DreamersGN Chapter 388 Dream, "grand" funeral
Chapter 388 Dream, "grand" funeral
Chapter 388 Dream, "grand" funeral
"I... just want to ask my junior sister what she likes. I'm in Japan, so I'll bring you some."
Chu Zihang held back for a long time, and finally turned into the most common "greeting with local specialties"
Xia Mi was also taken aback when she heard the words, she felt that Chu Zihang was too old-fashioned, why didn't she just buy it and go back to the academy, instead she had to ask herself.
Just like some "chicken soup" always say, if a boy really loves you, he should buy it for you directly instead of asking.
But Xia Mi didn't think so, she was just surprised now... Chu Zihang actually asked about his preferences, and even bought himself a gift! ?
Did this guy take the wrong medicine?
After so many days of no contact, why did you suddenly call and change your sex?
"Is that so..."
After Xia Mi came back to his senses, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "As long as the brother buys it, I like it... Do you think I will say that?"
Chu Zihang's face was expressionless, and he returned to his normal paralyzed face, which made Xia Mi feel a little awkward again.
"Okay, okay, actually I don't need anything, but if senior brother wants to give me a gift, why don't you guess what I want now?"
Xia Mi smiled and hung up the phone.
Then she lay on the bed holding the phone, turned over, and turned her pretty face to the wall.
"Xia Mi, what are you doing?"
At this time, a cold female voice sounded from under the bed, which brought Xia Mi back to his senses, it was Zero.
Ling raised his head to look at Xia Mi's attitude, his expression could be compared with Chu Zihang's facial paralysis, but actually felt extremely weird in his heart.
Are you really acting like a dragon king?
With her back to my face, wouldn't it be my aunt who was smiling at this time?
"Oh, it's just that I'm a little uncomfortable lying down, just change the position."
Xia Mi's tone was stiff, she almost forgot that there were other people in the dormitory.
At this time, on the other side of the ocean, Chu Zihang looked at the hung up phone in a daze.
Brother Kaiser never taught himself this situation!
let me guess?
How do I know what Xia Mi wants?
Thinking about it carefully, this is really distressing.
Xia Mi is not like her mother, not even a normal girl.
What will he bring as a present?
Skincare?
But Xia Mi's skin is very good, and he is the Dragon King, so it won't be worn out, right?
cosmetic?
But in all fairness, Xia Mi is indeed the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. That pretty face, as clean and flawless as carved by a god, doesn't seem to need any other embellishments...
doll?too childish……
Xia Mi doesn't like playing games too much, and doesn't often watch dramas...
Chu Zihang suddenly realized that Xia Mi seemed to have penetrated his underwear, but he didn't know anything about Xia Mi.
He doesn't even know what the other person likes, and it's really too difficult to guess what a Dragon King really likes.
If you can't figure it out... seek off-site assistance.
Without hesitation, Chu Zihang rushed directly to Brother Kaiser's room.
As for Brother Lu...he has already gone out with Erika, and he feels that this kind of matter should not be consulted by a reckless man.
However, Chu Zihang was not very satisfied with the answer given by Caesar this time.
Caesar said casually: "Guess what you want, as long as you don't step on the thunder, she won't eat you. According to my experience, don't try to guess this kind of girl."
He can be said to have a deep understanding, as if he has never been able to figure out Nuonuo, so if he wants to give any gift, he doesn't bother to ask.
Anyway, the little witch will find ways to tease and tease herself. In order to take the lead, he often uses some creative big scenes to carry out surprise attacks.
Although... Sometimes Nuonuo would scold him for being a dick.
After learning scriptures from Caesar, Chu Zihang sat in the yard, like a silent warrior meditating, he didn't know what to do.
Is it really like what brother Kaiser said, according to his own random speculation, to prepare a souvenir?
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After nightfall, the icy wind blows across the sea, blowing the hair of the man on the deck.
