Si Yao covered his head in pain, his chest heaved violently, and he kept breathing heavily.
The perspective in his mind was scrolling and switching. One second it was a stone fortress with white doves rising and falling, and the next second it was changed to a majestic vermilion hall, with a sea of white clouds surging and rolling.
Si Yao was held by the hand and lined up in the queue for the face-to-face meeting. Behind him, Zhou Chen showed a silly smile. Not far in front of him, there was a little girl with red hair.
Si Yao, who had just arrived in the ancient eastern country, raised his head curiously and wanted to take in the surrounding environment, but he was faced with a pair of powerful and bright golden eyes above his head.
The person holding his hand was a middle-aged man wearing Hanfu made in the Tang Dynasty. There were iron-green dragon scales hanging on the neck outside the clothes, and his face was expressionless.
Seeing Si Yao looking over, he just stared at him with a pair of golden eyes without joy or sorrow, and remained silent.
It wasn't until the young Si Yao was so frightened that his scalp went numb that he returned to his normal posture.
"What's wrong?" Si Yao noticed someone poking him from behind.
"I feel that I may not be able to fulfill Mr. Li's instructions."
After a short period of getting along, Zhou Chen's temper seemed to become more cheerful.
"Why?" Si Yao turned around and asked softly.
"Because there are many people here with the surname Li."
Zhou Chen stretched out his hand and pointed at the men who were uniformly dressed in Han attire, with expressionless faces and only a pair of shining golden eyes.
They are like cold machines, making people unable to detect any warmth.
Suddenly, as if they heard them chatting, these people turned around and looked at them. Their majestic and blazing golden eyes stared closely at Si Yao, who was already frightened.
"ah!"
The young Si Yao screamed, shook off the man's hand as if he had been exposed to a hot iron, turned around and ran away.
After running a few steps, he lost his footing and fell into the sea of clouds.
"Gulu! Gulu!"
The good physical fitness of the mixed race allowed Si Yao to maintain a short-term supply of oxygen during the violent struggle underwater.
He tried to open his eyes, and as the bubbles rose in the water, he saw a series of ferocious and shocking bodies in front of him.
It is a beauty that cannot be described in words, with iron-green scales, spacious membrane wings, a curled and slender tail, and you can even see the long whiskers at the corners of its mouth swaying with the water flow.
Their bodies are entangled with each other and buried deep in the sea of clouds, like ancient messengers guarding the gates of the Kingdom of God.
Curiosity drove Si Yaoyou forward to take a closer look, but a big hand grabbed his shoulder and lifted him up.
"Who are you?" Si Yao, who was soaked all over, looked at the honest and simple middle-aged man. He seemed out of place with the other guys in Hanfu here.
"Zhou Gu." The man who saved him smiled.
"Master, master, let him play with me."
A little baby followed the man and shouted.
"Okay." Zhou Gu seemed to dote on the little guy. He pushed Si Yao in front of him and walked away carrying a long spear.
"Kid, do you know what is buried under this sea of clouds?"
Si Yao tried his best to calm down his uneasy mood, forced a smile, and asked inquiringly.
"This is where our orthodox family heads are buried. My ancestors, ancestors, ancestors, great ancestors, great ancestors are all buried here. My grandfather will also be buried here in the future, including me."
The little baby folded his arms, speaking as he should.
"No, are you kidding me?" Si Yao just thought it was funny. That kind of body with a different kind of ferocious beauty couldn't possibly be a human body.
"elder sister!"
The little doll turned its head and looked around, then suddenly made a crisp sound and jumped up and hugged the slender waist of a girl in Hanfu walking in front of her.
"You threw cigarette ashes into grandfather's teapot again today. Let's see how he will deal with you later." The girl hugged the doll and twisted his wrinkled little nose.
The voice was ethereal and clear, and Si Yao couldn't help but look at it.
However, the iron-green scales covering her face made Si Yao couldn't help but scream in horror.
"You...you...what kind of monster are you?"
The next moment, all the members of the Li family wearing Hanfu looked over. Their expressions were as cold as ever, except for the light of their golden eyes, which was cold and majestic.
It looks very similar to the relief sculpture of a snake head and human body cast in bronze in the bronze city of Kuimen in the Three Gorges.
"ha!"
"Ha ha!!!"
"Hahaha!!!!!!"
In front of Sakurai Kogu, Si Yao covered his face with his hands and let out a stern smile that was breathtaking.
"Fake, it's all fake!"
The banging sound was still echoing through the loudspeaker, and Si Yao's expression and movements gradually changed from crazy to neither happy nor sad.
At the end, Sakurai Kogure faced a pair of extremely indifferent golden eyes.
His neck was covered with fine iron-blue scales, and he smiled slowly and brilliantly at the woman.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
The powerful chimes suddenly rang in the hall where the red sun hung high, and the sea of clouds below surged violently.
The reason was that the thousand-year-old bully was writhing in pain unconsciously, as if something was about to burst out of his belly.
Tens of thousands of brightly colored carps swam into a huge whirlpool, and countless snow-white threads visible to the naked eye shot out from Ba Xia's body, and then extended to all kinds of ferocious bodies deep in the sea of clouds.
It's like feeding a cocoon with all the creatures in the sea of clouds.
No more, no less, after the chime bell rang exactly nine times, the restlessness of the sea of clouds subsided.
But the red sun hanging high outside is gradually becoming darker, the magnificent palace is crumbling, and everything is disappearing.
It's like a world heading towards the end of an era.
In the headquarters building of Li's Heavy Industry, Song Yuan, an orthodox non-staff member and Li Yongyuan's personal assistant, was wearing a black office skirt. She bowed slightly to the beautiful woman next to her in the elevator and showed a polite smile.
This beautiful woman in cheongsam is none other than the head of the Si family, Si Yun.
The other party nodded slightly and prepared to take Song Yuan to get a plan left by Li Longyuan.
The ferry arranged to pick up people in Japan was about to return, and only at this time were Song Yuan and the rest of the Zhengtong staff qualified to know Li Longyuan's next arrangements.
Since Song Yuan is a non-staff member, all actions after entering the Nibelungen need to be guarded by someone from the clan or branch.
Si Yun happened to have time, so he accompanied Song Yuan for a walk.
"Ding!"
The red light representing the ninety-ninth floor turned on, and the elevator door opened.
At Li's Heavy Industry Office, the higher the level of confidentiality, the higher the level of confidentiality. Given Song Yuan's level in the company, she would not have been able to enter the office area above the 40th floor if not for Li Longyuan's previous instructions.
Not to mention the top level of Li's Heavy Industries.
Song Yuan had already racked her brains to imagine before arriving that even if this was a luxurious office space comparable to the interior of the Pentagon in the United States, she would not be surprised.
But what she saw in front of her still shocked her.
Because there is nothing and no one here.
The space of more than 300 square meters can be seen at a glance.
Apart from the whitewashed walls, there is not even a desk, a mural, or a safe.
Let alone a plan, even if a pin falls on the ground, Song Yuan can find it through its sparkling properties in the sun.
"Si Dong, did we press the wrong button?"
Song Yuan turned around and asked.
But she found that the beautiful middle-aged woman who she had always regarded as a role model and always maintained a noble and elegant face had unprecedented panic on her face, and even her breathing began to become rapid.
It was as if something big was happening right in front of her.
But Song Yuan still doesn't know how terrible the consequences this incident will cause.