Xuan Ji: "Our...fat girl?"
The Wuren village in Dongchuan was built on the mountain back then, and there was almost no flat land in the village. If you want to go to a neighbor’s house, you have to climb several slopes back and forth, and your eating habits are also vegetarian—there is no place in the tribe to raise livestock on a large scale. Except for free-range chickens, the meat that can be eaten is aquatic products—so the people in the clan are relatively slender.
Xuan Ji was stunned for a long time, and suddenly couldn't help laughing, cursing: "That little dwarf, A Luo Jin, always jokes about the stupidity of the monster race and the human race, and they are famous for their 'show' and 'elegant' .Bah, Xiuya! It’s obvious that other people eat bran and swallow vegetables every day, and they are all hungry and emaciated. If they have the ability to immigrate here for two days, try to see if they eat fat. , two hundred and fifty catties is cheap for him!"
Sheng Lingyuan's hand was glued to the bronze tripod by the blood flowing out, but his brows softened.
Aluojin knew about the Demon Sword and was always curious. He often said that he wanted to live a hundred or eighty years, "trying to play with Jian Lingtong one day".
In fact, the young patriarch was completely self-indulgent, and the sword spirit was annoying him to death, and he didn't want to play with him at all.
These two things are about the same age, half a catty mental level, and they are about the same in terms of being worthless. When he was in Dongchuan, Jianling already felt that he was a man, learned to be awkward, and didn't want to be called "Brother Lingyuan" anymore. He didn't want this title to be picked up by A Luojin without knowing it. Ken gave it to others, and suddenly became furious, and unilaterally made trouble with Aluojin, and they have been angry for many years.
When A Luojin was young, he used to talk a lot in nonsense, and he often babbled in Sheng Lingyuan's ear. When he was a little older, he especially liked to talk loudly. Sheng Lingyuan listened to him often but seldom, but there was always something "very interesting" when he listened to him. The smile made Aluojin think that he was full of witty words, and he didn't know that there was actually an invisible sword spirit talking back to him. He said a word, and Jian Ling made up a sentence in Sheng Lingyuan's mind. The voices of these two people, one inside and the other outside, were like a pair of chickens with half-grown hair holding their throats and crowing in the air, depressed and relieved of fatigue.
Sheng Lingyuan frowned, and said to Xuan Ji almost inaudibly: "Why do you have the face to say that other people are idiots... If you guessed right, the Suzaku totem was disturbed by us, and there must be something wrong with Luo Cuicui. The reverberation sound, it is very likely that the shadow man swallowed Luo Cuicui."
Xuan Ji yelled at the vines that were suddenly entangled: "Hey, little man, are you still smelling excrement in the stomach of that shadow man, and you still haven't come out to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace? Don't you want to see me? Tell you , I stole all your dried pears, and your descendants are serving as my younger brother, if I take a look at her, she will have to offer all the snacks in her pocket, are you happy to hear that?"
He was smiling, the brows and the corners of his mouth seemed to be tied to a jackhammer—even though he tried his best to rise up, he still lowered helplessly...
The day when the human race could have enough to eat came too late. Aluojin didn't live to be fat in middle age, nor could he grow into a weight of two hundred and fifty catties for him to laugh at.
The only time they met was that one was already dead, and the other passed by before they found their past and reminisced about the past.
But what a coincidence.
Ping Qianru's hand, which was about to put the shield on her ear, stopped there. The colleagues in the field thought that there was something wrong with her shield, scolded her as "cumbersome logistics", and hurried up to help her.
Ping Qianru raised her hand to block it: "I won't wear it yet."
The strange language in the reverberation sound was incoherent, just chanting "the blood of the witch-human race" repeatedly, like the legendary earth-bound spirit who had died for many years, forgot everything, and was trapped somewhere in his life, lingering.
"Blood?" She was stunned, and reached out to touch behind her ear—the shield that was just broken left a small wound there, and Ping Qianru squeezed out a little blood with her fingertips, and she squatted down slowly. When it touched the ground, a thin grass stalk emerged from the ground and wrapped around her finger.
The field staff were scared when they saw the grass, and they were startled at the time. One was about to pull her up, and the other had already pressed her hand on the mithril at her waist.
Ping Qianru quickly stopped: "Don't hit... wait a minute!"
