Rusty

Overwhelmed with despair and sadness.The big blue-black guy rushed out of Kassel's strongest barrier with his red eyes open, hovering in the air in confusion.

No one had ever seen the real Black King, but that didn't stop them from recognizing it.Nidhogg, it is far from the fierceness recorded in the records, and the flapping of its wings did not bring out a strong airflow.It is "gentle" like a third-generation species, if you ignore its momentum when it rushes out of the ground.

In fact, Nid Hogg should stand on the absolute opposite of Lu Mingfei, cold, powerful, and arrogant.But Chu Zihang found the shadow of the bad boy in this big guy, as if Lu Mingfei looked at him the moment he walked into the box that time.

"Shit! Where's the chairman? This..."

Angers didn't show up, the night watchman didn't show up, and the so-called "secret training" Lu Mingfei didn't show up either.

There is no leader, and there is no Lengtouqing to fight. The "discipline" was opened at some time, Chu Zihang turned his head, and Finger leaned beside him without smiling.

The blue-black dragon circled around aimlessly.There is no shadow of anyone in its pupils, only a dull life.

"Fuck, this is going to be over! Fingal, stop him!" The night watchman seemed to have been observing in the dark for a long time, and ran out angrily, pointing at the emperor who was making the eighth circle.

It was rare for the night watchman to put on formal clothes today, and his black suit made him look like a sesame dumpling.He hopped nonchalantly, wishing he could rush up.

"Flamel."

The dragon didn't open his mouth, but the night watchman just heard the voice he had heard countless times when he accepted the inheritance.

The night watchman wiped his face, squatted down in frustration, and called Fingel to stop.

The first eight laps are dedicated to the sky, ocean, earth and lava.Nidhogg created the four monarchs, endowed them with strength, endowed them with talents, and endowed them with sources and endowed them with life.

Ninth circle, offering sacrifices to oneself.This is the ending written by it with its own hands. It stands in the air and looks at the east.The sky is still dark, and the distance is still calm and serene.

The fifth solar period is the end of dragons and the end of hybrids.This is a farewell ceremony exclusive to Nidhogg, and it is the punishment shared by the supreme emperor on dragons and half-bloods.

The power that was raging in the blood was sucked away little by little, and the process was so gentle that Chu Zihang almost ignored it.Stepping into the realm of the emperor, he even felt in a trance that there was nothing wrong with dying like this.

"Roar!" With a dragon roar, a silver-white figure quickly appeared.It rushed in front of Nid Hogg with thunderous power.It gives people the illusion that it will bite off the opponent's neck in the next second.

All the mixed races held their breath, dreaming, looking at the big guy with an unfriendly atmosphere.

They thought they buried King Bai in Gao Tianyuan, but the current scene made them feel like a joke.

"Are you going to leave me alone again?"

"Roar!" He didn't respond to the opponent's Longwen at all, and yelled out some meaningless syllables.The dragon scales on its body stretched out sharply, its defensive posture couldn't be more obvious.

"Don't leave me, brother, don't... don't leave me alone..." The silver-white dragon forcibly entangled its neck with the Black King, and was scratched by its claws, but it just stubbornly wanted to get closer to the other party.

"Brother...Brother..."

It kept repeating these two words and murmured until the black dragon became familiar with its breath and gradually quieted down.

This picture is very strange. The white dragon is bigger than the black dragon, and it is tough to ring it into the wings. It is definitely not gentle and beautiful, and it does not feel youthful pain. It is more like a hedgehog. He didn't stop either.

"The white king's name is Igmod, judge." The night watchman squatted on the steps with Fingel, looking up at the two dragons standing opposite him, "I forgot where I saw this sentence, and I thought that Book idiot, now I find myself an idiot. This game is too big."

It took it around the tenth circle, offering sacrifices to King Bai.

We always think that history will undoubtedly repeat itself, that long-term divisions must be united, and long-term unions must be divided.We think that history is like people, there are not many choices, maybe because we live too short or are too naive, we never thought that it would force history to turn a corner and take another road.

The dragon was pushed to another extreme of evolution, ruled the world for thousands of years, and then was pushed down from the top and buried in the classics.They climbed to the top step by step, ushered in death step by step, and disappeared in the true sense, closer than ever, without leaving a trace.

"Those old men should be pretty much dead. They can't live without dragon's blood." The night watchman sat down on his buttocks, the tension he had been tense all this time was loosened, and his spirits were much weaker, "I should die too, I have lived in vain for so many years, but in the end no woman really loves me, I feel a little regretful when I think about it."

