Earth Exam [Unlimited]

Little Suzaku flew Jian Qiao and Xie Zhi all the way to the place where the city fell.

The magnificent and tall city in the past has now become ruins.

Little Suzaku landed on a fairly intact piece of ground and folded its wings.

"Huh?"

Its beautiful eyes were full of blankness.

It doesn't understand why the world has changed in an instant.

Xianyang City is huge, even if it is smashed to pieces on the ground, it is still impossible to see at a glance.

This is an era when all the people are cultivating immortals. Even if the city falls from the sky, there are still formations to protect the city, and there are ubiquitous auras that can be driven by people... No matter what happens, the tragedy in front of us will not happen. Xianyang City is now In the ruins, it seems that there are no traces of living people.

"Wow!"

Jane quietly heard the cry of the little Suzaku, and he turned his head. The little Suzaku spread its wings and bombarded a ruin with the spiritual power of the fire department.

The formations on the bricks and stones in the ruins gradually dimmed and disappeared, turning into a puff of smoke and dust, and dispersed with the wind.

After this area was cleaned up, a water puddle the size of half a fist could be seen on the ground, black with a little red.

Little Suzaku took a few steps forward in a daze, and the temperature of Suzaku itself evaporated the small puddle in an instant.

The remaining water vapor floated up, and faintly condensed into a phantom of Xuanwu in midair. This phantom lightly rubbed against the head of little Suzaku, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Ji——"

Big and big tears fell from the beautiful eyes of the little Suzaku, soaking its feathers.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Xie Zhi, who had calmed down in Jian Qiao's arms, jumped down and ran frantically towards a ruined wall. Jian Qiao saw the blue snake's tail flash past behind the broken bricks and tiles.

It was Shengqing that went down the mountain first, and it was blocked by Xiezhi.

They only separated for a while, but for some reason, this Shengqing was seriously injured. Most of its beautiful jade-like scales peeled off, revealing a scarred body. The crown on its head was severely damaged. The whole snake looked extremely embarrassed.

Shengqing kept avoiding Xiezhi.

But obviously, this time Xiezhi was extremely angry, it rushed left and right like a small cannon/bullet, abruptly stopping Shengqing who wanted to escape.

Jane quietly stepped back a few steps, leaving room for the two of them to solve the problem.

Only then did he realize that the location where Little Suzaku brought them down was the main street of Xianyang City.

The cracks on the ground continued, and the bluestone slabs on the main street were in a mess. Jane quietly and carefully avoided the danger, and groped her way to the soup cake stand—the soup cake stand also turned into ruins.

"Mr. Wu---Lieutenant Wang---" Jian quietly picked up a wooden stick from the ground and tried to lift up the relatively light collapsed objects, "Are you inside?"

No one answered him.

The soup cake stall itself is not very big, so Jian Qiao basically searched for all the collapsed things in this area, but found no one.

The crack in the ground had reached Jian Jian's feet, and he could only avoid it. The crack divided the location of the soup pancake stand into two, and a small bean rolled out from the gap.

Jane quickly scooped up the bean into her hand.

He spread out his palm, the bean was in very bad condition, half of it was crushed, and it looked slightly transparent.

Bean saw him, and what was left of it, a small circle, grew a little bigger, and then became a thick line.

It didn't cry when it was almost crushed to pieces, and it didn't cry when it almost fell into the crack, but now it's lying in Jane's palm, and when Jane wipes it's tears, its tears can't be stopped no matter what.

"Don't cry." Jane carefully held it in her hand, avoiding the sudden crack, "Mr. Wu must be safe in other places, don't worry."

——Since he rescued the bean, he felt that the bean was full of sadness and despair.

Douzi sat up from his palm, and it became more and more transparent. It stretched out its slender arm and grabbed Jian Qiao's little finger. A picture emerged in Jian Qiao's consciousness

First, the whole city began to shake, and then the buildings collapsed one after another. The collapsed buildings penetrated the bodies of pedestrians on the street without hindrance. These pedestrians still had blank expressions on their faces, but their bodies gradually became transparent.

Mr. Wu is no exception.

"The day has come."

Mr. Wu sighed lightly. He scooped up all the beans and put them into a box, and poured all his remaining spiritual power into it. This action made him more transparent.