She felt a strange emotion coming from the grass, and she couldn't tell what it felt like... It was like when she suddenly heard the cries of vendors in the alleys of her childhood when she came back from a dream, she opened her eyes and felt that she was still young and already The deceased relatives are playing fans nearby. Or when you return home after being away from your homeland for many years, the things and people are not the same, the streets and houses have been changed, and when you are confused, you suddenly look up and recognize the big pagoda tree beside you that you climbed when you were a child.
Ping Qianru didn't understand what the voice mixed in the reverberation was, and she didn't know where it came from. She just instinctively trusted that voice.
It wasn't until then that she realized that her face was a little cold, and she didn't know when she had burst into tears. She suddenly raised her head in her blurred vision and said to her colleagues, "I may have a way to access the echo sound!"
The bulky reverb equipment was pushed over quickly, and the converter was aimed at the grass that entangled Ping Qianru's finger. The grass seemed to know what she wanted, and it quickly grew taller, forming a lush bunch. Gently climbed up the connector of the converter and entangled it.
The field staff looked at each other in blank dismay: "What's the situation? Where does this grass come from?"
Ping Qianru: "Everyone who has operated the echo sound, come here! Call me back to the headquarters and recruit all the people like me... who have been judged as 'special ability', but have never performed, and cannot determine the direction of the special ability Yes! Let everyone try it, maybe it will work!"
A tangle of front line jammer distribution points—
A field worker finally found a spare enchantment device. As soon as the enchantment net was opened, the chaotic crowd "paused". For a while, there was only the sound of the radio and Yan Qiushan's suppressed panting in the square.
Wang Ze reached out and pressed Yan Qiushan's shoulder. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a large number of Mithril bullets spotted them slack, and suddenly hit them from all directions.
Wang Ze protected Yan Qiushan, and took him and Zhichun away on the spot. At the same time, the barrier net was shattered again.
Wang Ze's hair stood on end, ready to be trampled ten thousand feet: "Grandma's..."
But maybe the chaos was interrupted once, the blood on the top was cooled by the northwest wind in the twelfth lunar month, and the crowd who had been frightened to the brink of collapse just now were suddenly let go, but there was only a slight commotion, and there was no further chatter screaming, and some people even witnessed the weird scene just now—those terrifying silver bullets perfectly bypassed the immobile "wooden men" like them, turned unnaturally, and only chased those "superhumans" "beat.
I don't know who murmured: "That seems to really not hit us..."
"If you don't hit you, get out! Who knows if they will have other tricks!" Wang Ze roared, "Attention all departments, there are at least two snipers at three o'clock, and at eight o'clock... fuck it!"
The target of Fengshenyi's current and former captains together was too big, and the Mithril bullets quickly locked on to them, and then, dense silver light fell on Wang Ze and the others.
Wang Ze and Yan Qiushan pushed each other away at the same time, and they backed away in two directions. Yan Qiushan had lost his strength just now, his legs were limping, he couldn't stand firmly, fell, and his elbow hit the ground hard—slightly No one with common sense would fall so badly, but Yan Qiushan seemed to have forgotten everything he had learned. He just hugged Zhichun tightly, and rolled on one side to someone's feet. He didn't raise his head, trying his best to curl up Lifting his back, he protected Zhichun tightly, and ignored the rest.
But at this moment, the silver light that was chasing after him suddenly disappeared. Yan Qiushan only heard the sound of Mithril falling on the surrounding ground. He raised his head in surprise and saw an old man standing beside him. He took off the thick cotton coat and stretched his arms to support it. His thin body was like a scarecrow's wooden frame, supporting the big cotton coat into a huge shield, covering Yan Qiushan.
Yan Qiushan had never seen this old man before, Mithril avoided him with an exaggerated trajectory, the old man was obviously an ordinary person. Although it is barely clean, the dry and rough face, the frayed edges of the collar and cuffs, and the long threads falling out of the buttons all seem to reveal that the old man's life is not that rich. Tears were stuck in the wrinkles extending from the corners of his eyes to his temples, and even the tears seemed to be thicker than others, and he said "Xiao Zhang is a good person" several times upside down.
Yan Qiushan suddenly remembered that the unfamiliar colleague who was beaten to death by Mithril in front of him... seemed to be surnamed Zhang.
