The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 90: Melee (Part 2)
"Uncle."
"Patriarch."
"Farewell this time, there will be no other day to see each other."
"Hey, why bother mother-in-law, I have eaten rice for 60 years for nothing, and finally I have a chance to contribute. It's too late to be happy."
Ten hours ago, the golden yellow Matraktili had just risen from the eastern skyline. The blizzard stopped. Long Zunjun put down the silver egg in his hand and exhaled two long white smoke from his nostrils. He moved his left hand. Putting it on his chest, he lowered his head slightly: "Look at it, uncle, it's just a bit too close, I can't stop..."
"Let's go, let's go, I can still sleep in the cage, as the saying goes, open the river fish, lay the hens, return to the cage, and the second room wife are the four fragrances in the world. You guys hurry up and walk with the owner of the house, don't disturb me Have a sweet dream of Xiangxiang." Long Hanjiang lay on the ground with his head in his hands, driving others away impatiently,
Long Zunjun didn’t say much any more, turned around and carried his bag and strode forward, his boots raised a little dust, and the remnants of the emerald tree pierced into the sky like a huge cross, "Shidian, Ah Ying, let’s go." Ordered, the young man with broad shoulders immediately followed in the footsteps of the Patriarch. He took fifteen steps and looked back: "Miss..."
"I won't run away." The black tights were covered in a white sheepskin coat, and the face under the fur hat looked thin and indifferent. Long Ji calmly replied, "I will follow wherever I go."
"Very good, very good. It would not be worth it to die in vain like Shiyin. That guy had kept us from us for so long. If the owner hadn't noticed the clue to visit the sentry in the middle of the night, I'm afraid he is still there today. Tell the people behind our whereabouts." A man emerged from her shadow, laughed dryly, and then jumped into the shadow of Long Shidian and disappeared.
The group of people walked away slowly, leaving the bald-headed old man lying under the tree, silently waiting for the moment to come. When Long Zunjun was leaving, he told him that the tracker would arrive at sunset. As long as he hides and waits patiently, those people will be able to Finding a way to enter the emerald tree, Long Hanjiang slept for a while, feeling hungry, took out the frozen beef and salt, took out the jug from the embers of the campfire last night, drank and ate meat to fill up Belly, the time seems to be very long, I punched three times, slept for an afternoon, the sun was late and slanted,
"Hey, day monster." Long Hanjiang rubbed his stiff neck and sneezed. The time was about to go. He decided to find a place to hide, jumped up and threw a punch on the emerald tree ruins. Big hole, the old man got into the hole, sealed the hole with clumped ashes, and then adjusted his breath to weaken the breath as much as possible. His heart should have been a little nervous, but on the contrary, he was surprisingly calm, "Sixty years, oh, whole Sixty years."
Long Hanjiang is the weakest member of the twelve generations of the Long Family. When Long Hanri provoked the Long Family beams and his peers in the Xingtang, Shadow Sect, Control Crane Mansion and even the Presbyterian Church, he still Practicing martial arts alone in the other courtyard. He grew up to twenty-four years old. The bloodline ability was not awakened. The Long Family’s "Nine Methods" had no specialization. The children arranged for the fireworks department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to manage the daily lives of the 180 chefs in the clan’s compound. This is undoubtedly a lack of fat, but for the ancient family of martial arts, this is a post for the elderly who have done nothing. I never said that everyone's eyes looking at Long Hanjiang are still full of contempt,
Until Long Zunjun appeared, that year Long Hanjiang was 36 years old and still worked in the Fireworks Department. Long Zunjun was just eighteen, but he was already the commander of the Dragon Army in the Control Crane Mansion. The future is exactly the opposite. Long Zunjun passed by the fireworks site, glanced at this humble elder, and immediately stopped: "Uncle, can you take a step to speak."
"Hey, just say if you have anything." Long Hanjiang squinted. He was mad with jealousy of these promising Long Family elites, but his face became colder and colder.
"For so many years, I have suffered for you." Who would have thought that Long Zunjun bowed deeply, "The Dragon Army will send a letter to the governor of the Control Crane Mansion tomorrow to send an order to the Fire Engineering Department of the House of Internal Affairs. , I will meet in the Dragon Army from tomorrow, uncle."
"What, why, why, why." Pointing to his nose, Long Hanjiang thought it was a joke,
"Because you are strong." The future Patriarch stretched out his right hand, his right hand clenched his fist, his fist trembling slightly, sweat leaking from his fingers, "Maybe better than everyone in the Long House."
In this way, Long Hanjiang became the deputy chief of the fourth team of the Dragon Army in a daze. Except for Long Zunjun, no one could discover the strength in him. The young Patriarch said when he picked up the night talk. The truth: "Uncle, in fact, your bloodline abilities have long been awakened, but no one can tell. What you possess is the power of'Fan Sha', one of the only six scarlet letter abilities in the Long Family Secret Code. In the past few years, only one of the clan’s children gained this ability, but it almost caused the disaster of destroying the entire mansion."
