Chapter 388

"I... just want to ask younger martial sister what she likes. I'll bring you some in Japan."

Chu Zihang held back for a long time, and finally became the most common "greetings with local specialties"

Xia MI was stunned when she heard the speech. She didn't feel that Chu Zihang was too old-fashioned. Why didn't she buy it directly back to the college? Instead, she had to ask herself.

As some "chicken soup" always say, if boys really love you, they should buy it for you directly, not ask.

But Xia Mi doesn't think so. She's just surprised now... Chu Zihang asked about his preferences and bought himself gifts!?

Did this guy take the wrong medicine?

So many days do not contact, how suddenly call, turn sex?

"Well..."

After Xia Mi regained consciousness, a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I like it as long as it is bought by senior brother... Do you think I would say that?"

Chu Zihang's face was expressionless and returned to his normal facial paralysis, which made Xia Mi a little unable again.

"Well, well, actually I don't need anything, but if elder martial 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 he lay in bed, holding his mobile phone, turned over and looked at the side of the wall.

"Xia MI, what are you doing?"

At this time, a lonely female voice sounded under the bed, which made Xia Mi come back. It was zero.

Zero looked up at Xia Mi's posture. His expression could compete with Chu Zihang's facial paralysis, but he actually felt very strange in his heart.

Are you really a dragon king?

Turn your back to my face. Won't your aunt smile at this time?

"Oh, it's just that I'm not comfortable lying down. Just change my position."

Xia Mi's tone was stiff. She almost forgot that there were others in the dormitory.

At this time, on the other side of the ocean, Chu Zihang looked at the hung up phone.

Brother Caesar didn't teach himself in this situation!

Let me guess?

How do I know what Xia Mi wants?

When you think about it, it's really distressing.

Xia MI is not like her mother, not even a normal girl.

What will he bring as a gift?

skin care products?

But Xia Mi's skin is very good. He is also the Dragon King. Won't he lose it?

Cosmetics?

But to be fair, Xia MI is indeed the most beautiful girl she has ever seen. It seems that she doesn't need any other embellishment, such as the clean and flawless pretty face carved by God himself

Doll? Too naive

Xia Mi doesn't like playing games and doesn't often watch dramas

Chu Zihang suddenly found that he seemed to have been found out by Xia MI, but he knew nothing about Xia MI.

He didn't even know each other's preferences, and it was too difficult to guess what a dragon king really liked.

If you can't figure it out... Ask for off-site assistance.

Making a quick decision, Chu Zihang rushed directly to brother Caesar's room.

As for brother Lu... He's gone out with Hua Liyi. He doesn't think he can consult Mangfu about this kind of thing.

However, Chu Zihang was not satisfied with the answer given by Caesar this time.

Caesar said casually, "just guess. As long as you don't step on 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, just like he can never guess nono, so if he wants to give any gifts, he is too lazy to ask.

Anyway, the little witch will try to tease and tease herself. In order to dominate, he often makes a surprise attack with some creative big scenes.

Although... Sometimes I will be scolded by nono for being very two.

After taking 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 brother Caesar said, according to his own random speculation, ready to accompany the hand ceremony?

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At night, the cold wind blew over the sea, blowing the ends of men's hair on the deck.

Three men in combat clothes stood in front of him. Their golden pupils were so dazzling in the dark night, but they were trembling and afraid to breathe.

They didn't know each other before, but they all vaguely heard each other's names in the organization. They are absolute elites and monarchs of mixed race.

But that's a foreign name. Even though they often call themselves so, and in the essence of evolution, they have indeed walked a certain distance on the road of gods, no one dares to call themselves a monarch in front of the people in front of them.

Because men once caught alive... The real first generation.

Without the original monarch, there would be no evolutionary medicine, let alone those who achieved strength with evolutionary medicine.

A few days ago, the three were still around the world, but today they were urgently summoned to meet their boss, the strongest... Mixed race monarch.

"Has the submersible been 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 he didn't even light up the golden pupil, but his majesty dominated the sea area.

The golden pupils of the three men were just forced to open. They must try their best to stimulate the dragon blood in their bodies in order to reluctantly resist the supreme majesty.

"Ready."

The man named aslanda spoke. He was the strongest among several people and knew the precise use of various instruments.

"Shouldn't I have to repeat the task goal?"

The boss glanced at the people in front of him.

"Will follow the process."

Aslanda replied that he didn't say anything like "remember", "we'll cheer up" and "please rest assured".

Because he knows that what the boss wants is not those. What the boss wants is the result and the implementation according to the process arranged by him.

Their task is to re dive into the deep sea below 8000 meters and go to the depths of the Japanese trench to get something.