"We live next door... I watched him grow up since I was a child," the old man's voice was drowned in the noise, and only his very keen ears could catch his faint cry, "I am a 'five guarantees', and I am useless , and shameless... old people don't die, there is not even an elevator in the old building, who will carry the rice for me in the future... why are you beating him?"
The old man raised his head in a daze, like a clumsy old hen, while shielding himself from the Mithril bullet, he murmured to whom he was asking: "What is wrong with the world?"
Wang Ze rushed over: "Captain Yan! Are you all right?"
"Chasing..." Yan Qiushan propped himself up on the ground, and the broken metal crutch disintegrated and deformed not far away, and turned into countless small parts, wrapping and supporting his injured leg, "Catch back those bastards who shot coldly, one by one And don’t let them go.”
Afterwards, the metal buckles on Yan Qiushan's body turned into gold threads again, and Zhichun's baby was bound into a cocoon three times inside and outside. ,I… "
"Shut up," Yan Qiushan was finally irritated no matter how good-tempered he was, "I'm the person in charge of Fengshenyi, and I'll tell you to withdraw from Mirage Island, why don't you listen? Who allowed you to disobey? Do you have privileges because you are an ancient sword? Why do I have to use you to protect me? I am not a useless person yet!"
The dazed people stopped pushing and shoving each other, pointing and whispering about the old man holding a cotton coat and standing as a human shield, and those mithril bullets walking around him.
The on-site field staff came back to their senses, and chased after the Mithril bullet at an extremely fast speed.
Mithril is also equipped on the field staff, and they have cooperated tacitly for many years. There are rules for advancing and retreating, and they will never accidentally injure their own people. As soon as the chaotic crowd calms down, the interference immediately disappears, and the first batch of counterattacking Mithril bullets hit quickly. several goals.
Suddenly, the alarm light on the jammer on Wang Ze's ear flashed a few times: "Captain Yan, I have a spare pair of jammers here, and then—shall we leave a few people to continue sending the jammers? The echo sound came again."
Yan Qiushan frowned, his shielding device fell in the chaos, the metal type is strong, but it will be a bit "blunt", and it is the least sensitive to the attack of the spirit type, sometimes it is often hit, and I don't even know it But this time, before Wang Ze sounded the warning, Yan Qiushan had already felt the reverberation first—because this time, the reverberating sound was mixed with music that could be heard by human ears.
The music sounds a little familiar, quiet and warm, diluting the original resentment and anger in the reverberation, and even faintly suppressing it.
"This is the spiritual guidance song of the headquarters," Zhichun suddenly said with some nostalgia. "It can relieve stress and heal spiritual injuries. It was originally for everyone's benefit, but no one used it... It was because of the poison in the mirage island that I was in the past. , When I was unconscious, the headquarters sent someone to give me this, and every time I listened to it, I could be freed from the messy nightmare, and my heart could be at peace for a long time."
Those who hadn't had time to receive the jammer involuntarily stopped whispering, and were soothed by the music in the reverberation sound wave. While soothing people's emotions, the music was like a layer of background color, which just turned the originally invisible negativity in the reverberation sound The spiritual infiltration was highlighted, and this time, everyone felt a vicious instigation in the surrounding air.
After a while, I don't know who took the lead, and a few people returned to the pick-up point for the shielding device, quickly took the shielding device, and quickly evacuated from this place of right and wrong. Then, the scattered crowd came back in twos and threes—
The spread of reverberation sound is getting wider and wider, and at the same time, more and more reverberation sound devices are connected to each array eye.
After a hundred generations, the energy level of some superpowers met the superpower standard, but they could not be classified because they had no specific superpower performance. Among these people, more than half were due to the mixed blood of multiple parties, and their bloodlines were too complicated and thin. Forty percent are descendants of the Witch Race.
Most of the spells have been lost, and they have forgotten the tragedy of their ancestors, and have become small support staff like screws in the huge alien control bureau system, living a marginal and inconspicuous life. At this time, he was suddenly recruited, and for the first time, he was engulfed in the front line by the field workers, and became a crucial role.
On the ancient Suzaku totem left over 3,000 years ago, reverberation equipment was placed in each array eye, and the weak music at first became more and more clear.
Even if the whole world is full of ants, no giant can stand still in the tide of ants.
