Silent Crown Chapter 427: I am sincere!

"Ah! Look, everyone, what a beautiful moonlight!"

On the highest level of the Tower of Judgment, under the quiet moonlight, someone stared at the moonlight beyond the iron fence, chanting intoxicatedly.

Behind the surrounding cell fence, there was dead silence, and everyone couldn't help covering their faces.

The young man seemed unaware of it, turned around, and said expectantly: "It's a beautiful day, so why don't I play for everyone."

Someone's face changed drastically: "Don't! Charles, wait..."

"Oh oh oh~ oh oh~ oh oh~ oh oh~"

Charles began to sing emotionally, full of intoxication: "The beautiful scenery of the holy city, June day~Spring rain is like wine, Liu Ruyan~If you are destined to meet for thousands of miles, it is difficult to hold the opposite hand~

Ten years of cultivation can be the same, a hundred years of cultivation can sleep together~"

The damned song passed through the iron fence and echoed in everyone’s ears, repeating over and over again: "If it is a thousand years, there is good fortune~ The white head is in front of you~ if it is a thousand years, there is good fortune~ White head Concentric in front of you~ la la la la la la~

The prisoners couldn't help covering their faces, looking for earplugs through boxes and cabinets.

Until in the end, the closest victim—his cellmate, the bearded man, was finally unbearable, and suddenly broke the toothbrush handle and pressed it against his throat.

"Shut up Shire!"

He gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Otherwise, I will immediately self-mutilate and let you close the private room!"

"Don't! If you don't like it, I can change it."

Charle was taken aback and looked sad: "I was a genius musician back then, did you know that Triangle Tier 10? Very powerful! Don't believe it? I will knock it for you..."

"As long as you shut up! Let me sleep well, don't bother me!" the strong man roared.

The prisoners in the nearby cell made reconciling sounds, all angrily at the noise source that had recently pushed themselves to the brink of collapse.

Listening to those critical voices, Charlton had tears in his eyes and looked extremely depressed and pathetic.

He blinked his big eyes and looked at his roommate, expectantly: "Don’t you feel so moved after listening and then look at me differently? According to the routine, it should be correct! Isn’t it me? Singing badly?

Give me another chance, I must..."

"Listen, Charles."

The roommate pressed his shoulders and exhausted all his patience and comfort: "I know that after you were arrested, you feel that the future is very gloomy, and there is no hope from now on, so I want to join the revolutionary army. But forgive me. I'll say bluntly, people like you...even if they are outside, we don't accept them..."

"..."

Charle was stunned, unbelievable, and moved closer and pointed to his face: "Look at me, big brother, I can be considered manufacturable anyway! Would you like to think about it?"

The strong man's expression twitched, and he turned his head firmly.

Resolute attitude.

"Why don't you bring such a thing!" Charles panicked: "I came in because you committed a crime. You don't cover me, what should I do! And the bald head next door has been venting every time. Looking at my ass, I'm so scared."

"Fart!"

The strong man was furious: "That bald man is my cousin, he has been squinting for five years!"

"Uh..."

Charlton became embarrassed when he said: "Don't be angry, please discuss with you, why are you thinking about it?"

The burly man's expression was blue, his fingers creaked, and he couldn't bear it.

But as soon as he raised his hand, Charles collapsed on the ground, like boiled noodles, holding his thighs, tears streaming down: "Big brother, please raise your hand and take me away! Oh, I really want to be a revolutionary army...I am sincere!"

The prisoners didn’t expect this **** to be so shameless. Even without a fight, he gave up and hugged his thighs and bowed to his head. There was a sticky nausea of ​​stepping on the brown candy with one foot, each with a weird expression. Constantly shouting angrily.

Until the end, an old voice came from the cell opposite.

"Go to sleep."

In the darkness with no moonlight, the old man leaning on the wall sighed softly, "It's getting late."

Without a word, everyone returned to silence.

Even the violent brawny calmly recovered, lay back on the bed, and stopped talking.

In the embarrassing silence, only Charles, who was limp on the ground, couldn't understand the situation and looked around blankly.

No one cares about him.

After a long time, he got up helplessly, sighing sadly: It seems that the road to undercover is really a long way to go!

But when he was about to go to bed, there was an old man's hoarse voice behind him.

"Your name."

"Huh?"

Charl froze for a moment, then turned around and saw the old man in the cell opposite, who did not know when he had already gotten up.

He walked into the moonlight, stood in front of the railing, and looked at the bewildered young man in the cell opposite.

He is very old, with white hair and not looking dignified. He looks like an old scholar with green eyes. When staring at others, he is like a stone statue carved by an artist-experiencing After so much time honed, just the rough edges and corners make people feel awe and heartbroken.

That is Constantine.

"Your name." Constantine repeated it without any impatience.

"Uh, Xia, Shire..."

"Charles?"

Constantin pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded: "It's a good name. I heard that you are Angelo's musician?"

"Yes, the Music History Department of the Royal Conservatory of Music, I tell you very well, I graduated with a record that broke the record of the past ten years!"