Mr. Wu touched the top of Douzi's head one by one, with a look of reluctance on his face: "It would be great if you can survive."

His voice choked for a moment, trembling slightly:

"Even if there is only one... that's fine!"

These ignorant beans didn't know why he was so sad, and several clapping hands turned into little flowers, trying to coax him as usual, the flowers had just been handed out, before Mr. Wu put the hairpin on his head, it had already dissipated into smoke.

The ignorant Douzi looked at the little Huahua who fell to the ground.

Some beans tried to get out of the box to pick them up, but before they could climb out, the flowers were already buried under the collapsed building.

The city fell from the sky to the ground, smashed to pieces, the box was thrown out fiercely, and countless beans were severely injured and disappeared from the box, leaving only the last dying bean.

The bean sitting in Jian Qiao's palm is already very transparent, and you can see the opposite thing through its body. It uses its almost broken arms together, and pats it very lightly, and the hand appears There was a little flower.

It tried its best to lift the little flower high, and before it could hand it out, it dissipated into smoke with a "bang".

There was only a broken flower in Jian Qiao's palm, just like when Captain Wang beat Ba Snake violently at the beginning, the bean who was worried about him raised her toes and gave him the flower.

Jane quietly picked up the flower, and when the bean was about to dissipate, even if the language was confused, even if the mind was ignorant, she was still desperately telling him

Don't be afraid, I will give you flowers and accompany you, don't be afraid.

The confrontation between Shengqing and Xiezhi came to an end, and Shengqing was almost dragged here by the cub-like Xiezhi.

This Shengqing rolled up the tail of the snake with all her strength, and pushed Xiezhi into Jian Qiao's arms, her eyes were full of pleading.

Jane asked quietly: "Why do you want me to carry it?"

Shengqing didn't answer, but turned his head to one side.

From the cracked ground, Jian quietly saw the familiar army—the one he saw when eating soup cakes that day, the Mengjia army that Mr. Wu said.

The man at the head of this army was still wearing black iron armor and a hood, with a straight back, and he was riding a snow-white 駮 with a jet-black tail.

Behind him are the warriors returning from victory, escorting the alien beasts and dinosaurs, which are exactly the same as what he saw that day.

The army reached Xianyang, which was in ruins, and they passed through it as if they hadn't seen it.

Sheng Qing, who was next to Jian Qiao, rushed out, blocking the way of the army.

The army stopped.

The general riding on the scorpion took off his scorpion, and under the scorpion was a bright and handsome face. He looked at the spider web made of black lines above the sky, and then at Shengqing who was blocking him, showing a gentle look. With a smile: "My mission, has it been completed?"

The bruised Shengqing swam to his side, and Xuanjia's general straightened his crown: "You did a good job, thank you for your hard work."

He sat on the 駮, and the 駮 neighed, the sound was like drumming, as if celebrating.

He looked in Jian Qiao's direction, his eyes seemed to have passed through time, and he saw the long-awaited future: "Fortunately, Yanhuang is not extinct."

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and Xuanjia's general, together with the army behind him, dispersed like green smoke.

Shengqing stood there lonely.

Jane quietly thought it would cry, the emotion on it was sad and depressed.

But it doesn't.

When it turned around, Jian Qiao actually saw a smile on its face. The combination of extreme sadness and genuine joy made people feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

It swam to Jian Qiao's side, curled up Jian Qiao's arm at the tip of its tail, and Jian Qiao was brought into Shengqing's memory.

At that time, Shengqing was still a young snake, and Xiezhi was still an uncracked egg. They lived in the empty Qin Palace all day long.

Shengqing would sometimes go for a walk on the streets of Xianyang, where there were no people or voices in the streets and alleys, because this was an empty city.

Everyone in Xianyang City died and was buried in the bottomless abyss. The densely packed coffins were inserted on the rugged mountain peaks, and only a little spirit remained in the city.

Shengqing lived alone like this day after day, year after year, until Xiezhi broke its shell, and the two depended on each other for life.

The little Xiezhi likes to lie on the crown on Shengqing's head, and Shengqing also pampers it, often walking through the streets and alleys with Xiezhi on it, and the two animals play hide-and-seek happily.

Occasionally, it will take Xiezhi to run from the city in the clouds to the ground, to a cave on a cliff, to see those old friends sleeping in the abyss.

