The airship flew forward, and the number of times the heroic spirits encountered the bone dragons was also increasing, and those bone dragons were basically disposed of by Sang Zhefeng, but then those heroic spirits couldn't hold back their desire to think about it, and began to attack those bone dragons. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Heroic Spirits are also very good at moving, and their attacks are very effective - there are often light cannons and explosions in the sky that are simply not possible with the current human strength.

These guys are simply violent maniacs, and everywhere they go, there is a continuous explosion, and this special effect should be considered Hollywood-level if it were put in the original - and Sang Zhefeng also found a very amazing phenomenon in it, that is, many of these heroic spirits are throwing out some strange things - the most obvious is a guy with a golden light all over his body, and the guy is laughing wildly and throwing all kinds of weapons from behind, What swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, everything, the one that fights is called a happy one.

The strangest thing is that the things he threw over exploded! That thing is like fireworks, and the one that explodes is called gorgeous.

Whose weapon will explode? It's dangerous, okay! And the weapon is not used like this, is it good! This is really unmagical, okay! By the way, those weapons are strapped with explosive techniques? That's not right!

Sang Zhefeng tossed around there for a while and then stopped-he inexplicably felt as if he didn't need himself here.

The surrounding Heroic Spirits were so excited that the air pressure of the distant explosion even slightly affected the airship's flight, and after the Heroic Spirits in charge of defense muttered a few words, the guys adjusted the bombing target farther away - as if they had changed from a test of the power of the explosion to a test of the attack distance. The melee guys, on the other hand, looked at the Heroic Spirits with disdain as they kept throwing attacks farther and farther away - they said they were just wasting their energy here for boredom. But in Sang Zhefeng's view, those guys were just sad that they didn't do it.

After all, there are still many warmongers among these heroes.

Sang Zhefeng shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and then walked towards the rest room of the airship. He wanted to see his girl.

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As he walked into the lounge, he was greeted by a heroic spirit—these guys were usually dressed in strange clothes, or as weak scholars, and there they were writing something with a pen.

These are Heroic Spirits who are reluctant to fight - Heroic Spirits who are or have no combat ability at all, and who stay in the rest pod, doing their own business, or preparing for healing or support.

These heroic spirits also saluted him after seeing Sang Zhefeng come in, most of these people were engaged in non-combat professions and became heroic spirits, they naturally knew what kind of person this person in front of them was for, and it was normal to give gifts to Sang Zhefeng.

Sang Zhefeng also bowed back to them slightly, and then slowly walked towards the inner warehouse.

And at this moment, such a voice suddenly came from behind Sang Zhefeng.

"Sage, can you borrow a little time?"

It was a very rich bass, and it sounded good, and Sang Zhefeng turned his head slightly and looked at the person behind him.

Probably for a middle-aged man, who looked like he was in his thirties, with a pointed feathered hat on his head, somewhat like a hat from the English period, with a large beard on his face and a strange glint in his eyes.

Sang Zhefeng looked at the man in front of him, thought for a moment, and then spoke: "Mr. Shakespeare...... Right, what's the matter with me? ”

"It's me." Shakespeare smiled and looked at Sanzhefeng in front of him, and then said, "I want to ask, what do you think of the tragedy?" ”

Hearing this, Sang Zhefeng couldn't help frowning slightly, and said, "Tragedy? What do you mean? ”

"Ah, this is just a little bit of my personal doubt." Shakespeare still had a smile on his face, and said to Sanger in front of him, "Nothing else." ”

"Really?" Sang Zhefeng was silent for a moment and said, "Tragedy is a dramatic aspect...... The work that consists of the irreconcilable conflict between the protagonist and reality and its tragic ending......"

Sang Zhefeng snorted when he said this, and continued: "Most of its protagonists are representatives of people's ideals and aspirations. Tragedy uses a tragic ending to reveal the sins in life, so as to arouse the audience's grief and reverence, and achieve the purpose of improving the ideological sentiment......"

"I don't want to hear you memorize definitions, but if I could, I would like to hear what you really think."

Shakespeare interrupted Sanzhefeng's words as he spoke.

Sang Zhefeng looked at the man in front of him, was silent for a moment, and said: "Although tragedy can sublimate the soul, I hate tragedy, all tragedy. This is the idea that came to me after something. It feels really bad to tear things that make sense apart. ”

Sang Zhefeng slowly turned around and continued to walk towards the inner warehouse.

"But there are certain things that the world does need to have some tragedy -- or absurdity -- so that the whole world is expected to be ...... No...... I am moving in the desired direction. ”

Sang Zhefeng said so, and then walked into the inner warehouse.

Shakespeare looked at Sanzhefeng's back, and the smile on his lips widened.

"That's why I write tragedy......" he sighed inexplicably, "but I really don't want this to be a tragedy this time." ”

He sat back in his place, then picked up his pen and continued to write on the paper.

"What should I write this time? Well, let's have a love affair between the gods...... Preferably comedy. ”

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Sang Zhefeng slowly walked into the girl's room, his steps were very light and light, for fear of waking up the girl over there.

He slowly walked to the side of the bed and put his hand on the girl's head.

The girl was still asleep there, looking very relaxed.

The smile on Sang Zhefeng's face became more and more gentle, and he looked very comfortable.

Sang Zhefeng helped Fuhai Duyu's face and said, "Sleep well." ”

Twilight Rain's nostrils made a sound that seemed to be in response to Sanzhe's wind.

"Rest assured...... Everything will work out...... Everything will be ......."

Sang Zhefeng's voice became even deeper.

He said so.