Atami is located at the end of the Yindu Peninsula. This coastal city is a famous hot spring town.
Tokugawa Ieyasu, the founder of the Edo shogunate, liked to bathe in Atami after the war, and Atami became famous for this.
There is a high black wall standing on the top of the cliff. Falling cherry blossoms fly out from the high wall and float towards the sea.
Tonight, the wind was calm on Sagami Bay, until the strong wind fell from the sky, scattering the cherry blossoms, and it seemed like heavy pink snow was falling in the garden.
The helicopter stayed in mid-air, the cabin door was opened, and a girl in a white dress jumped out, her white dress blooming like flowers in mid-air.
Akira Sakurai followed closely behind.
He was a little nervous. On the way here, he asked Mr. Makozawa what kind of person he was. Mako said that he was very similar to Mr. Makoto. After all, they were brothers.
Only then did Sakurai Akira realize that the editor Mr. Sawa who had been encouraging him was actually the elder's biological brother.
They jumped into the courtyard of this villa built on a high cliff. The hot spring pool in the courtyard was a natural bluestone trough. Masons used copper pipes to introduce hot spring water to form this warm and jade-like pool.
A tall ancient cherry tree blooms above the bubble pool.
"This cherry tree is called Hanzakura. Hanzakura blooms earlier than other cherry blossoms. Its bloom indicates that the "Sakura Tide" is sweeping across Japan." Mako walked in front and introduced Sakurai Akira.
Sakurai Akira watched the scene of cherry blossoms falling for a long time without moving his eyes away, almost greedily imprinting all this in his mind.
Sakura is the national flower of Japan. Every year in March and April, the cherry blossoms bloom sequentially from the warm south to the north. The pink cherry blossoms push towards the north, forming a line called the "Sakura Front".
The cherry blossoms are beautiful.
But Akira Sakurai has only seen it on TV.
Even though he saw cherry blossoms in many places during this trip, he still felt that he couldn't get enough of such scenes.
What a luxury it is to be able to soak in such a hot spring and watch the cherry blossoms above your head.
"By the way, remember to call me boss later." Mako turned around and asked.
"Boss?" Sakurai Akira was stunned.
"Well, that's what everyone calls it. Isn't there a saying, when you are in town, do as the Romans do?" Mako leaned over and picked up a wooden bucket, turned around and handed it to Sakurai Akira, "The water in the hot spring has been put in, look at how embarrassed you are.
You look like you, go and take a rest quickly, the boss doesn’t like rash guys.”
Sakurai Akira took the barrel and turned towards the hot spring.
After a while, he put on the men's kimono that he had prepared, stepped on wooden clogs, and led by Mako along the cherry blossom path towards the big house.
Sakurai was obviously not used to the tapping of clogs along the way. Although he was Japanese, this was the first time in his life that he had worn these clogs, including a men's kimono.
The moment the sliding door was opened, the sun rushed in, and the dust in the air danced in the beam of light.
It was more like a palace of a Warring States Daimyo than a wealthy mansion. It was dozens of meters long and wide, but the dust reflected the sunlight so brightly that Sakurai Akira couldn't see the end of the house.
The floor was a solid wood color, with white silk and paintbrushes scattered all over the floor. The pillars were painted a beautiful red, and golden irises were painted on them.
A warrior-like figure from the Warring States Period is sitting on his knees with the sun behind him. Busy servants are milling around him, dressing him up in the "Southern Barbarian Carcass" with red paint and gold flowers. This enchanting armor exudes a strong Warring States style.
It is so amazing that a huge golden crescent moon stands on the helmet.
Although he was sitting still, the noble warrior had a majestic look on his body, sitting here like a king.
The boy who was busy dressing him up was wearing a burgundy leather trench coat and a silver cross necklace. It looked like he was not very upscale, so he probably looked like a cosplayer in a street game in Akihabara.
Sakurai Akira stared at the Sengoku warrior-like figure as if facing a formidable enemy.
Wearing Nanman's body armor is a red skeleton, sitting on his knees with his craggy hands on his knees.
Looking carefully, Akira Sakurai found that this skeleton was obviously different from ordinary people. Humans only have 206 bones, while he had thousands of bones. The ribs were as dense as a comb, and there were fan-shaped bones contracted on the back, which were roughly in the shape of wings when opened.
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What makes Sakurai feel as if he is facing a formidable enemy is that the dead skeleton is still filled with awe-inspiring majesty!
