"That prophet is my ancestor. Said in the past.

And Qianzhou always felt that the description of the first few sentences was a little familiar, but he didn't remember it for a while.

"So this is the history of Enron. Jiang Qinghan said.

"Well, the name of the prophet has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is responsible for keeping an eye on safety. "The voice of the past was very soft, like a piece of fluttering catkins.

"Do you know that the area that was once safe was thousands of miles and had a population of millions? And now, Enron is left with only this last city. ”

He raised his head, and his immature face was full of determination: "So, since I have inherited the name of a prophet from my ancestors, then I can't let it be cut off from me!"

"It's too early for you. Jiang Qinghan rubbed his hair unhappily, "At your age, you should play and study, instead of carrying the burden of your predecessors on your shoulders." ”

"Not really. In the past, he did not refuse Jiang Qinghan's touch, but his tone was very serious, "This is my own responsibility." ”

"But ......" Jiang Qinghan wanted to say something, but was stopped by Qianzhou.

From the girl's petite body, Qianzhou saw a steely determination. This made Qianzhou wonder if he had the same expression when facing Faust.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a good place. "In the past, I quickly adjusted my mood and put an end to the topic.

The two of them followed the old year through the staircase that turned to the top floor.

"Well, this is the highest place in Enron. "I climbed several stairs in a row, panting slightly, but the interest was still high.

The girl turned and smiled, like honey in the sun.

Qianzhou looked around, and the first thing he saw was the light reflected in the windows of each house.

The flat-roofed stone houses were leaning against each other, covered in warm clothes by the orange-yellow firelight. The streets and alleys are also illuminated by lanterns in front of houses. The hustle and bustle of pedestrians in short clothes can be heard even from such a distance.

"It's more lively than during the day. Jiang Qinghan couldn't help but say, "It feels like traveling to ancient times." ”

"Because we Enron revere fire, especially at night. "We believe that fire will dispel darkness and bring wonder, life and hope." The "Bright Light Festival" is a sacrifice to the flames and ancestors. ”

Qianzhou thought for a moment and continued to look away.

On the edge of Enron, there is a river that seems to fall from the sky. The river flows through the desolate white desert, flowing from beyond the eye, calling for life in the dead silence.

The bright moonlight floated on the surface of the river, like a bowl of silver paste. When the sparkling water ripples, you can see countless small points of light like swimming fish dancing on the surface of the water.

"That's the 'Dome Bay'. Noticing Qianzhou's gaze, he said, "It means [the river that comes from heaven], [the river that brings miracles], and it is the mother river of our safety." ”

Before Qianzhou could say anything, the maid of the past had already stepped onto the rooftop: "Lord Prophet, it's not too early. It's time for you to rest, your body matters. ”

"Hey, okay, I got it. Although he was a little reluctant, he still walked obediently in the past, "Then Sister Qinghan, and the teacher will see you tomorrow." ”

After walking down the stairs in the past, the maid turned around and saluted the two of them: "Two guests, I am the lady-in-waiting of the Prophet, Liya. The guest's room has been cleaned up, so please rest as soon as possible. Please do not move around at night, just let me know if there is any problem. ”

The maid's voice was cold, and Qianzhou could even hear a little bit of iron and blood from it.

By the light of the moon, Qianzhou quickly glanced at the maid named Liya.

Liya was about twenty-five or six years old, tall and wore a dignified long dress. The short brown and yellow hair reaches the root of the ear, and the pair of narrow Danfeng eyes do not look charming, but like a frozen cold lake. Coupled with the thin lips like a blade, although the appearance is delicate and dignified, the serious aura full of oppressive force is enough to make ordinary people unable to raise their heads.

"Okay, we know, we'll go down later. Jiang Qinghan dealt with it familiarly.

Liya glanced at the two of them, turned around and kept up with the pace of the previous year.

"The maid's eyes are really terrifying, almost like a blade. After confirming that Liya was far away, Qianzhou couldn't help but complain, "It feels like I've seen the head teacher." ”

"This is no ordinary maid. Jiang Qinghan twisted his hair and seemed to be familiar, "Although he is nominally a subordinate, he actually serves as a housekeeper and personal protection." In fact, the status is second only to the master. ”

"Well, but I didn't even notice the slightest fluctuation in essentia. Qianzhou frowned.

"I guess I have some special ability. Let's not talk about that, have you found anything after looking at it for so long?"

"Found what?"

Jiang Qinghan rolled his eyes: "You have been suspicious since you came here, and the look of looking around is not too obvious." ”

Qianzhou turned his head a little embarrassed and looked at the deep and lofty moon in the sky: "No way, but after all, this is the depths of the white desert, the edge of the world, and the lonely boat." There's nothing wrong with being careful. ”

"Do you see anything out of the ordinary?"

Qianzhou shook his head: "It's a pity that I'm neither Sherlock Holmes nor a bespectacled Grim Reaper schoolboy. Where can you see why? ”

"You're saying weird things again. Jiang Qinghan wrinkled his nose, "Since you haven't found any problems, let's rest early." ”

Qianzhou nodded, and watched Jiang Qinghan go downstairs, leaving a corner of lingering fragrance.

"Crimson, emerald green, blue, a third. Qianzhou pinched his chin and twisted his eyebrows slightly, "I always feel so familiar, but I can't remember why." ”

Thinking of this, Qianzhou couldn't help but miss the notebook that had accompanied him for several years: "If only my notebook were still there, I can check the settings that I can't remember." ”

Immediately afterwards, Qianzhou laughed at himself again: "What am I thinking, this is already a real world." Why do you still use words on paper to make analogies?"

Just when Qianzhou was thinking wildly, a rapid wind suddenly blew on the rooftop.

Then I saw a pair of broad wings that covered the moonlight, shattered the clouds, and finally landed on the rooftop—it turned out that the rhubarb had returned from eating for a ride.

Perhaps because of the flight just now, the brass feathers on the rhubarb wings stood up like a short sword with a soaring handle.

Rhubarb stood nearly three meters tall, and Qianzhou had to look up to see the griffin's citrine-like eyes.

A man and a bird looked at each other silently until Rhubarb showed eyes that looked like they were mentally retarded.

I'm actually despised by a bird? Wait, maybe it's a lion.

"No, I actually wanted to ask how you flew. I also want to learn. Qianzhou opened his mouth to explain.

And this only made Rhubarb's disdainful eyes a little heavier.

You're actually asking how a bird flies?