"Start diving."

After the boss nodded, several hybrid monarchs began to cooperate to put a circular submersible into the water, enter one by one and close it.

There was no test, because they should have been ready for these things. At this time, re inspection can only show that they were not prepared before, which will upset the boss.

As the dark tide rolled by, the trace of the submersible disappeared on the sea.

On the deck of the cargo ship, only the middle-aged man in black windbreaker was left. He looked up at the half moon in the air, and his eyes reflected a faint light.

"It's different from what I expected, but it must be done. It's also for you."

The man muttered to himself. At the end, there was another tenderness in his words.

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In the simple courtyard, the wind sounded. Chu Zihang held jealousy and used all kinds of knife moves he had learned, including the new skills taught to him by brother Lu.

He wants to be a self disciplined person. Brother Lu and painted pear clothes go out to play during the day. Brother Caesar goes to find brother yuan to talk about the past. He can't guess Xia MI. Let's... Exercise first.

Immersed in Sabre surgery, his mood will gradually calm down, just like he always likes playing basketball.

"Brother Caesar, what's the matter with you?"

Chu Zihang looked at Caesar coming back and stopped his moves. He was puzzled.

At this time, Caesar came in from the side door and limped. He was stopped by Chu Zihang, and his face was stiff for a moment.

"Nothing, just a little communication with brother yuan."

Caesar explained casually, then quickened his pace and returned to his room.

In the daytime, after chatting with Yuan Zhisheng, he had a little competition, and the result was not ideal.

Even with Caesar's confidence, he was a little depressed at this time.

Why did the people around him become so abnormal one by one?

Obviously, the last time he saw yuan Zhisheng, the other party was just very physical and had a good voice.

If the tactics are correct, he feels that he can suppress yuan Zhisheng and even defeat the other party by cooperating with "former" Chu Zihang. If he is alone, he has complete weapons and the power of the first war on a specific site.

But he competed with Yuan Zhisheng in a woodland of Sheqi Bajia. It's like seeing a ghost. Yuan Zhisheng's speed can break through the sound speed!

His sickle weasel can't keep up with the sound. As for the use of blood sucking sickle in case of blood burst, he will slow down a step in front of extreme speed.

The result of the duel is self-evident. Yuan Zhisheng killed himself in a few seconds. He had no reaction time at all, and he had no ability to do the opposite when he was close.

Of course, Yuan Zhisheng didn't hurt him, but he shot when he fell in order to avoid yuan Zhisheng's attack, and finally fell from a very high tree... He fell on his leg.

Of course, he would not tell Chu Zihang about such embarrassing details. No matter how good the relationship is, he is not only a friend but also an opponent.

Chu Zihang continued to practice his knife and didn't ask Caesar, but he already knew what had happened. At this time, he still had to take care of brother Caesar's self-esteem.

It was very late. Seeing that brother Lu and Hua Liyi didn't return, they knew that the two people would not return tonight, so they washed and went back to their room to have a rest.

Caesar looked at the prepared medical box in the room, and his face was black for a moment.

He looked back at the outside of his eyes, then closed the door, opened the medical box and began to deal with the injury on his leg. He was a little sprained and slightly swollen.

It's not a problem. It's almost good to sleep.

After everything was done, Caesar lay on the bed made of tatami, talked with nono for a while, and was ready to rest.

The spirit of mixed race is strong, but except for some special times, he is also more self-discipline and has a good work and rest.

I don't know why, I've always been sleepy recently, and the time to sleep in bed is much faster.

Consciousness gradually blurred

In the cathedral late at night, the priest recited the Scriptures in a magnetic voice.

"Lord, let the dead rest in peace and shine an eternal light on their spirit; Lord, your children sing your name in Zion and your supremacy in Jerusalem; Lord, listen to our prayers, and everyone will come before you and be judged; Lord, give us mercy."

The public address system repeatedly played Verdi's requiem mass. The singing of this mourning chorus echoed in the huge space, as ethereal as a stray bird.

The grand and solemn funeral had just ended, and the mourning people had dispersed. The ancient Gothic church was particularly empty. Violet curtains hung on the dome, and handfuls of white roses were red by candlelight.

The central altar was filled with silver candlesticks, each with six lighted white candles, like a glowing thorn.

In the center of the thorn bush is a beautiful hexagonal coffin. Its cover plate is crystal clear crystal glass, so that the mourning people can clearly see the faces of the dead.

Through the crystal glass, sleeping among the white roses is a woman in a long white dress. She is so beautiful and peaceful that people will mistakenly think she is taking a nap, and even dare not make a sound, for fear of disturbing her quiet and beautiful dream.