Three people in combat uniforms stood in front of him, their golden pupils were so dazzling in the dark night, but at this moment they were trembling, not daring to take a breath.
The three of them didn't know each other before, but they had vaguely heard each other's name in the organization. They were absolute elites and the monarchs of the mixed race.
But that's what they call themselves, even though they often call themselves that, and from the essence of evolution, they have indeed walked a certain distance on the road to conferring gods, but in front of the people in front of them, no one dares to call themselves a monarch.
Because the man once captured alive... the real first-generation species.
If there were no original monarch, there would be no such evolutionary medicines, let alone people like them who achieved strength with evolutionary medicines.
A few days ago, the three of them were in different parts of the world, but today they were all urgently called together to meet their boss, the strongest... half-blood monarch.
"Is the deep submersible adjusted?"
The man stood in the night, wearing a black windbreaker with a different style from the past, his chest was open, and the cold night wind blew his clothes. His eyes were calm, and his golden pupils did not even light up, but his majesty ruled the world overwhelmingly. sea area.
The golden pupils of the three subordinates were only forced to open. They must fully stimulate the dragon blood in their bodies to barely resist the majesty of the Supreme.
"It's ready."
The man named Yaslanda spoke, he was the strongest among them, and he knew how to use various instruments precisely.
"Should I not need to repeat the mission objective?"
The boss glanced lightly at the person in front of him.
"It will follow the process."
Aslanda replied that he didn't say anything like "I have kept it in mind", "We will work hard", "Please rest assured the boss".
Because he knows that what the boss wants is not those, what the boss wants is the result, and the execution according to the process he arranged.
Their mission is to re-dive into the deep sea below 8000 meters, go to the depths of the Japan Trench, and get something.
"Start diving."
After the boss nodded, several half-blood monarchs began to cooperate to put a round deep submersible into the water, and closed them after entering one by one.
No tests were done, because they should have been prepared for these things, and rechecking at this time can only show that they were not prepared before, which would make the boss unhappy.
As the dark tide rolled past, the deep submersible disappeared on the surface of the sea.
On the deck of the freighter, only the middle-aged man in a black windbreaker was left. He looked up at the half moon in the sky, and his eyes reflected a faint light.
"It's not what I expected, but it has to be done, and it's for you too."
The man muttered to himself, and at the end, there was a different kind of tenderness in his words.
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In the quaint courtyard, there was a mighty wind, Chu Zihang held jealousy in his hand, and used all kinds of saber moves he had learned, including the new skills taught to him by Brother Lu.
He has always been a self-disciplined person. During the day, brother Lu and Eriyi go out to play, and brother Caesar goes to see brother Yuan to catch up on old times. He still can't figure out Xia Mi, so let's... exercise first.
When immersed in knife skills, his mind will gradually calm down, just like he always loves to play basketball to decompress.
"Brother Caesar, what's wrong with you?"
Chu Zihang looked at Caesar who came back, stopped the moves in his hands, and said with some doubts.
At this time, Caesar came in from the side door, limped, and was stopped by Chu Zihang, his expression froze for a moment.
"It's nothing, I just had a little chat with Brother Yuan."
Caesar explained casually, then quickened his pace and returned to his room.
During the day, after chatting with Yuan Zhisheng, he had a little discussion, but the result was not ideal.
Even with Caesar's self-confidence, he was a little depressed at this time.
Why did everyone around him become so perverted?
Obviously, the last time he saw Yuan Zhisheng, the other party was only out of shape in physical fitness, and his speech skills were not bad.
If the tactics are correct, he feels that if he cooperates with the "former" Chu Zihang, he can suppress Yuan Zhisheng and even defeat the opponent. If he is alone, if he has all the weapons in a specific venue, he will be able to fight.
But he competed with Yuan Zhisheng in a woodland in Bajia of Sheqi, it was like seeing a ghost, Yuan Zhisheng's speed could break through the speed of sound!
