"Old irons, watch this, I am now live broadcasting the 'Flamingo' infestation on the hot search, it is said that this is a flamingo that escaped from a safari park, and accidentally ate some kind of mysterious abnormal energy object, There has been a mutation... The winter here is usually below minus ten degrees, but because of this big turkey, the temperature has soared to forty degrees now, look at me sweating profusely... "
"What a big turkey!" Feng Zhangzhao, who rushed over, squeaked the brakes. Amidst the sharp friction between the tires and the ground, he happened to hear the live broadcast of the onlookers who were making a small video. He raised his hand and masturbated. Sweating hot, he said irritably, "What are the vanguard doing? Why haven't the irrelevant personnel cleared up? What about the barrier?"
"The target is always moving, and the blocking barrier cannot be opened." The on-site field staff explained cautiously, and hurried forward to clear people.
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"Let's go now, Uncle Policeman, we'll..." The onlookers who took the video smiled apologetically, while dawdling desperately in place, trying to steal a few more shots. At this moment, everyone exclaimed at the same time, only Seeing that not far behind them, the gloomy sky suddenly seemed to be lit by something. From bottom to top, layers of bright red were rendered in layers, and then, a distant bird song pierced through the layers of clouds , when it landed, it was very clear, and there was an echo. For a while, all the people who heard the bird song couldn't help smiling.
Immediately afterwards, a giant bird that was as long as a large airliner flew across the southern sky. It looked like a huge red-crowned crane, covered with raging fire, scalding the surrounding air into curls, and the body of the bird under the flames glowed faintly. blu ray.
The energy detector in the field was screaming at the top of its voice, Big Bird felt it, turned his head, and turned his gaze.
Zhang Zhao felt an unreasonable shudder creeping up his back. Years of field experience made him pause for a second without thinking!
The giant bird's body was instantly frozen in mid-air, and the scene was like a special effect shot in a movie. Feng Yi's field staff rushed up well-trained at the moment the time paused, and a wave of power department picked up the special-wielding monster at the fastest speed. The dead onlookers retreated immediately, and another wave of special energy of the water system formed a large wall of water more than ten meters high behind them.
In the next moment, the frozen time accelerated.
With a sound of "boom", the giant "red-crowned crane" flapped its wings, and a huge fireball fell from the sky, like a catastrophe in ancient legends. The large wall of water supported by the field staff was like a soap bubble for fun. Before the fireball came close, it had already evaporated silently into the sky.
Zhang Zhaoduan shouted: "Withdraw!"
The field staff turned around and ran away. Immediately afterwards, the big fireball with a diameter of more than 20 meters crashed on the ground. A deep pit was hit by the fireball in the place where people were just now. The fire exploded, and smoke and sparks flew. Plants, wooden signs, cars... almost all combustibles were spared, and they were all set ablaze.
Zhang Zhao rolled out in a state of embarrassment with a bloody dead crowd under his armpit, threw off his coat, slapped off the sparks on his body, and jumped into his colleague's car.
"When will the support arrive? Boss, what kind of high-efficiency fertilizer did this flamingo eat wrong—"
Wang Ze's big face appeared in the video: "It may be a part of the fossilized body of the big monster from before, which was activated by Chi Yuan. The bird is a bit of a throwback to the ancestors."
Zhang Zhao: "What the hell is going back? I said boss, why do you choose to go abroad when the people need you most?"
Wang Ze replied honestly: "Hey, you can say it. But it doesn't matter if I'm there, because the bird may be 'Bi Fang'. Have you ever heard of a carp that can fight Bi Fang?"
Zhang Zhao was stunned for a second, and then began to scream: "Don't it feel that it has gone a little far back!"
The voice fell, and another big fireball fell.
The flames and thick smoke blinded people's eyes, and the field staff fled in a hurry in the sea of flames.
Wang Ze: "Hold on for a while, and support will arrive soon."
"Don't talk without back pain, who the hell can stand it!"
In the chaos, suddenly, a helicopter roared from far to near, and then, amidst the huge noise of the propeller turning, a whistle came out. The volume of the whistle is about the same, but it is like a very thin and sharp line, which easily penetrates all noises.
Then, the ending of the whistle turned, and a tactful minor tune came out—listen carefully, and it was "The Moon Represents My Heart", which was not out of tune at all, and was quite good.
Zhang Zhao stepped on the brake and looked up in astonishment.