"No one has a chance to make a comeback, right? Tsk, a vicious old man like you deserves no one to love you. You actually let me keep a secret for the rest of my life." Fingel looked at his hand and sneered.

Because I couldn't learn to say goodbye well, I simply turned around so that I didn't even have time to say "goodbye".

"Stinky boy, can I blame Lao Tzu for this? If you are so unhappy, you will commit suicide at worst."

"Tch, my girl hasn't soaked enough, I haven't drunk enough wine, it's unlucky to say death." Fingel looked at the sky, the sky was already faintly pale, "I want to be the number one man in the Associated Press, I must Be positive and optimistic about life.”

The huge campus was so quiet that there was only the sound of the wind and the conversation between the two of them.It's weird, like other people suddenly lose their voices.

"The juniors at Henkel should listen to you. I asked Caesar to hand over the Gattuso family to Chu Zihang last night." The night watchman paused, "Brat, it's the end, listen up." One thing, protect them well, don't let them die in peace."

The first rays of sunlight crossed the horizon, the two huge dragons disappeared from people's sight, and the elder Flamel closed his eyes.

Isabel burst into tears without warning.She turned her head, and everyone burst into tears.The sadness that was too heavy to dissolve suddenly overflowed with tears and left the body.

"Whether it's heaven or hell, I will accompany you. This is our agreement."

Lu Mingfei, Lu Mingze.

Nidhogg, Igumude.

"We are one."

My brother.

The eight or nine-year-old child held a younger child in his arms, about five or six years old.They were cold and their eyelashes stopped trembling.

Why choose to bear the force of that despair?

"Brother, will this make it warmer?"

"No mixed race has ever thought about why the Keel Cross looks like a person who was crucified. They will only use that thing to refine the Philosopher's Stone. Stupid." The blond man stood on the tarmac with an elegant but cold voice .

"Because the balance is broken, it is doomed to die. There is only one pole left, how can it be balanced again?"

"History loves heroic deeds, but also condemns the consequences of such deeds. Facts have proved that everyone in this world is equally ignorant. However, God has also abandoned this place. Amen."

His voice didn't fluctuate at all, only the dark marks on the lapel of the high-order suit showed that he was not calm.The feeling of being part of the body is too clear, lonely and fragile.

The surrounding sounds gradually blurred, and he could only hear the beating of his own heart, where a beat was missed.

Chapter 20

The end without warning was too hasty, the superiority of the mixed race for thousands of years was instantly deprived, and it returned to the life, old age, sickness and death of ordinary people.

However, the sorrow of blood did not dissipate.The older generation, such as Angers and Henkel, fell with the end of the fifth sun period, and the young people had no time to experience the power of blood, only those caught in the middle, they experienced this loss.

The Forsaken Generation.

Mai Tokuku was curled up on the chair, holding potato chips and flipping through the yellowed book in his hand.

"Long legs, you have no fighting spirit, why are you imitating me!" Su Enxi, who was also in home clothes and huddled on the swivel chair, poked her head out from behind the screen, her eyes were clearly black.

"Process your data, the people below are going to knock you off this seat." She didn't look up, but just stared at something in her hand that she could no longer understand.

Sometimes I feel that the days when I was a mixed race were all imagined by her. Word spirit, dragon blood, spirit vision, dragon text, all her "privileges" related to dragons that are different from ordinary people have been taken back. Now she Clean as a sheet of paper.

"Isn't it just because I am a big man that I look down on this girl? Anyway, my aunt is also a Harvard graduate, so I can't do it!" Su Enxi hummed a disdainful syllable, retreated to the computer and continued to fight.

Too bad, after the dragon's blood disappeared, Jiude Mai lost the softness and agility she once had, and Su Enxi's talent for numbers also faded a lot. She needed to stay up all night to calculate the results that she could get at a glance before, and Jiude Mai couldn't achieve it no matter how hard she worked. original speed.

But they were trying their best to cover it up, as if the elusive boss would give outrageous tasks while they were in the hot spring, and then they started to circle around Lu Mingfei again.

But Lu Mingfei no longer needed these two mysterious and sneaky nurses, he was buried in the ground together with the middle school boss.

"We are an abandoned generation, deprived of love, deprived of hate, and finally forgotten, without splashing a little water."

"Long-legged, are you going to change your career to become a poet? It's really rare to see a stream of poets."

"roll!"

