Ark, they don't revolve around you

The black snake could only whisper quietly in the corner:

"What a hard-hearted master."

Chapter 64: New Year is Here

[Simulation mission, ended.]

[In the past ten years, you have fought in many battles. With your iron-blooded and cruel approach, Terra was finally under your control. However, the monsters from the ocean and the eyes from the starry sky are still watching you.]

[This mission is a simulation mission, there is no reward. ]

[Host, please return to reality]

A cold voice flashed by, and Zhuang Ning fell into darkness. Someone quietly told him that everything he had done in the past ten years was just a simulation.

He sneered. So what? He hadn't done well enough this time. When reality came, he would come back like lightning.

He opened his eyes, the wind was cold and the roof of Longmen Business Building was empty. The only ones who accompanied him were Kashena and the Emperor's sharp sword.

The confused thoughts were gradually replaced by an iron will. Zhuang Ning took out the terminal and his face was reflected on the screen.

How has he changed? He has become more mediocre. All his sharpness has been put into the scabbard. But once such a sword is drawn, it must be sacrificed with the blood of the enemy.

White air was exhaled, and Kashena lowered her eyes in a trance. The countless years she had spent in the illusion were just a few short minutes in reality.

The time was stuck at fifty and the New Year was about to arrive. The screen in the square had not started the countdown, but the fireworks had already been set off in advance and the deafening sound was everywhere. The buildings in the upper city area of ​​Longmen were built very high, reaching into the sky, and the loud noise of the firecrackers could be felt more clearly.

Zhuang Ning made a gesture that meant victory. He seemed to be alone now, with a powerful inner guard next to him as the enemy, but the elite of Rhodes Island including the scouts surrounded this place, and even the inner guards could not touch him.

The cold wind caressed and blew up Kashena's silver hair.

She stood up and bowed her head in front of everyone, making a gesture of submission, and it was unknown whether she meant it sincerely: "Master."

The emperor's blade trembled silently. He was a knife, and a knife should not have ideas of its own. But if the owner of the knife took the initiative to surrender to his enemy, he could not sit idly by.

The ministers and others are about to fight to the death, why does Your Majesty surrender first?

Kashena stopped the inner guards with her eyes, her eyes were still cold. The emperor's sharp blade shuddered silently. The knife naturally had no fear, so he could control the evil fragments embedded in his body. But in fact, he was still afraid of Kashena. If this black snake abandoned him, he would have no way out as he was already a monster.

Zhuang Ning ignored all this, he didn't mind such a small matter. He was still holding W in his arms, the girl was deeply trapped in a nightmare, Kashena threatened that she had embedded the fragments of the evil demon into the girl's body, but Zhuang Ning saw the problem at a glance.

"You are such a cunning snake. My girl was just frightened. You sent the evil breath into her body and created a horrible illusion." He said coldly.

The system did not give any rewards, but the simulated time was the best reward. There was no better prize than understanding the future trend and mastering knowledge. Zhuang Ning's understanding of the evil spirits had reached a new level.

"Embedding demon fragments is a rigorous process that requires a series of serious steps. Otherwise, Ursus would have already mass-produced internal guards instead of being so painful after losing more than 20 people." Kasheina showed no apology and maintained a graceful smile. "If you ask me to apologize, I will still do it, Master of Ursus."

"Master of Ursus? You are wrong. I have never called myself the master of this land. All I want is for you to obey me." Zhuang Ning kissed W's cheek softly, as if hitting the water with a stone. His eyes were as calm as water. Only a few people who understood him could see the coldness hidden in his pupils that would never melt.

w is still useful to him, and this girl is his subordinate, how can she be hurt easily?

Wisps of black mist spread from W's body. It was the breath of evil, but it was full of vitality. It saw a better prey at first sight.

Zhuang Ning stared coldly, like an emperor ordering his subjects: "Don't resist me, come here."

He took the initiative to accept the evil spirit that flowed into W's body. This was the clearest and most direct way to save W, but any observer would be secretly frightened.

For example, the emperor's sharp blade. He knew very well that as long as he came into contact with the evil spirit, even a wisp of its breath could turn into a deadly blade. The most elite Ursus warriors and Sami's Snow Priests had to be careful for thousands of years, because death by carelessness was the best outcome.

But looking at the man's appearance, he seemed to be used to it. When he took in the darkness, Zhuang Ning's dark eyes lit up with a scarlet light, like the color of blood. He watched calmly, taking in the hideous aura surrounding the girl into his body, clasped his five fingers together, and closed his eyes slightly.

He began to chew it as if it were some delicious delicacy.

