Chapter 205: Life is like a dream, everything comes to nothing
Just when Old Tang diverted his attention for a moment, the boy happened to feel something about it. His penetrating black eyes met the young man's somewhat guilty and evasive gaze, and he grinned slightly, revealing an innocent and harmless little tiger tooth.
The boy didn't seem to understand the reason why these people were arguing, roaring, and even blushing. He just stood there quietly and looked at Old Tang.
"Potato chips, the target has been locked, do you want to kill it immediately?"
Mai Shutoku was lying on the rooftop of a high-rise building, with the cool breeze blowing over her pretty body. The crosshair in the sniper scope was already pointed at the boy's pale forehead, even though he smiled so harmlessly, he looked like the little brother next door.
Feeling of intimacy.
But Mai Shutoku, who has performed too many missions, knows in her heart what kind of tremendous power is hidden in that thin human body.
She seemed to be able to see countless red flames igniting along the lines on the boy's body. The boy looked up to the sky and roared. Broad bone wings stretched out from his shoulder blades, showing the ferocious dragon king's true form and soaring into the sky.
The entire city will be reduced to embers under the dark cloud storm, accompanied by flames and high temperatures.
"hold on."
A lazy voice came from the headset.
So Mai Shutoku continued to stand still, and the slender Philosopher's Stone had been pushed into the chamber of the gun by her, like the sword of Damocles hanging high.
"Since you want an explanation, I will give you an explanation."
The old man in a black suit and white hair couldn't help but chuckle, a smile that was both sarcastic and terrifying.
"Li Xuan, kill him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the old man, whose clothes were as tattered as a beggar's and holding a green bamboo, suddenly became sharp, like the cold light from an unsheathed sword.
He simply turned the green bamboo with his hand, and the bamboo joints crackled and exploded. From the top of the green bamboo, it began to explode inch by inch, gradually revealing a sword edge as thin as a cicada's wing.
Then the sword blade passed by, and the boy's head with a gentle smile on his face fell in front of Old Tang's eyes. There was a soft "snap" sound, and the body separated and fell to the ground in two parts, dripping with blood.
All this happened so suddenly, both the intruder who was suspended high in the sky by a steel cable, and Old Tang who was stunned, with his eyes split open, and even a few drops of hot blood splattered on his temples, all looked in disbelief.
.
The invaders did not believe that the twins of one of the four great monarchs could die so suddenly and so easily. Even though he lost too much "power" and "power" after turning into a human, he had not even recovered his memory.
But in the eyes of hybrids, the four monarchs have long been synonymous with nobility, power, and power. Even if they die, they should die with great vigor.
In this way, those hybrids who have been fighting against dragons will be considered worthy of their death, and their journey of slaying dragons will be considered a heroic history that can be praised and praised.
But the young man with blood splattered on his face still stood there, his expression and movements unchanged, his eyes wide open in a daze.
But the moment the boy's head fell to the ground, he thought a lot.
He thought about the reason why he felt a faint sense of crisis when he faced the green bamboo in the old beggar's hand.
He thought of this boy who had never been masked before, but stood beside him blankly, calling him "brother" softly.
He thought of a name, Li Xiong.
He thought of an allusion, "The dragon appears in front of the auxiliary hall, thinking that it is auspicious.".
Like a heavy bronze door being slowly pushed open, dusty memories gradually flooded into my mind.
"How can a dragon be killed so easily? It must be blessed with a specific alchemical weapon. Besides, he is still that noble highness."
In the long silence, the professor hanging high in the sky shouted with shock on his face, and his words were even more exciting than when he scolded Li Chengqian before.
Having studied dragons for a long time, he certainly understands how terrifying and terrifying this creature is. It is simply the most perfect creation in the hands of God.
But how could He die so casually and even absurdly?
The old professor felt that his world view had suddenly collapsed, and all the hard work and research he had spent on it had been wasted.
"This sword is named Chengying. It is taken from the image of the dragon divided into the shadow, which means the wild goose falls and forgets to return."
Li Xuan slowly raised the sword in his hand. The blade was not stained by blood. The sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, and it was almost invisible in the night.
This is also an alchemical weapon that is enough to kill the first generation species.
After listening to the brief introduction, the intruders looked at each other in silence. Li Chengqian almost cut through the mess with a sharp knife and gave them an explanation. What can they do now?
Should we go up and ask how to divide the keel crosses?
So he fell into a long silence.
"How dare you...How dare you kill him in front of me?"
It was so quiet that one could hear the drop of a needle, and someone spat out these words word by word, with a terrifying air of coldness coming out of his teeth, and he almost wanted to chew up his bones and flesh and swallow them into his stomach.
The young man slowly stretched out his fingers and wiped the remaining scarlet blood on his face.
Li Xuan turned his head and saw a hand suddenly reaching out and pinching his neck fiercely. A huge force came and pushed his whole body against the wall.
Ronald Tang's eyes were already glowing with a ferocious golden light, and the skin of his body was heating up. The king's anger seemed to be burning in his heart, and it would soon burst out of his body.
"I am going to kill you."
The young man's originally simple face began to look ferocious, and ugly red scales gradually appeared. He opened his mouth, exposed his fangs, and roared in a low voice. Hot breath was exhaled from his lungs through his throat, and it seemed that there was fire inside.
The monarch who once dominated the world finally showed his true anger and wanted to make the world tremble with his return.
There was a smile on the old man's dirty face, he didn't answer, he just tilted his head to one side.
There, stood a thin and delicate boy.
"elder brother……"
The soft call made Old Tang turn his head, and then he froze in place at a loss. The red scales that had spread wantonly faded away faster than before. He couldn't help but let go of the hand holding the old man's neck and looked up at the sky.
Those helicopters with searchlights on, the "prisoners" suspended in the air by steel cables, and the guards in black with swords.
All disappeared.
There was nothing but the dim moonlight shining down.
Li Xuan's figure disappeared, and the boy gradually turned into an illusion after shouting.
After a long time, the young man put his hand on his forehead, hit the mottled old wall hard, and laughed like crazy, until tears overflowed from his eyes.
Whoever wakes up from the big dream first will know it all my life.
Does he really know?
Not really.
Is he the down-and-out Chinese American Ronald Tang, the counselor Li Xiong who helped Gongsun Shu become emperor, or some other monster?
"Old Tang, wake up...Old Tang."
The young man who had fallen asleep at the computer desk was shaken by the shoulders and slowly woke up, revealing a simple and honest face.
The boy in Shilan school uniform looked at him and then handed him a bottle of Nutritional Express. There were many people around him shaking the mouse passionately and occasionally tapping the keyboard twice.
"Tsk, I'm really getting older as I live. I used to have no problem staying up all night, but now I want to sleep as soon as one o'clock comes."
Old Tang muttered to himself, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, took a sip of the sweet drink, and leaned back in his chair, lost in thought.
He didn't notice that Lu Mingfei's eyes also had some complicated emotions.
The two looked at each other in silence. After a while of silence, they tacitly invited each other to cut another star.
There are no worries that can't be shaken off with a game. If there are, just play another game.