Manstein was wearing a black suit with pale flowers on his chest. He had a serious face, the posture of a standard mourner,

This is the only funeral in Kassel since the school was founded, and it will be the last.There are ninety photos lined up on the front wall of the college hall, including tenured professors such as King Solomon, Gruss, and Turing who should have died long ago, and Hilbert Jean Ang, the only principal of Kassel. They are all gray-haired, solemn or peaceful, and the photo of the old man Angers is actually laughing.Next came the Night Watchman, and the only photo that could be taken as a posthumous photo was actually his appearance in his prime in his thirties, lined up with Schneider's face in his twenties, which seemed out of place on the wall.On the walls on both sides are other commissioners who died due to missions. They are all young, and they seem to be full of illusions about the future.

Manstein has always hated attending funerals. Every time he attends a funeral, he has to put on a suit and sit straight on a hard, cool wooden chair. Those with whom he was connected were quietly put on the coffin.He watched these people die, and the few connections he had in this world were erased.

This time, the principal died, Schneider died, and his benefactor, his colleague, left in the early hours of the same day.However, his eyes were fixed on the photo next to Schneider.His eye sockets are not red, but staring at him for a moment, very dry.The old bastard who abandoned his mother finally won't run to him to release the father's love that has been overdue for more than 40 years, and he can rest quietly like before.

"The Last Flamel (1872-2012)"

What an ironic tombstone that no one alive knows his name.The old bastard was left with only the code name "Flamel", and the secrets in his stomach were buried with him.He was the last omniscient, and he couldn't get out of the game in the end.

Tenured professor, Manstein is the only one left.He stood in the middle of the hall, only the moonlight was hitting his back, and there was a kind of sadness of guarding the tomb.

An indistinct voice came on the wind, an old ballad, the young singer was far from home.

"I don't want anything from this world."

"I have nothing left for this world."

"I walked alone with my hometown on my back, and the thorns pierced my palm."

"The person who gave birth to me is dead, and the person who raised me is dead, and there is no one to show me the direction of the road."

"So I hit my head and bled."

Guderian sat on the stone slab in front of the unnamed tombstone, wearing pajamas and a nightcap on his head.There was no sleepiness on his face, but he still had an innocent and bright smile.He looked at his pocket watch, then drank the milk from his glass.

"Mingfei, Mingfei, are you happy when I come to see you?" Guderian patted the tombstone, as if patting Lu Mingfei's shoulder, "From now on, I will live very close to you,"

There is a small, low bungalow next to the unnamed tombstone, which looks like it can be blown away by the wind.

"I just moved here. It seems that Manstein didn't have time to prepare the house for me because it was so sudden." Guderian frowned distressedly, and tugged at the tip of his nightcap.

"I told Teacher Toyama before that people must not let people see you. How lonely it is to play with no one, right? He still refuted me at the time, but now it's all right, it's all because he stopped me. Ignore people."

"However, fortunately, I am smarter. We will start the formal class tomorrow. Today, the professor is here to say hello to you. Don't sleep in and skip class!" Guderian stood up, patted the ashes on his pants, and grinned. "I'm going to bed, good night."

The middle-aged man, who was not in good health, staggered back to his "new house" from the uneven grassy path.

Guderian still has not been rated as Kassel's tenured professor.

But this image never appeared in his dreams again.

"good night, see you tomorrow."

Chapter 21

Caesar didn't know what kind of madness he had, and let him drive a helicopter to this small place he didn't know very well when the trouble at Gattuso's house was at its peak.Fortunately, the face of Gattuso's family is big enough to prevent him from being wanted as soon as he entered the country.It was probably because the experience two years ago was too vivid and still made him nostalgic, or it was probably because the original wish had not been fulfilled.

Back then, back then was really a magical word, everything that was unspeakable and unspeakable could be simply summed up by "back then", those people and things, they were hidden behind time and gradually faded away.

Caesar felt that he was a little hypocritical, maybe he had changed too much and he couldn't adapt.It's like he came to Akihabara unconsciously, and the saliva dragon who dreamed of buying the whole Akihabara would never stand beside him laughing.

The blond man put his hands in his pockets and walked aimlessly.In fact, he doesn't like the atmosphere of this otaku sanctuary, and he doesn't really understand why virtual characters are more attractive than real ones.

Caesar thought that everyone has their own advantages, and he probably couldn't understand it in his lifetime.