"Hey, it's impossible." Long Hanjiang roared, "I have lived for more than 30 years. I don't know if I have any ability." He slapped the wine bowl into pieces and broke the porcelain. Pierced the palm of the hand, the blood mixed with the wine flowing all over the table,
Long Zunjun looked like a torch: "Uncle, not only you don’t know, no one knows that the Patriarch, the Presbyterian Church, and those stupid people in high positions can know that Fan Sha is not an ability that can be manipulated, but it brings terror. The seed of the disease, the only condition that can trigger it is the death of the person with the bloodline ability. Once dying, the death energy in the blood cannot be suppressed by vitality, and it will immediately turn into a swift plague. There is no antidote and no cure. Severely plagued, a city can be slaughtered in one night." He fiddled with the blood wine on the table with his chopsticks, "Look carefully, these little black spots in the blood are the seeds of'Fan Sha', the reason why you can't practice Long Family The Nine Laws is because the energy of the whole body is used to fight against the plague seeds, and the vitality is consumed invisibly."
"Huh." Long Shaking Jiang was stunned for a while, "That is to say, when I die, this Gouri's bloodline ability will only occur."
Long Zunjun nodded without hesitation: "Exactly."
"Then I am still a useless person. You drew me over to treat me as a living bomb. One day when the soldiers approached the city, I was hacked to death and thrown into the enemy, right?" Long Shake Jiang suddenly laughed sadly,
Long Zunjun categorically said: "That's it."
With such a frank attitude, Long Hanjiang didn’t know what to do. He looked directly into the other’s eyes, and the young man who was about to become the head of the Long Family in ten years’ time said word by word: "I will give you an official position, and give your subordinates. , Give you food, give you gold and silver jewelry, give you a woman, give you anything you want, this is not to win, but for your'strong'. There are no axioms in this world, only the strong and the weak, the strong can Get everything, the weak are humble and become mud, I want to become stronger, stand out, step on this long house and look around the world, with the help of my uncle, my'strong' will become stronger, no matter if I encounter it in this life When you have to use the power of'Fan Sha', I will respect you and love you like every strong man until the day when you reach the top, uncle, are you willing to spend your life like a dog, or stand still By my side, accompany me to win the world together."
Looking at Long Zunjun’s burning pupils, Long Hanjiang grabbed the jug and poured a few guts of wine, threw the bottle violently, and knelt on one knee with a plop: "Hey, I am not afraid of death. , What else is terrible, just follow you to do it."
"No, not following me." The young man smiled and pulled him up, "Being with me, watching what I can do."
Decades of time are fleeting, and Long Hanjiang can hardly remember what happened in the middle. In a blink of an eye, he hides himself in this icy and snowy place, waiting for the moment he promised 28 years ago, and the young man of that year has become The Patriarch of the Long Family walked out of the Long Family Mansion again and became a traitor who survived the disaster of the Massacre. Long Hanjiang understood that the Patriarch’s heart contained a greater vision. The Long Family, the Liang Sui Kingdom, the Eastern Continent, and even this world could not allow him to stretch his hands and feet. , The old man never doubted Long Zunjun’s decision. The terrible man who had been unpredictable for twenty-eight years never made a mistake. His strength, calmness and wisdom are convincing.
If you want him to die, he will die,
The seeds in the blood began to take root, and the power of the once-in-a-life "Fan Sha" finally awakened from a deep sleep. The sound of footsteps in the dim distance entered the eardrums, and Long Hanjiang knew that the people he was waiting for were coming. , The time he has to wait is here,
"You..." The oak elf's voice stopped abruptly. The thorns halo that could bounce off all attacks was useless, because a finger of Long Shaojiang burst into a black blood mist, and the plague spread within a second. All over the elves, taking the life of the ancient guardian,
When the stormy magical attack came, Long Hanjiang spread out his hands and relaxed all defenses. The vitality in his body has been drained, and the thick slurry flowing in the blood vessels contains countless "fans". The blood of the plague of Sha" seeds,
"Kill them all. Once the elves die, the door will be opened forever. When we come back to harvest the last secret treasure, we will no longer see you, uncle." Long Zunjun's words sounded in his ears,
"I'm not afraid." Long Qianjiang murmured,
If you want him to die, he will die,
"Crackling..." The invisible wind blew up, and the sticky flesh and blood began to dry quickly. The scabs protruded with countless small bumps, and the bumps burst out creepy black seeds, flying all over the sky, and the plague was new. The emerald tree spread quickly, like a ripple blowing across the calm water. Before the magical creatures could figure out what was going on, they fell one after another, and countless black spots appeared all over their bodies.
"Give up defense, go upstairs, and suppress these particles with the wind at a high place." Elliott shouted sharply, "...In addition, don't let anyone infected with the disease follow, and never show mercy."