That is the majesty of a king, the pinnacle of the dragon bloodline, and an existence that all hybrids must look up to!
"It's done!" The boy jumped up, clapped his hands with a smile, and turned to look at Mako and Akira Sakurai, "Ah, classmate Xiao Ming is here too? How is it? What do you think after meeting our Mr. Amaterasu?"
He looks very young and looks like a teenager who is addicted to games and can't help himself. However, Sakurai Akira doesn't dare to be disrespectful at all. Whether it is the other person's identity as "Editor Ze" or the identity of the adult's brother, he
Respect from the bottom of your heart.
And Mako was right...he really felt an adult-like aura in this person!
Akira Sakurai said respectfully: "It's beyond my reach now."
"You are still very self-aware!" The boss looked at Akira Sakurai with a smile, "How are you familiar with the ability of the Blood Mark?"
"It's still in the exploratory stage." Akira Sakurai answered honestly.
He is indeed still in the exploratory stage regarding the ability of the Blood Mark. This ability that can temporarily enhance him to a pure blood dragon is difficult to control.
Baqi has the ability to control his own bloodline, forcibly refine his own bloodline, and make his body reach the state of a pure-blooded dragon.
There is also a gap between pure blood dragons.
All pure-blood dragons can be collectively classified as "ancient species".
According to the era when dragons ruled the world, only the first-generation species, second-generation species, and third-generation species among the dragons could be called "ancient species." These dragons all had the title of king and ruled their own territory. For example, any third-generation species king
He can rule the entire Balkan Peninsula. When he is furious, he will kill ten thousand people in one night.
"In the Sheqi family, Yuan Zhisheng is considered to be a person with the emperor's blood. The emperor's blood can also be regarded as a blood source mark, and it is also a key to open a world that has been lost for too long.
That world should be familiar to you, after all, you go there every night." The boss smiled and suddenly asked, "Do you know how many bones Yuan Zhisheng has in his body?"
Sakurai Akira was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on the figure that looked like a warrior from the Warring States Period, and then he became solemn.
"You guessed it." The boss chuckled, "The emperor's bones are completely different from those of humans, and they are also very different from ordinary hybrids. Like dragons, Yuanzhi has thousands of bones, and these bones are needed when necessary.
Under certain circumstances, it can be tightly integrated into one body and enter the keel state. The body of Yuan Zhisheng in the keel state is almost at the level of a pure-blood dragon."
"You need to use Baqi to reach this level, but Huang only needs to integrate his own power to reach the pure-blood level."
"Emperor blood owners are born like this, and although you have obtained the blood source mark of your brother, your body has long been finalized. Unless you can endure the severe pain of rebirth and allow yourself to complete an 'evolution', you will never be able to
To catch up with the emperor, the incomplete version of Baqi is your limit."
Sakurai Akira listened quietly to the adults' teachings. When the boss finished speaking, he bowed his head and said, "Please, adults, guide me the way forward."
"It's easy to talk. Since my brother is ready to help you debut, then I don't mind giving you a hand." The boss said with a smile, "By the way, classmate Xiao Ming, I have heard some interesting rumors recently. I heard that you have seen another destiny.
Locus, would you mind sharing your dream with me?"
"Of course, it's my honor."
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The time is 11 o'clock in the evening.
Caesar was not in the academy, but in a penthouse suite of a hotel in Chicago.
The room was pitch dark, he didn't turn on the light, and the fluorescent light from his notebook illuminated his stern face in the darkness.
"Fenrir is dead, but not dead." - Freya.
Caesar frowned and typed: "What do you mean?"
This is the private message channel of the Hunter website. In order to avoid Norma's surveillance of the entire college, he deliberately left the college and came here.
The death of the King of Earth and Mountain has been confirmed by the academy.
Although the key cannot be confirmed, analyzing the situation at the time, everyone has to believe that the Dragon King was indeed killed.
At that time, all the mixed races in BJ felt that the spirit of speech called [Shiva Karma Dance] was affecting the entire city. The sickle and weasel broke out and the Nibelung root hole opened. Everything was a sign of the end. It was not enough to kill the Dragon King.
Change the results.
And the only young man who came out of the Nibelung alive was naturally regarded by everyone as a hero who slayed the dragon.
His name is Lu Mingfei.
Afterwards, all parties found the Nibelungen in the bj subway, which was the cave where the Dragon King once hid. It was an abandoned military train warehouse. They found some traces, but no one could open the door to that world.
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If Lu Mingfei had not killed the King of Earth and Mountain, then [Shiva Karma Dance] would have destroyed the entire city.
