Sheng Lingyuan was stunned for a moment, subconsciously pressed his paw, and said, "What are you doing?"
Xuan Ji seemed to be equipped with a sensor switch, which was extremely sensitive. When he felt a little resistance from him, he stopped immediately.
I don't know if it's the light or the light from the feathers on the wings... or maybe it's mixed with a little distant moonlight, splashing on his face, the family emblem between his brows is faintly visible, flickering for a while and then dimming, leaving only a pair of eyes for people to see at a glance, The frightening brows, because the undulating outline left some shadows, there is a little illusion-like melancholy for no reason.
Then he retreated, smiled as if nothing had happened, and blinked at Sheng Lingyuan. The lights on the Ferris wheel came back on, and the cubicle at the highest point shook slightly before slowly descending.
"Remind you to love your job and work hard, Your Majesty Tianmo, look at your Buddha, is it plausible? You don't even try to seduce me."
When he said this, he had a playful smile on his face, but his palms were sweated by the beating heart, and they cooled down when they encountered the night wind.
His skin was cold and his blood was burning.
He has been longing for Sheng Lingyuan for too long, so long that he is frightened, like a frozen person who dare not warm up, or a starving person who dare not eat dry food-Xuan Ji has never dared to indulge, for fear of losing control. He suppressed his thoughts so hard that even those who shared his feelings would not be aware of it. He stumbled and imitated the appearance of ordinary couples, and dragged Sheng Lingyuan to slowly grope in the world of mortals.
Only at this moment, Chi Yuan's life is hanging by a thread, he has a premonition that his time is running out, his mind loses control for a moment, and a trace of "boldness" leaks out.
But a little setback can evaporate the two milliliters of courage he had saved so hard, so Xuan Ji decided to pass it off as a joke: "I will take you to the Housing Management Bureau and Civil Affairs Bureau in a while, anyway, there is everything in the dream. It’s best to realize all fifty items on my list, even if I move to the crematorium tomorrow, I’ll be able to pay enough.”
As long as he enjoys this illusion seriously and doesn't look back at his three thousand years, he feels that he has no regrets.
After all, "the past cannot be refuted".
Xuan Ji always thinks very openly.
Just like that, he said "enough" and thought "no regrets" in his heart, and he has already turned his attention to the superficial delicious and fun things, from body to heart, he is completely happy A little flaw.
But this is the illusion of the demon, not like superficial empathy. The reason why monsters can easily confuse people’s hearts is because once a person is drawn into the illusion, the mind is like an open clam shell to the demon who weaves the illusion. As long as there is a little shake, the monster can peek into the deepest things in the heart—— Even if the depression has been settled for too long, even the person involved will not be aware of it.
Sheng Lingyuan didn't know what he felt, and his hands suddenly trembled uncontrollably, causing the music around him to change tune like a vocal cassette, suddenly far and near, the Ferris wheel just moved and turned a small angle, and it was completely stuck again , all the lights near and far disappeared, leaving only the wings that Xuan Ji hadn't had time to put away.
The world became silent.
Xuan Ji glanced out heartlessly: "Your Majesty, you are really unskilled in this business, and this year's demon is too slick..."
Before he finished speaking, he turned around inadvertently, his voice stopped abruptly, and he stared blankly at Sheng Lingyuan—Sheng Lingyuan's long hair tied up casually was bundled into the crown, and he didn't know whether it was Xuan Ji's or not. His own thin sweater disappeared, and became a heavy and cumbersome imperial dress, with neat left and right rings, almost solemn.
Then, the ferris wheel that seemed to be playing around was wiped out, and Xuan Ji's feet were empty, and then fell to the ground. Sheng Lingyuan had something on his body, and his wings were forced to shrink back, and his clothes were heavy.
But Xuan Ji didn't pay attention to look carefully, he felt something, and his whole body almost trembled.
A warm fragrance from the ancient palace hit him head-on, and with a "squeak", countless palace doors gradually opened in front of him.
The palace lanterns dazzled him so much that he couldn't keep his eyes open—this was the Duling Palace where he had wandered countless times.
Sheng Lingyuan's hand that was holding him was covered by a wide sleeve, Xuan Ji was dragged away by him, his mind was blank, he stumbled as if he was paralyzed, and came to the empty and dead bedroom in his impression.
The sleeping hall was almost flooded with red candles. At first glance, it was almost noisy, and even Sheng Lingyuan's face was a little more bloody.
