Silent Crown Chapter 383: Pull up
When the hot thing fell from the sky, it glowed with a roar like a dragon. ∈↗Vertex Novel, x.
The roar shook the temple, causing the earth to tremble faintly, the walls hummed, and the air nearly solidified and collided with each other like huge rocks, giving off a scorching iron smell.
"What is it!"
Paganini raised his head, his eyes squinted, as if trying to recognize what was about to fall from the sky.
The darkness all over him boiled, and layers of movements emerged one after another. The weird melody overlapped, messy and sharp, very harsh, but there was a weird rhythm and a sense of wholeness.
It's like a monster in the dark showing half and half of its claws. At the same time it's thrilling, but it's hard to tell the whole picture.
"Hahahahaha!!!!"
The wolf flute danced, pointing to Paganini and yelling excitedly: "Take it to death, die shemale! Now you are done!"
Paganini's complexion was gloomy, and his whole body roared in darkness.
Immediately afterwards, the thing that fell from the sky approached.
Across a long distance, I felt the sharp aura that appeared in an instant, which was frightening.
It tore everything through, pierced the sky, shook the storm and thunder, rushed forward, rushed, and rushed! Then...A beautiful arc was drawn in the dull eyes of everyone, rubbing the edge of the city and falling into the distance.
Boom!
There was a roar in the distance, and no sound was left, but a dead silence remained.
Wrong?
It turned out that he, mother, smashed! Partial! Up!
Wolf flute's smile solidified.
Long silence.
Paganini lowered his head and looked at the dull two, with a mocking and gloomy smile: "Your savior seems to have gone the wrong way. And, what did you just call me?"
"I...I..."
Wolf flute scratched his head and laughed awkwardly: "What did I just say? You may have heard it wrong, I didn't say anything~ When is the so-called retaliation. Master Paganini Looks kind and kind, why don't you let us be merciful and compassionate?
We are bound to tie the grass and act as a horse to repay your kindness. It is not a good story to spread in the future. What do you think? "
"..."
Ye Qingxuan spurted out old blood, crying without tears: "This is your helper? Mom's eldest brother, what about your backbone! Is it really good to kneel so soon?"
Paganini laughed. The expression that stared at the wolf flute was satisfied.
"That's good."
He raised his hand and pressed it down suddenly, and darkness swept through:
"——Unfortunately, this is meaningless!"
At that moment.
There is light.
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Hundreds of miles away, above the vast desert, the cold moon illuminates the huge depression on the ground.
Among a piece of rubble, in the shocking pit, the soil turned over, and a hand was stretched out.
"My...old bones..."
The hoarse voice sighed helplessly. One hand was dug out from the mud, but the rest was not visible, only the palm full of wrinkles and age spots was picking and picking in the big pit, constantly pulling out his broken body.
Finally, a piece of mud was pushed aside, revealing a half-scorched face. The burnt face slowly recovered and grew, gazing at the moonlight. Sigh:
"It’s really hard to pick up the business trip. I knew... I stayed in the underground palace with peace of mind... I looked at the door... I want to hear the truth from the headmaster. It’s worse than those natural disasters. Difficult..."
He shivered, putting his broken body together, and finally he was restored to his integrity, with a layer of rags wrapped around his body, and a broken stone embedded in his head. It looked extremely miserable, like a living dead who had just emerged from his grave.
It's Dominic.
"Really old."
He bent over and rummaged on the ground, coughing violently, and muttered to himself: "Sending a product can almost be delivered to the wrong place. He almost overturned the car when he saw a familiar face with excitement.
It's just that. After so many years, why does Paganini's face still look like a ladyboy? I don’t even know the whole thing, tut..."
Just in the broken thoughts, he finally dug out the big hole from the depression, dragging the contents out of the hole with all his strength. The slender iron box slammed on the ground with a thud, making a sound.
In the box, something seems to be struggling and buzzing.
"Fortunately, this box is of good quality."
Dominic checked the box and heaved a sigh of relief: "If this thing is going to break, I am afraid I will really be thrown into the boiler by the principal to boil the bath water for Her Majesty the Queen."
Speaking, he picked up a rock from the ground and slammed it down, cracking the lock.
The iron box shook suddenly and was pushed open from the inside.
Brilliant rays of light rose into the sky, like a meteor retrograde flying into the sky.
At that moment, the flash illuminates his decayed face.
"Open the door, the express is here!"
He grinned and showed a weird smile:
"Who will sign for it?"
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The light is fleeting, silent.
Paganini's laughter stopped abruptly.
It wasn't until a few seconds later that the roar erupted late, and the terrifying speed above the air caused frantic wind pressure. The wind pressure swept in all directions, tearing open a series of stern cracks in the stone slab.
The door of the main hall was broken, and it was ripped apart. The barrier of the Cloth of Original Sin was also completely torn apart.
With a click, something fell to the ground.
That is a hand...
Paganini lowered his head in shock, looked at his bare wrist, and then looked forward blankly at the thing that was stuck on the floor: his palm was chopped off by an unexpected thing.
Now, the thing is inserted diagonally on the floor between the two sides, quietly, motionless, as if it was taking roots on the ground.
Ye Qingxuan looked at it blankly, only hearing his own heavy breathing.
He stepped forward, unable to help himself.
In his body, the blood that had been so quiet since it was stained with moonlight boils at this moment, screaming, and an unspeakable impulse emerges.
He looked at the deja vu, recognized its origin, and his eyes were about to fall out.
"How could you...here?"
He whispered softly, as if there was some kind of hallucination in his ear, as if it was talking to himself.
"Pull me out!"
"Pull me out!"
"Come and pull me out!"
In the silence, the wolf flute laughed, laughed, and rolled around the floor with laughter.
Before setting off, in the principal's office, Wolfflute took the ordinary-looking whistle from the principal's hand and was silent for a long time.
"Mr. Principal gave me this thing, will it really be useful?"
"Yes."
Maxwell smiled slightly: "You know, he has not only the blood of heaven and man, but half of it comes from Lancelot, especially...her mother, who has a special identity."
"What do you mean?"
"The Lancelot family has been the backbone of the kingdom since ancient times, and its loyalty to the royal family has never been shaken. And the royal family has never hesitated to reward and win over this loyalty, such as the simplest... marriage."
Maxwell's smile became mysterious: "Few people know that his mother's mother—his maternal grandmother—is the older sister of Emperor Angelu.
Do you know what this means, wolf flute? He has one-eighth of royal blood. That is to say ~IndoMTL.com~ he was born with the right to inherit the 37th pick of Anglo!
Because of this, he is qualified to become a representative of the Royal School.
It is precisely because of this that he was recognized and selected by ‘it’ because of his achievements in Avalon. Have the qualifications to control its power. "
……
At that moment, Paganini's eyes flashed suddenly, and he finally recognized the ghost that had only appeared in legends and fairy tales.
"Stop!"
He roared, and suddenly stretched out his hand, the broken palm stretched out from the crack, pressed down, intertwined with a frantic melody, and in a flash, he wanted to completely crush the boy into mud and burn to ashes.
But at that moment, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, squeezed it tightly, and pressed hard.
From the ground, I pulled out the gray, inconspicuous, patina and chipped one...
——The sword in the stone! (To be continued.)