Sometimes, just sometimes, it really misses the fireworks in the city of Xianyang too much, and it will also quietly inspire a few spirits with stronger remaining power, allowing them to wake up briefly and repeat their daily work, just like this city. The people here never leave the same.

It once awakened the little general who had rescued it once, and it can't be said to be a little general, because the little general has grown into a calm and reliable general who can command thousands of troops.

The general told it that if you feel lonely or sad, you can wake him up. His spirit is very powerful and can last for a long time.

But Shengqing never woke him up again.

Shengqing didn't know what he was waiting for, and he didn't even know whether he was waiting for the human race. It just guarded this empty city, waiting stubbornly, waiting for 100 years, 1000 years, 1 years, or... longer.

It hopes that when that day comes, the general will not dissipate prematurely because of his willfulness, and the general can see that day.

So it waits...and waits...

On a certain day, all the remaining spirits were awakened, and the city of Xianyang became lively, as if they had never left.

It can't remember how long it has been since it saw such a lively city of Xianyang.

It knows, it has waited.

Its spiritual power has long been tied to Xianyang City. If Xianyang City exists, it exists; if Xianyang City is destroyed, it perishes.It can clearly feel that the formations in the city are rapidly failing, and the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth is suddenly reduced until nothingness.

The last catastrophe is about to begin, and the only thing it is worried about is Xiezhi.

At the beginning, Shengqing also hoped that the person it was waiting for could change the fate of tens of millions of years ago, but later, it discovered that fate cannot be changed by itself, it is a matter of countless events, countless times, and countless choices. A torrent created by mixing together.

So the proud Shengqing lowered his head, wanting to win a glimmer of life for Xiezhi.

The tail of the snake wrapping around Jian Qiao's arm was already loose, Sheng Qing let out a weak neighing, and it began to glow with bits and pieces of fluorescence, which gradually dispersed and fell to every corner of the ruins of Xianyang City.

Xie Zhi at Jian's feet, tears wet its furry cheeks, Jian quietly hugged it into her arms, and patted it on the back.

Jian quietly sensed Xiezhi's heartfelt voice:

"I won't go with you."

Shengqing wanted Jane to take Xiezhi away.

Jian quietly looked into Xiezhi's eyes in her arms, causing Xiezhi to look away.

"It's already come to this point. If it's ruined by me, then... so many people's sacrifices, and Shengqing's hopeless waiting, what is it?"

"I can't be that selfish."

Jian quietly paused for a moment, and he patted Xiezhi's back again: "I respect your choice."

The cub-shaped Xiezhi's tears have not yet faded away, but the light spots on its body, where the aura collapsed, are brighter than its tears.These light spots have been floating upwards, floating above the thick clouds and mists in the sky, and in an instant, there are goose feathers and heavy snow.

It turned out that from the moment he entered Xianyang, everything he encountered were spirits.

Whether it is Mr. Wu, Captain Wang, or those lovely beans, they have long been buried in the coffin under the abyss.

Jian Qiao felt a heat wave rolling up beside her, and it was Little Suzaku flying over: "Ling Guang?"

"As spirits, we will only remember the most obsessed things in our lifetime." Little Suzaku said, "I want to keep Yanchi well."

Therefore, while searching for and following the memories of its life, it felt that the villain surnamed Wang had visited it the day before yesterday, and its elders had also visited it ten days ago, but it still blurted out subconsciously that it hadn't seen anyone for a long time. , I haven't eaten sugar for a long time.

It's not that it said something wrong, but that its memory has been stuck in that time period for many, tens of thousands of years.

It has been thinking about the salt pond that it has not finished guarding, so the spirit lingers there.

Just like Mr. Wu caring about his beans, those beans come alive.

The bowl of soup cake that Jian quietly ate was very close to the noodles of later generations, the random ingredients in it, those strange names... It was not a product of the Qin Dynasty at all, and Ling had long forgotten how to make a bowl of soup cake. These are just extracted from Jane's memory.

"I don't seem to be able to become the majestic Great Suzaku anymore." Ling Guang regretted, "In the next life, I will become a lake."

Its figure became unreal, and its crimson spiritual power set off fireworks in the air: "Maybe one day in the future, you will pass by the lake I transformed into."