"I said, I want to pray to the Quartet to marry you," Sheng Lingyuan changed into the elegant voice that he hadn't said for a long time. There are incense tables in each of the four corners of the bedroom. With a light wave of his hand, the incense candles on the tables burned up , the green smoke went straight up, as if it could really reach some sacred place, "This is the demon body against the sky, it is not tolerated by the heaven and the earth, the gods of the four directions do not need to come, each offer a piece of incense, and talk about their hearts. Tell you, from now on From now on, the current patriarch of the Nanming Suzaku Clan will be mine..."
He hadn't finished playing "Jue Ci" when he was suddenly pushed into the gauze tent by Xuan Ji, and Bai Yuyan bumped into each other with a tinkling sound, like shattered ice, the wide and thick sleeves of his robe spilled onto the couch and pillow.
"Too arrogant, Your Majesty...too arrogant," Xuan Ji said with a trembling voice, "Aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?"
Sheng Lingyuan sighed: "It's already happened, this 'scourge' is quite heavy..."
His ending was extinguished along with the candles in the hall.
This time, there was no frosty wind in Duling Palace, and it was as if Feixue was rubbing cotton and picking wadding, but it was not cold.
The red plums have been falling from His Majesty's bedroom to the front of the Jianlu Hall, as fierce as the undulating backs of thousands of divine birds in the Nanming Valley, dimming the moonlight.
The color of the snow darkened again.
Even if it is plainly stated that this is the illusion, and the big devil who weaves the illusion next to him has been playing a part-time guest role in the "anti-addiction system", sinking is still inevitable.
A thick black mist engulfed him, washing away the three thousand years of memory that had been scraped to pieces by the Nirvana Stone from beginning to end—
In Shengshi Qingge, the sound of firecrackers is deafening, the carriages and horses carry the wanderers home, the opera house is empty, the firekeeper in the game world is deserted, rubbing his hands alone to warm the lonely wine, Sheng Lingyuan directly tears the memory and breaks in , unceremoniously took his only half bottle of Tusu wine as his own, laughed and left.
Just as the gavel in the teahouse sounded, Xuan Ji was fascinated by hearing it, when someone next to him suddenly pulled his earlobe, Xuan Ji turned around, and saw his majesty's malicious smile. Unexpectedly, he quickly covered his ears and blocked the sound. The bastard couldn't help but tell with empathy, "In the end the scholar died, and the lady remarried."
Sheng Lingyuan also tidied up the cold and desolate depths of Chiyuan, and built an elegant hut for listening to the wind in the forest of stone steles like mass graves, and then the elegant people read books with the stove in the small hut, and the inelegant ones stayed in the small hut. Eating melon seeds on the roof, after eating an acre of sunflower field, my tongue didn’t bubble, and I accidentally dropped the melon seed skin in the small furnace, and it collapsed and almost burned His Majesty’s hair. I tried to escape, but I was beaten down, held down and pulled out. The ground feathers, inserted a feather duster that humiliates the country...
And most importantly, every time Suzaku's bones are broken, someone will hold his hand tightly, accompany him in pain, suffer with him, and guard him until he wakes up again, and then rebuild the burnt hut. again.
Sheng Lingyuan also dug out Danli's "Thousand Monsters Illustrated Book" from the source of Xuanji's memory - the version that has not been burned down by Chiyuan fires again and again. Page by page, he made up the lessons he fell asleep when he was young.
With a snap of his fingers, Xuan Ji couldn't tell which was reality and which was a dream. He opened his eyes and saw a layer of beautiful frost on the bronze tripod in the depths of Biquan Mountain. When he touched another body, his hands and feet were pressed against him, and even his soul was soft.
Xiao Zheng on the other side of the crow was about to burst his throat—the crow didn't know what was wrong with it, but it suddenly fell down and turned into a specimen on the spot. Give first aid to the crow.
Xuan Ji's sanity just recovered a little, and the crow kicked his legs: "I'm alive, don't be so busy... What's wrong?"
"The excavation of the Biquanshan ancient tomb was dug out by an earthquake. At that time, the bureau suspected that the earthquake was not an ordinary crustal movement, but was caused by abnormal energy, but in the end they did not find out what the source of the abnormal energy was. The person in charge of this matter It was the former director of the aftercare department...Gong Chenggong."
Xuan Ji: "Huh?"
"Gong Chenggong has been in a strange coma before, and he is an important person involved in the Jinghuashuiyuedie case, so in the special nursing home of our bureau, we have just received news that he has disappeared."
