When the fiery thing fell from the sky, it roared like the roar of a giant dragon.
The roar shook the temple, making the earth tremble, the walls buzzing, the air almost solidified, and the collision with each other was like the friction of boulders, giving off a scorching iron smell.
"what!"
Paganini raised his head and narrowed his eyes, as if trying to identify something that was about to fall from the sky.
The darkness around him boiled, layers of movements emerged one after another, and strange melodies overlapped together. They were messy, sharp, and harsh, but they had a strange rhythm and sense of wholeness.
It's like a monster in the dark showing only a few claws. While it's thrilling, it's hard to tell the full picture.
"Hahahahaha!!!"
The wolf flute danced and pointed at Paganini, who shouted excitedly: "Suffer death, you devil! You're finished now!"
Paganini's face was gloomy, and darkness roared around him.
Then, the thing falling from the sky approached.
From a long distance away, I could feel the sharp aura that appeared in an instant, which was frightening.
It tears everything apart, cuts through the sky, shakes the storm and thunder, rushes forward, rushes, and rushes again! Then... a beautiful arc was drawn in everyone's dull eyes, rubbing the edge of the city and falling into the distance.
boom!
There was a roar in the distance, and there was no more sound, leaving only dead silence.
Missed
It was fucking smashed! Off! Got it!
Wolf Flute's smile solidified.
A long moment of silence.
Paganini lowered his head and looked at the dull two people with a mocking and gloomy smile: "Your savior seems to have gone the wrong way. And, what did you just call me?"
"me… "
Langdi scratched his head and laughed awkwardly: "What did I just say? Maybe you heard it wrong, I didn't say anything~ As the saying goes, when is the time to retaliate? Mr. Paganini, you look respectable. You are so merciful, why don't you be compassionate and let us go? We will definitely tie a knot of grass and act like oxen and horses to repay your kindness. In the future, it will not be spread out for a good story, what do you think?"
“…”
Ye Qingxuan spat out a mouthful of old blood and was about to cry without tears: "Is this the helper you called me? Damn, brother, where is your backbone! Is it really okay to kneel down so quickly?"
Paganini laughed, looking at the wolf whistle with an expression of satisfaction.
"Well said."
He raised his hand and suddenly pressed it down, and darkness swept over him:
"—Too bad, this is meaningless!"
That moment.
bright.
…
…
Hundreds of miles away, on the vast wasteland, the cold moon illuminated the huge depression in the ground.
Amidst the rubble, in a shocking large pit, the soil turned over and a hand stretched out.
"My... old bones..."
The hoarse voice sighed helplessly. A hand was dug out of the soil, but the remaining part was not seen. All that was seen was the palm full of wrinkles and age spots picking at the big pit, constantly pulling out its broken body. .
Finally, a piece of soil was pushed aside, revealing half a burnt face. The burnt face slowly recovered and grew, staring at the moonlight and sighing:
"Business trips are really hard to take. If I had known it... I would have stayed in the underground palace peacefully... Look at the gate... It's even harder to hear the truth from the principal's mouth than that group of natural disasters..."
He shivered and put his broken body back together. Finally, he was completely restored. His body was randomly wrapped with a layer of rags, and a piece of broken stone was embedded in his head. He looked extremely miserable, like a man who had just emerged from his own grave. The living dead who broke out of the tomb.
It was Dominic.
"You're so old."
He bent over and rummaged around on the ground, coughed violently, and said to himself: "I almost sent the goods to the wrong place. When I saw a familiar face, I almost overturned the car when I saw a familiar face. But, after so many years, Pagani Why does Ni’s face still look so like a shemale? I don’t even know, tsk…”
In the midst of his thoughts, he finally dug out a big hole from the depression and used all his strength to drag out the things in the hole. The slender iron box hit the ground with a loud clang.
In the box, something angry seemed to be struggling and buzzing.
"Fortunately, this box is of good quality."
Dominic checked the box and breathed a sigh of relief: "If this thing breaks, I'm afraid I will really be thrown into the boiler by the principal to boil bath water for Her Majesty the Queen."
As he spoke, he picked up a stone from the ground and slammed it down, causing the lock to crack.
The iron box shook suddenly and was pushed open from the inside.
Brilliant light soared into the sky, like a meteor flying retrogradely into the sky.
At that moment, a flash of light illuminated his decayed face.
"Open the door, the express has arrived!"
He grinned and showed a strange smile:
"Who will sign for it?"
…
…
The light flashes and disappears silently.
Paganini's laughter stopped abruptly.
It wasn't until a few seconds later that the roar erupted belatedly, and the terrifying speed above the air caused crazy wind pressure. The wind pressure was like substance, sweeping in all directions and tearing apart sad cracks on the stone slabs.
The door of the main hall was cracked and shattered, and the barrier of the Clothes of Original Sin was completely torn apart and disintegrated piece by piece.
There was a thud and something fell to the ground.
That's a hand...
Paganini lowered his head in astonishment, looked at his bare wrist, and looked blankly ahead at the thing stuck diagonally on the floor: his palm was cut off by something unexpected.
Now, that thing is inserted diagonally on the floor between the two sides, silent and motionless, as if it has taken root on the ground.
Ye Qingxuan looked at it blankly, only hearing his own heavy breathing.
He stepped forward, unable to help himself.
In his body, the blood that had been extremely quiet since being stained by the moonlight was now boiling, screaming, and an indescribable impulse emerged.
He looked at the familiar object, recognized its origin, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"How could you be...here?"
He murmured softly, and there seemed to be some kind of hallucinatory voice coming to his ears, as if it was talking to himself.
"Pull me out!"
"Pull me out!"
"Come and pull me out!"
In the silence, Wolf Flute laughed, laughed, and rolled on the ground laughing.
Before setting off, in the principal's office, Langdi took the ordinary-looking whistle from the principal's hand and was silent for a long time.
"Mr. Principal, if you give me this thing, will it really be useful?"
"Will do."
Maxwell smiled slightly: "You know, he doesn't only have the blood of heaven and humans, but also half of it comes from Lancelot, especially... her mother, who has a special status."
"What's the meaning?"
"The Lancelot family has been the backbone of the kingdom since ancient times, and its loyalty to the royal family has never wavered. And the royal family has never hesitated to reward and win over this loyalty, such as the simplest...marriage."
Maxwell's smile became mysterious: "Few people know that his mother's mother—his maternal grandmother—is the sister of the previous Anglo-Emperor. Do you know what this means, Wolf Flute? He has one-eighth of Royal blood. In other words, he was born with the right to inherit the thirty-seventh rank of Angelus! Because of this, he is qualified to become a representative of the Royal School. It is also because of this that he will be recognized for his role in Ava. Longzhong's achievements have been recognized and selected by 'it'. He has the qualifications to control its power."
…
At that moment, a flash of realization flashed in Paganini's eyes, and he finally recognized the ghost that had only appeared in legends and fairy tales.
"stop!"
He roared angrily, stretched out his hand suddenly, stretched out the broken palm from the crack, pressed it down, and intertwined a crazy melody. In an instant, he would completely crush the young man into mud and burn him to ashes.
But at that moment, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, tightened his grip, and exerted force.
From the ground, I pulled out the dusty, inconspicuous handful, covered with patina and chips...
-Sword in the Stone!