diskusbooks Chapter 170 Slogans
Chapter 170 Slogans
Chapter 170 Slogan
The magic method of transforming into a dragon, this is a familiar term.
During the years when he played the role of Jingnian, when Danfeng had not yet transformed, the elders of Chiming were clamoring, and the requests they submitted to the Ten Kings Division always involved these four words.
Calling aliens dragon descendants and reincarnating them like vidyadharas is enough to drive people crazy.
"Will you dream about it?"
Yannian whispered repeatedly. After all, he now controlled Danfeng's body - the blood of the Dragon Ancestor would respond to the Dragon Lords of all generations.
It was late at night, and the world outside the window seemed hazy and distant under the moonlight. Yannian's consciousness also began to fade away, and was gradually drowned out by the chirping of summer insects.
【why? 】
【Brother, why did you shut me out? 】
A familiar voice came to his ears, and Yannian suddenly opened his eyes.
The humid air condensed into mist. Yannian ran in with a somewhat anxious look on his face. He couldn't have heard it wrong. It was Xiaoju's voice.
"Xiaoju——"
"How ridiculous... I did so much for you, but even at the last moment, I still didn't get a response from you."
[I won't fail. There must be something wrong.]
The mist dissipated and time froze in an afternoon.
A young man in a dark purple assassin's suit stood in front of a wooden stake, brandishing a dagger with sharp eyes. Next to him stood a young man with orange cat ears, his face cold.
"The tenth rule of the Assassin's Code: The art of assassination requires precision, speed, and leaving no trace. A single moment's mistake can cost you your life."
"Your strength is still too weak. I'll punish you by giving you another 20,000 swings."
"Yes, father." The young man breathed slightly and continued to wave the dagger in his hand.
Yannian stood aside, his eyes fluctuating.
The boy wielding the dagger looked like he was twelve years old. At that time, he had not yet become the chief assassin, but was just a half-baked one with insufficient strength, so his father often asked him to practice more.
My father never smiled, and neither did my mother.
Because the first rule of an assassin is to have no emotions.
"Why am I seeing these?" Yannian covered his forehead with his hands, his face pale.
It was as if someone was peeping into his memory.
The sun is scorching, the air is filled with hot air, and the heat waves are making the fallen leaves fly.
The blade of the dagger cut through the air, making a slight sound of breaking wind. The boy numbly repeated the movements over and over again, striving to be faster and more accurate.
The father had long since disappeared, until the setting sun lengthened the boy's shadow.
"Brother, take a rest. I brought some water and food." Yan Ju appeared behind him with a food box. With a smile in his warm yellow eyes, he walked past Yan Nian's shadow and walked towards the young man in training.
Yannian's mind was in a mess. He subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab Yanju's hand, but he couldn't.
Seeing the person coming, the young man stopped what he was doing, his cold expression became a little awkward and gentle, and he instantly let down his guard.
The two of them sat side by side under a tree. Yan Ju smiled and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from the boy's forehead.
"Xiaoju..." Yannian walked up to Yanju with complicated eyes. The younger brother in his memory was always so wonderful, but this beauty had long been reduced to ashes.
After a short rest, the boy went back to training. Yan Ju cleaned up the dishes and stood up. He silently glanced at the boy's back and left alone.
Yannian followed behind.
He wanted to look at his brother a few more times.
As they got further and further away from the training ground, the fog suddenly became thicker, making it difficult for Yannian to see Yanju clearly.
Until a corner, Yan Ju stopped and let out a light laugh with a long tail.
"It's a bit slow, but it doesn't matter, there's still time."
"For me, success is inevitable—"
The lazy voice was mixed with some hoarseness, forming a nonchalant tone, making Yan Ju behind the fog seem like a different person.
Yannian frowned and was about to speak when he woke up from his dream. He looked at the table, but his spirit had not yet returned.
"It's a dream...right?" Yannian said in a low voice.
That was his brother, and it must have been fake in the end.
"It's a dream."
Yannian spoke in a firm tone, without any hesitation.
The people watching outside the window looked at each other and hummed in confusion. Why did they feel that Long Zun had become much more drowsy after waking up? Besides, at this time of the day, he would either be reading or practicing his marksmanship. It was rare for him to go to bed early.
the other side.
Dan Feng followed Dan Kun home and was temporarily pulled into several meetings. Several tribesmen and he had an in-depth discussion on the topic of "Where to wear the wooden shackles on the Dragon Statue."
"The tail must be worn, just in case. Two more circles should be placed on the dragon's horns, so that they are symmetrical and perfect."
"Perfect what? He still has hands and feet."
"Then we can make four more, one for each wrist and one for each ankle. That should be fine, right?"
"No, the Dragon Lord still has a mouth and can forcefully kiss people. How terrifying! It must be locked."
"It's terrible." The tribesmen looked at Dan Feng in panic, waiting for his decision.
It can be said that they are worthy of being an out-and-out anti-Long Zun faction. Only a few hours have passed, and they have written 648 sets of plans, including accompanying drawings. Dan Feng's eyes twitched, and he flipped through a few of them with a dark face.
There are only positions he can't think of, and no limits for his tribe members.
You even don't let go of the anus, are you still a vipassana?
abnormal.
Seeing that Lord Fusheng looked unhappy, the clan members swallowed their saliva, fearing that they were too soft-hearted and didn't lock the door tightly enough, which would make Fusheng unhappy.
The only sound in the conference room was the scraping of paper by fingertips. A tribesman whispered uncomfortably, "Fu, Master Fusheng, could you please say a word?"
"You don't speak, and everyone is scared."
Dan Feng looked up and everyone was looking at him eagerly.
"There are so many plans, I need to think deeply for a few days. Is there anything else you want to report?"
"If not, let's adjourn." Dan Feng resisted the urge to chop these people to death and pretended to be calm, but the tribesmen showed strange expressions.
Is this still the same Lord Fusheng?
I should have scolded them for not being ruthless enough, and then said, "What a poor plan! Be bolder and feed Long Zun some cat poop coffee."
Moreover, her smile was not gentle, her expression was stiff and not elegant at all.
"Master Fusheng, tomorrow's reception is for Jianshou Jingliu to discuss matters related to the social gathering in a few days."
"She's not easy to deal with."
The tribesmen suddenly remembered this matter and imagined that Lord Fusheng must have focused on this matter. After all, ensuring that the Immortal Boat does not interfere in the internal affairs of the Ming Dynasty is the top priority.
"Don't worry, I have my own solution." Dan Feng said a few perfunctorily and pretended to listen to a few more plans patiently - except for torturing Long Zun in various ways, there was nothing substantial.
Sure enough, the core secrets have to be found in Fusheng’s study or room.
After finally waiting until the end, Dan Feng couldn't wait to stand up, but saw that none of the tribesmen had left. Instead, they stood in a neat row, staring at him.
"Lord Fusheng, it's that time again today." The tribesmen spoke with a solemn tone and raised their right fists.
Dan Feng was stunned and glanced at Dan Kun. The other party also raised his right fist and stood at the front, reading aloud passionately.
Under everyone's expectant gaze, Dan Feng gritted his teeth and slowly raised his right hand.
“Without hard work and effort, the future is meaningless; without struggle and effort, life is in vain.”
"We are candles whose tears have dried, burning ourselves to illuminate the next generation of reincarnations, so that we can live a carefree life in the afterlife."
"We are pioneers who are brave enough to change. Together we can break iron, and development relies on innovation. We are willing to forge ahead with Master Fusheng on the unknown road ahead."
"The Vajra Master lives forever, and the Dragon Lord is Kun." The tribesmen foamed at the mouth as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Dan Feng: “…”