His sickle weasel transmits the sound, and he can't keep up at all. As for the blood-sucking sickle used by the violent blood, it will also slow down a step in front of the extreme speed.
The result of the sparring was self-evident, Yuan Zhisheng was killed in front of him in a few seconds, there was no reaction time at all, and he didn't have the ability to do the opposite when he got close.
Of course, the injury on his body was not caused by Yuan Zhisheng, but that he shot when he fell to avoid Yuan Zhisheng's attack, and finally fell from a very high tree... his leg fell.
Of course, he would not tell Chu Zihang about such embarrassing details, no matter how good the relationship is, they are friends and rivals after all.
Chu Zihang continued to practice the knife without asking Caesar, but he already understood what happened. At this time, he still needs to take care of Brother Caesar's self-esteem.
It was already very late, seeing that brother Lu and Eliyi didn't come back, I knew that the two of them probably wouldn't be back tonight, so they washed up and went back to the room to get ready to rest.
And Caesar looked at the prepared medical box in the room, and his face darkened for a moment.
He turned his head and glanced outside, then closed the door, opened the medical box, and began to treat the injury on his leg, which was slightly sprained and slightly red and swollen.
It's not a big problem, just get a good night's sleep.
After everything was dealt with, Caesar lay on the tatami quilt, chatted with Nuonuo for a while, and was about to rest.
The mixed race is mentally tough, but except for some special time, he is also relatively self-disciplined and has a good schedule.
For some reason, I have been feeling sleepy recently, and the time to fall asleep in bed is much faster.
Consciousness gradually blurred...
In the cathedral late at night, the priest's magnetic voice recited scriptures.
"Lord, let the dead rest in peace, and let the light of eternity shine upon their spirits; Lord, your children sing your name in Zion, and your supremacy in Jerusalem; hear our prayers, Lord, All will be judged before you; Lord, please have mercy on us."
The PA system played Verdi's "Requiem Mass" repeatedly. The singing of this mourning choral music echoed in the huge space, as ethereal as a stray bird.
This grand and solemn funeral has just ended, and the mourning people have dispersed. The ancient Gothic church looks very empty, with a violet curtain hanging from the dome, and the handfuls of white roses are illuminated red by the candlelight.
The central altar was filled with silver candelabra, each holding six white candles lit like a field of glowing thorns.
In the center of the thornbush stands an exquisite hexagonal coffin, whose cover is crystal clear glass, so that the mourners can clearly see the face of the dead.
Through the crystal glass, sleeping among the white roses is a woman in a white dress, so beautiful and serene, people will mistakenly think that she is taking a nap, and even dare not make a sound, for fear of disturbing her quiet and beautiful life Dream.
There was only one living person left in the entire church, a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a well-fitting black suit and a delicate white tie, with a crucifix hanging on his chest, sea-blue eyes, and golden hair shining brightly.
The boy lay on the cover of the hexagonal coffin, looked at the woman inside, and looked up at the dome tens of meters high.
Through the dome windows of the mosaic glass, he could see all the way into the night sky.
But there are no stars tonight, the black cirrus clouds are flying fast in the sky, and the crows are singing monotonously on the top of the church.
The world is so quiet...it seems so quiet that he is the only one left.
But there are still many people laughing and whispering, crystal glass wine glasses collide with each other, silver forks knock on the dinner plate, drunken men invite women to dance, and women's pointed heels knock on the ground... It seems that a feast of the devil is going on. Held in laughter.
And not far away, there is really a banquet being held.
According to the custom of the church, after the funeral is over and the mourning guests are sent away, the family members will gather, the priest will preside over a mass, and then receive the communion.
The banquet was in accordance with the etiquette, but it was too lively, noisy and jubilant, it seemed like a grand celebration.
To celebrate the... death of the woman in the coffin?
