Song of Time – Dusk Awakening Verse

The night was cool again, and the black flying wings swept across the starry sky, riding on the wind and slowly landing on the opposite river bank. Sekor hugged Velut's waist, ran forward a few steps to resolve the impact, neatly unloaded the gliding wings, and carefully folded back the belt.

"It can be considered to get rid of those guys!" He looked up at the night sky, clapped his hands triumphantly, and smiled comfortably. Now that you have successfully escaped from danger, you can go home soon! Although the mission failed and he suffered a little injury, it could not affect his mood at all. He was anxiously calculating the arrangements for his return, without worrying about whether other people escaped the encirclement safely.

I don't know how to go next... Saiker turned to ask about Virut's plan, but saw that the other party bends down and lowers his head, turning his back to him without saying a word, shaking slightly.

"Virut, what's the matter with you?" The Shadow Assassin hurriedly supported his shoulders, only to feel a kind of stickiness in his hands. He suddenly raised his hand and saw that there was a dark red blood mark on his palm.

The red pupil gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, pulled off the sweaty mask, and stretched out his hand to press his shoulder.

Saiker immediately turned to his side and saw a slender gap in his shoulder, faintly flashing white light. Could it be... his heart was beating wildly, and he nervously shattered the cracks in the black robe, and saw that the rich **** almost occupies the entire shoulder blade, tearing and biting the tiny scar continuously, and the skin from the wound is gone. It is a large piece of bruising, swelling, and **** flesh.

"Damn bastard!" The Shadow Assassin saw the injury and his fingers trembled. He carefully helped Velut sit on the ground. Seeing him gritted his teeth quietly and patiently, his heart was extremely anxious, but his mind was ignorant and couldn't think of anything. Method.

"Look for a neutralizer first." Velut gave instructions soberly, he pressed the blood vessels on the shoulder side hard to delay the erosion of divine power.

By the way, the neutralizer... Saiker patted his forehead to pull out the entire armor belt, shaking vigorously on the grass a few times, and dropping a bunch of messy bottles and cans. He quickly searched through the moonlight, and opened one after another, but he could not find the pale yellow potion bottle.

Where, where... The Shadow Assassin turned both sides again, but still couldn't find the bottle of neutralizer, and sweat rushed out of his forehead. How could it not? Velut has clearly given himself a copy. Could it be that he landed on the base?

This is how to do? If the neutralizer cannot disperse the supernatural power, the wound will not heal at all. If it drags on, the divine power will soon penetrate into the body, even life-threatening, damn... He half-kneeled on the ground and stiffened into a wax figure, only feeling a chill grabbing his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

"...Er, Syker!" Velut's low voice made him awaken for an instant. The Shadow Assassin turned his head to look subconsciously, his mouth trembled and he didn't know what to say, so he continued to command: "Go to the wound. Output supernatural power..."

"what!?"

"Use your divine power as a neutralizer, wait until the shock reaction disappears before recovering..." Velut explained quickly, the sharp pain from his shoulder has made him a little dizzy, and big drops of sweat continue to drip from his face into the grass. .

Divine power acts as neutralization! ? Arouse divine shock on the body of a mortal! ? Not to mention the bone-cutting pain, in case there is a mistake... Saiker didn't want to think about the cruel and terrible picture. He moved his lips and just wanted to say something, he saw Wei Root's eyes looked directly at him, the red pupils in the moonlight revealing a palpable determination.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he had returned to the state of connecting with his friends on the night of the assassination. He could understand the meaning in his eyes: I believe you can do it, rest assured, you should also believe me.

Saikor breathed, why did he encounter such a life-and-death decision situation! ? At this moment, he suddenly regretted his reckless decision. If he obeyed the order that night, or even if he had just brought the neutralizer, how could this happen! ? But there is no regret medicine in this world, he can only take a risk... He took a deep breath and stabilized his trembling hands, his left hand covered the wound, and his right hand stretched straight to Virut's mouth.

"Bite..." He hung his head and popped the word out of his teeth, not daring to look at the red pupils again.

This guy...Virut hesitated for two seconds, and finally bit the arm wrapped in black lightly. The next moment a black haze suddenly appeared, and the pain from the wound was hard to describe in words, as if he was about to shatter his whole person and his belt bones, and then twist them into a twine. He bit his arm tightly without saying a word, a bitter **** smell came from his mouth, and his brain became more and more confused. The black light flashed for a few seconds and then disappeared immediately, but he had passed out.

"Virut?" Saiker ignored the **** bite on his arm and probed his snort nervously, then relieved.

He turned his head and looked at the wound. The white light had been completely dissipated. Although the entire shoulders were becoming more and more skin and fleshy due to the shock of the divine power, it looked miserable, but he knew that these were just ordinary injuries. You can recover soon.

