The lights came on again, and the stage ended perfectly. A beautiful girl in a lace white dress walked to the front of the stage and bowed towards the audience seat, followed by thunderous applause that seemed to lift the ceiling of the auditorium.
Just now, the huge European-style crystal palace chandelier in the concert hall malfunctioned inexplicably, and the audience was suddenly plunged into darkness. Some of them stood up in a hurry to check the situation, and countless whispers resounded in the audience.
, the performance scene was in panic.
The girl who was playing Moonlight on the stage was just startled for a moment, then put her fingers on the black and white keys again, and the beautiful music flowed out again like gurgling spring water.
The audience's turbulent emotions were gradually calmed down. They sat back down and applauded from the bottom of their hearts for the girl's skillful skills and her calm demeanor.
No one noticed that outside the brown wooden door of the concert hall, a ferocious figure was slowly approaching the crowd. A pair of golden pupils were like lanterns in the dark night, emitting light full of desire.
The beast-like deep roar was perfectly hidden under the surging applause. On the intertwined sharp teeth, there was transparent saliva slowly falling along the lower jaw, drip, tap, drip...
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Shilan Middle School, main teaching building, rooftop rooftop
The bright moonlight cast a silvery glow. Two equally handsome boys sat side by side on the rooftop railing, blowing the cool breeze, and quietly looked at the distant urban street scene. The colorful neon lights flashed, and the dark shadows behind them were stretched by the moonlight.
"Why did you suddenly think of coming here?" The boy sitting on the left said, his face slightly cold.
"Do you recognize her?" The handsome boy carrying an extended black baseball bag did not reply. He just took out a photo from the pocket of his brown windbreaker and handed it to the person next to him. It was Li Yongyuan and the two who came out of the kendo gym.
Chu Zihang silently took the color photo. In the picture, a long-haired girl wearing a white woolen sweater stood in the center, affectionately holding her arm next to a middle-aged couple wearing brown couple sweaters. The background behind him was a two-story building.
In the small villa, the faces of the three people showed happy smiles at the same time, like the warm sunshine, enough to drive away the cold in winter. It was a great family portrait.
"The girl's name seems to be Zheng Xiaosi. I heard that she transferred to another school." Chu Zihang was a little stunned when he looked at the photo. He seemed to recall the way his father hugged him and his mother to take a family photo together when he was a child. The smile on his face at that time was also the same as this one.
Same as girls.
"She is dead. Her body was found in the back hill of Shilan Middle School. Our people sealed the place." The boy's voice came again, faintly heavy. He took out another photo and put it in Chu Zihang's hand.
While he was browsing with his head down, he continued talking.
"Her parents were extremely sad about this. The orthodox people had no choice but to use hypnosis to modify their memories, making them think that they had sent their daughter to study in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. But this could not be hidden for long, and could only be concealed in the future.
Faking a car accident completely erased her from the memory of her family."
"Orthodox?" Chu Zihang was obviously confused by this unfamiliar word.
The boy shrugged and took out two cans of Coca-Cola from nowhere. One was placed next to Chu Zihang, and he opened the other can and took a sip. Obviously he knew that he would have to spend some time to reveal this grand world to him.
corner of.
"If Cassel College is a mixed-race organization jointly proposed by three school directors, Lord Mayek, Viscount Charlotte and Marquis de Benin, then their predecessor is the Secret Party.
A party organization formed by the union of all the most powerful mixed-race families in Europe.
They are distinguished from each other by clan clans and clan emblems. The mixed-races born among them have the lifelong goal of maintaining and restoring the glory of the family, such as the Beowulf family of the Iron-blooded faction, the Gattuso family who owns half of Italy's wealth, and the European
The Laurent family, one of the largest syndicates.
In Japan, there are also similar mixed-race families integrated together, and they are collectively known as the Sheqi Eight Families, the emperors of the Japanese underworld.
It's a pity that in the last century, Angers, the current president of Kassel College, visited Japan. A man's folding knife was like an American soldier's warship cannon.
Both mixed races and ordinary people had to kneel down and lick the boots of the Americans in that era, accepting the humiliation of a defeated country, and were forced to establish the Japanese branch of Kassel College. There are many countries in the world that also have branches of their colleges.
departments, including China.
Of course, the strongest mixed-race families in China have chosen to form their own faction. They claim to be orthodox, and their power cannot be underestimated. Even Hilbert Jean Angers, who is known as the strongest dragon slayer in the world, cannot
I can guarantee that his folding knife will not break if he swings it here.
Therefore, all activities of the Chinese branch of Kassel College must be carried out under orthodox supervision and instructions, and their influence is relatively weak.
Oh, by the way, an organization called the Celestial Church seems to have appeared on the African continent recently, and with its hybrid strength, it seems to have caused considerable losses to the local government forces."
In one breath, the boy almost finished introducing some of the strongest hybrid organizations in the world, and also analyzed the world situation. It seemed to remind him that the power of hybrids is powerful enough to affect the structure of all countries in the world.
"You mean, mixed race?" Chu Zihang asked again, his tone trembling. After seeing the photo, his emotions were slightly out of control, but he was well restrained.
"Well, that's what you think. Strictly speaking, we are not really human beings, but we are the product of a mixture of dragon blood and human blood, just like little dragons?" The boy made a rare joke.
"Anyway, it's quite complicated to explain, so I'll try to keep it short.
In Nordic mythology, at Ragnarok, the black dragon Nidhogg bit off the roots of the World Tree. From then on, the dragons controlled the world. Human beings were driven and enslaved by them like beasts and servants, and were in dire straits.
