"Li Longyuan, I remember." Chu Zihang nodded, "Let's play ball together when we have time."
If anyone from Shilan Middle School heard Chu Zihang's words, they would probably turn red with excitement and bow repeatedly, shouting to learn from their senior brother.
Because this sentence means that you have been highly recognized by this almost perfect man, and may even have the opportunity to become Chu Zihang No. 2.
"Okay! This game must have a real ending." Li Longyuan's response was equally concise, but a little confusing.
Chu Zihang knew what he wanted to say. If he threw the last ball at the last second, the opponent would have no chance to turn defeat into victory.
It's just that he doesn't bother to do this, and takes action when he encounters the right opportunity, that's all.
"Okay, if you have time on the weekend, you can come to the Municipal Children's Palace Kendo Hall to see me. My name is..."
"Chu Zihang, almost everyone here knows it." The conversation was interrupted before it was finished. The young man looked in the direction of the Shilan Middle School auditorium with a slightly joking look. There was even a fan support group above.
A giant poster banner of Chu Zihang was pulled up.
Following Li Longyuan's line of sight, Chu Zihang couldn't help but feel helpless on his stiff face.
"Miaomiao, have you seen Xiaosi? She clearly told me that she would come today." The short-haired girl wearing the Shilan Middle School uniform and skirt held up a corner of the huge banner while facing Senior Brother Chu's gaze with joy.
While shaking, he asked Liu Miaomiao in front of him with some doubts.
As a member of Senior Brother Chu’s support team, Zheng Xiaosi is as dedicated as them.
Especially for this kind of rare activity where you can appreciate the beauty of your senior brother up close, even if the football game and schoolwork time conflict.
Zheng Xiaosi is also the kind of fan who can arrive on stage on time, waving the red failing report card and shouting that Senior Brother Chu is so handsome!
"Perhaps something happened at home?" Liu Miaomiao also noticed that Chu Zihang's eyes turned to this side, turned her head away slightly shyly, and murmured in a low voice.
In fact, she wanted to say that there might have been an accident on the way here, but unfortunately it sounded like there was some bad connotation in it, so she didn't say it out loud.
"Maybe." The short-haired and capable little girl waved her hands, although she didn't think Zheng Xiaosi, who came from a wealthy family, could have anything big.
If a drone happens to take off from the gate of Shilan Middle School at this time and take aerial photos of the entire playground of this private aristocratic middle school. You will find that there are countless black heads moving around and students wearing blue and white uniforms gather.
It forms a tidal wave, intertwining and surging, producing a huge sound wave that goes straight into the sky. And when a figure as small as an ant merges into the dense and noisy crowd, it is no longer traceable.
A beast put on its clothes and stepped into the human territory. The devil's power awakened here. It was the first taste of the sweetness of power and the roar of excitement. Scarlet and violence were perfectly hidden in the cage of the city.
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In the ancient palace with carved beams and painted pillars, two cups of green onion tea were placed neatly. The hot steam above the tea blurred the faces of the two people on both sides of the long root-carved tea table.
An old man and a young man were also sitting cross-legged on the gorgeous banquet, facing each other, but no one spoke.
Since Lu Yu, the tea sage of the Tang Dynasty, published the first "Tea Book", tea culture spread all over the world along the Silk Road and coastal routes. Japanese envoys to the Tang Dynasty also brought this custom drink, which was absorbed, improved and integrated by the local people.
After his own opinions, he formed the tea ceremony, one of the three Japanese cultures.
It is a pity that in China, where tea ceremony originated, only some people still retain the inheritance and exploration of tea ceremony.
Before drinking tea, you need to meditate. This is a process of exploring yourself and returning to your original nature. When the distracting thoughts in your mind fade away one by one, the only remaining thought will become clear, which is the original intention and the future.
"Have you seen that child? How do you feel?" The silver-haired old man sitting at the head of the hall, facing south, was the first to ask to break the silent atmosphere. His tone was leisurely and casual, as if he was one with the Tao.
Although the wrinkles on his face show the wind and frost of the years like the branches of an old tree, the cloudy and yellow eyes occasionally reveal a fleeting sparkle when they open and close.
It is not difficult to see that this is a very old man, but he was once a liger-like man.
The slightly rickety figure still hides unimaginable power, enough to make all voyeurs with evil intentions in the dark crawl and tremble.
The 62nd generation head of the Li family, Li Chengqian.
"Yes, I saw it. His physical strength, agility, and learning ability are far beyond ordinary people, which is completely in line with the characteristics of a mixed race." The handsome boy who had been pressing his knees to meditate slowly spoke slowly.
"And he is very handsome, even though he has a cold face." The handsome boy wearing a simple white T-shirt stretched out his hand, took the tea in front of him and blew it, then made a rare witty remark.
This sentence is also true to a certain extent. Mixed races are always better than ordinary people, no matter in every aspect.
One contact at a football game was enough for him to obtain useful information. In addition, Chu Zihang's reputation in Shilan Middle School was very famous. He hardly needed to investigate. He only needed to grab a boy at the school gate and gnash his teeth at them.
