Fairy’s Box

Tagore Province, Lisbon.

Surant stood at the top of the skyscraper, quietly looking down at the beach below through the glazed windows. There was a dense white rain outside, and it fell silently, like thousands of silver threads falling to the ground underfoot.

There were bursts of hustle and bustle in the space behind. Gentlemen and celebrities in luxurious clothes were walking through the hall, clinking glasses friendly to each other, but they turned a blind eye to the lady next to the floor-to-ceiling window.

She is not a vulgar fan.

The young girl was wearing a burgundy evening dress, which outlined her curvaceous figure to a charming curve. Under the short skirt were a pair of slender and straight long legs. The light lip gloss outlines the unique charm of mature women, and with the gorgeous and delicate face like summer flowers, the whole body reveals a swan-like proud and glamorous temperament.

She quietly stood in the high-end restaurant of the Crystal Grape Building, quietly put her hand on the floor-to-ceiling glass, her light blue slightly curly long hair sprinkled down her shawl, and looked down attentively.

The surrounding guests didn't seem to notice this person at all, or regarded her as air. Their reserved and elegant communication and deliberately decorated conversations all became the background of this girl's existence.

Below is a sandy beach that meets the sea, and to the east is a piece of artificially planted vegetation - coconut palms. On the north side of the sandy land and the shallow sea, a natural sea bathing beach is built, and there is a wide plain lawn on the side of the bathing beach for tourists to rest.

The rain fell all over the beach, the scenery dotted with yellow sand and green trees was immersed in a rain curtain, and a string of water droplets dripped from the umbrellas of pedestrians. The wind blowing from the sea brings water dragons one after another, and in the late autumn season, there is a wet water vapor everywhere.

"..."

She stared down attentively and put her hand on the glass, her wine-red eyes shrank slightly, revealing a bit of a sharp look, her gaze from west to east, as if she was investigating something.

To the west of the beach is a long defensive wall, which is somewhat similar in form to a fortress. Along a path, winding and winding, surrounded by lush greenery, a group of buildings full of classical atmosphere stands in the very center of the woods.

It used to be the most famous maritime museum in the Lisbon area, where the ancient ruins of the legendary lost continent were sealed, including the horn of the sea king, which is said to have the power to rule the sea. People think it really has power, just think it is a precious antique.

The museum closed down due to poor management 20 years ago. After several changes, the management rights were finally sold to a large local businessman. In order to turn losses into profits, the big businessman decided to transform it into a sea-view tourist area. Except for the core headquarters, most of the buildings were demolished and rebuilt. The Crystal Grape Building is located on the periphery of the tourist area.

Under the concentrated management of big businessmen, the tourist area quickly recovered its prosperity, and the museum that collects countless treasures has also become a highlight here. However, businessmen only have the right to operate, and the right to store and supervise the collection is in the hands of the government. Even now, there are still a lot of guards watching over them day and night.

"Neptune Horn..."

The young girl murmured a syllable silently, and suddenly opened the glazed partition, and the wind with rain from the outside rolled in instantly, enclosing her in the rain curtain.

"call……"

She took a deep breath and opened her arms to the rain-filled sky outside. The next second, the figure disappeared from the hall, as if it had never existed.

"Hey! It's so cold!"

"Strange! Who opened the window?"

"The wind is blowing in, close the windows."

Everyone was taken aback by the rain that suddenly plunged into the room. Several gentlemen and ladies near the window were even drenched in soup, and they hurriedly walked over and pushed the window up.

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In front of the museum, the glazed revolving door was pushed open at an angle, and cold rain and wind swept in, soaking the smooth marble floor.

"who?"

The guards were alert, raised their rapid-fire guns, and aimed at the door.

Outside the gate, the wet sea breeze blew swiftly, and Surante's burgundy skirt spread out, like a pair of beautiful wings, her long curly hair fluttered gently, and she held a small golden harp in her arms.