"Don't you know that someone was lost on the hospital bed?"
"No," Xiao Zheng said, "Gong Chenggong has been in a vegetative state, and the nursing home has only put surveillance on him. No one is watching him 24 hours a day. The surveillance shows that he was still lying in bed the night before the accident in the headquarters building. , Then the person suddenly turned into a piece of wood, and the monitoring showed that the time was exactly the time when the tree in the headquarters was struck by lightning."
"What is Gong Chenggong's special ability?"
"Gong Chenggong is not a registered superpower. The reason why he joined the Alien Control Bureau is because his father was in the system when he was alive," Xiao Zheng said. "The strange thing is that his father is not a superpower either. Gong The successful father was recruited when the first Alien Control Bureau was established. He was one of the founders... that is, a member of the 'Mutual Aid Society'—isn't the Mutual Aid Society a small folk group that can hold together for warmth? What does he do— Wait, I took a video call, our people have arrived at Gong Chenggong's house... what?!"
The crow flicked its feathers and flew to the computer.
I saw that Gong Chenggong's house was a small townhouse, and he was very rich at first glance. It can be seen that these years he has borrowed money from others to make money. At this time, the building is empty and the room is gloomy.
"There is movement upstairs," the field worker at the scene said to Xiao Zheng in a low voice, "Let's go up now...the room smells of blood."
Xiao Zheng: "Be careful."
A few field workers tiptoed up to the attic and stuck the abnormal energy detector on the door. The detector didn't move at all, and the field workers exchanged glances with each other. The leader of the force department pressed one hand on the doorknob, and suddenly twisted the entire door panel. After coming down, the field staff collectively raised Mithril and rushed in—
"What... the hell?"
There was no light in the attic, the beams and walls were covered with snake-like vines, the room was empty, and there was an incense table in the middle, on which a wooden statue was enshrined.
It was a woman, but not the silent Meng Xia in Xuan Ji's impression.
She looked very bright, and looked towards the door with a half-smile. It was clearly just a wooden sculpture, but it seemed to have a spirit, which could suck people's souls in.
Several field workers watched her and stayed at the door for a while.
Xuan Ji was stunned for a moment, because she felt that the goddess looked familiar somehow, and then she realized something and turned her head suddenly.
"Well," Sheng Lingyuan sighed, "No wonder people say that I have only a three-point resemblance to my father, no wonder Mrs. Chen never looks at me... I really don't know how to choose advantages and avoid disadvantages."
The facial features of the goddess statue are about six or seven points like Sheng Lingyuan's, and the expression when she smiles is almost the same.
Although I have never seen her before, her identity is almost ready to be revealed-the princess of the monster clan who caused troubles in the court.
Sheng Lingyuan's biological mother.
At the same time, Biquan Mountain vibrated, and another piece of the mountain slid down, and the surrounding firefighting and alien control bureau helicopters quickly retreated.
On the broken helicopter, an observer put down his binoculars and said hesitantly, "I think there seems to be something on that mountain."
"That mountain has been burned into a hot pot, of course there is something! So you can't see the fire?"
"No, it's a rock protruding from the bottom, it looks like a portrait..."
The humus and plants on the entire Biquan Mountain have turned into ashes, and the sand and stones pressed on the surface have rolled down one after another, exposing the bluestone underneath—
The whole mountain is a huge goddess statue.
I don't know what kind of material the bluestone is made of, but it's not afraid of the evil fire, instead it burns more and more cleanly, only sparks are shining between the goddess' eyebrows, which happens to be the place where half of Luo Cuicui flying from Chiyuan bumped into it.
At the same time, on the various formations on the Suzaku totem, the aftermath department was busy using echo sounds to calm the emotions of the people, and the field staff next to them recovered and continued to fight the mutated plants that grew out of the pits. The mutated plants have no brains, and their attacks are regular. Although they are very strong, they were quickly figured out by the field staff.
As soon as Ping Qianru came back to her senses, she heard a cheer from the side, followed by a loud bang—the field staff uprooted the clawed mutant tree.
When a field worker saw her looking over, he took off his protective helmet and shouted at her: "Sister, we are awesome..."
The cheers around him stopped abruptly, and the smug field staff was taken aback for a moment, then turned to follow the gazes of their colleagues—
At the bottom of the deep pit, there were circles of complex sacrificial rites, surrounded by a strange and beautiful statue of a goddess, who had been buried there for thousands of years, but there was no dust at all, and she smiled meaningfully at him.