The devil feeds on fear, but he openly uses this brutality to sneer at the so-called fear!

After a moment, W opened her eyes, still confused. She met Zhuang Ning's gaze and shuddered.

She had a dream that Kazdel fell apart. She was homeless and wanted to find the doctor, but the doctor rejected her. W could only sob and cry, but it was of no avail.

It was a truly real dream, reflecting the fear hidden deep in her heart. W was immersed in it and could not wake up. She wanted to commit suicide several times, but she could not die in her dreams. She had a mental breakdown several times after repeating this.

then.

Then, she saw the man's eyes, which were like the sun in May. Her whole body suddenly felt light and the nightmare shattered!

She woke up and opened her eyes hard, trying to see who saved her.

——As expected, he is the doctor. He will not abandon me.

W's eyelids became heavy. She ignored why she was in Zhuang Ning's arms and the two shadows approaching Zhuang Ning. Her head felt as heavy as if it were filled with steel. She only spoke intermittently:

"Doctor, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I--"

"It's okay." A hand stroked her silver hair, "You did a good job, w. Just be careful next time and don't go out on your own."

"Ah."

"You are tired, go to sleep, and when you wake up you will be in Rhodes Island."

"Ah."

w fell asleep happily, knowing that he would not have nightmares this time. The scene was so beautiful against the backdrop of thousands of lights, just like in the story.

Only Kasheina saw it clearly. When W fell asleep, the man's smile faded and his words added a touch of fatigue: "Let's go, it's a bit cold here."

The snow was still falling. The man in the black coat held the girl and walked into the darkness. Kashena stared at the slightly hunched back. Zhuang Ning didn't mind using lies to deceive others, but he couldn't deceive himself. He clearly had the ambition and ability of an emperor and a hero, but at the moment he looked a little down and lonely, like a wanderer looking for a home.

At this moment, the New Year has arrived.

Chapter 65: Year-Old Film

It was late at night, fireworks rushed into the sky, the Longmen Temple stood deep in the alley, snow was spread on the green tiles, and the old building seemed like a silent giant.

Even in a city built of reinforced concrete, there is still a temple made of bricks, tiles and wood. During the day, there are occasionally a few pilgrims here, but at night it becomes completely silent, leaving only solidified silence.

The old man who was on night watch was a film man, wearing a thick army green coat, and was watching videos on the intercity network when he had nothing to do. He thought it was a really good night, the snow was beautiful, the Dragon Gate was magnificent, and another year had passed, maybe the future would be better.

Normally, the New Year's Eve should be spent with family, right? However, since the old man has no children, he doesn't feel lonely. His work is not busy, and there are no thieves or gang members who would break in with a stomachache. Uncle Feilin is happy and at ease.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard, and a man with long ink-black hair stopped. The light from the fireworks cast his slender shadow. He was wearing a black robe with an ancient style, as if he had walked out of a painting or calligraphy.

The old man was stunned for a few seconds, his hands began to tremble. From his angle, this person really looked like a ghost, with fair skin and red eyes... If he was really a ghost, he was a handsome ghost, and he would probably charm many girls.

"Don't get me wrong, old man. I'm here to worship at the Temple of Martial Arts." The man spoke. The old man picked up the flashlight and used the light to see the man's face clearly. He was a man from the Dragon Clan. In name, there was racial equality in Yan Country, but there were always others who were more equal than you. The Dragon Clan and the Qilin were such a race. In Yan Country, they were born nobles.

The old man murmured in his heart, wondering if the nobles nowadays were mentally ill, coming here on New Year's Day wearing a cosplay costume. However, he couldn't curse out loud, because he was vaguely intimidated by the aura exuded by this man.

"It's already late, sir. Although the security around here is okay, a gentleman doesn't build walls. Why don't you come back tomorrow morning?"

"Just take a look. How can you come to Longmen and not visit the Martial Temple, old sir?" said the man, smiling slightly. It was a very convincing smile. He had long dark hair that was not tied up and had a strong scholarly temperament. However, when he visited the Martial Temple, he strode with his head held high, like a general who was about to break through the Dragon Court.

"Well, that's fine, sir, but this dilapidated temple is very old and has not been well maintained. You'd better be careful."

"You don't have to call me sir, old man. I'm not from Longmen, and I don't speak Longmen dialect well. I just want to take a look."

The old man found it even more strange. The young man took out a wine cup from his sleeve. It was such an elegant and beautiful cup with gorgeous patterns carved around it, but he didn't know what material it was made of.

"Old man." The man whispered, and his Longmen dialect was surprisingly much more fluent. The old man was shocked. It was impossible that this man learned Longmen dialect in just a few minutes. If so, he must be a language genius.

