How to beat a white flower

Sera gave Zhou Fangzun the suppression bracelet modified by box-01.

In a place that was sufficiently open, Duo Liang stood aside as insurance, holding a pen and paper for recording in her hand, and nodded to Zhou Fangzun.

"Try it."

"Huh, then I'm not welcome." After the words fell, the flames burned from Zhou Fangzun's feet in a circle shape. He opened his arms, and the huge Damocles sword hung high above his head, and the coercive pressure swept across. Come.

Sera used her abilities, just like the world in Anna's eyes, most things turned into black, white and gray, only the power of crimson continued to soar.

"Weizmann's deviation value exceeds the reasonable range!" Zhengyi, who was in charge of the measurement in the distance, shouted loudly. His legs were a little weak from fright, but he still insisted on standing where he was.

Faced with Zhou Fangzun's casual glance, Sera just nodded slightly, signaling him to continue.

The corners of Zhou Fangzun's mouth gradually brought a smile, Duo Liang looked worriedly at the unscrupulous king, and stood in front of Sera.

But he didn't say anything to stop him, he just shielded Sierra from the oncoming heat wave.

I was looking at the dial with trepidation. Zhou Fangzun's Weizmann deviation value rose all the way, and then gradually fell back after a certain point.

It takes about 30 seconds.

Ser stretched out her hand, looked at the man with a wild smile on her lips, and touched the bracelet with her fingertips, the scorching heat almost scalded her fingers.

But this bracelet is still very intact, the structure inside perfectly absorbed Zhou Fangzun's overflowing power, Sera closed his eyes, wandering between the structures with supernatural powers, engraving all the feedback in his mind.

If there's room for improvement...no, there isn't.

"The wristband wears out relatively quickly. If you use it for the first time, you need to replace it with a new one after about a month..." Sera brushed the paper and recorded the data, "How do you feel?"

"It's not good." Zhou Fangzun rarely smoked a cigarette in front of Sera. After he vented, he did not cause any substantial damage. He could feel the power screaming unwillingly, but he was trapped in the small in the bracelet.

Even he himself was extremely upset.

"King, do you feel better?" Tatara leaned forward with a smile, "The bracelet Sera sent looks amazing!"

"Hey, pain, pain." Duo Liang ran away holding his head that was caught.

"We don't know how to thank you for such a great gift."

"I just want to research something, and I just started from this aspect." Chocolate Parfait——

For the one with ice cream, Kusanagi specially replaced it with fresh strawberries imported from abroad, which is juicy and sweet.

In front of Anna was a large cup of hot cocoa decorated with strawberry patches. She sipped it with a straw and fluttered her eyes quietly.

Sierra wore a red and black checked scarf today, which was a friendly gift from Irie's sister, so she also gave back a hat.

In the past, during the New Year, she just said good morning to Spana in the morning, and it was considered a holiday. This year, it seems that there are many more things.

Thinking of gifts can be a real challenge.

As a gift, Sierra wrote a Rubik's Cube auto-rotating program, gave Barbara a bracelet that can restrain strength, gave Elena a skirt, and even sent a gift to Spana in Europe. up greeting card.

But she hasn't decided what to give Bai Lan yet.

"What New Year's gift do you want?" So she chose to ask directly.

"Well, is Sera sauce going to give it to me?"

He tapped his knuckles on the table and looked sideways.

Sierra nods...

He looked troubled.

"What should I do... I want a lot of things."

"But if it's Sera-chan..." He took Serra's hand and put it on his right cheek, "Do something for me."

Then he had a purple inverted crown tattoo under his right eye.

Sierra tattooed him with her own hands.

The tiny needles pierced the skin bit by bit, and the pain and itching combined to form an indescribable feeling. Bai Lan stretched out her hand, inserted her fingertips into Sera's fluffy hair in front of her, and combed it down again and again, as if she wanted to clean her hair. Perception is shared with her.