"Stop! It's raining heavily today, the museum is closed, and no tourists are allowed."

"Please turn around and leave, otherwise the light cannon is ruthless."

"Stop! Get closer to the museum and you'll be classified as a dangerous person."

The guard raised the silver-white gun barrel, aimed at the ghostly shadow in the rain screen, dutifully advised, and at the same time decisively input vindictiveness.

"..."

Surante's eyes were hazy, and she continued to approach indifferently. With her long and white fingers, she brushed the harp, and a series of smooth syllables suddenly rippled in the space. As her fingers played, the dreamy notes followed the sea breeze. spread.

In the pattering rain, strange music suddenly came. This sound did not seem to come from the harp, but permeated every corner of the space, penetrating into the eardrums like threads.

"What sound, in what direction is the sound source?"

"Where did the piano sound come from?"

"It's that woman, it must be that woman!"

The guards realized that there was something wrong with the sound of the violin, but for some reason, they couldn't generate any resistance, as if their hearts and souls were melted into this pure musical symbol.

Cold and beautiful, it rang in my ears like the sound of nature, as if in this world full of rain, countless elves had surfaced, flying gracefully and singing in the rain.

This qin sound is so ethereal and clear, it is not like the sound that can be found in this world, only the sea, only the rhythm of the ocean can breed such beautiful notes.

"Dad, come on, come with me, I'm so scared."

"Dear, have you seen me? Come, come to me, we can be together again."

"Child, you have grown up, come closer and let grandma see your face."

The guards opened their eyes at the same time, and they saw the huge door with golden rays of light opened in front of them.

"Son! My son! Don't be afraid, Dad is here!"

A guard put down his rapid-fire gun with tears in his eyes and rushed to the door desperately, trying to hug his son who passed away in his early years. But in reality, he took out the short sword stuck in his waist and cut his throat with one sword.

In the ethereal sound of the piano in the sky, the guards seemed to be stunned.

In the pool of blood, the girl in red entered the museum with an indifferent expression, her skirt swaying slightly with the pace, she passed through several exhibition stands, and finally stopped in front of a quaint horn with a dull color.

The dark golden horn was quietly sealed in the display stand, and the surface was covered with fine tadpole-shaped characters. The complicated and inexplicable strange runes seemed to contain some kind of magic, and they tightly attracted her eyes to it. extricate themselves.

Ka-!

The glass on the surface of the display table cracked a hole, and the horn of the Sea King floated up and fell into a white and soft palm.

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The stars are dazzling, the moon is like water, and the sea shakes slightly under the stars and the moon, boundless.

The icy sea water is constantly scouring the black reefs on the shore, and the entire coast is bare and full of black stones, like a steel-cast dam in the blue sea.

Sulent stood on the seashore, his fingers brushed the strings of the piano, and the ethereal and ethereal music sounded again. As the notes drifted into the sea with the wind, countless bubbles suddenly rose on the surface of the blue sea.

Those bright bubbles shattered when they reached the surface of the water, tearing a deep gap in the sea. The next second, the girl in red opened her hands, and her figure fell into the sea like a light fallen leaf.

Passing through the sea water tens of thousands of yards deep, the huge azure enchantment appeared in front of her like a space-time crystal wall, repelling the sea water above. Surant's figure passed through the barrier unhindered and fell to the dry marble floor.

Lost Continent - Atlantis.

Clear, transparent, bright, like the most beautiful silk satin, the purest and brightest gem.

The sea water flowed slightly above her head, silently, and on both sides of the marble road, there were large and small buildings made of coral. That ubiquitous blue is the luster of sea water, filling every inch of space.

"..."

Surant held the horn of the Sea King, with a hajj-like look on his face, and walked slowly along the road. The burgundy stiletto women's shoes stepped on the slate and beat out an inexplicable smooth rhythm.

