Starting From the Dragon Clan To Penetrate the World Chapter 386

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"I... just want to ask what junior sister likes, I'm in Japan, I will bring you some."

Chu Zihang held back for a long time, and finally turned into the most common "greeting with native products"

Xia Mi was also stunned when she heard that, she didn't feel that Chu Zihang was too old-fashioned, why didn't she just buy it back to the academy and talk about it, instead she had to ask herself.

As some "chicken soup" always says, if boys really love you, they should buy it directly for you instead of asking.

But Xia Mi didn't think so, she was just surprised now... Chu Zihang actually asked her own preferences and wanted to buy a present for herself! ?

Did this guy take the wrong medicine?

Why didn't you contact me for so many days? Why did you call me suddenly?

"So..."

Xia Mi returned to his senses and showed a playful smile at the corner of her mouth, "As long as the brother bought it, I like it... Do you think I would say that?"

Chu Zihang's face was expressionless, and his normal facial paralyzed face was restored, making Xia Mi a little bit awkward.

"Okay, okay, in fact, I don't need anything, but if brother wants to give me a gift, why don't you guess what I want now?"

Xia Mi smiled and hung up.

He then lay on the bed holding the phone and turned over, her pretty face facing the wall.

"Xia Mi, what are you doing?"

At this time, a deserted female voice rang under the bed, which made Xia Mi regain his senses, and it was zero.

Ling raised his head to look at Xia Mi's attitude, his expression could be compared with Chu Zihang's facial paralysis, but in reality he felt very strange in his heart.

Are you really what a dragon king should have?

With your back to my face, won't it be the aunt smiling at this time?

"Oh, it's just a little uncomfortable to lie down, just change the posture."

Xia Mi's tone was stiff, she almost forgot that there was someone else in the dormitory.

At this time, on the other side of the ocean, Chu Zihang looked at the hung up phone in a daze.

Brother Caesar never taught himself in this situation!

Let me guess?

How do I know what Xia Mi wants?

Think about it, this is really distressing.

Xia Mi is not like her mother, or even a normal girl.

What will he bring as a gift?

Skin care products?

But Xia Mi's skin is very good, and he is the Dragon King, so there won't be any loss, right?

cosmetic?

In all fairness, Xia Mi is indeed the most beautiful girl she has ever seen. Her pretty face, like a beautiful face carved by God himself, doesn't seem to need any other embellishments...

doll? too childish……

Xia Mi also doesn't like playing games very much, and doesn't often watch fan dramas...

Chu Zihang suddenly realized that he seemed to have been penetrated by Xia Mi's underwear, but he didn't know anything about Xia Mi.

He didn't even know the other party's preferences, and it was too difficult to guess a dragon king's true preferences.

If you can't figure it out... Seek off-site assistance.

Immediately, Chu Zihang rushed to Brother Caesar's room.

As for Brother Lu...have already gone out with Eliyi, he feels that this kind of thing can't be consulted by a foolish man.

However, Chu Zihang was not satisfied with the answer given by Caesar this time.

Caesar said casually: "Guess what you want, as long as you don't step on thunder, she won't eat you. According to my experience, don't even think about guessing this kind of girl."

He can be said to have a deep understanding, just like he has never guessed Nono, so if he wants to give a gift, he doesn't bother to ask.

Anyway, the little witch will try to tease and tease herself, in order to dominate, he often uses some creative big scenes to carry out surprise attacks.

Although...sometimes, Nono would scold himself as a very different person.

After taking the scriptures from Caesar, Chu Zihang sat in the courtyard, as if a silent warrior was meditating, he didn't know what to do.

Is it really like what Caesar brother said, according to his own random speculation, to prepare souvenirs?

At night, the icy wind blew across the sea, blowing the hair of the man on the deck.

Three men in combat uniforms stood in front of him, their golden eyes were so dazzling in the dark, but at this time they were trembling, and they did not dare to gasp.

The three of them didn't know each other before, but they all heard each other's name vaguely in the organization. They were absolute elites and monarchs of mixed races.

But that is an external name, even though they often call themselves so, and from the nature of evolution, they have indeed walked a certain distance on the road to the gods, but in front of the people in front of them, no one dares to call themselves the monarch.

Because men have caught alive...the real first-generation species.

If there were no original monarchs, there would be no evolution medicine, and there would be no people like them who used evolution medicine to achieve strength.

A few days ago, the three of them were still around the world, but today they were all called together in an emergency to meet their boss, the strongest... the half-blood monarch.

"Has the submersible been adjusted?"

The man stood in the night, wearing a black windbreaker with a different style from the past, with his chest open, and the cold night breeze was blowing his clothes. His eyes were calm and he did not even light up his golden eyes, but his majesty ruled this overwhelmingly. Piece of sea.

The golden pupils of the three men were just forced to open, and they had to fully stimulate the dragon bloodline in their bodies to barely resist the majesty of the supreme.

"It's ready."

The man named Yaslanda spoke up. He was the strongest among the others and knew how to use various instruments with precision.

"I shouldn't need to repeat the mission goal, right?"

The boss glanced at the person in front of him lightly.