Because of the tattoos on her face, Sera had to stare at Bai Lan's face very intently during the whole process, her emerald green pupils were like a pool of water without waves.

The fingers on the back of her head moved to her cheeks at some point, and Sera felt her fingers rubbing beside her eye sockets. Compared with the delicate skin of her face, it was slightly rough, numb and itchy.

"Why did Bai Lan think of getting a tattoo?"

Kusanagi looked at his wound that had not fully recovered and asked.

"Maybe I want to leave some souvenirs."

Bai Lan took a sip of the hot cocoa with marshmallows and a lethal amount of sugar, and brushed her fingers lightly over the tattoo with fine blood scabs.

Finally, before the two left, Kusanagi told Sera that she was in Germany and that there were still some manuscripts left by Adolf K. Weizmann's sister.

"If Sera is studying the slate, maybe it will be useful."

That night, Sera had another dream.

In the familiar scorched earth ruins, she slowly climbed up a collapsed building. The exposed steel bars were sharp and dangerous, but they couldn't pierce her skin.

It was as if she had just been stuffed into this shell.

The red sun disappeared in the distance, and the long night was silent and cold. She blinked, this future... seems to have no change?

When she woke up, she was in Bai Lan's arms again.

It's just that an upside-down purple crown appeared on the familiar face that woke her up - she painted it by herself.

Is this also one of the "futures" she saw?Sierra touched the tattoo, and it was uneven to the touch.

She saw the pattern on the glass jar at the time, so Prynne got it.

Or did Bai Lan want to get this tattoo, so she saw it?

When I asked Bai Lan, I only got the answer that he suddenly wanted to do this.

"I'm going to Germany," Serra said suddenly.

She found that she didn't know enough about the slate... not enough.

Even from time to time, I would disturb the King of Gold in the Pillar Pagoda, and "communicate" with the main body of the stone slab.But she has never been deeply synchronized with the slate, after all, the risk of doing so is too great.

"When does Serra plan to go?" Bai Lan asked kindly.

"Next month."

Looking up and thinking for a moment, Sera replied.

By the way, get a degree certificate... She only has a high school degree now, right?

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A month later...

Serra set foot on German soil.

It's much colder here than in Tokyo, and she felt as if she had been scraped by a cold knife as soon as she got off the plane.

After taking a taxi to the archive room where the materials are collected, Sierra was relieved by the heating in the car.

"Sindsiezumerstenmalindeutschland? Imwinteristeshiersehrkalt..." (Is this your first time in Germany? It's cold here in winter.)

"Imfrühlingwaricheinmalhier..." (I was here in spring.)

Serra replied in German, and the driver seemed to just ask a question casually, and soon the only sound in the car was the music of Schumann's Piano Concerto in A Minor on the radio.

After paying, Sera got off in front of a somewhat desolate manor.

All that remains of the estate is a blind gatekeeper and his guide dog.

It was an old man with all white beard and hair, a weather-beaten face, and white eyes, which looked a bit pervasive.

And his guide dog is a somewhat mighty German shepherd dog, always around the old man's knee.

"You want to read the notes left by Claudia..."

He was so old that his speech was slurred, and Serra had to struggle to hear him.

"Come with me, little girl." He patted the guide dog, turned around and walked tremblingly towards the manor, "It's been too long, it's been too long."

"Back then I was a little kid with a runny nose, but Claudia was just like you, a little girl, as dazzling as the moon in the sky, she could do everything, she was the youngest and most beautiful scientist." The old man rambled , he tightened his collar, "Don't help me, Quintum is enough for me."

Serra watched as he fumbled for the key from his coat pocket.

With the creaking sound, the rusty door gradually opened.

The author has something to say:

Demu is so handsome (.

Sierra has a physique that is loved by dogs, the kind that will be rubbed by passing puppies when walking on the road!But I am often disgusted by cats (maybe it is like hate 2333)

Whisper it quietly, a certain white flower has also come to Europe!