Freya: "The King of Earth and Mountain is indeed dead, but Fenrir is not dead. I can feel that guy is still alive in this world and having a lot of fun!"
Caesar:"?"
Freya: "Tsk, little Caesar is so stupid, I can't even understand this."
The veins on Caesar's forehead throbbed: "Do you only know how to be the Riddler?"
Since the last time Freya revealed her identity to him in a nearly public way, he has tried to communicate with her several times, but every time when it comes to key issues, this guy always talks vaguely, or says something that a normal person cannot.
If you understand.
Freya: "Hehe, it's really fun to be the Riddler!"
Caesar took a deep breath: "Tell me, what is your relationship with my mother?"
Freya: "We have a deep love for each other as sisters! Xiao Kaikai, please call me aunt! [Laughing with arms akimbo]"
"She's dead."
The pale fluorescent light illuminated Caesar's expressionless face as he mechanically tapped the keyboard.
"If you are really her sister, why didn't I see you at the funeral?"
Then there was a long silence.
If the other party's avatar hadn't been on and off, he would have doubted whether Freya ran away again.
Freya: "So what if you know, so what if you don't know? Sometimes not knowing is a kind of happiness. Enjoy your last happy time. Your mother will turn into the bright star in the sky and look at you. I can tell
All you have to do is be careful about the people around you. Stabs from those closest to you are often the most painful."
Her profile picture turned gray.
Caesar put down his notebook in silence, lying alone on the soft big bed, looking sideways at the dark sky outside the window.
Tonight is the same as that night, there are no stars in the sky and there are dense black cirrus clouds.
He felt a little cold, pulled the corners of the quilt, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
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"Lord, please let the dead rest in peace and let the light of eternity shine on their spirits!"
“Lord, your children sing your name in Zion and your supremacy in Jerusalem!”
"Lord, listen to our prayers, everyone will eventually come before you and accept judgment!"
"Lord, please show us mercy."
"Requiem Mass", Catholic music used to mourn the deceased.
This mourning chorus was played repeatedly in the loudspeaker system, and the song echoed in the huge space, as ethereal as a stray bird.
This is Milan Cathedral, Italy.
A grand and solemn funeral slowly came to an end, and the mourners dispersed. The Gothic church seemed particularly empty at this moment, with violet curtains hanging from the dome, and handfuls of white roses illuminated by candlelight.
The central altar is filled with silver candlesticks, and an exquisite hexagonal coffin is placed in the center.
The lid of the coffin is made of crystal clear crystal glass so that mourners can clearly see the face of the deceased.
Through the crystal glass, sleeping among the white roses is a woman in a white dress. She is so beautiful and so peaceful that people mistakenly think that she is taking a nap, and even dare not make a sound for fear of disturbing her tranquility.
good dream.
at this time.
There was only one boy of eleven or twelve years old left in the whole church.
He was wearing a well-fitting black suit, an exquisite white bow tie, and a crucifix hanging on his chest. He had sea blue eyes and dazzling gold hair.
The boy lay on the cover of the hexagonal coffin, looking at the woman inside, and then looked up at the dome tens of meters high.
Through the glass dome window, he could see the night sky outside the church.
There were no stars that night, the sky was covered with black cirrus clouds, and crows were calling monotonously outside the church.
Where did the star that the woman turned into go? Was it obscured by the dark clouds?
The world is so silent...
It was so quiet that he seemed to be the only one left.
But there were many people smiling and whispering, crystal wine glasses clinking against each other, silver forks tapping on the dinner plates, drunken men inviting women to dance, women's pointed heels tapping the ground...
It's like a devil's feast is taking place in the dark.
Not far away, a banquet was being held.
According to the church's custom, after the funeral is over and the mourning guests are sent away, the family members will gather together, the priest will preside over a mass, and then receive Holy Communion.
The banquet was in accordance with the etiquette, but it was too lively, noisy and joyful, like a grand celebration, which sounded so harsh to the boy's ears.
Are they celebrating the death of the woman in the coffin?
Obviously, these guys didn't want the boy to know that they were so happy, so they deliberately placed the dinner venue in the basement and carefully closed the heavy wooden door.
They think that in a place where boys don't know, they can have no scruples and have carnivalesque.
But the small black shadow invisible to ordinary people "slipped" out from the crack in the door.
It is so light and thin, like a paper-cut bat, there is no place in the world that it cannot reach.
This chapter has been completed!