Chapter 81
Shortly after the successful completion of this mission, the three received notices of assignments outside the school. Fortunately, Lin Chengjie had previously reminded them that the temporary assignments would not affect their normal monthly teaching schedule, so the three were mentally prepared.
The three, already suffering from PTSD, had learned their lesson this time. Since they couldn't avoid the unfortunate A, B, S, and SS-style missions, they had no choice but to prepare more self-defense items. They brought talismans, magical instruments, potions, whatever was useful. They even created a 100,000-word analysis and tactical preparation based on the characteristics of each black-robed individual.
As expected, the source of all the fear was insufficient firepower. After all the preparations, not only could they kill the man in black robe, but at least they could escape unscathed. On the way to the mission location, the three were even full of anticipation for this.
However, perhaps they were so unlucky during this period that even the heavens could not bear it, or perhaps the authorities finally noticed the tragic plight of the children and strengthened the screening of mission levels.
All in all, this mission was dull from beginning to end, without even any twists and turns.
From the moment they first laid eyes on the strange creature to the moment they laid it flat on its back, it took no more than ten minutes. After dealing with this appetizer, the three of them quickly took defensive measures, smearing talismans across the ground and activating their magical instruments. Everything was ready, except for the black-robed figure.
However……
Nothing.
The three of them maintained a vigilant posture, standing from late at night until dawn.
"Cluck, cluck, cluck—" A free-range rooster crowed, breaking the damn silence.
A bruised and battered Guiguai lay on the ground and cried loudly: "Wuwuwu, I've already said it, there are really no other Guiguai here, please give me a quick death!"
"Actually, really not?" Shen Liuxue couldn't believe it.
Zhu Changan's eyes welled with tears: "Could it be that we have finally escaped 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 as the three of them returned to their dormitories to rest, they still couldn't quite wrap their heads around it: Was it really over? Was everything really alright? Was there really no turning point?
…
At the end of the month, the comic was updated again. Unlike the previous ones, the perspective of this comic was not directly on the protagonists.
【Here we come! Front row photo!】
The first picture of the comic is pure black, and there seems to be some smoke from the incense burner in the black background.
As the scene shifted downward, Yuheng was seen quietly reclining in a recliner in an antique-style study, breathing steadily, as if she had fallen asleep. Her long, dark hair draped softly over the bamboo armrests, then drooped to the ground under the influence of gravity.
In his arms lay a half-read bamboo scroll, the other half haphazardly spread out, draped over the sleeping figure. A fiery red bird hopped onto Yuheng's shoulder and gently nuzzled his ear.
Yuheng opened his eyes, yawned lazily, and then took the little guy aside.
【Shashasha】
[Hey, my wife seems to really like reading. Did she fall asleep while reading?]
"Aa ...
[The blessing of sleeping late tonight! The beautiful face of my wife sleeping! ]
[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 saw my wife's sleeping face! Long Zun didn't see anything!]
[It’s so funny, the little golden retriever’s side is still full of hot-blooded youth comics, but when it comes to my wife’s side, the style is immediately different]
In the comics, Yuheng still looks lazy, as if Taowu's previous words had no effect on him. Only when he saw the mirror did his eyebrows slightly frown.
Yuheng looked in the mirror at the slightly reddened corners of his eyes. He conjured a brush and carefully traced the corners of his eyes, covering up that hint of fragility with a more pronounced crimson. His aura once again became powerful and unpredictable.
[I was wondering if something was missing. Turns out the red under my wife's eyes was painted on! My exquisite wife!]
I have to say that Lao Zei's painting skills are truly impressive. Even though it's just an extra red, Yu Heng looks completely different with and without eyeshadow. Without it, she looked soft and even a little fragile, but after applying it, her whole aura became stronger.
[But my wife's eyes... maybe she's been crying. They can't just 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 camera followed his gaze to a corner.
A simple small table was set up there, and a gray-haired old man was fiddling with the chessboard in front of him with great interest. A box next to him identified him as the Director of the Ability Bureau. Congratulations.
Mo Xuanji, standing off-screen, felt a sudden suffocation. Although he had a vague suspicion that this old man was a prominent figure, perhaps a leader of some kind, he had never imagined he was actually the director.
Tong… he's made it big. But this guy'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 guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, hide so deeply?"
From the perspective of the comics, this was Yuheng's first contact with an official, and the person who came up was a director-level figure, which shows how much the official valued him.
The system has no idea what happened while it was asleep, and is currently reading with great interest, commenting occasionally.