"It will follow the process."

Yaslanda replied that he didn't say anything like "I have already remembered", "We will cheer", "Please rest assured, the boss."

Because he knows that what the boss wants is not that, what the boss wants is only the result, and the execution according to the process he arranged.

Their task is to dive into the deep ocean below eight kilometers, go to the depths of the Japanese Trench, and fetch something.

"Start diving."

After the boss nodded, several mixed-blood monarchs began to cooperate in putting a round deep submersible into the water, and closed them one by one after entering.

No tests were carried out because they should have prepared for these things a long time ago. Re-checking at this time can only show that they were not well prepared before, which would make the boss unhappy.

As the black tide rolled by, the traces of the deep submersible disappeared on the sea.

On the deck of this freighter, there was only the middle-aged man in the black windbreaker. He looked up at the half moon in the sky, with a faint light in his eyes.

"It's not the same as I expected, but it must be done. This is also for you."

The man muttered to himself, at the end, there was a different kind of tenderness in the words.

In the quaint courtyard, there was a loud wind, and Chu Zihang carried jealousy, and used all the knife moves he had learned one by one, including the new skills taught to him by brother Lu.

He wanted to be a self-disciplined person. During the day, Brother Lu and Eriya went out to play, Brother Caesar went to Brother Yuan to recount the old times, and he still couldn't guess Xia Mi, so let's...work it out first.

When he is immersed in swordsmanship, his mood will gradually calm down, just like he always loves to play basketball and decompress.

"Brother Caesar, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Zihang looked at Caesar who came back, stopped the moves in his hand, and said with some doubts.

At this time, Caesar came in through the side door, limped while walking, and was stopped by Chu Zihang, his expression stiff for a moment.

"It's nothing, it's just a little exchange with Brother Yuan."

Caesar gave a casual explanation, then speeded up his pace and returned to his room.

After chatting with Yuan Zhisheng in the day, he had a little bit of discussion, but the result was not ideal.

Even with Caesar's self-confidence, he was a little depressed at this time.

Why did everyone around him become so perverted?

Obviously, when he saw Yuan Zhisheng last time, the other party was only out of good physical fitness, and his speech was pretty good.

If the tactics are correct, he feels that if he cooperates with the "previous" Chu Zihang, he can suppress the original infancy and even defeat the opponent. If he is alone, if he has all the weapons in a specific field, he will also have the power to fight.

But he played with Yuan Zhisheng in a woodland of Sheqi Bajia, and it was like seeing a ghost. Yuan Zhisheng's speed could exceed the speed of sound!

The sound of his sickle weasel can't keep up. As for the vampire sickle used by Vigorous Blood, he will also take a step forward in front of extreme speed.

The result of the discussion is self-evident, Yuan Zhisheng killed himself in a few seconds, there was no reaction time at all, and he did not have the ability to reverse it when he was close to him.

Of course, the injury on his body was not caused by Yuan Zhisheng, but to avoid Yuan Zhisheng's attack, he shot when he fell, and finally fell to the ground from a very high tree... his leg fell.

Of such shameful details, he certainly wouldn't tell Chu Zihang that no matter how good the relationship is, he is a friend and an opponent after all.

Chu Zihang continued to practice the sword without questioning Caesar, but he already understood what was going on. At this time, he still had to take care of Brother Caesar's self-esteem.

It was late. Seeing that Brother Lu and Eriyi hadn't returned, they knew that the two men wouldn't be back tonight, so Hu also washed up and returned to the room to rest.

And Caesar looked at the prepared medical kit in the room, his face was even black for a moment.

He turned his head and looked outside, then closed the door, opened the medical kit, and started to deal with the injury on his leg.

It's not a big problem, it's almost all right after a nap.

After everything was done, Caesar lay on the tatami bedding, chatted with Nono for a while, and was ready to rest.

The spirit of the mixed race is strong, but except for some special times, he is also more self-disciplined and has a good work and rest.

For some reason, I have always been sleepy recently, and the time to fall asleep in bed is much faster.

Consciousness gradually blurred...

In the cathedral late at night, the priest chanted scriptures in his magnetic voice.

"Lord, please let the dead rest in peace and shine their spirits with eternal light; Lord, your children sing your name in Zion and your supremacy in Jerusalem; Lord, listen to our prayers, Everyone will finally be judged before you; Lord, please give us mercy."

The PA system repeatedly played Verdi's "Requiem Mass", and the singing of this chorus of mourning echoed in the huge space, as ethereal as a stray bird.

This grand and solemn funeral has just ended, and the mourners have dispersed. The ancient Gothic church is particularly empty, with a violet curtain hanging from the dome, and handfuls of white roses are reflected in red by candlelight.

The central altar was filled with silver candlesticks, each with six lighted white candles, like a gleam of thorns.

In the center of the thorn bush is an exquisite hexagonal coffin, whose cover is crystal clear glass, so that the mourners can clearly see the face of the deceased.

Through the crystal glass, sleeping in the white rose is a woman in a white dress, so beautiful and so peaceful, people will mistakenly think that she is taking a nap, or even dare not make a sound, for fear of disturbing her quiet and beautiful Dream.