Fortunately, fortunately... Saiker sat on the ground and exhaled a long breath. He sat blankly for a while, and suddenly jumped up like a needle stabbed, put all the bottles and cans on the ground into the belt, and buckled it back to his waist.

You have to find a doctor first... The Shadow Assassin looked around vigilantly, tore off his black robe and hastily tied Virut's wound, then carefully picked him up, flew into the low bushes on the shore, and ran straight. Go southeast.

The sound of the tide on the river bank was faint, and not long after, the three princes who had followed it appeared in front of the bush.

There is a smell of blood... Swipe the long-gun as far as possible and swept through the grass a few times, and then slammed the handle of the gun to the ground. The white light waves quickly spread across the entire bush, but no abnormalities were detected. The surprise attack of those blood-clothed monsters is still fresh in my memory. The gun guard dared not take it carelessly. He carried his divine power around his body, illuminating a large area of ​​dim light.

"Here." With the white light emitted as far as possible, the prince saw a few pieces of broken black cloth on the ground with sharp eyes. He whispered forward and checked carefully, and immediately found the blood stains on the black cloth.

He held the magic spear as far as he could and walked to his side, squatted down and stretched out a little blood, put it in his mouth and spit out quickly.

"It's a mortal... There is no trace of fighting here, it should be hit by my light gun." He turned his head to look at the prince, and whispered a conclusion.

Mortal... the one with the magic hand-gun? Shun was secretly surprised that the assassin who was suspected to be the leader was actually a mortal? This is really unexpected, but it is obviously more beneficial to him. Once a mortal is injured by divine power, even if he has used a neutralizer, it is not that simple to heal. They must not be able to escape far, they should take advantage of the victory to pursue, the prince secretly made the decision.

"Sir, please continue to cast the spell and pursue it. Let's set off immediately. Don't miss the opportunity." He gestured to Ku Rong and planned to leave as soon as possible.

"His Royal Highness, do you want to send another signal?" Shen Yuan frowned slightly and stopped Shun. He was a little worried that the other party would ambush again. Although the opportunity is not to be lost, for the sake of safety, he should call some people over just in case.

Signal... The prince thought for a while and nodded in agreement. He took out a flare from his waist and threw it as far as possible. White light flashed, leaving a cloud of color smoke in the air.

"Don't worry, with the strength of you and me, the other party is not enough to be afraid of." Now that his side has the advantage, Shun can't help but relax a little, he patted his shoulder as far as he could, and waved to the spiritual monk.

Ku Rong continued to lead the way, and the prince followed closely behind him, guarding the retreat with his spear as far as possible, and the three of them quickly moved forward and disappeared among the bushes.

The river breeze on the bank of the silent embankment suddenly blew, with cold water mist blowing towards the gorgeous and magnificent covered bridge, dripping cold dew on the golden lantern.

In the domed dock on the west side of the bridge, a luxury cruise ship is slowly setting sail. At first glance, this one-hundred-meter giant ship looks like an airship with airbags removed. The shuttle-shaped hull is inlaid with blue crystals with several mysterious magic patterns. The front end is inlaid with a huge white crystal yak head. There is no mast on the silver deck. It must be one. A new type of ship powered by pure magic.

The bow is divided into three floors, including restaurants, bars, baths and other leisure places. At the top is a large azure blue swimming pool with a circle of awnings around the pool. At the stern is a trapezoidal five-story hotel-style bedroom, and the outer side is covered with silver steel frame covered glass panels to ensure that each room has sufficient light and good vision.

In the large and luxuriously decorated room on the top floor, the black-robed man who broke through the illusion of the lost city was removing his disguise, his thick hood was taken off, and Mrs. Lovina's cold and proud face appeared. She slowly took off her coat and gloves, put on a thin red dress, leaned on the plush sofa by the window, and quietly stared at the bright night view of Beijing.

There were a few light taps outside the door, and the lady motionlessly replied "please come in", the old butler Louis pushed in and said softly: "Miss, the guest is already awake." He turned to reveal a white spot behind his back. The little face was actually a wild ghost of the fire monk who was supposed to be imprisoned in the uterus.

At this moment, the wild ghost changed into a gray Northern Federation military uniform, and the strange makeup on his face was washed away, and he was so delicate that he could not see a killer appearance. He bit his lip and looked into the room, feeling blank. He passed out inexplicably in that nightmare, and then when he woke up, he saw the benevolent old housekeeper in front of him. The other party had already written into the assassination plan information, and the wild ghosts naturally recognized it, but they were even more confused about the current situation. Without blinking, he stared at the lady ahead and straightened up to look at him, clenching his fists and secretly vigilant.

"Don't be nervous, Roy..." The lady saw his little movement at a glance and smiled and called out the real name of the Fire Brother, "You are safe."