They didn't want the boy to know how happy they were, so they deliberately arranged the dinner party in the basement and carefully closed the heavy wooden door.Where the boys don't know, they can have no scruples, and they can revel in wanton.
But the little black shadow, invisible to ordinary people, "slid" out from the crack of the door. It was so light and thin, like a paper-cut bat. There is no place in this world that it cannot reach.
The black shadow fluttered, passed the long corridor and the slightly cold night, flew into the austere church, flew over the thorns of candlelight, lay on the boy's shoulder, and sent whispers in the dark night to its king.
"Children are like this, they will be sentimental, but they will always grow up."
Thousands of black shadows that only the boy can perceive shuttle between the basement and the church. They fall on the boy's shoulders and cover the whole place densely. The anger is even stronger.
That's... Kama Itachi!
Each sickle weasel brought back a sentence or a series of laughter, so every sound from the luxurious dinner was delayed for a few seconds before reappearing in the boy's ears, even the heartbeat and breathing of men and women were captured and sent.
If someone could see these weasels, it would be a most shocking scene - the splendid Milan Cathedral is like a bat cave at the moment, black shadows come and go like a tide, and some hover over the boy's head to form a huge black swirls.
The boy covered by the shadows listened quietly, thousands of black wings stretched out beside him, like a big black bat.
This is not a domain that a normal Kamaitaka user can have. He has surpassed the rules of mixed races, and Kamaitachi submits to him, just like submitting to a monarch!
But in this world, there is indeed a power that can surpass the "rules". Under the power of the boy, the sacred church has become a devil's sanctuary... a taboo place!
"Are you going to cremate her body?"
The boy heard the voice again.
"The surname Gullweger is finally over, let everything be reduced to ashes and cremated tomorrow."
"Caesar has been lying there for three days, is it okay?"
The boy in the church turned his head slightly, Caesar?The name sounds so familiar...
"Children are like this. They will be sentimental, but they will grow up."
"I think he is still very attached to his mother. In order to communicate with that woman, he even learned sign language."
"I think it's natural for him to cry, but did you notice the look on his face at the funeral? That was his mother."
"Children are so strange sometimes, even if he has an unrivaled bloodline. Don't worry about it, every strange child will grow up."
The boy looked at his hands, do I have... an incomparable bloodline?
The voice coming from his ear was so sharp to his ears, exposing the veins on his forehead, and the black shadows rushed towards him like a tide, but they seemed to have sensed the rage of the monarch, and lingered outside.
It was as if there was an invisible barrier opening around the boy. The black shadows did not dare to cross this barrier, turned and turned, and finally gathered into a long black dragon and left through the open window.
Everything was quiet, and the boy slowly got up and walked to the depths of the church, where something was covered by a black tarpaulin.
The boy's ears recalled those people's celebration of his mother's death, sharp and twisted, one after another.
At this time, the music happened to be in the second section of "Requiem Mass", "Day of Wrath"
"In the day of wrath, the world will be reduced to ashes, so David and Thebys prophesied. How the world will tremble when the day of judgment comes, when all is strictly measured."
The whole church reverberated with the singing of divine power, flames and thunder.
The heavy hammer fell on the big drum, like thunder and lightning passing through the dark clouds, the thick male voice mixed with the high-pitched female voice, like the judgment of the doomsday, thousands of angels flew in the sky, singing the power of God, White wings cover the sky and the earth.
This famous song is not only written to lament the death, but also a song of judgment!
Everything around him seems unreal, but the boy also sang along inexplicably. His pronunciation has been trained the best, and it is both high-pitched and thick, and every sound he utters is a majestic sound!
He jerked off the black tarpaulin...
It was a motorcycle, a special version of the Fat Boy made by Harley-Davidson, but this Harley was much smaller than the normal version. Although every part met the quality requirements of Harley, this little guy was like a group The little brother of the Harley big brother, the seat height is only two-thirds of the normal version.
Fill in the hole ┗(▔, ▔)┛
(End of this chapter)