The demon king who crushed Kyushu can't do it, and neither can the human emperor who suppresses demons... What is a mere shadow clan remnant
Thunder and lightning flashed on Chiyuan, Mithril weapons and energy shielding nets swept down like a storm, and the Alien Control Bureau almost brought out the entire family property. After all, the demon king shadow has just obtained the entity, and the devoured humans and demons have not yet digested. Clean, for a while, there were uncontrollable forces belonging to the witch-human race and demons inside, and there were overwhelming black technology attacks outside, forcing him into a rather embarrassing situation.
The shadow man turned into countless clones, and burrowed into the surrounding rust-colored plants, no longer caring about maintaining the demeanor of the true demon king who was still arrogant and arrogant when he was about to die.
"Too bad," Gu Yuexi said, "it hides in the form of a shadow figure, so it can't be seen with the clairvoyant eye."
"I..." At this time, Yang Chao opened his mouth weakly, "That... I can feel a little..."
It is said that in ancient times, the spirit beast, the sheep, lived with Xishi and guarded a spirit mountain, named "Qianlai". In addition to making money, washing stones, like other wood and stones, is parasitic with pure white shadows. After being incarnated, it seduces spirit beasts, and bury a shadowman's fortune in the offspring. It is mixed with other races, and the bloodlines are so complicated that it is difficult to trace back. , was almost expelled from the "special ability" camp, and only wanted to take the postgraduate entrance examination.
Unexpectedly, the Shadow Clan's rebellion, which had disappeared for many years, instead awakened the Shadowman blood that had been dormant for thousands of years in him.
Yang Chao: "But I can't describe it clearly, I..."
Xiao Zheng made a decisive decision: "Give Yang Chao the authority of the energy shielding network!"
Yang Chao had countless nightmares about going to the examination room without reviewing, but unexpectedly this day became a reality, he said dumbfounded, "Huh?"
"Put down the shielding net according to your feeling." Xiao Zheng grabbed his shoulders and pinched him to the launcher on the helicopter like a kitten.
Yang Chao: "But..."
"Do you know that a lot of special words are very useful?" Xiao Zheng bent down and stared closely into his eyes, "Westerners call it 'Prophecy', Japanese call it 'Yanling', and our country calls it 'Crow's Mouth'. Metaphysics, the higher the level of special ability, the more accurate the speech - I let go of a shadow today, I curse you for not being able to pass the test, and for being completely wrong, you will never pass the first test for the rest of your life."
Yang Chao almost cried "Wow". He didn't know if it was his illusion. He felt that a dark cloud just floated over the top of their helicopter, like bad luck.
"What good will it do you if I don't pass the exam?" He took the transmitter sobbingly, "I can't even make the echo sound, and I endorse every day at public expense, and you have to pay me five social insurances and one housing fund..."
The more Yang Chao talked, the more wronged he became, and he sprayed the energy shielding net randomly based on his intuition, hoping that Domon would be right. However, under his messy operation, the large energy shielding net happened to be condensed into a huge net, and the scattered ghost king shadow avatars were scattered all over the net.
The Demon King Ying was struggling angrily. Not only was there strong interference on the shielding network of the Alien Control Bureau, which restricted his actions, but it also attracted artificial lightning. The more out of control, turning back, almost has the meaning of backlash.
A rust-colored cane even swung over without distinguishing between enemy and friend, hooking Yao Wangying's neck.
The Demon King Ying was furious, and countless clones quickly merged together: "Don't you believe that I blew myself up and ordered Chiyuan!"
Sheng Lingyuan, who was trapped on the bronze tripod, raised his head and looked at the top of his head which could not see the sun: "I suddenly thought of a way."
"Varied… "
Sheng Lingyuan let go of the sea of consciousness suddenly, and countless reverberating sounds penetrated into his seven orifices, and even Xuan Ji, who felt the same way with him, also heard a "hum" in his head.
"The blood of the witch race is still there, Aluojin, come here, I will give you an explanation."
At the same time, in the nationwide broadcast, the voice of the Yellow Bureau continued: "We never dare to say that we are 'serving the people', and we are not doing these jobs to protect anyone or 'sacrifice' for whom, in the final analysis , we please the world in order to earn a little foothold for ourselves—to prove that we are not intrusive, that we are useful to society... so that there is still room to live.”
All living beings, who have spirits, have a place to stand.