Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Aristocratic families are the source of disasters. Maybe there are good families. When Qi surrenders, the laws follow the laws of Qi, and the system follows the Qi system. The aristocratic families do not obey the management of Qin officials. But now only the non-existent aristocratic families can make Kyushu move toward true unification. " Yan Ce laughed and said, "Do I care about fame and fortune? Of course it's for my own selfish desires."

"...It's almost possible."

"Ten percent."

"Kids are confident."

After saying this sentence, the old man fell into deep thought, he was not lame by Yan Ce's halo, but became more cautious.

"Your Highness, please go back, I will think about it again."

Yan Ce bowed slightly to salute, and retreated with Miss Lingshi, and walked to the alley.

"thanks."

Yan Ce said the two words with some difficulty.

"Put away your thanks."

Ling Shi restrained his disgusted gaze, paused, and said: "I am here to complete the work. If you have no intention of restraining your discomfort and entering the door, I will never say another word."

"This is all necessary work to return to the royal court as soon as possible."

Early spring turned warm, but snow fell all over the country, covering the streets and alleys one after another. The sky was getting late, and the night wind whizzed away the clouds, revealing sparse stars. This hellish weather made the bustling passersby speed up their pace of going home.

Ling Shi stayed at the empty street corner, hexagonal crystal snowflakes fell on the snow-white insteps, his skin was slightly reddish due to the temperature difference, he brushed his hair, and turned his head to look at the motionless Yan Ce.

"how?"

Yan Ce said seriously: "Can we be best friends?"

"Disgusting, I can't." Seeing that Yan Ce hadn't moved yet, she shook the snow on her feet and urged, "Let's go."

"..."

Chapter 440: A Dream of Huang Liang

The fragments of the dream disappeared like a fleeting inspiration.

Yan Ce leaned on the desk, trying hard to recall that weird and absurd dream, but he couldn't recall it no matter what.

It was already daylight, and inexplicable palpitations lingered in his chest, as if his heart was falling heavily.

"Have you had a nightmare?"

On the side, Miss Lingshi was sitting by the bed, with a scroll of letters on her knees, and light wooden clogs hanging on her fair feet.

"It should be... I have no impression."

Yan Ce rubbed his chin, answered uncertainly, and raised his hand to embrace Tai Ah.

"In the name of the Aether, cut off the wings of the traitor, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Tai'a raised it high, as if it was the preparation stage to start recharging.

After charging up, Zhonger's voice became high-pitched, and Yan Ce said seriously to Tai Ah: "Brother, let's shoot the anti-boundary light cannon!"

"..."

Nothing unexpected happened.

"I see."

Yan Ce nodded to himself, confirming that this world is quite normal, and he didn't even get a single gleam after half a day in Secondary School.

"It's really a dream. I thought that the infinitely charging and bursting treasure was fighting against Wang Halai."

"..."

Then, with the idea of ​​trying without spending money, Yan Ce tried various ways of contacting the seal one by one, and even chanted the liberation language of the Clow card once, and almost cut the main artery and bleed to recognize the master.

The only change is that the normal view of Yan Ce just now has changed to a patient with advanced cancer.

Miss Lingshi averted her gaze from looking at the mentally handicapped, frowned, put on her coat, and called a waiter from outside the door.

"Miss, what's the matter?"

The waiter was courteous and bowed to ask.

"Please call the worst physician in the neighborhood."

The waiter quietly glanced into the room, his expression twitching slightly: "The medical skills... are the worst? Miss, did I hear wrong just now?"

She said, "We want the worst ones, doctors who can kill people at once."

"There may be no mortal...physician nearby."

The waiter broke out in a cold sweat. This lady's request is quite special. She may not be a doctor but a poisoner.

"Hey, I'm not sick!"

Yan Ce immediately stopped chattering, although he knew that she might not make such an action, but in case, he hurried to the waiter and signaled that there is no need to seek a doctor.

Miss Lingshi kicked away the boy who had already frightened the waiter, and said, "Every patient with a brain disease says this."

"Even if I'm sick, why are you looking for someone who can cure me!"

"It's more likely that the doctor will die if the name is justified."