like dry wood. Once sparks fall, it will be like a prairie fire. When the wind blows, every creature will be involved involuntarily. If you want to struggle to survive, you have to huddle together in fear—as for what to fight for, all sentient beings will choose a flag to go to. As for whether the things you swear to support are reasonable and worthwhile, that is not important, just find a place to belong to. It's just the foundation of one's life.
Although the melee was tragic, it did break the barrier.
"You are the descendant of the Beast of Lei Ze. Your ancestors were fierce and powerful beasts, but the blood was too thin to show it. Thunder and fire are the two most hated smells of monsters. Even if the demon king Ying is the choice If I were a puppet, I wouldn't choose you, so don't worry too much." Sheng Lingyuan said, skipping over the incomprehensible Fanbang characters, picking and picking on the bookshelves to find someone he knew, "I'll take a trip to Biquan Mountain for you."
Generally, when people are thinking wildly, they don't listen to empty consolations such as "rest assured" and "it will be fine". Instead, technical analysis can comfort people the most. Only then did he regain his peace of mind, relieved, and went online to find out who his ancestor, the Beast of Thunder Ze, was.
"...the body of a dragon and the head of a man, if its belly is bulging, it will bring thunder."
Xiao Zheng: "..."
He thought of some middle-aged and elderly male elders in their family. In summer, they did have the habit of rolling their shirts up on their stomachs to pat their stomachs for fun. The blood was real!
After Sheng Lingyuan finished talking to Xiao Zheng, he took a book from the bookshelf with an unsophisticated binding that looked like it was about an ancient court story, and planned to read it on the road. Although he pretended to be comfortable, many things in the world were too new to him, and he planned to start with the familiar content step by step and slowly. Although this book is in good condition, the corners of the pages are slightly curled, and there are still some tea stains, which must have been read by Xuan Ji many times.
As soon as Xuan Ji put down the phone, he saw Sheng Lingyuan picking up his books, and was a little surprised for a while—Sheng Lingyuan wandered around in his youth, and he never put down the books. Passing through Xuanji's study room, he just watched others do everything, probably imitating it, like a traveler, just looking at the flowers on horseback, not intending to delve into it, the perfunctory energy of passing by cannot be concealed.
At this time, he seemed to have finally opened his eyes, and Xuan Ji's heart warmed up slightly...
Then he saw clearly the book that Sheng Lingyuan took out - he went from being slightly hot to overheated, and he was sweating.
"No, wait a minute, that's not good." Xuan Ji hurried over to snatch it, "That's a novel...a storybook, it's a nonsense, and it's stinky and long, you definitely don't like it. Come on, change it." One, I will choose for you."
Sheng Lingyuan avoided his hand sideways, and carried the book behind his back: "How do you know I don't love it? I love everything about you."
Xuan Ji has been fooled by him time and time again, and has already developed a solid immunity to his sweet words: "It's not mine, it's someone else's deposit with me."
Sheng Lingyuan asked back: "You haven't seen it, how do you know it's smelly and long?"
Xuan Ji was speechless, so she had to try to divert Sheng Lingyuan's attention with other things: "I'll show you this—the author of this book is your fanatic, who makes radical remarks every day and fights with others, and has written three books." Fancy Blowing You... This book is about modern history, which will help you understand how contemporary society came to be. If you want to find forbidden ones, come here. This book is all textbooks I used in college, and it can kill time I’m not kidding you, I couldn’t even finish reading the preface in half a year, this row is basically brand new, oh, yes, and this!”
Xuan Ji involuntarily shoved a stack of books into Sheng Lingyuan's arms, and finally put a bright red booklet on it - "Criminal Law".
"This is the most practical for you." Xuan Ji said, taking advantage of his hands to take away the "Ancient Court Stories", stuffed it into a drawer, added a restriction, and said solemnly, " Be sure to take a good look."
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
Biquan Mountain is very remote, there is no airport nearby, but the straight-line distance is not far from Yong'an, Xiao Zheng sent a special car here, at least he didn't let His Majesty take the "Feiji".
"I will drive by myself." Xuan Ji politely invited the driver who came to deliver the car and Director Xiao to go back. He finally had the opportunity to be with his Majesty calmly, even if he was running around, he could still spend his honeymoon. I don't want light bulbs at all, especially Director Xiao's head wattage is so high, "Let's go and come back quickly, you still have so many things to do - I think this morning, the out-of-season blooming thing got into three hot spots. searched."
"No way, you smashed the magic circle, and the abnormal energy in those fake demon pills has leaked out. Now we can only wait. The research institute estimates that it will start to decay in at least seventy-two hours. We can only contact some meteorologists urgently. Experts, let’s see how to give this matter a scientific and reasonable explanation, so as not to cause panic.” Ever since Xiao Zheng knew that Xuan Ji’s "Fang Ling" was three thousand years old, he was a little suspicious of his compatibility with modern tools, and he was worried. Asked, "Do you have a driver's license?"
