Chapter 081 Chapter 81
Not long after the mission was successfully completed, the three received a notice of an outbound mission. Fortunately, Lin Chengjie had reminded them before that the temporary mission would not affect the normal monthly teaching plan, so the three were mentally prepared in advance.
The three people who had been PTSD had learned their lesson this time. Since they could not avoid the A, B set S, SS type of unlucky missions, they had to prepare more self-defense items. Talismans, magic tools, potions, whatever was useful, they even made a 100,000-word analysis and tactical preparation based on the characteristics of each black-robed man.
As expected, the source of all the fear was the lack of firepower. After all the preparations, not only could they kill the man in black robe, but at least they could escape safely. On the way to the mission site, the three were even full of expectations for this.
However, perhaps they were so unlucky that even the heavens could not stand it anymore, or perhaps the authorities finally noticed the tragic experiences of the children and strengthened the screening of mission levels.
All in all, this mission was uneventful from beginning to end, without even any twists and turns.
From the first sight of the strange creature to the time they knocked it down and made it unable to stand up again, it took no more than ten minutes in total. After dealing with this appetizer, the three of them quickly prepared defensive measures on the spot, pasting talismans all over the ground and activating magic weapons one by one. Everything was ready except for the black-robed man.
However……
Nothing.
The three of them remained vigilant, standing from late at night until dawn.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck--" A rooster raised by someone started to crow, breaking the damn silence.
The bruised and swollen weirdo on the side was lying on the ground crying loudly: "Wuwuwu, I've already said it, there is really no other weirdo here, please give me a quick death!"
"Actually, there really isn't anything?" Shen Liuxue couldn't believe it.
Zhu Changan's eyes were filled with tears: "Could it be that we have finally gotten rid of this damned nesting doll curse?"
Mo Xuanji silently put the talisman paper back into the storage bag, folded his hands in front of him and fell into deep thought.
Well...if nothing unexpected happened...something must have happened.
Mo Xuanji forced himself not to think about the possibility that "the Dragon Lord already knew that he might have a cub."
The mission was completed without incident. Even when the three of them returned to their respective dormitories to rest, they still had no sense of reality: Is it really over? Is it really all right? Is there really no reversal?
…
At the end of the month, the comic was updated again. Unlike usual, the perspective of this comic was not directly on the main characters.
【Here we come! Front row photo! 】
The first picture of the comic is pure black, and there seems to be some smoke from an incense burner in the black background.
As the screen moves downward, Yuheng is seen quietly leaning on a recliner in an antique study, breathing steadily, as if she has fallen asleep. Her long black hair is softly draped over the bamboo armrests, and then hangs down to the ground under the action of gravity.
In his arms was a half-read bamboo scroll, the other half of which was spread out and draped over the sleeping man. A bright red bird jumped onto Yuheng's shoulder and gently nuzzled his ear.
Yuheng opened his eyes, yawned lazily, and then took the kid aside.
【Shashasha】
[Hey, my wife seems to like reading a lot. Did she fall asleep while reading? ]
[Ahhhhh why can't I be transported to Rokuroku's soul! I'd be willing to turn into that book too! 】
[The blessing of sleeping late tonight! It’s my beautiful wife’s sleeping face! ]
[Wife is not a gender, sometimes it is just a right feeling! 】
[Long Zun is so lucky (sour)]
[What a blessing... I won't tell you who is jealous]
[It doesn’t matter, we are the ones who see my wife sleeping now! Long Zun didn’t see anything! ]
[I’m dying of laughter. The comics on Little Golden Retriever’s page are still full of passionate youth, but when it comes to my wife’s page, the style is immediately different.]
In the comic, Yuheng still looks lazy, as if Taowu's previous words have not caused any effect on him. Only when he saw the mirror did his eyebrows wrinkle slightly.
Yuheng looked at the slightly reddened corners of his eyes in the mirror, and he conjured up a brush to carefully paint the end of his eyes, using a more obvious scarlet color to cover up that trace of fragility. Then his aura became powerful and unpredictable again.
[I was wondering if something was missing. It turns out the red under my wife's eyes was painted on! My exquisite wife! ]
[I have to say that the old thief's painting skills are really amazing. Although there is only one more red, Yuheng looks completely different with and without eye shadow. At first, she looked soft and even a little fragile without eye shadow, but after applying it, her whole aura became stronger. ]
[But my wife's eyes...has she cried? It's impossible for them to turn red for no reason, right?]
[Fuck, don't force me to slap you when I'm happiest, I don't want to eat the knife! ]
[Someone, get this guy out! Get this guy out!]
Yuheng gave Liuliu some instructions and then left. Suddenly, he seemed to notice something and a smile appeared on his face. The comic camera also turned to a corner with his gaze.
There was a simple small table set up there, and a gray-haired old man was playing with the chessboard in front of him with great interest. An identity box next to him indicated his identity - Director of the Supernatural Bureau, Zhu He.
Mo Xuanji, who was outside the screen, felt suffocated. Although he vaguely guessed that the old man's identity was not simple, probably some kind of leader, he never dared to think that he was actually the director.
Tong... He has made it. But this person's surname is Zhu, could he be related to Chang'an? Mo Xuanji suddenly remembered something and quickly turned to the first page of the comic. Sure enough, this director was the one who first told Zhu Chang'an the truth about his parents' death.
"How could Chang'an, this girl with thick eyebrows and big eyes, hide so deeply?"
From the perspective of the comic, this was Yuheng's first contact with an official, and the first person he met was a director-level figure, which showed how much the official valued him.
The system is unaware of what happened while it was asleep, and is now reading with great interest, even commenting from time to time.
"Very good, very good. You have received the true teachings from my master and can now go out of seclusion." The system's voice was full of relief.