This ditty was obviously not only heard by the field workers on the ground, but the atavistic Bi Fangniao, who was rampant everywhere, trembled suddenly, and was "confessed" for no reason. Before the phrase "How much I love you" was said, the big fire bird jumped up suddenly, flapping its wings in a panic, and shed a lot of hair.
But there seemed to be an invisible spider web in the air, which stuck the big bird, no matter how it flapped its wings, it just stayed in place.
Then the fires that were burning and splashing on the ground and mid-air seemed to be pulled by something, and turned into fire "threads" one after another, flying to the sky, and tied up the big bird with five flowers.
The fire on the bird's body seemed to be suppressed by something, getting smaller and smaller, and finally completely extinguished, revealing the blue bird body, which struggled desperately, but the lines formed by the flames were getting tighter and tighter.
At this time, Zhang Zhao heard a deep and gentle male voice not far away: "The wind is coming."
The field worker stuck his head out of the car window, and saw a man on the roof of his colleague's car next to him. He was wrapped in a beige cashmere coat. The black air lingers on the talisman, which is a trembling demonic energy, held in the palm of a jade-like hand, black and white are distinct, but it is inexplicably more strange.
Zhang Zhao: "Your Majesty!"
With a flick of Sheng Lingyuan's finger, the charm floated out, and the surrounding thick smoke and dust were swept up by the spell and disappeared without a trace. Only then did he calmly stand with his hands behind his back, turned his face halfway, nodded condescendingly to Zhang Zhao, and said softly, "It's all right, don't be afraid."
Zhang Zhao had a sore nose for no reason, and almost knelt down and shouted "Long live".
The thick smoke was swept away by His Majesty's spell, and the field staff on the ground could see the situation in the sky clearly. They saw a person jumping out of the approaching helicopter with a pair of fashionable hang glider on his back. Sliding into the air, he stretched out his hand towards the tied big bird from a distance, and the fire wire on the big bird's body was rolled into a bundle obediently, and fell into the palm of his hand.
The man held the fire wire and dragged the big flamingo down like a kite. As he got closer to the ground, the tens of meters long flamingo became smaller and smaller, and the blue light on his body became dimmer...
The hang glider landed extremely lightly, as if it wasn't a heavy machine, but the wings grown by the driver himself, and the dust didn't even stir up much. The man pushed the goggles over his head, whistled continuously, and the tune had changed from "The Moon Represents My Heart" to "You Are a Fire in Winter."
"Director Xuan!"
Xuan Ji hooked her fingers and dragged the kite... the atavistic Bi Fangniao from the sky.
At this time, Bi Fang had returned to the normal size of the flamingo. He was forcibly dragged to the ground, rolled a few times when he landed, and split a fork in public. After a while, he stretched his neck, coughed out a flame-colored stone, fell headfirst, and did not move.
"Dead, dead?"
"No, call the zoo and tell them to take it away." Xuanji opened her hand and put all the fire wires in her palm, then picked up the small flame-colored stone from the air, "Tsk... it's a 'heart pill'. .”
The strange blue color on the flamingo's body gradually faded, revealing the normal body of the bird. Sheng Lingyuan fell lightly from the roof of the car, and explained to the field staff unhurriedly: "During the melee in Kyushu, the Yaozu persecuted the Youyi clan, and many of the Youyi clan died in the pursuit of the same clan. The place where the upper spiritual energy gathers, and it happens to be the full moon, the eclipse of the sun and the moon. After the death of the big demon, the resentment will be difficult to dispel, and it will be condensed in the wreckage of the demon pill, which will not disperse for years. This special demon pill is called "Xin Dan" ’, it may be stimulated by Chi Yuan recently. Well...but don’t worry, this thing is indispensable at the right time and place, and it’s rare to find one in thousands of years.”
Zhang Zhao carefully looked at the fainted flamingo: "What about it, will it become a demon in the future?"
"Swallow it for a while, it will have no effect, it will not be demonized, and its intelligence will not be significantly higher than those of the same race." Xuan Ji moved his shoulders, took a cigarette from the cigarette case, and casually took the dangerous cigarette. He rolled his "Xindan" in an empty cigarette case, put it in his pocket, and said as if two to five or eight thousand yuan, "If it's true Bifang, you'd kneel down if you smelled me from eight hundred miles away, and you dare to run?"
With his pockets in his pocket, Sheng Lingyuan looked at him a few meters away with a smile and said nothing.