"I took the exam when I was in college," Xuan Ji waved his hand coolly, "Don't worry, I'm a ten-year-old driver, I'm not Wang Ze who can't find Bei."
Xiao Zheng was stunned for a moment, before he could figure out why he kept comparing himself with Wang Ze, when he saw this "ancient divine bird" stepping on the accelerator in the way of taking off, and the steady SUV jumped forward , almost gnawed on the electric pole on the side of the road, then made a straight turn, and flew on the road, scraping the curb in a thrilling manner.
Director Xiao: "..."
He understood that an unreliable person is generally not compared with a decent person, and the one who is used as a backstop must be another even more unreliable person.
Xuan Ji opened the sunroof, let the winter sun shine on the car, and turned on the stereo. The car should have been tuned by Director Xiao from his ecological park, and it contained Director Xiao's personal hobbies—the golden songs of the last century. , very atmospheric. Because Xuan Ji was poor, he hadn't touched a car for a long time. He drove very carefully at the beginning. He didn't get acquainted with this car until he got out of the urban area and took the national highway. On the road, Xuan Ji suddenly remembered that she once rented a car for a road trip.
At that time, his memory was sealed by the Nirvana Stone. When he first came to the world, everything he saw was fresh. The reason why he went to learn to drive under the midsummer sun, which was sun-baked like a crow, was because he dreamed that he was walking everywhere. It's not flying, it's just mixing with the crowd of mortals, swimming all the way through the customs and customs.
He thought that he was born with such a complex, and he had to realize it. As soon as I got my driver's license, I couldn't wait to rent a car and drove out to play.
At the beginning, it was too fresh, and I photographed wild flowers and weeds along the way. On the evening of the first day, the national highway just passed through the plain countryside, with wheat fields on both sides. In late summer and early autumn, the wheat seedlings bowed their heads neatly, and the view was infinitely vast, just right Encountered the fire burning clouds in the sky. Those clouds seem to project the mirage of the Nanming Valley back then, and there are groups of Suzakus flying in the wind, shining brightly.
Xuan Ji may have been driving for a whole day, and was dazzled by the rays of the sun, a little brain twitched, and said casually to the side: "Look..."
After saying that, he remembered that he came out by himself, without any friends, and looked around blankly. He didn't know who he was looking for, but his high spirits suddenly sank, and he just looked for a place. Stayed overnight and went back the next day.
Since then, Xuan Ji has never had any interest in road trips—it’s tiring and boring, it’s better to take a train or plane, chat with strangers on the road, and get by.
Xuan Ji suddenly felt a little unreal, and couldn't help turning her head to look to the side, thinking in a trance, "It's really there."
After a while, he felt that it was unreal again, so he couldn't help freeing up a hand, reaching for the corner of Sheng Lingyuan's coat hanging on the side, wanting to touch it for confirmation.
Sheng Lingyuan caught a glimpse of him sneaking around, and had expected such a move, so he spread his hands by his side, just in time to grab a chicken paw that bumped into his palm.
Xuan Ji shrunk quickly, but her five fingers were tightly entangled, so she coughed dryly like a gentleman: "What are you doing? Pay attention to driving safety, don't harass the driver—have you finished reading the criminal law, and I will buy you a traffic law tomorrow."
"No," Sheng Lingyuan flipped back the book on his lap with a half-smile, "Don't worry, this book is indeed a bit long, enough for me to wear it down."
Xuan Ji glanced at the book he was reading, thinking: "He doesn't really read my textbook, does he?"
How can this be seen? Is there such a big difference between a top student and a scumbag
Sheng Lingyuan rubbed his fingers: "But although it doesn't stink, it's not only not stinky, but also very fragrant."
Xuan Ji: "..."
Wait, the cover looks familiar—isn't this the one in his locked drawer
The consequence of being ignorant since childhood and having a bad memory when he grows up is that the "forbidden technique" he came up with after hard thinking and meditation, was figured out after a night, and he locked up the little yellow book nervously, and turned around wearing a coat. The Kung Fu ban is on!
Sheng Lingyuan asked curiously: "Which dynasty's emperor is this arrangement? According to this arrangement, will he have time to leave the palace in his life?"
"How do I know?" Xuan Ji stubbornly resisted, "I didn't watch..."
Sheng Lingyuan let out a "huh" inexplicably, and brushed his fingers over an oily handprint on the page—there was still the owner's breath on the handprint: "When did I eat and drink while reading a book, who did you learn from?" What's wrong?"
Xuan Ji: "..."
"These people have sex, why do they have so many words?" The "Xueba", who can read all kinds of books, made accurate statistics, "I took a rough look, and every line and step has to say a word, meaning It's pretty much the same, like... "
"You accumulate some virtue!"