There is only one living person left in the entire church, a thirteen or four-year-old boy, wearing a well-fitting black suit, a fine white bow tie, a crucifixion cross on his chest, seblue eyes, and dazzling golden hair.

The boy lay on the cover of the hexagonal coffin, looked at the woman inside, and looked up at the dome dozens of meters high.

Through the dome of mosaic glass, he could look into the night sky all the time.

But there are no stars tonight, black cirrus clouds are flowing fast in the sky, and crows are screaming monotonously on the top of the church.

The world is so quiet... it seems that he is the only one left.

But many people were smiling and whispering, crystal glass wine glasses collided with each other, silver forks knocked on the dinner plate, drunken men invited women to dance, women's pointed heels hit the ground... as if a devil's feast was taking place Convened in laughter.

And not far away, there is really a banquet being held.

According to the custom of the church, after the funeral is over, the family members will gather after the mourning guests are sent away, and the pastor will preside over a mass and then receive the sacrament.

The banquet was in line with etiquette, but it was too lively, noisy and jubilant, it seemed like a grand celebration.

Celebrating the woman in this coffin...death?

They didn't want the boy to know that they were so happy, so they arranged the place of the dinner party in the basement and carefully closed the heavy wooden door. Where the boys don't know, they can do whatever they want, and they can revel in wanton.

But the little black shadow that ordinary people can't see "slides" out from the crack of the door. It is so light and thin, like a paper-cut bat, there is no place in this world that it can't reach.

The black shadow flew, passing through the long corridor and the cold night, flying into the dense church, flying over the thorns of candlelight, lying on the shoulders of the boy, sending its king the whispers of the dark night.

"Children are like this, they will be sentimental, but they will always grow up."

Thousands of black shadows that only boys can perceive shuttle between the basement and the church. They fall on the boy's shoulders, densely covering the whole place. Every more black shadow makes the boy depressed. The anger is even more prosperous.

That's...Scythe Itachi!

Each sickle ferret brought back a sentence or a string of laughter, so the slightest sound at the luxurious dinner was delayed for a few seconds and then reappeared in the boy's ear. Even the heartbeat and breathing of the men and women were captured and sent.

If anyone could see these ferrets, it would be the most shocking scene-the glorious Milan Cathedral is like a bat cave at this moment, black shadows come and go like tides, some of them hover over the boy's head to form a huge Black swirl.

The boy who was obscured by the dark shadows listened quietly, and thousands of black wings stretched out beside him, just like a **** wing.

This is not a realm that a normal Scythe Weasel user can have. He transcends the rules of hybrid species. The Scythe Weasel surrenders to him, just like surrender to the monarch!

But in this world, there is indeed a power that can transcend the "rules". Under the power of boys, the sacred church has become a place of devil sacrifice...forbidden!

"Are you going to cremate her body?"

The boy heard the sound again.

"The surname of Gulweig is finally over. Let everything be reduced to ashes and cremated tomorrow."

"Caesar has been there for three days, is it okay?"

The boy in the church tilted his head slightly, Caesar? The name sounds familiar...

"Children are like this, they will be sentimental, but they will always grow up."

"I think he is still very attached to his mother. In order to communicate with that woman, he even learned sign language."

"I would feel more natural if he cried, but have you noticed his expression at the funeral? That's his mother."

"Children are sometimes so strange, even if he has unparalleled blood. Don't worry about this, every strange child will grow up."

The boy looked at his hands, do I have...unparalleled blood?

The sound coming from his ear was so sharp to him, exposing the blue veins on his forehead, and the shadows pounced on him like a tide, but they seemed to have sensed the monarch's rage and lingered outside.

It was like an invisible barrier opened beside the boy. The shadows did not dare to cross this barrier, flirting and turning, and finally gathered into a long black dragon and left through the open window.

Everything was quiet, and the boy slowly got up and walked towards the depths of the church, where something was covered by a black rainproof cloth.

Thinking back to the boy's ears the celebration of his mother's death, sharply twisted, one after another.

At this time, the music just happened to reach the second section of "Requiem Mass", "Day of Wrath"

"On the day of wrath, the world will be reduced to ashes, as David and Sibe predicted. When the day of judgment comes, the world will tremble with all strict measures."

The whole church resounded with this sing of power, fire and thunder~www.mtlnovel.com~ The heavy hammer fell on the drum, like thunder and lightning through the dark clouds, the thick male voice and the high-pitched female voice were mixed, just like It is the judgment of the doomsday, thousands of angels flying in the sky, singing the might of God, and white wings covering the sky and the earth.

This famous song is not only written to mourn the death in sorrow, but also a song of judgment!

Everything around seemed unreal, but the boy sang along inexplicably. His pronunciation was well trained, both high-pitched and vigorous, and every sound he spit out was a majestic voice!

He yanked off the black rainproof cloth...

It was a motorcycle, a fatboy low-seat special edition produced by Harley Davidson, but this Harley is much smaller than the regular version. Although every part meets Harley's quality requirements, this little guy is like a bunch of Harleys. The younger brother of the eldest brother has a seat height of only two-thirds of the normal version.

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