Chapter 683 Surrounded by powerful figures, courting death! [2 updates]
It was a face that was too young.
They are definitely not over thirty years old.
The man was wearing a shirt, and sunglasses perched on his high nose bridge, reflecting his newly dyed misty blue short hair.
They looked like they were on vacation.
Ying Zijin: "..."
She said she didn't believe in Xiu's aesthetics at all.
People who can set their websites to be completely black likely have almost zero aesthetic sense.
If all sages are like this, then the Sage's Academy is a giant disco.
Xiu took off his sunglasses.
Based on the clothing characteristics that Ying Zijin had previously sent him, he accurately identified the person he was looking for.
Xiu looked up: "I'm saying, do all you young ladies go out a little—"
Before the word "slow" could be uttered, the words suddenly stopped.
The girl's face came straight into view.
Phoenix eyes with long eyelashes, black hair and pale lips.
That aggressive beauty is like a blade held to one's throat; one would be willing to die for it.
Xiu's foot slipped, and he almost stepped on the gas and flew off.
Before meeting, Xiu had already imagined many scenarios.
For example, his old friend might very well be disabled.
He is either blind, deaf-mute, or has one eye but one ear or something similar.
Otherwise, why did you always wear a black robe and not let anyone see you?
But now?
Xiu felt that his feelings had been deceived.
Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow: "Any objections?"
"No," Xiu immediately changed his mind, pressed the button, and said, "Get in the car."
The car doors opened automatically.
After Ying Zijing got in, Xiu stepped on the gas.
The car quickly took off and entered the aerial traffic track, disappearing from sight immediately.
Tianyan was left standing there, her face ashen.
She could see clearly that the car was a new sports car launched on W.com that could operate in three modes: land, sea, and air.
Only S-level accounts are eligible to make purchases.
Beryl Lengel also picked up a new one yesterday.
It's not available on the market at all.
This car costs a billion.
Tianyan was only following Bi'er, and her family was only considered upper-middle class, so naturally she couldn't get that much money.
"I thought she had something to be arrogant about, but it turns out she's just hooked up with a rich guy." Tianyan clenched her fist and sneered, "And now you've met the hermit."
Do hermits dye their hair?
What a joke.
**
On the road.
The car is in autonomous driving mode.
Xiu opened a can of beer and turned around: "What are you doing?"
Ying Zijing, holding her phone, said unhurriedly, "I'm reporting my schedule to my boyfriend."
Xiu's hand trembled, and he almost switched from flight mode to sailing mode.
Then he accidentally saw a sentence.
Don't worry, sir, no one is as good-looking as you.
It also comes with a rabbit emoji.
The rabbit made a heart shape with the words "I love you" written on it.
build:"……"
He's blind.
He now truly believes that the young girl in front of him is his old friend with whom he has worked for a hundred years.
He doesn't talk much, but his ability to roast people has only improved.
After finishing her conversation with Fu Yunshen, Ying Zijin looked out the window and asked, "The other two founders of W.net and the Hidden Alliance were also sages, right?"
“Yes, you guessed right, they are indeed sages.” Xiu paused for a moment before saying softly, “They embody power and justice.”
The Ninth of the Twenty-Two Sages: Strength
The Twenty-Two Sages, The Justice
Ying Zijing paused slightly: "They...are gone?"
In her friends list, the profile pictures of these two people are always grayed out.
“Perhaps he’s gone, or perhaps he’s deliberately hiding himself, disguised as an ordinary person,” Xiu said. “As long as the sage doesn’t reveal his identity, you won’t know he’s a sage.”
Ying Zijing looked him up and down with his misty blue hair: "I think it's right."
She would think some spoiled rich kid had come to parkour.
"So I'd like to ask you to help me calculate whether they're still alive or not," Xiu's voice deepened.
Ying Zijing pressed her head, and after a long while, she finally spoke: "My power has been diminished, so I may not be considered a sage at the moment."
Xiu was taken aback: "What's going on?"
"Simply put, I died once and was reborn," Ying Zijing said calmly. "I thought I was dead, but I never expected to open my eyes again on Earth."
It can hardly be called a rebirth.
It must have been reincarnated on Earth.
However, her consciousness had been dormant for too long, and she only fully awoke when she was seventeen.
Xiu's expression changed: "Are you alright? What injury is it? It's so serious."
"It's alright." Ying Zijin nodded slightly. "I've recovered quite a bit now, but I'm still lacking in strength. However, I expect I'll be fully recovered by the end of the year."
"Okay, no rush." Xiu waved his hand.
Ying Zijing pondered for a moment: "I heard that the Sage's Chariot just returned?"