“…”
The comic depicted the old man's psychological activities without reservation. At this time, Mo Xuanji finally knew what image he had in the other person's eyes.
"Is this really me?" He fell into deep thought as he looked at the boss in the screen who had a gentle smile on his face but was decisive and well-balanced in his chess moves.
[Is this how the big guys talk to each other? Although nothing was said, it seems like everything was said. Lost in thought.jpg]
[My wife is so gentle, he really makes me cry. ]
[Who is Shen Wuming? Could he be Sister Shen's ancestor? Hiss~ Why does it feel like he also looks like an old friend of Yuheng's wife? ]
[It seems like he is a young genius on the human side, but now it is certain that humans cannot live that long.]
[Damn, another longevity knife]
Although Yuheng did not drink the wine offered by the old man in reality, he still drank it in the comics.
After bidding farewell to the old man, Yuheng left. He seemed to just want to relax and deliberately lowered his sense of existence. He looked at the prosperous world in front of him, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.
However, there seemed to be a thick barrier between him and the world, and he had no intention of integrating into it.
[It’s such a lively scene, why do I feel like my wife is so lonely…]
「Ah... because this is not his era. Everything he loves and hates, friends and enemies, have disappeared along with the old era.」
[Why do you have to be so self-conscious about being stabbed?]
After wandering aimlessly, Yu Heng finally arrived at the foot of a barren mountain. The comic specially marked the words "Qishan" on the side.
[Qishan? Oh, it’s my wife’s hometown! Is the old thief going to start drawing my wife’s past? (Rubbing hands excitedly)]
[Yeah? This piece looks like the place where the little golden retriever made his desperate escape.]
[Hahahaha why is there a facial mark there? It's even specially marked! I understand, this is where the dream begins! ]
[This is so funny, so he was really woken up by the little golden retriever and had to come out to save the situation? ]
It didn't wake him up. For some reason, Mo Xuanji had a feeling that only when Zhu Changan went to Qishan would Yuheng and the system wake up. This thought appeared and disappeared quickly, and even the system didn't notice anything.
Yuheng walked in the mountains with ease. Suddenly, he seemed to feel something. He raised his hand and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes. There was a small bubble frame on the side: Wind...
The comic camera follows Yuheng as he reaches the top of the mountain step by step.
The owner had planted many phoenix trees here. The weather had turned cooler, and the leaves on the top of the mountain had turned golden early. There was a stone table here, but the stools were gone. Yuheng chuckled and flew up the tree.
In the golden ocean, Yuheng seemed to be a little drunk. He leaned lightly against the tree trunk, his eyes half closed and his gaze a little unfocused.
In a trance, not knowing whether it was a dream or reality, he saw a touch of bright red. It was a red oil-paper umbrella, which was particularly conspicuous in the golden color.
The comic book did not show the man's face. The tilted angle of the red umbrella blocked his face. He was wearing a black outfit that only ancient knights would wear. His long hair was tied into a neat high ponytail. He was holding two jars of wine tied with hemp ropes in one hand and holding the umbrella in the other hand as he slowly walked towards the stone table.
Perhaps he had a telepathic connection with the person, for when he reached the stone table he stopped, his red umbrella spinning slightly, as if he was looking directly at the person on the tree from a distance.
On the next page, Liuhe specially drew a whole large picture.
The wind on the top of the mountain was always strong, and Yuheng let his long hair blown by the wind. He sat on the branch of the sycamore tree, staring down at the newcomer with a smile in his eyes.
The man noticed his gaze and raised his head. His hair fluttering in the wind blocked his eyes, and the people outside the screen could only see the corners of his lips slightly raised.
The two people are standing one on the left and one on the right, one above and one below, with a hint of red between them. The falling sycamore leaves seem to be a visual connection between the two people.
[Oh my god, who is this? Why is this picture so...]
[Dragon Lord, it must be him!!!]
[She has long hair and a high ponytail. Judging from her outfit, she should be a warrior. Hehehe, my family, my XP has increased! ]
[Screenshot! Crazy screenshots! Wuwuwu, the dragon and phoenix couple looks so sweet. Is this Yuheng's memory, or did he really meet Long Zun? ]
[Looking into each other's eyes is a kiss without any lust!!! You are so good at it, old thief! ]
Just when netizens were sighing at how beautiful and sweet it was, a stroke of the finger almost made their hearts stop.
It was like a faded old TV, with a bad signal and frequent flashes of snow. There were still two people, one on top and one on the bottom, but this time the picture was filled with blood and pain. The bestial claws pierced deeply into the opponent's heart, and there was a faint pure blue light at the wound.
Blood dripped, and the two people's hair became tangled together, making it impossible to tell who was who.
【Oh my god, ah my god! What the hell is this flashback? ahhhhhh! 】
[Who stabbed whom? My wife stabbed the Dragon Lord? Didn’t Taowu say that my wife stabbed the Dragon Lord? ]
[No, my wife was the one who was stabbed! Look at this arm, it is clearly covered with scales! ]
【Ahh, this is a domestic violence dragon! 】
[Oh my god, could it be that Dragon Lord defected after stabbing Phoenix? Even such an important part of the heart was injured, so Phoenix closed himself off to recuperate until now.]
[Isn't that Jizi the one who is running with the ball? ]
["After being hurt by my scumbag ex, I ran away with the ball"]
[The one above, I will lose weight later! 】
【What a weird thing! 】
[Wait, Yuheng had her heart ripped out, and Xuanji had her heart ripped out too, is this some kind of genetic attribute? ]
At this time, Mo Xuanji was looking at the comic book and fell into deep thought.
The previously puzzled questions were finally answered here.