After the resurgence of Chiyuan, although the "administrator" Xuan Ji was there, as many ancient relics regained their spirituality, the alien control bureau that was not used to it for a while was still busy and turned on their backs. The local bureau can't deal with big monsters at the level of the ancestor Bi Fang, so they can only upload them to the headquarters layer by layer and call in the most elite field staff. The twelve field teams of the Security Bureau of the Headquarters happened to be performing missions in other places, and only Feng Yi had just returned. Coincidentally, because countries were preparing to establish official international organizations for special energy management recently, Feng Yi's boss Wang Ze went abroad for a meeting with Xiao Zheng.
Zhang Zhao was extremely stressed, he felt like an orphan without parents, helpless, when he saw his thigh, he wanted to hug him, and he kept moving towards Xuan Ji.
"Director Xuan, besides the heart elixir, is there anything else you can eat to return to your ancestors?"
"Yes," Xuan Ji nodded, "The bones of great demons, unborn celestial spirits, magic weapons enshrined by various races, and plants with spiritual energy—thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum—are all likely to be abnormal if they are eaten by things with similar bloodlines or spirituality. Change."
Zhang Zhao seemed to have seen his life of working overtime until he died, and his eyes darkened: "No way!"
Xuan Ji glanced at him amusedly: "What are you thinking about? These things were treasures of heaven and earth three thousand years ago, and they were dug and harvested long ago. Waiting for you to think about them? How many slipped through the net? It would be nice if Zhiyu gave you a lot of insight."
Zhang Zhao's heart moved: "That is to say, people can eat this kind of food?"
"Yes, don't be afraid to die," Xuan Ji said, "but this thing is too old, and the aura of life on it has long since dissipated, and it can't be traced back to what kind of skills the original owner practiced or what kind of poison he was exposed to. These treasures of heaven and earth The ingredients are unknown, it’s like a Chinese herbal medicine mixed with a lot of plants, maybe two heartbroken grass or something, it’s easy to cause accidents if you eat it blindly, and it’s better to die on the spot.”
Zhang Zhao shivered.
Sheng Lingyuan next to him said with a smile: "Although most of you have some alien blood, you are all too rare. If you really want to improve yourself, why not learn human spells."
Zhang Zhao muttered, "But I heard that most of them are lost..."
"I'm studying, and I'm just idle." Sheng Lingyuan glanced at Xuan Ji, "I will try to revise the classics and history books based on the patriarch's collection for many years, but it is inevitable that there will be omissions. Those of you who restore the ancient books, take the trouble to check it out."
Zhang Zhao heard that His Majesty expressed his willingness to guide the younger generation, his eyes lit up, and suddenly found that the Different Control Bureau had a big backer. He felt that His Majesty was not like the "famous tyrant" he imagined. Xu Buji's rhythm, his emotions and anger are invisible, he treats people with gentleness and elegance, and he can see the traces of deep upbringing in every gesture.
"Sure enough, history is all about plastic surgery." Zhang Zhao thought to himself, not noticing that Director Xuan trembled violently when Sheng Lingyuan said the word "patriarch".
"Come some people to help me take this thing off," Xuan Ji tapped the hang glider on her body with her chin, and complained to the field staff next to her in a low voice, "It's so cumbersome, it's like carrying a turtle shell."
Sheng Lingyuan looked over upon hearing the sound, and said with a smile, "Where, you look good no matter what."
"That's right," Zhang Zhaoshun flattered, "The hang glider moves, it's cool!"
I don't know why, but after hearing this flattery, Director Xuan was not only unhappy, but also had an ugly expression on his face.
Zhang Zhaopeng suddenly remembered something—no, Director Xuan, as the patriarch of Suzaku, isn't he the ancestor of the bird? What hang glider is used in the sky
He couldn't help looking behind Xuan Ji.
"What are you looking at!" Xuan Ji noticed his gaze, as if someone stepped on his tail, and his face turned green, "Wing Wing is on annual leave, can't he?"
Zhang Zhao: "... oh."
The treatment of the bird's wings is unusual, but I don't know if there are five social insurances and one housing fund.
Sheng Lingyuan let out a low laugh, and Xuan Ji's facial features twisted for a moment, as if he wanted to lose his temper, but he took a quick look at Sheng Lingyuan and didn't dare to attack. His anger had obviously rushed to his face, and before it burned through his skin, he suppressed it back alive. He was like a gas tank that dared not speak out, left the hang glider, did not speak to His Majesty, turned around and walked away, full of flammable and explosive gas.