There was only one living man left in the whole church, a 13-year-old boy, wearing a fit black suit, a beautiful white bow tie, a crucifix of Jesus' crucifixion on his chest, sea blue eyes and golden hair.

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 ceiling window of parquet glass, he can always see into the night sky.

But there are no stars tonight, the black cirrus clouds in the sky are flowing rapidly, and the crows are calling monotonously on the top of the church.

The world is so quiet... It seems that he is alone.

But many people are whispering with a smile, crystal glass glasses collide with each other, silver forks knock on the dinner plate, drunken men invite women to dance, and women's sharp heels knock on the ground... It seems that a devil's feast is being held with laughter.

And not far away, there is really a banquet being held.

According to the custom of the church, after the funeral, when the mourning guests are sent away, the family members will gather, and the priest will preside over a mass, and then receive the Eucharist.

The party was in line with etiquette, but it was too lively and noisy. It seemed like a grand celebration.

Celebrate the... Death of the woman in this coffin?

They didn't want the boy to know they were so happy, so they specially arranged the place of the dinner party in the basement and carefully closed the heavy wooden door. Where boys don't know, they can be reckless and revel wantonly.

But the little dark shadow invisible to ordinary people "slipped" out of the door. It is so light and thin, just like a paper cut bat. There is no place in the world that it can't reach.

The dark shadow flew over the long corridor and the cold night, flew into the tight church, flew over the thorns of candlelight, and lay on the boy's shoulder to send a whisper in the dark night to its king.

"Children are like this. They will be sentimental, but they will always grow up.".

Thousands of shadows that only boys can perceive shuttle between the basement and the church. They fall on the boy's shoulders and cover the whole place. With each more shadow, the boy's suppressed anger is more abundant.

That's... Sickle weasel!

Each sickle weasel brought back a word or a string of laughter, so the slightest sound at the luxury dinner was delayed for a few seconds and reappeared in the boys' ears. Even the heartbeat and breathing of men and women were captured and sent.

If anyone could see these sickle weasels, it would be a most shocking scene - the brilliant Milan Cathedral is now like a bat cave, with black shadows coming and going like a spring tide, and some hovering over the boy's head to form a huge black vortex.

The boy covered by the shadows listened quietly, and thousands of black wings stretched out beside him, just like a big black flag.

This is not the field that normal sickle weasel users can have at all. He transcends the rules of mixed race. Sickle weasels submit to him as they submit to the monarch!

But in this world, there is indeed the power to surpass the "rules". Under the power of boys, the Holy Church has become a place of taboo like a devil's sacrifice!

"Are you going to cremate her body?"

The boy heard the sound again.

"Gulwig's last name is finally over. Let's turn everything into ashes and cremate it tomorrow."

"Caesar has been lying there for three days. Doesn't it matter?"

The boy in the church tilted his head slightly, Caesar? The name sounds familiar

"Children are like this. They will be sentimental, but they will always 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'd feel more natural if he cried, but did you notice his expression at the funeral? It's his mother."

"Children are so strange sometimes, even if they have unparalleled blood. Don't worry about it. Every strange child will grow up."

The boy looked at his hands. Do I have... Incomparable blood?

The voice in his ear was so sharp that the veins on his forehead were exposed, and the shadows rushed at him like a tide, but they seemed to be aware of the monarch's anger and lingered outside.

It was like an invisible barrier opened around the boy. The shadows dared not cross the barrier, turned around, and finally gathered into a long black dragon and left from the open window.

Everything was quiet. The boy got up slowly and went to the depths of the church, where something was covered with a black rainproof cloth.

The boy's ears recalled the people's celebration of his mother's death, sharp and twisted one after another.

At this time, the music happened to go to the second section of requiem mass, the day of wrath

"On the day of wrath, the world will turn to ashes, as David and Mississippi predicted. How will the world tremble when the day of judgment comes and all things are strictly measured?"

The whole church resounded with this high song like divine power, fire and thunder.

The heavy hammer fell on the big drum, like lightning walking through the dark clouds. The thick male voice and loud female voice were mixed, just like the judgment of the coming of the end. Thousands of angels flew in the sky, singing God's power, and white wings covered the sky and earth.

This famous song is not only written to mourn the death, but also a song of judgment!

Everything around seemed unreal, but the boy sang along inexplicably. His pronunciation was the best trained, with high pitched and thick, and every sound was a majestic sound!

He tore off the black rainproof cloth

That's a motorcycle, a Fatboy low seat special version made by Harley Davidson, but this Harley is much smaller than the ordinary version. Although each part meets Harley's quality requirements, this little guy is like a group of little brothers in Harley's big brother, and the seat height is only two-thirds of the normal version.