“Hmm,” Xiu said. “I haven’t been back to the Sage’s House for decades. I heard it’s quite handsome. I’ll go back and take a look sometime.”
Ying Zijin propped her head up.
Clearly, the Sages are not entirely unified.
At least the Sage Queen and the Sage Demon belong to two different factions.
“There’s something I haven’t told you yet. If you weren’t actually from another universe, I might have thought you were a sage too.” Xiu pulled out the car keys. “Because my sister has the exact same special abilities as you.”
Ying Zijin paused, "The Wheel of Fortune?"
In Tarot, the card following The Hermit is the Wheel of Fortune.
The Twenty-Two Sages, Eleventh: The Wheel of Fortune
"Hmm." Xiu didn't continue, his expression darkening. "Buy whatever you want, it's on me."
He paused, then emphasized again, "Ah Ying, you absolutely must not take the initiative to contact the Sage's Academy now."
Ying Zijin narrowed her eyes slightly.
"The Sage's abilities are more powerful than you think." Xiu opened the car door. "At least wait until your abilities recover. But why did you go to the research institute and sell things online?"
Xiu is the founder of W.net.
Although Ying Zijing hid her account type and level, Xiu was still able to see that she had recently posted a transaction message.
It's an auction.
The price has now increased to one million.
"Oh, making money."
"What money do you need? I can transfer it to you directly."
"There is no joy in working for something that is obtained for nothing."
"..."
**
The City of the World has a space-folding bag, a palm-sized bag that can fit an entire villa inside.
To express his overflowing fatherly love, Xiu emptied the entire central shopping mall and sent her back to the research institute.
The research institute has been established for nearly a thousand years.
From the 11th century onwards, alchemy became a top priority in research.
It wasn't until the 16th century, when industrial technology began to develop, that the research institute established two major departments.
Ying Zijing stuffed the folded bag into her pocket, then suddenly stopped in her tracks.
She looked up and walked towards a painting hanging on the side of the corridor.
Ying Zijing's fingers trembled slightly. She silently pressed the easel, gazing at the young man depicted on it.
The name he recognizes is in the lower right corner.
She knows Simon Brand very well.
The old man appears to be crazy on the surface, but sometimes he likes to amuse people.
But in reality, he is very kind and has been contributing to human society.
Even now that she knows Simon is actually a native of the City of the World, she can guess why he chose to leave the City of the World.
The goal is simply to bring this technology to the seven continents and four oceans, thereby promoting further social development.
Unfortunately, it ended up like that.
"This is the most outstanding researcher our Academy of Engineering has had in hundreds of years."
Some voices sounded behind her.
Ying Zijin turned her head.
It was an old man.
He was dressed in a suit and stood ramrod straight.
A badge was pinned to the upper left side of the suit jacket.
Dean of the School of Mechanical and Aerospace Engineering!
"What a pity..." the old man shook his head. "Alas."
Simon Brand's intelligence is unparalleled even in the world's largest cities.
"I'm sorry," the old man said, pulling himself out of his reverie, his smile kind. "I've disturbed you."
Ying Zijin nodded slightly and left the corridor.
The old man was still somewhat dazed.
For a fleeting moment, he thought it was Suwen standing in front of him.
The woman, once renowned throughout the world for her beauty and talent, is now in a long slumber.
Heaven is jealous of talent, and it also hates beautiful women.
The old man pondered for a moment, then called his assistant: "Send me a copy of that student's information."
**
Ying Zijing put the bag back in her dormitory and then went to the primary laboratory.
She paused at the corner, then continued walking.
The laboratory was a complete mess.
Two lab benches were kicked over, and the computers and lab equipment were all smashed.
Binglan knelt on the ground, her eyes filled with terror, and her face was covered in abrasions.
She was surrounded by several senior students.
"Ah Ying, run!" Binglan cried out in panic as she saw the girl enter. "They were sent by Tianyan; they want to capture you for genetic experiments too!"
"Yo, you're back." The leading male student clapped his hands and laughed. "Take her with us. We just happen to need a test subject. Let's implant some frog genes into her and have some fun."
This is a common occurrence in research institutes.
The School of Biological Genetics needs a large number of experimental subjects, but the number is far from sufficient.
One group consisted of commoner slaves who sold themselves for money due to poverty, while the other group consisted of junior students at the research institute.
There are millions of beginner students every year, which is insignificant in a world city where there is an absolute hierarchy.
Ying Zijin narrowed his eyes.
She stepped forward, grasped Binglan's shoulder with one hand, and pointed to the lab table with the other.
The voice was devoid of warmth: "Clean it up."
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