Thinking of this, he would really be alone for the rest of his life, he raised the corner of his mouth in self-deprecating manner.Perhaps "Blood Sorrow" is still at work, Kamaitachi's domain no longer exists, and he is no longer omniscient.The surroundings were very noisy, he couldn't tell how many heartbeats were happening, and he couldn't hear people's conversations clearly.Things that used to be easy are now difficult.This feeling of loss should be a variant of "Blood Sorrow".

Then Caesar found himself in a bad habit of accidentally forgetting to breathe when he was alone, and only then could he hear his own heartbeat.

"Don't do that again."

Caesar was stunned, and raised his head to look at the source of the familiar voice.

Crow stood in front of a game store, seeming to be admonishing his subordinates, but his tone did not fluctuate, making it impossible to see the slightest irascibility in him.Caesar's sight may be too obvious, and the current underworld boss turned his head and saw him.Both of them were stunned for a moment, then nodded politely, and then looked away at the same time.

"Patriarch, it's time to go back." Passy reminded in a low voice behind Caesar, still docile and respectful.

Caesar turned his head and looked at the young man who also had blue eyes.

Some people walk forward on the street, while others retreat, and only this one person is left waiting for you.However, no one will accompany you to walk the way you came here again.

Zhen, Erikai, Minamoto, Minamoto, Sakura, Yasha, and countless others who died in front of him are buried here. The trip to Japan is a tragic victory piled up with life, which is too heavy.No more champagne and tulips to greet him on the abandoned tarmac, no more trouble for him to deal with drunk ladies who are frustrated in love, no more driving behind someone to help the bad boy chase girls, no one he can back to back fighting.

"I see."

He had to say goodbye to the past.

"Boss, this news shouldn't be like this, I've been there, kids..."

"Okay, now shut up your chattering mouth," Fingel interrupted the young man expressionlessly, and turned his head to face him, "If you want to lose this hard-won job, by the way, let me, the minister, not Gotta do it, put the real thing on your twitter or facebook and pack up and fuck off with me tomorrow."

"But..." The young man wanted to defend himself, his face flushed red.

What a youthful, energetic bum, Fingel thought.But that didn't stop him from standing up, looking down at the kid and interrupting him again.

"No, but, execute the order and return to your seat."

Fingel sat back on the soft chair, suddenly flustered.He sat for 10 minutes before recovering from the mouthful of blood from standing too hard.The memo alarm clock on the mobile phone rang in time, he picked up the almost empty bottle of calcium tablets and chewed one piece, planning to buy another box after work today.He gritted his teeth and quit drinking. The body of ordinary people cannot withstand the toss and toss of the past, but aging is coming day by day and never stops.

No one will gently remind him to take care of his body, he only has the alarm clock and numbness day after day.

On the stage, a girl in a white dance dress taps her toes, spins, raises her hands, and lowers her waist.Her movements were smooth and perfect, but her expression was indifferent, not as devoted as she acted at all.

The audience in the audience was stunned in silence. The young ballet dancers could be seen to be at the top level, and the tour dance actually came to this not very famous southern town.

Only Nuonuo knew clearly, she looked at the long-haired dancer, there must be a male partner who knew nothing in the dancer's hand, they danced together, and the male partner made standard movements under the almost tough guidance of the dancer, Then he awkwardly faced the dancers who were posing and didn't know how to call the curtain.

As long as she looks at Zero, she can think of that bad boy, the dragon blood disappears, but her "test writing" is still there, this is a very magical thing, isn't it?

"Old Lu, look at the good son you raised, and you found me a foreign girl! Your old Lu's family can't produce good ones. Look at that Lu... Lu... Lu, what's going on?"

"Our old Lu family is just me and your son, and it has always been a single family. Why can't our family produce good ones?!"

"Wenwen, let's get married."

The girl in the white dress was happily caught by the ring on the ring finger of her left hand. She was stunned for a moment when she saw "iloveyou" on the huge drawing board behind him, and asked, "Meng Hua, when you confessed to me after high school , who is that lowercase 'i'?"

"No one, only Xu Miaomiao and the others spelled two 'o's."

The sunshine in early summer is very good, reflecting the green mottled on the leaves.

The man was carrying two boxes in his hand, one was a relic of an old friend; the other contained his belated Christmas present, which was a set of game discs, starting from the original "Interstellar One", it was probably also a relic of the old man.

"Life has been trapped in those years. In the future, when I see him, I will say to him: 'There is so much sadness in the world. But it doesn't matter, I finally became what I most wanted to be.'"

"You're in the right place at the right time and everything is just right."

The pages were gently closed.

Her voice is very soft, high and low, like singing.

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