lazy cat hits cute

The third floor of No.70 in Ronghai Building.

Outsiders have many speculations about the third floor of the mysterious Ronghai Building No.70. They say that there are peerless Taoist scriptures inside, and that there are ancient historical books piled up everywhere. Research.

In fact, the third floor of No.70 is very empty.

Very clean.

Beisheng fell asleep, woke up feeling uncomfortable, scratched his head, took off the blindfold, and the dense silk threads in the nothingness immediately occupied his entire field of vision.

Those silk threads are invisible and intangible. Only a very small number of extremely high-level monks have the ability to glimpse these silk threads, and can even move them from cause to effect along them, or move them slightly, or even cut them off.

Bei Sheng was born to see this, but he didn't like it.

As soon as you open your eyes, there are all kinds of silk threads, and the background is cut into fragments.Since he was sensible, he learned to close his eyes and pretend to be blind.

Just close your eyes and you can't see it. The only trouble is when you are reading.

Now, these threads in nothingness are trembling crazily, like a carp accidentally jumping out of a lake, bouncing wildly on the shore, flying broken beads, jumping from here to there, it seems that it will be collapsed in the next moment.

I just fell asleep.He thought, stretched out his hand to touch a silk thread, closed his eyes, the gray pupils slowly overflowed with black, pure black, and could not be seen in the darkness.He let go of it tactfully, and stroked the other one, which was exactly the same.

He touched three sticks in a row, but they were all the same.

boring.He sat down, re-tied the blindfold, and skillfully arranged many small wooden blocks with both hands, and casually changed the position of the small wooden blocks according to what he saw, moving one piece to the left and one piece to the right.

Everyone who is proficient in the art of deduction has his own method, and Beisheng is probably the most unique one. His derivation tools are too similar to mahjong tiles.

But it's easy to use, concise, and doesn't need to burn any weird things.

Soon, he got the result.Somewhat unexpectedly, he sat for a while, wondering where the book was, and when he remembered it, he slowly got up to get it.

Ming Huang was forced to keep retreating.

Once the space blockade is completed, the boundary cannot be broken through, at least not at his level.The recovery speed of the formation was getting faster and faster, and soon completed the second layer of space blockade.

Like a wall that keeps building up, layer by layer, hope is crushed and crushed, and the eyes of young people are full of despair.

The dark clouds in the sky were thick, low as if they were connected to the ground, and there was a glaring blue-white light shining in them, silently and vigorously rushing towards Wanxinyuan, brewing a terrifying sea of ​​thunder.

The five-level space blockade was fully activated, and the dark clouds covered the entire Longmo Plain. It was very low, really low, and Ming Huang only needed to fly at full strength for half a quarter of an hour to reach the bottom of the dark clouds.

It's over.Despair surged up uncontrollably from all, and what's more, they burst into tears.Ming Huang's whole body was cold, and he pinched the back of his hand over and over again to tell himself to calm down!He is the crown prince destined for heaven, and he will never die before the time comes!

He remembered what Zhang Qingyang had worn for him before he left. What was it?Xeon's defensive magic weapon?He touched the ring of nothingness, but couldn't see it, so he couldn't help feeling suspicious, and tried to inject spiritual power, but there was no response.

calm!Ming Huang suppressed his restless emotions, tried again and again, divine consciousness, dragon energy, national luck... still no response at all!No!He was so anxious that he was about to cry, his nose was sore, was it really meaningless for him to give this?He is indeed crazy!

Angrily, he wanted to take off the ring of emptiness, but suddenly found that the ring of emptiness tightly strangled his fingers, and he couldn't take it off even with all his strength.His heart trembled suddenly, didn't wearing the ring mean admiration for him?

His face flushed instantly, he was ashamed and annoyed, this guy is so bold!How dare...how could...what does he mean?The final confession before death?

He turned his head to look at the black hole, where there was no sound.

The dark clouds in the sky were also silent.

As if waiting for something.

The crying of the crowd gradually subsided, replaced by doubts and panic.

"What's going on? It stopped?" Instead of the long suffering of not knowing when it will come, everyone would rather choose to be destroyed instantly.

"It should be waiting for something from the black hole to come out."

"What would come out of a black hole?"

There was a long silence.

Even the doubts and anxiety are gone, no matter how much discussion there is, it is useless.Most calmed down and waited for the destruction to come, while a few remained in a crashing madness.

He Zhisheng came over: "His Royal Highness."

Ming Huang was at a loss: "Huh?"

"I still hope that Chong Ling and Hong Ling can coexist for a long time." He Zhisheng looked directly at Ming Huang, "Chong Ling knows that the royal family has a profound background and a long history, but that is a thing of the past. Fighting with Chong Ling is both you and me." No good."

Ming Huang was silent.

There was a strange muffled noise in the black hole, and the dark clouds of Wanxinyuan pressed even lower.Someone shouted excitedly: "It's coming out, it's coming out!"

Wind blows.

The wind of void blown by the black hole rises straight up, and everything it touches will be annihilated, including dark clouds, long-simmering thunder, the fifth layer of space blockade, the fourth layer... blowing away layer by layer, The dark sky pierced a hole, and the sun shone down, and the fate of assimilation was still inevitable after falling into the black hole.