In the trembling voice, I learned the whole story of this beast.
"These are just mechanical data analyses. Whether Norma from the European Secret Party or our orthodox prime minister can easily obtain this information." The old man looked at the boy in front of him seriously, obviously not satisfied with such an answer.
As the orthodox son of the Li family and the future head of the family, he should understand the meaning of his question and give the correct answer.
Feeling, only real creatures can have feelings, is also a missing part of artificial intelligence systems.
The boy shrugged noncommittally and continued to take a sip of tea before speaking: "He should have been stimulated by some kind of stimulus before and awakened the golden eyes. The dragon bloodline is constantly transforming his body."
The boy closed his eyes and continued to report while savoring the fragrance of tea lingering on his tongue.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "But unfortunately, I did not find the shadow of Yan Ling in him, just like a ragged beggar who has the king's treasure house but no key to open it. But he
He is the kind of person whose will is as firm as iron. He should not lose his way in a short period of time due to the erosion of dragon blood in his body."
In the spacious and magnificent hall, the old man listened quietly to the boy's report. Only at the end did Gujing Wubo's expression change slightly.
"Behind the history of the world, there are often traces of dragon activities. In the eyes of pure-blood dragons, humans and hybrids are just despicable fire thieves and ants." The old man raised his sandalwood tea cup and made a sound about the fate of early humans.
Sigh.
"Sadly, many mixed-bloods have abandoned their human dignity and character and blindly pursued powerful forces in an attempt to get closer to the world of pure-blooded dragons. Once the unstable dragon-blooded bloodline exceeds the critical blood limit (50%), the mixed-race hidden in the
The dragon genes in the species will devour the human genes, and base pairings will push them to become complete dragons, which will be an abyss of despair."
The old man's vicissitudes of voice resounded throughout the ancient palace, slowly revealing the most terrifying truth hidden among the entire mixed-race race.
"Then they will eventually become pure-blooded dragons?" The boy was obviously aroused by these words.
Even though he is an orthodox son of the Li family, he cannot find out the root cause of the depravity of the mixed race in any ancient books. This is a taboo.
"No, they will only be infinitely close to the pure-blood dragons but unable to get completely close. They will accept the control of the ancient dragons and be treated as servants and slaves.
The hybrids whose minds have been eroded by the dragon's blood have completely lost the ability to use weapons, combat techniques and other intelligent creatures, and can only rely on their bloodthirsty instincts and strong bodies to act."
The old man raised his hand and drank the tea in front of him in one gulp, his eyes full of mockery for those who lost themselves in the pursuit of strength.
"I know that these depraved hybrids are called Deadpools by the secret party, ghosts by the Eight Sheqi Family, and Rakshasa by our orthodox family." The boy nodded slowly, indicating that he understood what his grandfather said.
"Volume 25 of "The Meaning of Huilin" contains: Rakshasa, these are also evil ghosts. They eat human flesh and blood, fly in the air, or walk on the ground, and their speed is terrifying. They are the most evil ghosts in the world. The meaning of their appearance
It means eating a living person." The old man spoke out the definition of Rakshasa in Sanskrit word for word.
"When extreme evil appears in the world, there will always be heroes that people look forward to appearing. They will use their swords to kill the evil spirits and restore peace to the world!" The expression on the old man's face gradually brightened, and his tone also became brighter.
More passionate.
"Has anyone ever said that you are suitable for learning Beijing accent?" The boy complained softly.
The old man smiled and said, "When I was a child, I really had the idea of singing with the theater troupe. Unfortunately, the old stubborns at home hugged my legs with tears in their eyes and stopped me, saying that actors are harming the country, Your Majesty."
"The Qing Dynasty has fallen, and times have changed. We are the out-and-out proletarian successors who grew up under the red flag." The boy suddenly sat up straight, obviously expressing his strong feelings towards the old man who was deeply poisoned by the feudal imperialism of the old society.
Condemn and carry out ideological remolding.
"Yes, times have changed. I am old, and the world will be left to you young people in the future." The old man blinked slyly, like an old fox in the mountains.
"I have elected you to the position of the orthodox true king of our Li family, and a grand ceremony will be held soon."
Wherever ethnic groups live together, leaders will be elected. Such as the principal of Kassel College, the emperor of the eight Sheqi families, or the true king of the Li family. This is a name, and it is also a deterrent. It is used by thousands of people.
It was built with the blood of countless fallen hybrids over the past hundreds of years, and it was terrifying.
"What do I need to prepare before this?" The boy raised his head slightly, not surprised.
This is his fate and his responsibility. Just like a ship drifting on the sea, it will always encounter countless rocks and storms. If you break through, you can face the magnificent sunrise the next day and see the wonderful new world.
, bad luck, just stop forever.
It is strange that the names of the ancestors were changed into the same tablets as those of the ancestors and enshrined in the Li family's ancestral hall to show the respect of future generations.
This chapter has been completed!