flying switch

The bangs of the number being canceled turned into a raging fire that heated the blood, and Zhong Rong let out a breath.

The hot blood rushed through Zhong Rong's veins for a short time, and he seemed to be awakened, and there were beams of light in his eyes that broke through the tense and gloomy hunters.He stepped on the enemy's data remains to recover his breath, and his eyes matched with [-] beside him.He felt that [-] was as excited as he was, and this little confrontation ignited their eye contact line.

"Hey!" Suddenly, the comer—the ice shooter whose eyesight disappeared out of thin air rushed up, put on the shoulders of Zhong Rong and Jiu, and pushed his head away from the line of sight of the two, "I still need my help place?"

The staring between the two was suddenly interrupted, and the atmosphere was a little delicate for a while.Zhong Rong turned his head away, pushed away the face that Frost Shooter approached in front of him, pressed the aftertaste into his heart, looked at the agitated magma, and returned to business: "Yes."

He and [-] tacitly retreated a step to both sides, and let the ice shooter stand between them - the place where Zhong Rong dropped the cold water that day, staring at the magma together.

Ice Archer guessed something, stared at the point where their gazes met in the magma, took a deep breath, and stood on the crater with both feet: "Is this so?"

Magma answered him instead of Zhong Rong.The moment he stood still and opened his mouth, the magma in front of them boiled like boiling water, and a large amount of turbid gas was released from the cracked magma bubbles.The gas gradually cleared up in a short period of time, turning into a translucent color similar to the color of cold water droplets, unlike the ones bursting out of magma, but like ice crystals in extremely cold places.The smoke diffused, and the load on the mask slowly decreased. Obviously, the smell outside was not so foul now.

Like the witch, the white mist climbed up to the three of them, enveloping them bit by bit.Zhong Rong raised his neck, and the mist gently wrapped around his neck, went around his mask and groped his eyes, the tip of his nose and the corners of his mouth.

Sensing the will of the mist, Zhong Rong obediently took a deep breath.The mist penetrated into his body densely, and he felt a coolness like a cup of iced tea in the scorching heat. He relaxed and slowly closed his eyes.

The mist lingered in his heart, and he saw a shimmering dropstone in the darkness after closing his eyes.He approached little by little, and raised his hand, but he couldn't touch the dropstone.

There is no irritability or strangeness, he looks back naturally.There was a wind blowing towards him, and one hand was outlined by the light of the dripping stone, and it stopped at a position one person away from Zhong Rong's left.

This person and Zhong Rong were still repelled by the water dripping stone, they did not move.

As if they expected that this was not the end, a pair of hands came from between them with the wind, holding the flame flower that grew out of thin air in the palm of their hand, and sent it to Shui Dishi.

The light on the water drop stone began to fluctuate.It beat like a heart, and the light on its body spread accordingly, hitting the barrier between it and the three of them, shattering it soundlessly.

The light penetrated the barrier and broke into the pupils of the three of them at once. They closed their eyes and fell from the light illusion to reality.

Zhong Rong opened his eyes stabbed by the light in weightlessness, saw the scene in front of him clearly, and was stunned for a moment.

"What are your thoughts?"

Dreamlike Library, top floor.

Moon asked in a low voice about the photo of Zuo Xun in front of her. She looked tired, and she was surrounded by relevant information about Zuo Xun during the time when she parted ways with Kong Shuwei.She read the most outrageous gossips she had ever seen in her life, read the most outrageous guesses from netizens, listened to a few interviews with Zuo Xun, and even listed all the information about Zuo Xun that she could find out during that time. Come out, she now even knows the flavor of Zuo Yu's favorite ice cream, but everything is still a mystery, and she can't make any coherent ideas.

MOON sighed heavily, fell backwards all of a sudden, fell on the back of the chair and lay in a screenshot of the report.She curled her lips resignedly, and casually swipe away the messages that she had read several times one after another.

