The emperor's voice was low and majestic, and the air began to be filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood. In a trance, Li Longyuan seemed to see such a person, or a dragon, standing at the crossroads of the bustling streets of the steel city, looking at all the strange things, thousands of years of painful memories flooding into his heart, and the broad and tough bones were torn from his shoulder blades. The dragon wings revealed the true form of the Dragon King and let out an angry and ferocious roar.
The boy seems to be able to take on this guy's inner world. It turns out that the real death is not the decay of his own body, but the strange change of the world.
True loneliness is the helplessness when everyone and everything is far away from you. Where does your soul go when you are in this world?
The ruthless years have washed away all traces of his existence, which is equivalent to erasing him from the world.
"Is this also your situation and mood?" The boy looked at the black emperor, knowing that the scene just now was what he saw under his guidance, and it might be a real scene.
If this guy is really the First Emperor, if he really exists for thousands of years, if he is really the Dragon King.
Then, seeing with your own eyes that the dynasty you built is disillusioned like a cloud of smoke, the world is developing at a rapid pace, but it is moving away from you step by step. The anger accumulated over thousands of years should be released one day, making the people of the world tremble!
"If you have personally experienced the long, knife-like years, you will find that all unwillingness, anger, regret, resentment and all other emotions will be submerged under the waves of time." The emperor replied calmly.
The most difficult thing is actually the eternal and long loneliness! This is also the reason why the Dragon Clan is immortal but still chooses to sleep underground.
They are powerful, lonely, weird, and arrogant. They disdain cooperation with each other, but are afraid of being alone. Weird, like a
The awkward state of "falling in love and killing each other". They don't care about the changes in the world or the dominance of mankind, they just look forward to and
Meeting "old friends" or hearing the trumpet of war. The so-called fate of abandoning one's clan is to cross the wilderness, raise the undefeated battle flag again, and return to one's hometown.
"Then what do you mean?" The boy's eyes narrowed, somewhat unclear about the emperor's purpose. Is he reminding himself to find the hidden Dragon King and kill him before awakening, or is he not having any emotions such as hostility at all?
"Don't try to erase the proof of his existence, and you will be in peace with each other." The emperor gave such a motto. The pale gold dragon on the black robe seemed to be swimming slowly, and each dragon scale had a The fine textures are so clear and touchable.
The illusion is shattered and the true nature returns. The 3e exam came to an end unknowingly, and the handsome boy's blazing golden eyes suddenly went out.
The crazy expressions of the surrounding students gradually returned to normal, and the dark red-haired girl lying on the desk slowly woke up.
Did she fall asleep during the exam? The girl didn't show any regret or annoyance. Anyway, she didn't know anything about Long Wen.
It's just that she seemed to have seen something in her dream, yes, those majestic golden pupils and a sharp curved mouth.
In his memory, the man's appearance had become blurry under the light of his golden eyes. It seems pretty good-looking.
Nono sorted out the scene in his dream, then suddenly turned his head and glanced at Li Longyuan. The handsome boy was already lying on the table, looking as if he was hopeless and lazy. The white paper was now filled with answers.
"I...fuck..." Nuonuo gritted his teeth again. It was the same as the scene in the dream. This guy really did it yesterday.
The girl slumped down on the chair as if resigned to her fate. The only person beside her who looked suspiciously
There are no more "scumbag" fellows. She deserves this exam
"First", no tie. When she stood up and twisted the A4 paper distributed before handing in the blank paper, she was surprised to find that there was an extra picture on the back of the empty paper.
This is a sketch of an eye. The huge black pupil almost covers the entire blank space of the 210mmx297mm page.
Except for the absence of upper and lower eyelids, the eye slits, pupils, and whites of the eyes are all distinct.
"I drew this? It looks a little creepy." The girl looked at the strange sketch of eyes and whispered to herself, but she just hurriedly scanned it and handed it over.
After all, it's not surprising what happens to mixed-race species after they experience psychic vision. Compared to the regular pattern she drew on A4 paper, it was more suspicious to write the answer on the ceiling or the blackboard.
Under the illumination of the light, the pupils and irises of the sketch on the paper faintly flashed with a strange luster, revealing real emotions.
Not like the human eye.
"Senior brother, let's go." Li Longyuan waved his hand, and Chu Zihang, who had regained consciousness, nodded lightly. His eyebrows were slightly frowned now, obviously he was not in a good mood after the spiritual vision.
.........In the evening, Guderian, who was wearing a pair of reading glasses in the teachers' lounge, walked in with a cup of coffee in his left hand and a snow-white document in his right hand.
"It's incredible, it's incredible, it's like a miracle!" the old man exclaimed excitedly, the pure black coffee splashing in circles and ripples in the white porcelain cup.
"Oh, is there another outstanding student homework?" Manstein, who was handling official business at his desk, raised his head and looked at his old friend in front of him.
"Look at this painting." Guderian took out a sketch from the folder and handed it over. Rather than saying it was a sketch, it was more suitable to be described as a chaotic combination of lines.
But Manstein knew his old friend, and he would not make a blind move. So the man pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and put them on carefully to look at the painting.
"Is this a dragon scale?" After observing for a long time, the bald man finally saw some information from the complicated lines.
This is just a piece of dragon scale, but it is so big that it cannot even fit on an A4 paper.
"Not only did Norma extract the answers to the recorded test questions, but the answers to the eight test papers designed by the college are all in it. Some professors even found that there were also undiscovered dragon texts hidden in it." This well-dressed old man The more he spoke, the more excited he became, so much so that his body was trembling.
Kassel Academy has been established for so many years, and the only dragon script that can be deciphered so far is the seventy-six obscure dragon scripts copied by the alchemist Nicholas Flamel.
But now they see the new dragon text appearing in students' spiritual vision homework, how can they not be surprised?
"Look at this again." Guderian pulled out another sketch. This time the picture was very clear, at least it could be seen that it was a huge pupil.
"This painting also contains many dragon texts?" Manstein picked up the painting and looked left and right, but he didn't find any strange clues.
"No, according to Norma's extraction and analysis of lines and comparison with traditional dragon inscriptions, this is just an ordinary sketch." Guderian replied.
"It's a coincidence that when these two paintings are combined together and all the lines of different shades are analyzed together, they only form a sentence of dragon text." The old man's voice became deeper and deeper.
"Which sentence?" Manstein asked.
"emperor"