Sheng Lingyuan not only didn't bother with him, this majesty who usually didn't bother to say anything more took the initiative to stay, and thoughtfully instructed the field staff to clean up the aftermath, and taught two spells on the spot, which was not annoying at all.
Zhang Zhao held up the recording pen to "listen" to the lecture, fearing that he would miss a word, and it was not until evening that the scene was dealt with. Zhang Zhao sent Sheng Lingyuan to the car, and couldn't help saying, "Your Majesty seems to be in a bright mood today."
"Well," Sheng Lingyuan nodded, "I have accepted a 'Bright' collection."
The "bright" collection hangs in his living room, extending from the balcony to the dining room, occupying an entire wall.
In the evening, as soon as Sheng Lingyuan came home and opened the door, a brilliant light rushed straight into his arms, illuminating the entire dark corridor—it was a pair of huge wings made of countless Suzaku feathers, hanging on the There is no need to turn on the lighting on the wall or in the living room.
Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand to cover his eyes: "It's too bright."
As soon as the words fell, those feathers dimmed obediently as if they could understand it, and the light became dim and warm, entangled with him, and Sheng Lingyuan's perennially cold porcelain-like skin warmed up. Put the shopping bags in your hand on the entrance cabinet: "Xiaoji—"
Xuan Ji appeared out of nowhere like a little ghost, and took the shopping bag from him without saying a word.
"Didn't your mother tell you to go back during the Chinese New Year? Don't be rude," Sheng Lingyuan said. "I bought some things, but I don't know the customs at this time. You can see if it suits you."
Xuan Ji, who usually talks nonsense and gets in the car, cherishes words like gold: "Oh."
Sheng Lingyuan: "Why, why are you unhappy?"
Xuan Ji: "No."
"Huh?" Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyebrows slightly.
Under his half-smile gaze, Xuan Ji had no choice but to lift the corners of their mouths up with difficulty, like a replica of a "fake smile boy", grinding his teeth, he said word by word: "No, yes, I'm, quite, happy, happy."
At the same time, the feathered wings on the wall flickered a few times like will-o'-the-wisps, then darkened.
This matter started from Xuanji's leak in the bar that day. He chased after him all the way, and he was really panicked at that time—he was not afraid of Sheng Lingyuan, anyway, since he was a child, Sheng Lingyuan had no bottom line for him. After a few days of cold war, Xuan Ji subconsciously knew that Sheng Lingyuan was not willing to do anything to him. He was mainly afraid that his majesty would be angry with him. Sheng Lingyuan had suffered from migraines for half his life. Although he didn't do anything wrong after getting back the Suzaku bloodline, he was still in good health. What if
Xuan Ji was afraid that he wouldn't get sick if he got angry, so when Sheng Lingyuan tied him up and dragged him into the illusion of Heavenly Demon, Xuan Ji cooperated quite well and didn't resist at all.
He thought that Sheng Lingyuan might want to beat him up and hurt him, but he didn't want to really hurt him, so he dragged him into the illusion. The illusion can amplify the senses. It is said that a slap on the face can make half of the head fly away. Effect. Xuan Ji is fully prepared for this, anyway, as long as Ling Yuan can vent his anger, it is a sweet burden... After all, the last time he was dragged into the illusion of the demon was very good.
... Then he learned the tricks of the devil.
Illusions can indeed amplify the senses, but not in the direction he expected.
Suzaku's wings moved against the wind, and the slightest air flow passed by, and the wing feathers could distinguish the ins and outs of the breeze. As soon as he fell into the illusion, he was forced to show his wings according to the desire of the owner of the illusion. Xuanji immediately discovered Those "listening to the wind" wings of my own are more than a hundred times sharper in the illusion of the demon, and even breathing a few feet away can make the wings tremble.
A cold hand covered his wings from behind, Xuan Ji shivered instinctively, and called out "Ling Yuan" in a hoarse voice, but before the word "Yuan" was rounded, he changed his tone into a scream, almost crying Didn't come down - Sheng Lingyuan plucked a feather from his wing.
"I heard that some winged tribes have tens of thousands of feathers..." Every time the old devil plucked out one of his feathers, he would kiss that part of the wing, doubling the torment.
"The patriarch is the king of all birds, how many wings and feathers does he have?"
The answer is 108,000 on one side, and if one falls, the other grows. It really is a very spiritual number.
Don't ask how you know.
That’s it for the time being, because I want to revise the article, so I won’t finish it first, and I will replace the full text with intensive revision in about October.
As for whether there is still Xiuwen... Well, let it happen.
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