{Exclusive interview with Zuo Xun: A speech from the founder of FlySwitch}{Double CEOs broke up? !The century break between Zuo Xuan and Kong Shuwei}{The jewel in the hands of successful people}...{Exclusive interview with Zuo Xuan: Her Silence (New Fiction Newspaper)}

Moon's fingers paused, and she slowly brought the interview back to her eyes, squinting her eyes as she looked at the title of the newspaper.

A new novel?If I remember correctly, this is Zuo Yu's public comment on it when reporters asked questions in his early years as "a garbage publication that poisons the three views of people in the new era".

What's this?Really fragrant?Not necessarily.

Moon sat up, pulled out the new novel magazine that Zuo Xun criticized that year, and put it in front of her eyes for comparison.Looking at her, she understood. First of all, the editor-in-chief has changed, and the published articles are also different. The previous style of writing, which resembles the mentally handicapped advertisements that can only be found in unscrupulous apps, is completely gone. ".

But this is also very different from Zuo Xun's own book collection style. The interview reporter's questions are basically not about flying switches, but about Zuo Xun's other hobbies. Moon held Zuo Yu's exclusive interview and frowned again and again, but still didn't understand why she did this interview.

"...I liked the last issue very much. There was an article about a person who successfully entered heaven, but it was not what she wanted. I believe a friend of mine (pause) will like this one too."

Moon brought up the periodical article mentioned by Zuo Xun again, and rummaged through it one by one.

I have to say that the stories in this issue are very interesting, basically about friendship, like the protagonists with different names trying to pursue their dreams, from a happy tone to a sad one. MOON sank in after reading these articles, but she couldn't help recalling the encounters with [-], Wuzhong and Alai and the journey along the way.

This is indeed a periodical suitable for sharing among friends.

MOON casually shared this issue in the group, and then continued to read, as if reading a long serial. After the protagonists with different names but strong ties advanced step by step to their destination, she smiled and turned the page easily.It's been a long time since I've seen such a cool group portrait. As she thought about it, her smile froze instantly.

Just after the protagonist pushed open the door of the destination, the story took a sharp turn.

Tears in the main corner opened the prelude to the tragedy.She realized her dream and set foot on the land of "paradise". She walked into the platinum hall in the beautiful scenery as imagined, and saw a row of king's seats, but suddenly found that she was alone.

Her friend left her at some point.

A sharp arrow inlaid with white tail feathers pierced her and nailed her to the center of the palace, one step away from the throne.Her white clothes were dyed golden with blood, and her wings did not have a chance to spread, just curled up in the feather arrows.Several thrones were right in front of her eyes, and she stared at them, keeping her fingers half an inch away from them forever.

As time passed, she agonized in immortality, shedding golden tears of blood.

"!"

Zhong Rong heard the ice shooter gasp, raised his hand to cover his mouth to signal him to be quiet, and observed the surroundings vigilantly.

The dirty soil swallowed countless white feathers covering it, surrounded by roofless ruins, allowing only a ray of sunlight to fall.This ray of sunlight pierced through the stale air and nailed it to a golden sculpture in front of it, and a light golden light enveloped it from above its head.It closed its eyes and stood there calmly, even though its body was full of feather arrows, its wings drooped at strange angles and fell into the dirty mud.

Like a painting that violates harmony, it seems a bit out of place in this scene.

Zhong Rong was almost certain that this was the location of the new treasure.He looked at [-], and [-] nodded to him.He took out the knuckles, and walked slowly forward with [-], approaching the sculpture.The ice shooter stared at their backs, pursing his lips tightly.

The dirty mud was soft and difficult to walk, Zhong Rong had to divert part of his attention to his feet.However, the more he paid attention to his feet, the dirtier the dirt became.The feathers whose outlines could be vaguely seen had been completely devoured, and every time he took a step, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, like a hard stem of feathers passing through the soft inner chamber.

While enduring the pain, his toes touched the edge of the sun with [-].

This beam of sunlight suddenly expanded, swallowing Zhong Rong and Jiu together in an instant.Zhong Rong clenched the sharp blade reflexively, but only touched his own palm.He opened his hand in horror, there was nothing there, and the sharp blade disappeared without knowing when. [-] Like him, the weapon disappeared but was not injured.Zhong Rong heaved a sigh of relief, then thought of the Frost Shooter, and hurriedly looked back.

