There is that wisp of clear sound accompaniment from nowhere, the loud discussion of the crowd has become the main theme, everyone enthusiastically discusses the unknown creatures that appear in the night sky, the word "dragon" appears repeatedly, Zhu Biao also followed the ups and downs of thought, can't think of why, instinctively turned his head to look for the four princes and the bare-ass baby, but could only see a black and oppressive human head that could not see the facial features.

"That's not right!" Another man's loud cry pierced through the noise, "That's not a dragon, it doesn't have horns!" That's Jiao! ”

His speech immediately drew a flurry of echoes, and Zhu Biao's eyes widened to look at the giant creature, which was like a white line in the sky, shining silver by the light of the fireball explosion, and occasionally catching a huge head burrowing out of the clouds, and there was indeed no horn between the ears.

Zhu Biao, the two mythical creatures of dragon and Jiao, has heard that the dragon has horns and can fly in the sky without wings, the so-called flying dragon is in the sky; Jiao, on the other hand, has no horns and cannot fly, but can only swim around in the water like an eel.

So the question is, if this hornless creature is actually a Jiao, why can it fly?

The crowd quarreled endlessly, and Zhu Biao found that they quickly accepted the existence of "dragon" and "jiao", and did not think that it was all fake like the humans of the earth age, and really thought it was a hallucination and then scared half to death. Should we say that they are more adaptable? No, he listened to their discussions, and it seemed that in the culture of the Ming Dynasty, dragons and Jiao were originally a kind of creatures that existed in reality.

Well, it shouldn't be surprising, since this world already has elves, orcs and magical creatures suspected of transcending dimensions, and there are also artificial breeding mermaid bases on the islands of the second district, it is probably reasonable for dragons or something to appear again?

Zhu Biao thought dizzily, the movement of the fireball in his hand became slower and slower, and he suddenly remembered the white marble pillar in front of the city gate, which went straight into the sky, and the dragon relief that hovered on the column...... If that's not a relief, it's a real dragon......

"That's not right!" It was still the same voice just now that distinguishes the difference between Jiao and Dragon, and he shouted more excitedly than just now: "It's not flying in the sky!" That's fake! Just shadows! ”

The crowd exploded again, Zhu Biao's ears were noisy, he couldn't hear what people were talking about, all the heads of people lying on the ground stood up, and in the shadows, he completely lost his sense of direction, and couldn't find the team of the National Art Academy, and his heart became more and more flustered.

Just when there was a commotion below, the emperor on the tower of the city gate finally reacted, first there was a deafening sharp sound, everyone was frightened and silenced, Zhu Biao reflexively covered his ears and looked up at Chengtianmen.

In the night sky, the last fireball also exploded, making an imperceptible sound at a height of 10,000 meters, the golden-red fire rain dissipated into ash before it fell to the ground, and everyone's eyes seemed to have embers flashing, and then the white Lian-like "Jiao" burst in the last glimmer of light, like a broken glass lens, slowly melting into the darkness.

In the midst of everyone's shocked and helpless feelings, there was another sharp metallic sound on the Chengtian Gate, Zhu Biao couldn't guess which instrument it was, it sounded a bit like a gong, but there was no hysterical hoarseness, sharp and short, as if sneering.

After the sound, the square and Chang'an Avenue were finally silent, and everyone knelt down again, including those who did not kneel on the ground just now, Zhu Biao looked left and right, and slowly squatted down.

Under the silence, a loud voice came from Chengtianmen, vaguely commanding the people to call long live, he said loudly: "Hatching eggs, statistics of the second school with 'Jiaoying vacating' to congratulate the emperor on Christmas, long live my emperor, long live long live!" ”

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Hatch? Statistics?

Zhu Biao thought in shock, the short words of the ceremonial officer turned a hundred and ten times in his mind in an instant, and he seemed to have to chew carefully to fully understand the meaning of this sentence.

Therefore, "Jiaoying takes off"...... Is it a show?

Same as his magic fireball? Is it a program dedicated to the emperor's birthday by hatching eggs and statistics?

As mentioned earlier, Zhu Xiaodi is a heartless secondary school boy, he has long forgotten these two hated schools, and he always feels that something is almost something when he □□ today, and it is only then that he remembers: the flat-chested girl Olivia seems to have said that they will also participate in the Christmas □□.

Also forgotten by him were the Xu family father and son and Guo Dalu......

Zhu Biao looked back at the crowd blankly, it was impossible for him to find Guo Dalu and them among so many people, and it was not possible to hatch eggs and statistics, in the sea, whether it was rivers, lakes, or streams, there was not much difference.

He only instinctively wanted to take a look, just below the canopy where the dragon appeared, and he instinctively thought that the phalanx of hatching eggs and statistics should be nearby, and the magician who manipulated it was also there.

There is no doubt about it, of course it is magic, Zhu Biao can even feel the faint magic fluctuations here, he was shocked by the shadow that suddenly appeared in the air before, and he was spinning the fireball technique again, so he couldn't detect it immediately, once it was revealed, he immediately sensed the neglected elemental power there.