This gentle tone seemed to be mysteriously enchanted, and the wild ghost was in a daze. After walking a few steps involuntarily, he suddenly thought of the strange doubts: "Do you know my name?"

"Naturally know..." The lady smiled, leaning back on the sofa and beckoning to the wild ghost, "I have been in friendship with Moredia for more than ten years. You met me when you were a child, and now you must have forgotten... …"

Ye Gui became even more convinced when he heard his leader’s name. After thinking about it, he still couldn’t understand the reason for all of this. He hesitated for a moment and asked the lady again: "Madam, forgive me...Is this action? Did you initiate it?"

"It was indeed suggested by me."

"But... why did you assassinate Lord Saron?"

"It's a long story... The Askers and I have had a feud for a long time. Back then... My husband was only because Saron refused to help..." Mrs. Lowina didn't seem to want to go on. She closed His upper eyes stroked his chest, and he took a few deep breaths, as if to press the painful memory back deep in his heart.

After a while, she turned her head to look out of the window, and continued to say in an unusually low manner: "I wanted to use your help to fight against each other, but I didn't expect that the prince would suddenly be involved..."

"So..." Ye Gui understood the general reason for the whole thing at this time. He had no doubt about the woman's remarks, and he secretly sighed fortunately that he could escape the danger safely. I don't know how the base is now... He frowned and fell into deep anxiety thinking of Saiker's aggressiveness in the nightmare.

The lady looked back and saw his frowning face. She expected what he was thinking, and said softly and relievedly: "Don't worry, they will leave you first. You have a good rest here for a few days. I'm about to go on a tour of Star City and send you off by the way. go back."

This is really great! Although the mission failed, it was an accidental accident, at least everyone evacuated safely. The wild ghost was relieved and hurriedly bowed to thank the lady.

"You don't have to be polite, you just treat this as your own home. By the way, you haven't had time to eat? Louis..." The lady smiled and gestured to the old housekeeper, "You take the guests to dinner first."

The old man bowed, and took the wild ghost to the restaurant. The lady put away her smile and turned her head to look out of the window. After a while, the old housekeeper walked back again. He closed the door and stood beside the lady, staring at the night outside the window with his hands down.

"Miss... this boy, doesn't look too smart... Is it really okay?" The old man stared out the window blankly, still questioning the lady's plan.

"Stupid people are easy to use...I thought he would come here in person, but I didn't expect it to be just a few..." The lady retorted with a cold expression. She paused and asked the butler again, "There was no way to bring him back. Accident?"

"The Jade King's people have been eyeing him a long time ago, and I moved my hand halfway through their return journey."

"...Unexpectedly, he would be able to be moved by Yuling's old-fashioned, willing to experiment for him..." The lady's emotions were slightly fluctuating, and she coughed slightly, covering her mouth.

"Miss, your body..." The butler frowned and looked at the lady worriedly.

"I know it in my heart." The lady coldly interrupted his question, closing her eyes and leaning on the sofa to say no more.

There was an awkward silence in the room. After a while, the old man asked in a deep voice, "Young Master...what should I do?"

Mrs. Lovina didn't answer, she sank in the soft cushion, as if she had fallen asleep. The old butler waited for a while to see that she was still silent, sighed secretly, shook his head and left the room.

There was a sound of closing the door behind her, and the lady slowly opened her eyes a little tired, and there was an imperceptible sadness between her eyes. She thought of the enemy that was hard to find in the South, thought of the friend who came here to comfort her, and thought of the only son who could not be with her... Numerous thoughts swirled in her heart, she leaned on the sofa to meditate for a long time, suddenly He got up and walked to the window, turning the bronze handle in the middle.

The thick floor-to-ceiling windows automatically opened to the sides, and the damp river breeze squeezed in like a long-awaited hungry customer, brushing the temples on her cheeks, causing her skin to tremble with extreme cold, blowing her long red The skirt fluttered like flames.

The lady was still silent. She looked at the golden rainbow-like bridge in the distance, and listened to the sound of the harbour honking, her eyes fluttered. She remembered the dazzling lights at the concert that day, and the audience shouted frantically, with the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. How does she love this stage! Every song she writes, every note she sings, comes from the heart, without the slightest extravagance. Because only on this stage, she is pure, without any other thoughts, and does not need to consider any consequences. She created this magnificent and splendid stage, but it is also the stage that supports her and prevents her from falling into the quagmire of dark revenge.

But she still has things to do, and missions that must be completed. Moredia... She chewed the name over and over again, her faint smile faded quickly and disappeared in the frosty north wind.

The cold winter is coming... The lady seemed to feel a little cool and stretched out her hand to embrace her chest. She looked at the lights of thousands of miles in the capital, and merged countless complex feelings into a soft whisper: "Goodbye... Beijing."

This slight goodbye disappeared with the wind, and disappeared into the bleak depression of the long river of autumn night.