Frost Archer looked back a few seconds before he turned back. Zhong Rong and Jiu were still walking towards the statue slowly, and there was no abnormality, so they continued their work, with their backs turned to them now, and their attention was all on them behind his front.

It's all right, but he can't see them.Zhong Rong sighed in his heart, reached out and grabbed [-]'s wrist, walked in front of him, raised his eyes to look at the statue that became more dazzling as he got closer.

In the silent silence, Zhong Rong vaguely heard the elongated singing, which surrounded the statue's body, cold and sad.

The wind was blowing, and Zhong Rong could smell the stench penetrating through the dirty mud.He raised his head, and the statue that was close at hand seemed to wake up, and a burst of life emerged from its heart.

The pitch of the singing rose, and the statue trembled slightly with the change of pitch.First a small, inconspicuous crack, then another, and another.They are connected and gradually cover the entire statue.

Zhong Rong smelled the fragrance that became clearer and clearer, and he felt the ease of the soles of his feet. The moment his eyes glanced down, all the feathers in the soil broke free from the dirty mud and flew into the air, wrapping around the statue in Zhong Rong's pupils. Every crack in it tightly isolates it from the outside world.

The chanting reached its climax, the tremor of the statue reached its limit, the soft feathers were powerless to save, pierced and exploded by the sharp treble, and shot towards Zhong Rong like a feathered arrow.

He stepped sideways to completely block [-], and closed his eyes reflexively.

"Everything is quiet, her wings are all solidified, she is trapped in this cage, looking to those who come, seeking eternal peace." MOON read, seeing the accompanying picture.

A lone woman stands on the dirty dirt, but is dressed in white, with a pair of huge wings behind her.Gold enveloped her, and the feathers on her wings were scattered and froze in the air.

She looks at the reader, her eyes shaded by a feather of pure gold.

"She asks whoever comes to find her, to walk the way she came, to find her lost wings," Moon continued, "a mud feather from hell, a bird feather from the world, and a snow feather from heaven, three feathers With the Netherwood, this arrow will save me."

The chants were no more.

The woman wrapped in white stood among the feathers, staring fixedly at the two people in the light.Layers of pure white feathers and golden afterimages frozen in the air overlapped in her eyes, like a piece of golden feathers, firmly suppressing the pain and sorrow.This strong emotion had nowhere to vent, and finally condensed into a drop of golden tears, dripping from the woman's right eye.

"This is my request," she said.

Zhong Rong was robbed of his voice, unable to move or speak, and could only watch the golden tears falling from the statue turned into a woman into the dirty mud.

"'If you will help me, I will give you something that will be your first beginning, and your final key,' she said. 'Find me, please save me.'"

At the end of the article, MOON saw the author's name—if.She frowned, wondering where she had heard the name before.

She put aside the journal, turned her head and burrowed into the information pages she had sorted out, entered the keyword "If Zuoxuan", searched one by one, and finally her eyes lit up.

found it.

"If you can help me, I will give you an item. It is your original gem, it is your drop of yesterday, it is your future turnaround. Please find me, please save me."

The woman stretched out her hand to Zhong Rong, and her fingertips wrapped in golden liquid touched the film between them, and she heard Zhong Rong's inner question: "Who am I?"

She raised her eyes: "I am Zhu Guo, find me."

"find me!"

MOON was startled by the voice of the news update in the group, she calmed her heart, opened the group, and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

[-]: @MOON helps to check the fruit.

No Bell: She may have something to do with the treasure.

Moon squinted his eyes and approached the gossip that he rolled his eyes and threw into the news organization page, and smiled after a long absence, and expanded the group chat leisurely: "Fortunately, the work is not in vain..."

MOON: Link {The real identity of Ruo Ruo, the founder of Feishuo!To test the literary world?What is she saying by this? }

MOON: Not possible.

MOON: There is a big clue to the treasure.