"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 depicts the old man's psychological activities without reservation. At this time, Mo Xuanji finally knows what image he had in the other person's eyes.
"Is this really me?" He fell into deep thought as he looked at the big man in the picture who had a gentle smile but a decisive and well-balanced chess style.
Is this how bosses talk to each other? Nothing was said, yet it felt like everything was said. Lost in thought.jpg
[My wife is so gentle, she really makes me cry.]
[Who is Shen Wuming? Could he be Sister Shen's ancestor? Hiss~ Why does he feel like an old friend of Yuheng's wife?]
[He seems to be a young genius on the human side, but he is definitely dead now. Humans can't live that long.]
[Gah, another lifespan 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 simply want to relax, deliberately suppressing his presence. He looked at the prosperous world before him, and a smile unconsciously curled up at the corner of his mouth.
It’s just that 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, but why do I feel like my wife is so lonely...]
Ah... because this isn't his era anymore. Everything he loves and hates, friends and enemies, has vanished along with the old times.
[Why do you have to be so self-conscious about eating a knife?]
After seemingly aimlessly wandering around, Yu Heng finally arrived at the foot of a barren mountain. The comic specifically noted the words "Qishan" (live in the mountains) on the side.
[Qishan? Oh, it's my wife's hometown! Is this old thief going to start drawing my wife's past? (Rubbing his hands excitedly)]
[Huh? This painting 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 began!]
[This is so funny, so it was really the little golden retriever who woke me up and saved the day?]
It wouldn't wake him up. For some reason, Mo Xuanji had a feeling: only when Zhu Chang'an 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 through the mountains with ease and familiarity. Suddenly, as if sensing something, he raised his hand, a flicker of nostalgia in his eyes. There was a small bubble next to him: Wind...
The comic camera follows Yuheng as he reaches the top of the mountain step by step.
This place was filled with sycamore trees, planted to the owner's liking. As the weather cooled, the leaves on the mountaintop had already turned a brilliant golden color. There was a stone table, but the stools were missing. Yuheng chuckled softly 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 was a little dazed.
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 strip doesn't depict the man's face; the angle of the red umbrella obscures his features. He wears a black outfit, the kind worn only by ancient knights, and his overly long hair is tied into a neat high ponytail. He carries two jars of wine tied together with hemp rope in one hand and holds an umbrella in the other as he slowly walks toward the stone table.
Perhaps it was a telepathic connection, for when he reached the stone table he stopped, his red umbrella spinning slightly, as if he was looking directly at the person in the tree from a distance.
On the next page, Liuhe specially drew a whole large picture.
The wind on the mountaintop was always strong, and Yuheng let his long hair blow in the wind. He sat on a branch of the sycamore tree, gazing down at the newcomer with a smile in his eyes.
The person noticed his gaze and looked up. His hair fluttering in the wind blocked his eyes, and the person 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 touch of red between them, and the falling sycamore leaves seem to connect the line of sight between the two.
[Oh my god, who is this? Why is this picture so...]
[Long Zun, it’s definitely him!!!]
[She has long hair and a high ponytail. Judging from her outfit, she should be a warrior. Hehehe, my XP has increased!]
Screenshots! Crazy screenshots! Woohoo! 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're so good at it, old bastard!]
Just as netizens were sighing at how beautiful and sweet the scene was, a swipe of the finger almost made their hearts stop.
Like a faded, old television, it flickered with the shimmering sound of a poor signal. It was still two figures, one above and one below, but this time the image was filled with blood and pain. The beastly claws pierced the other's heart, leaving a faint glimmer of pure blue light at the wound.
Blood dripped, and the two people's hair was tangled together, making it impossible to tell who was who.
[Oh my god, oh my god! What the hell is this flashback?!]
[Who stabbed whom? My wife stabbed Long Zun? Didn’t Taowu say that my wife stabbed Long Zun?]
[No, my wife was the one who got stabbed! Look at this arm, it's clearly scales!]
【Ahh, this is a domesticated dragon! 】
"Oh my god, could it be that Dragon Lord defected after stabbing Phoenix? Even such a vital part as the heart was injured, which is why Phoenix has been in seclusion recuperating until now."
[Then isn't Jizi the ball... the one running with it?]
After being hurt by my ex, I ran away with the ball.
【The one above, I will lose weight later! 】
【What is this weird thing? 】
[Wait, Yuheng had her heart ripped out, and Xuanji had her heart ripped out too. Is this some kind of genetic trait?]
At this time, Mo Xuanji was looking at the comics and fell into deep thought.
The previously puzzled questions are finally answered here.
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