The water elementals were excited, very excited, and Zhu Biao had never felt like they were so excited......

He remembered that he had tested only one affinity for the water elemental, but at this moment the water elemental seemed to be actively jumping in his ears, and they teamed up with each other, bouncing together, even more noisy than the fire elemental that loved to do nonsense, and it seemed that the next second it would heat up and turn into boiling water that was bubbling non-stop!

So Zhu Biao knew that it was a kind of water magic, so powerful that it mobilized all the water elements in the vicinity, and he had read some theoretical books in his seclusive life in the National Academy of Arts these days, and suddenly remembered a magic suitable for the right seat: "Water Mirror Technique".

"Water Mirror" is not a complete water magic, it also bears traces of space magic, simply put, it is to use water molecules in the air to create a large projection, projecting a certain scene in a certain place to another place, the stronger the magic of the magician, the farther the distance that "Water Mirror" can take effect, the larger the area of the projected scene, and the longer the time.

Zhu Biao silently calculated the time in his heart, and the "Jiaoying Vacancy" lasted for a full minute, even if the Jiaolong and the water waves it was in were not far from Chengtianmen, it would take a lot of magic to maintain such a long-term illusion, and was the Jiaolong really not far away?

Therefore, to be able to complete such a performance, at least one must be a great magician of the water system, and there are such characters in the hatching eggs and statistics, Zhu Biao is impressed by them, it turns out that they are not all straw bales......

This psychological activity is troublesome to say, in fact, it is just a flash of Zhu Biao's thoughts, he analyzes here, and listens to people's whispers there, because the ceremonial officer gave a reasonable explanation, no longer anyone was surprised, but easily talked about the hatching egg and the statistics of the two famous schools, admiring the magic of "Jiaoying Vacating", comparing goods and throwing them, and everyone tacitly forgot about Zhu Biao's fireball program at the same time.

Zhu Biao was a little unconvinced, and couldn't help but turn back to the team of the National Academy of Arts - at least the four princes liked his show very much, and there was also a bare-ass baby, if the little bastard dared to say that he didn't like it, he would beat him flat!

Before he could find someone, the official of Taichang Temple who sent him up to Dengshan beckoned to him with a smile, Zhu Biao moved to the edge knowingly, and was just about to climb the stairs when there was a sharp sound on the Chengtian Gate.

It was still the kind of metal scraping sound just now, like a gong but not a gong, Zhu Biao and Shaoqing of Taichang Temple paused at the same time and looked up.

The people on the square and Chang'an Street also looked up, the atmosphere was very relaxed, Jiaolong had appeared, there could be no more exaggerated thing, most people guessed that the official was going to announce the next show, because they were raised their appetite by the "Jiaoying Vacated", and they looked forward to it with more and more interest.

Just when everyone's eyes were on the Chengtian Gate, the two red lights shook, and the bright yellow flags under the red lights also swayed.

Then, in full view, he fell.

The ceremonial officer dragged out a long tone and shouted: "His Majesty the Emperor...... Bin God! ”

The loud, penetrating sound spread from the Chengtian Gate, occupying everyone's ears in an instant, and Zhu Biao blinked, thinking that he was hallucinating.

He was clearly not the only one, a suffocating silence enveloped the audience, all movement froze, all sounds frozen, and everyone seemed to be stunned for a moment, or an empty shell of a soul invaded by darkness.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe a second, maybe 10,000 years, a red light at the top of the Chengtian Gate rolled down, another red light crumbled, and the cry from nowhere broke the silence, no, it was also the glue that glued this terrifying silence even more firmly, maintaining a long tearing trace, but firmly refusing to leave.

Is it a dream? Or is it another show? A more abrupt show, His Majesty the Emperor is really the weirdest person he has ever seen...... By the way, he could still be his grandfather......

Zhu Biao's gaze slowly swept over the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple beside him, and in the faint light, he couldn't see the expression on the other party's face clearly, he only saw beads of sweat on his sideburns, dense, reflecting the cold light.

He turned his head slowly, mechanically, for the first time tonight, and he unconsciously turned his head, forgetting his direction, but his body remembered the direction, leading him to find the security he wanted.

In the crowd of clay sculptures and wooden tires, he finally found Zhu Di.

The fourth prince stood upright, and the people around him knelt and got up, and he always stood still, as if Mount Tai would not move his steps if he collapsed in front of him, because he always knew what he was doing and what he could do.

He held the bare-ass baby on his chest, and the little bastard shoved a thumb into his toothless mouth, sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, and the saliva from the corner of his mouth stained a dirty and wet pattern on the apricot yellow robe.

Kind of like a dragon...... But it doesn't have horns.

The four princes looked up suddenly, strange, in such a deep darkness, they seemed to be able to see each other clearly, and only saw each other.

Zhu Biao smiled when he saw him, perhaps, he felt that he smiled.

The shadow was between the eyebrows and eyes of the four princes, his eye sockets were so deep, and his gaze was so heavy, that smile also sank, as if through the water waves, through something that had been ignored by Zhu Biao for a long time, vague, and could never be seen clearly.

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Where are the dragons? The dragon is here.

No, that's Jiao.