"Do you know the beast?" the young man asked.

"Years old?" The old man laughed. "Everyone knows that, but it's all stuff from myths. Does anyone believe it?"

There are few people in Dayan who don’t know the myth of Sui. It is said that the real dragon relied on the power of the Sui beast to expand its borders. Later, the Sui beast became unruly and domineering, so the real dragon summoned soldiers from all directions to conquer the rebels and cut off the dragon’s head at Tianyue.

This story has been rewritten countless times. The old man narrowed his eyes and guessed that the young man must like traditional culture very much, otherwise why would he dress like this and even speak in an ancient style.

Thinking of this, he felt deeply moved. There are really not many young people who like traditional culture. He felt more favorable towards this dragon man.

The young man suddenly sighed: "The real dragon doesn't look like this. He looks like a scholar, very weak."

"Hey, he was an emperor thousands of years ago. Who can remember what he looked like?"

"Yes, he is a very sinister person."

"Young man, don't you like that real dragon? Indeed, that real dragon has both good and bad reputations, but young people now like it. What do people say on the Internet... a grand narrative? Many people like this kind of grand narrative, right?"

You can tell at a glance that the old man often surfs the Internet, and he can even use words like grand narrative, "Expanding territory and expelling barbarians, the land surpassing the Tang Dynasty, and conquering all directions all have their prices. The population has been halved, and thieves are everywhere. This is also a reality... But whether you hate him or like him, it's all in the past. He is still a hero of Dayan."

"It's all over." The man murmured softly, his eyes filled with indelible sadness and indifference, his white hands pressed against the statue, "After all, he has been dead for a thousand years. If it weren't for this person, I wouldn't have been born."

The granite statue trembled a few times, and the old man thought it was an illusion. But when he opened his eyes again, he saw that the stone body of the statue had a touch of flesh color!

"How can this be!"

The statue moved slowly and walked down the stairs, as if an ancient king had awakened and placed his majestic soul here, and his proud eyes opened again!

The old man fell to the ground. He quickly reacted and pointed a trembling finger at the young man: "You are a magician. What did you do to the sculpture? You-"

"It just gave them life." The young man murmured, his black eyes became deep, as if they had passed through eternity without any ripples, "Old man, do you know what a accomplice is?"

"Hey, isn't it just a ghost?!"

"Yes, a person eaten by a tiger will become a ghost after death, and will be driven by the tiger. The tiger will ask the person to find a new person, and only when the tiger finds a new person will the tiger let the ghost go. Such a ghost is called a accomplice." The young man stroked the statue that was given life, with affection and hatred, "This is my accomplice."

"You, you--!" The old man was suffocating, his instinct told him not to stay any longer, he ran out, but as soon as he reached the door, he lost his strength due to fear. He saw countless evil beasts, some had burning fur, some had angry eyes and majestic postures, and some were tall and straight.

The old man knew that there were magic spells in this world, such as the Heavenly Master of Yan Country, but that was still within the scope of his cognition. But tonight he seemed to have witnessed a myth, and the ancient legends were revived in Longmen. These evil beasts walked out of the scrolls of mountains and seas, carrying with them the will of revenge!

"This is not a good night, old man." A hand was placed on the old man's shoulder, "You should go back."

The young man grinned and mocked coldly: "Longmen is not peaceful tonight."

The old man was shocked, and mustered up the courage he probably would never have in his life: "Who are you?!"

The man looked back, smiling elegantly and peacefully: "I am a fragment. Among the twelve fragments, I am the second one."

He left the temple and walked into the alley. Before leaving, he took out three photos. The first one was of a man wrapped in a black coat and a young girl. The girl looked a little reluctant and smiled. The man did not look at her and turned away quietly.

"New Year."

The young man looked at the second photo. It was still the strange man in black, but the girl beside him had become another young girl. The girl was holding a pen, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, and stared at the man coldly.

"Xi." He said.

The last photo was taken on the high platform of Shangshu. The man took off his mask and hood and smiled coldly, as if he had suddenly gained enlightenment. He was confronting a woman, who had a dull expression and didn't know how to react.

"make."

The young man put away the three photos and sighed softly: "Perhaps it would be better to get rid of this man called Doctor as soon as possible. Such a huge variable should not appear."

As soon as he finished speaking, the evil beasts could not wait to run away. Some of them ran to the slums, and some ran towards Sheung Wan and the harbour, aiming their bloody mouths at the citizens who were immersed in the New Year atmosphere. However, the young people disappeared, swept away by a gust of wind, and no one knew where they were going.