Charlton began to brag shamelessly. Anyway, the only one who graduated from the music history department in the past ten years is a record-breaking.

"That's it." Constantine thoughtfully nodded slightly: "Go to bed and chat with me tomorrow."

"Huh?" Charles was taken aback, and immediately overjoyed: "Ah! Good, good! What do you always want to talk about? May I prepare in advance?"

Constantin smiled, turned around, and went back to the bed.

Charles stared at him blankly for a long time, and when there was no answer, he lay back on the bed in confusion.

No matter what...It seems that the plan to break into the house is about to succeed?

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The next day, early morning.

As the early winter gradually ends, the weather is getting colder and colder.

The water vapor freezes, and a thin layer of ice is condensed on the steel walls of the holy city.

Pedestrians are wearing heavy clothes and cotton clothes, looking bloated and fat. Mr. Hu couldn't avoid being vulgar, adding a large cloak and rubbing his fingers in the cold wind.

People come and go in front of the station in the holy city.

Mr. Hu stood under the steps outside the crowd, staring silently into the distance.

Beside him, the sad **** Zhao urged in a low voice: "Mr. Hu, let's go. The stewards have urged our family many times. If we don't leave, we won't be able to catch the afternoon boat."

"Wait." Mr. Hu smiled in a low voice: "Wait again."

Soon, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded, and the young man in a black coat stepped on the frost on the ground and walked, with long white hair draped over his shoulders, with the color of steel.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Ye Qingxuan looked sorry: "Something happened last night, I slept a little late."

Mr. Hu nodded and saw that he was empty-handed, he suddenly understood: "It seems that you are not going to go back?"

"En."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, "I won't go back for the time being. There are still many people I care about here. I want them to be safe and sound."

Mr. Hu was silent.

He stared at the young man in front of him. After a long time, he stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder: "It doesn't matter, you have a decision in your heart. I won't force it. This kind of thing, I won't come."

The bell rang again.

It's nine o'clock.

"It's time to go. If you don't go, you will be reminded again."

Mr. Hu looked back at the station behind him, and withdrew his gaze: "It's great to see you come and see me before I leave."

"Mr. has a good journey." Ye Qingxuan said goodbye.

Mr. Hu smiled and stepped back. He arched his hands to say goodbye, and the cloak spread out like crane wings in the wind, unspeakably chic.

"After years, I don’t know when we can meet again."

He looked at Ye Qingxuan with relief in his eyes: "Wang Jun cherishes it."

Ye Qingxuan nodded and stood in the distance, watching him turn and leave, disappearing into the crowd.

After a long time, he sighed sadly.

"Sir, take care, too."

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In the station, among the bustling crowd.

Mr. Hu turned his head reluctantly, as if he could still see the young man standing there, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Perhaps he really started to get old. When he was young, he followed the teacher for hundreds of thousands of miles, but now he has become a little weak and afraid of parting.

But at that moment, Mr. Hu's footsteps stopped abruptly.

His induction told him:

Something is coming.

It seems that the world has become silent, and everyone's movements have become extremely slow. In his pair of burning red-gold pupils, dust is visible.

He raised his head, staring at every face that passed by, and finally looked forward, disturbing the crowd of travelers walking forward.

The traveler seemed to come from a faraway place, but he didn't bring a salute, but was dressed in a tattered robe, his hair was dazzling, and he was negligent.

I noticed the look in his eyes, so he looked up, thought about it, and smiled.

The face was plain.

But Mr. Hu's eyes changed, becoming more and more hot, like a flame, condensed into a real fierce burning. Every cell in every part of his body was shaking in ecstasy and trembling, eager to kill and fight.

Inexplicably, those who want to go all out, no matter what, here, fight with this person who has never met before.

Under the black cloak, the hands in the sleeves clenched tightly, and collapsed, restraining the urge to shoot.

For the first time in my life, for no reason...

Want to kill someone.

The traveler didn't seem to notice, he just smiled and passed him by.

In an instant, Mr. Hu fell into a trance.

In a trance, the red-gold pupils finally peeked through the disguise, he saw a hundred hands and a thousand eyes extending from the figure, covering the sky and the sun. In an instant, a great earthquake trembled, the sky burst, and the fire covered the world.

He is stiff in place, sweaty and pale.

For a long time, after a long time, he stepped forward and finally saw the **** Zhao with a blank face.

"Hu, Mr. Hu, what's the matter with you?" He leaned forward~IndoMTL.com~ and asked in a low voice: "Is it because of a sudden illness? Don't blind our family."

"Father-in-law, don't worry." Mr. Hu smiled bitterly, "This is probably...fate?"

He turned his head and stared at the huge city behind him.

Perhaps there is destiny in the dark, intertwined with all sentient beings, but cruelly placed the young man in the center of the storm and the vortex.

Ye Qingxuan, take care.

Here, it's no good.

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At the same time, the sloppy traveler grabbed the silent young man in front of the station.

"Excuse me... excuse me."

He stumbled and asked in lingua franca: "Excuse me, this...location, how do you go?" (To be continued.)