The holy light that the giant formation converged became stronger again, the big hole blocked by the space was quickly filled, and the dark cloud cover lowered and lowered.

The wind picked up again, and the wind was even stronger, as if slowly opening a big umbrella, and the fifth floor space blockade completely disappeared.A huge bone claw protruded from the black hole, submerged into the clouds, and the dark cloud shrank sharply from the surroundings to the center, like a jewel in the heart of the bone claw, and in an instant, the hot sunlight sprinkled on the earth again.

The giant formation was running again, trying to summon the dark clouds, but the bone claws would not give it another chance. With a light throw, the dark cloud ball was thrown at the giant formation, and the thunder fire gushed out and spread to the distance. The giant formation seemed to be whining. With a sound, the holy light was extinguished, and the mighty spiritual wind blew the earth's sand and dust wildly, like a falling cloud. This powerful spiritual wind mixed with sand and dust.

The other bone claw slapped the ground, pressing a deep imprint, and the two claws exerted strength, and the dead climbed up from the depths of the black hole.

Never seen such a huge skeleton.

No huge skeleton has ever moved.

Everyone was stunned, watching the huge skeleton of the deceased emerge from the black hole little by little, and it took half a quarter of an hour for its neck to come out completely.

Then there is its body, the wings come out with more effort, the deceased struggled a bit, trying to fold the wings, shrink the ribs, and barely got out.

Finally someone regained some sense and said in a trembling voice, "Oh my God."

There is no longer any suitable adjective to describe it.

"This guy has grown so big."

"It's a star devourer, of course it grows bigger."

"The Star Eater?"

"It feeds on aging or dead stars. When aging stars die, they will affect other stars, which is very troublesome."

"Does it poop? Are those nebulae its farts?"

"...How could you think of such a strange thing."

"whee."

Ming Huang was in a trance for a while, and suddenly remembered that Zhang Qingyang might be on the dead man!

He took off his sword and flew towards the dead man. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to catch a glimpse of the dead man turning his head and looking at him.

Dead things don't have eyes, and the fire of life in the eye sockets burns peacefully, as if tacitly approving his actions.

Regardless of the exclamation and dissuasion of the people below, he flew above the spine of the deceased and saw Zhang Qingyang.He was burning with blue flames, like a ghost, but the flames were full of vitality.

He sat firmly, as if the place was made just for him.

"Zhang Qingyang!" Ming Huang yelled, he was not sure if he had lost his mind, so he tried a word first.

Zhang Qingyang raised his head.

He got closer, stretched out his hand, and pretended to be calm: "Zhang Qingyang, follow me back."

Zhang Qingyang didn't move, as if he was thinking about it, he put his hand on for a long time, and the blue flame quietly extinguished: "Okay."

The dead sang.

It has no vocals, it is a song sung by the soul, the breath is long and long, grand and ethereal, and what is even more strange, Ming Huang seems to understand what it is singing.

I wander among the stars,

There is no place to stay.

The Lord gave me a pair of wings,

I am doomed to fly forever.

The remnants of death are my food,

Nebula is ultimately my birthplace.

I wander among the stars,

Rest is the hour of my death,

My body will become the sun,

Scatter into the ovaries of young stars.

The baby star took everything from me,

As I swallow my impending demise.

death is growth,

To grow is to die.

After the deceased sang, he seemed to have sneezed, and flew north with his head held high.Wherever the huge shadow it cast was panic, the foolish people panickedly slaughtered pigs and sheep and prayed for God to send down thunder soon to take away the monster. However, until the last tailbone of the deceased disappeared on the horizon, the weather was still fine.

The sun in Longmoyuan became less harsh, and the spiritual wind blowing on his face made him feel moist.Ming Huang took Zhang Qingyang to the ground, and the others were still in shock, unable to extricate themselves, like a piece of wood.

"Zhang Qingyang?" Ming Huang pinched his face.

Zhang Qingyang looked a little tired: "I'm fine."

Ming Huang bit his lips: "No, I want to ask..." His face became hot again, he almost didn't dare to look directly at Zhang Qingyang, his voice was as soft as a mosquito, "It means... that matter."

Zhang Qingyang cheered up a little: "What is it?"

"It's...that matter."

Zhang Qingyang looked seriously at Ming Huang whose head was hanging lower and lower: "Don't lower your head, it's not good for your neck."

Ming Huang kicked him violently: "Go to hell!" His kick was strong enough to break Zhang Qingyang's leg in a fit of rage, but Zhang Qingyang just bent his knee and said, "What about the ring?"

Ming Huang felt his ears were very hot.

"That ring should belong to you, but I don't know why it's on my hand."

Ming Huang was surprised: "How can you be sure?"

"When I touch you, it will be hot." He grabbed his hand suddenly, and said softly, "Feel it carefully, is it hot?"

"No."

"Then it's yours." Zhang Qingyang's reason made Ming Huang feel absurd, but he didn't refute it aloud, because Zhang Qingyang seemed to have nothing to say, and his pupils were deep and quiet, as if covering all the starry sky.

He hugged him tightly, bit his ear and whispered the words that have been said countless times in the long past: "I like you."

The author has something to say: Thank you for the nutrient solution cast by the little sun~