Humans wanted to resist but suffered from weak strength, so they turned their attention to the dragon clan. They offered women to it in the name of tribute, and used their wombs to steal the power of the dragon clan's bloodline from the new generation, thereby electing new leaders.
However, due to the dragon blood in the newborn hybrids exceeding the critical blood limit (50%), the dragon claws transformed into Deadpool will tear apart their mother's belly, like evil ghosts crawling out of hell.
So people can only let them continue to reproduce from generation to generation, until the dragon blood in the babies is slowly diluted, and excellent hybrid offspring with stable blood lines are obtained. This is the record of the origin of hybrids in the history of the dragon clan, the dirty order
People are disgusting.
Pure-blood dragons have always regarded hybrids as despicable ants and fire thieves, and we are mortal enemies of each other." Li Longyuan drank the rest of the Coke in one breath and raised his handsome eyebrows. Sure enough, Coke Zero is the soul.
"I have given you answers to the two questions you asked before. I think you should be able to accept them based on your understanding. We are all monsters in this world, boy!" The boy reached out and patted Chu Zihang's shoulder, as if
I was sighing for him, but also seemed to be sighing for myself.
The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, this is never an empty saying.
"It turns out that this is what the world is like. The history of mankind is actually filled with the shadows of dragons." Chu Zihang looked at the bright moon in the sky and felt a little lost.
He thought about many situations, and it wasn't until the world truly unfolded in front of him that he realized that he was just peeking through a tube.
"So, you are an orthodox person, and that girl died at the hands of a dragon." Chu Zihang, who came back to his senses, said with certainty in his voice.
"Absolutely right!" The boy couldn't help but admire. He was indeed a mixed-race thinker. He couldn't help but clarify his thoughts and even deduce new information in an instant.
"Let's get acquainted with Li Longyuan, the orthodox successor of the Li family. It's not convenient to reveal the rest for now." The boy stretched out his hand and winked slyly.
Orthodoxy is obviously much harsher than loose mixed-race organizations like Cassel Academy. Each of their branches is concentrated in ethnic groups, and few people with foreign surnames can join. Even if they are, they are non-staff members and have a subordinate-employment relationship.
It is difficult to access core confidential elements.
Chu Zihang also extended his hand to shake it, expressing his understanding. He was very grateful that the other party could open the door to a new world for him and clear up his confusion about the source of his abnormal power for many years. Although he didn't say it on the surface,
Deep down in my heart, I actually regard him as a true friend, maybe my only friend.
"But one thing needs to be corrected. That girl did not die in the hands of a pure dragon, but in the hands of a hybrid, a hybrid with an out-of-control bloodline." The boy said, with a cold look in his eyes.
The blade.
"The kind of deadpool (Rakshasa) who has exceeded the critical blood limit?" Chu Zihang murmured in a low voice, and carefully put away the photo in his hand.
No matter how cold and indifferent he usually behaves, he can't have any impression of the cute girl who has always been active in his sight and looks like Senior Brother Chu. He even recognized this lively girl at the first sight when he got the photo.
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It is hard to imagine that a fresh life has disappeared. The girl who was supposed to usher in her gorgeous flowering season will sleep forever in the vast and quiet woods behind the school. Her eyes before she died may still reveal her love for life.
Infinite longing, ardent longing for family.
No one listens, no one knows, no one cares...
Chu Zihang's magnificent golden eyes were uncontrollably ignited again, and the anger in his eyes seemed to turn into reality. He had personally experienced the feeling of losing a loved one around him, so he was angry for the girl and her parents.
"I appreciate your anger, but you have to know that if you can't find a reasonable outlet for your anger, it will become your inner demon. Until one day it will burn you to death and then spread to the innocent people around you.
." The boy turned his head and simply stretched out his right hand to press on Chu Zihang's shoulder, and his golden eyes instantly went out.
"I understand!" Chu Zihang quickly controlled his emotions, and his blood flow, which was originally agitated, returned to normal.
"This is the tallest teaching building of Shilan Middle School. Everything around you can be seen at a glance with the extreme eyesight of a hybrid." The boy nodded with satisfaction and finally revealed the purpose of bringing him here.
"What should we do?" Perhaps it was the first time he encountered this situation. Chu Zihang had his own plan in mind, but he still wanted to ask his "seniors" who were younger than him first.
"Find him and kill him, it's that simple." The boy shrugged, as if the next step was not to kill an extremely dangerous hybrid monster, but to take a cable car to Mount Fuji in Tokyo to watch the cherry blossoms.
"Have you brought your weapons?" The boy finally checked whether the preparations for the battle were in place.
Chu Zihang nodded, climbed down the railing, picked up the silver metal box placed on the rooftop not far away, entered the password and opened it, revealing a slender Japanese sword.
Compared with the Tang Dao, which is only sharpened at the tip and has a straight body, the blade of this knife obviously has a slight curvature. The whole body is as bright as autumn water, and the rugged shimmer of the knife edge all tells its ultimate sharpness.
"The demon sword Murasame is said to have evolved from the famous Japanese sword Muramasa who killed a thousand people. After every killing, the blade would seep out rainwater to wash away the blood, hence the name. In fact, it is a good alchemy knife, with the alchemy engraved on it
The domain will cause the long knife to condense the nearby water elements during the swing, condensing gas and liquid." The boy explained its origin while admiring the long knife.
"This is the last thing my father left for me."
Chu Zihang slowly picked up the demon sword, which was famous in Japanese legends. The breeze on the rooftop inadvertently blew up the bangs on his forehead, and there was neither joy nor sadness in his eyes.