Above the field of vision, there is an endless azure blue, slightly rippling across the deep sea barrier that does not seem to exist. On the ground, countless seaweeds rose and fell with the air current, and the light shrouded overhead, and it was vaguely visible that fishes were swimming by in groups, not knowing where they were going.

In front of it is a tall spire-style palace, the highest point reaches the sea water, and the buildings on both sides cannot see the edge.

"Oh, a woman, it seems that we have another colleague." A mocking voice came from her ear.

"..."

Surante turned to look behind him, a burly blue-haired youth with a sleepy girl in his arms, walked towards him with cold eyes, and passed by without stopping.

From the first sight of meeting, she knew the identity of the other party, not the exact name, but the code name on this dark blue barrier continent.

She is the sea witch and he is the sea dragon.

The continuous colonnade seems to lead to the unknowable end.

The ripples and clutches on the densely textured wall beside him. Surant walked forward step by step and saw the hall at the end of the colonnade. A flat and wide avenue led directly to the hall. The huge seamless stone strips covered the ground and were carved with exquisite patterns. , showing the grace and splendor of this palace here.

On both sides of the hall are lined with coral and crystal sculptures, some as thin as pearls, and some as high as three layers. At the end of the dazzling array of works of art is a huge throne that is integrated with the coral wall behind.

In the center of the throne, a young man dressed in a white dress and with long ice-blue hair cast his gaze. After the eyes crossed, Shenwei's inexplicable voice rippled from the hall:

"Are you the sea witch?"

"Yes, Your Majesty Julian, I bring you the Aquaman Horn." She knelt down on one knee, held the horn in her hand, and raised it over her head respectfully.

"Did you inherit some power just after awakening... You are very good."

Julian raised his hand slightly, took a shot in the sky, and the Aquaman horn left Surante's palm and appeared in his hand.

"It really is my horn."

He clenched the horn tightly, a smile appeared on his stern face, and his eyes turned to Surant again with the voice: "You just woke up, you should still be very weak now, go and rest, you should know where the pillars you are guarding are."

"As ordered."

The Sea Witch lowered her head, her pupils shrank instantly, as if countless messages passed through her eyes, and the next second, her figure flashed and disappeared inside the hall.

"You just met her? What do you think of her?"

Julian tilted his head and turned his gaze to the southwest corner of the main hall. After approaching a beam in the gate, he walked out of the figure of the sea dragon.

"As a woman, she's already excellent."

An arrogant smile hung on the corner of Hailong's mouth, and there was a look of disapproval in his eyes. He smiled frivolously: "But at best, it's just a woman, and I didn't even notice that I was behind her."

"I admit your best."

Julian looked at him calmly, and his neatly trimmed nails tapped the gauntlet twice: "Including the sacrifice you chose."

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When the sleepy girl woke up, she opened her eyes and saw that pair of blue eyes, like the boundless sea above her head. Surrounded by an empty altar, there is no seated edge standing tall, and he is lying in the center of the altar, as if being held in the palm of a huge palm.

"You're awake, delicious buns."

Julian used his fingertips to trace lines on Lily's body that fit the young and slender curves, and the other hand was behind her back.

The girl found herself paralyzed, she squirmed her throat, her vocal cords seemed to be fixed by some kind of force, and it was impossible to form a large-scale tremor. She rolled her eyes in horror, and through her bushy eyelashes, those shining blue eyes looked at Julian in horror.

"You are really beautiful, but beauty is always short, isn't it? Human life is short and fragile. If you are willing to sacrifice your life for me, then in the name of the Lord of the Four Oceans, I will give you eternal beauty."

Julian smiled and revealed the characters. Those beautiful sentences seemed to carry some kind of magical rhythm, which made the girl in the altar fascinated and involuntarily nodded slightly.

"Very well, you will be my bride..."

He gently clasped the girl's wrist, and the graceful lip line stuck to her thin lips, and a trace of blood overflowed the corners of their lips and dripped onto the white altar.

The light gradually dimmed, and in the darkness, there seemed to be a sound of chewing...