Ai Yu moved his mind and pulled Qian Cheng onto the horse. Then the horse turned into a dragon and flew into the sky.
After successfully receiving his lord, Ao Lie turned his neck and spit water at the fire man who was chasing him with wings.
Ai Yu kept slapping his face to keep himself awake. The map of Huadu appeared in his mind. At the moment, the safest thing to do was to run to Jigong.
While the fire man was recovering, Ai Yu asked Ao Lie to speed up, and in the blink of an eye, he sent the two back to Ji Palace.
Back on the ground, Ai Yu was exhausted and fell into Qian Cheng's arms.
Qian Cheng's tense nerves relaxed, and he patted Ai Yu: "Go to sleep."
The infirmary should still be open at this moment. Qian Cheng picked up Ai Yu and walked towards the infirmary.
The alarm was sounded throughout the city of Huadu, and people were assigned to corresponding underground shelters in an orderly manner by the police.
Li Yuzhen, holding his suit jacket, stood on the top floor of a building, confronting the poet sitting on the griffin.
This poet is too cunning. Li Yuzhen tried to find the coordinates of his student several times, but was disturbed by the poet. The special profit number is a bottomless pit, and there is no war of attrition. Now in Huadu, there are tens of millions of people living in this city, and every building has its own function.
Such a venue actually restricted Li Yuzhen.
The poet was very smart. He calculated that Li Yuzhen had some concerns and moved between the floors unscrupulously.
"My lovely human, why are you silent? Are you mesmerized and intoxicated by my beautiful music?" He placed his hand on his chest. "I came here just to see you, my dear. I really like you. Your Sariel is the most perfect Sariel in the world, and you are also the most perfect human being."
Li Yuzhen's hands were shaking more and more. After confirming that there was no one within a 500-meter radius, he took a deep breath, raised his left hand, pointed it at the poet, and tried hard to ignore his own psychological barriers: "Distortion."
The space around the poet was twisted and squeezed by an invisible hand. The griffin was reduced to a puddle of pulp and fell downwards. The poet appeared on the back of a new monster. "Oh my! That was a close call! You almost caught me."
The lyre played a long tune: "Dear, in that case, let's have something exciting. Hydra, go and complete an unprecedented duet with my dear, please me, please the supreme king!"
The Hydra came out of the darkness as expected. Its body was extremely huge and it crawled out of the black hole. Its tongue kept expanding and contracting. As soon as it came out, it brought an unpleasant smell in the face.
Li Yuzhen raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, his eyes filled with uncontrollable disgust: "It stinks."
The poet laughed at this and said, "My dear, I think he is very suitable for you. Hydra, go and dance with my dear."
Li Yuzhen completely untied his tie and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his black shirt. The mechanical arms held his jacket and tie. He raised his eyes and smiled at the poet: "Okay."
According to Western legends, the Hydra has nine heads, eight of which can be killed, but the ninth head, the one standing upright in the middle, is immortal.
Hercules chopped off eight heads, burned their necks, and pressed the middle head with a stone, barely removing it.
The poet looked at Li Yuzhen, his blood coursing uncontrollably. He trembled and laughed. "Go, Hydra! Break his neck, ravage his body, and destroy this city!"
The entire body of the Hydra finally appeared. Its nine heads flapped around randomly. One of the heads aimed at Li Yuzhen, opened its huge mouth and bit him, while the other head cooperated by spraying venom.
Li Yuzhen set up a barrier around his body, and the venom of the Hydra failed to stain his clothes. His eyes were not on the Hydra, but on carefully protecting the surrounding buildings.
The poet seemed to see what Li Yuzhen was thinking, and plucked the strings again, summoning countless Goblins, who destroyed things wantonly and consumed Li Yuzhen's mental strength.
"My dear, why do you care so much about these earth, stone, and steel? Why do you bind yourself? Why do you bother with these insects? You should be a brave warrior." He leaned close to his harp and spoke softly, "Eternal summer still gilds the island, but everything is fading except the sun."[1]
Li Yuzhen's head was buzzing as if it had been hit. He raised his hand to block the sound waves emitted by the poet. It seemed that Qimen's information was not complete. The poet's piano sound could not only summon monsters, but also confuse the enemy.
The poet saw what Li Yuzhen was doing and sobbed softly, "My dear, I played so hard for you, but you refused to listen." He seemed to be crying, and a few tears fell from his cloak. He played the harp and sang, "The hero's hymn is now silent - the hero's heart no longer beats! Has your harp, which has always been solemn, fallen into my hands? [1]"
Countless knights emerged from the darkness, bringing goblins with them, charging forward and wreaking havoc.
“Let me die singing like a swan…”[1] The poet finally stopped plucking the strings of his harp.
Li Yuzhen is surrounded by the poet's summons.
The man who had been standing straight now bent slightly, his chest rising and falling noticeably as he strangled these summoned creatures again and again without stopping.
He knew the poet was playing a game of attrition with him, but he had to agree.
Behind him are tens of millions of Xia people, and it is the most central flower city of Xia country.
Why hasn’t Qimen’s support arrived yet?
Li Yuzhen walked in the sky, dodging arrows from time to time.
He had crushed the Hydra to death with gravity, and anesthetized the goblins and knights with strong electricity. He coldly looked at the poet sitting on the crows and untied the soundproofing tape around him: "You... have nowhere to escape, right?"
The poet stretched out his hand, knocked the space around him left and right, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that I have been locked up by my dear."
Li Yuzhen didn't hear any fear in his tone.
The poet shrugged and plucked a string: "But my dear, you should let me die like a swan singing, instead of crushing me like this." He was very sad. "My dear, why can't you die for me?"
Li Yuzhen reflexively blocked his hearing, but found that the poet who was originally trapped in the space by him disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood and flesh. He stared.
How could it be...
He indeed sealed all the gaps around the poet.
"Dear, that's not me." At least ten poets appeared around Li Yuzhen. He looked at Li Yuzhen's surprised expression and laughed. "Dear, I told you that I should die singing like a swan. Otherwise, I won't die...Dear, did you hear me?"
[1] From Lament for Greece
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