Lisbon, Province of Tagora.

Surant stood at the top of the skyscraper, quietly looking down at the beach below through the glazed windows. Outside, a dense white rain fell silently, like thousands of silver threads falling to the earth beneath your feet.

There was a bustle in the space behind them, and richly dressed gentlemen and celebrities were walking through the hall, clinking glasses with each other, but ignoring the lady next to her, clinging to the floor-to-ceiling window.

She's not a vulgar fan.

The young lady wore a burgundy evening gown, which outlined the charming curves of her proud figure, and under the short skirt was a pair of slender and straight long legs. The shallow lip gloss outlines the unique charm of a mature woman, and the gorgeous and delicate face like a summer flower reveals a swan-like proud and cold temperament.

She stood quietly in the high-end restaurant of the Crystal Grape Building, quietly resting her hand on the floor-to-ceiling glass, her light blue slightly curly long hair shawl sprinkled, and she looked down intently.

The surrounding guests did not seem to notice this person at all, or rather regarded her as air, and their reserved and elegant communication, deliberately embellished conversation, all became the background of this girl's existence.

Below is a sandy beach that meets the sea, and to the east is a field of artificially planted vegetation - coconut palms. The shallow sandy sea in the north has built a natural bathing beach, and there is a wide plain lawn on the side of the bathing beach for visitors to rest.

Rain falls all over the beach, the scenery of yellow sand and greenery is submerged in a curtain of rain, and strings of water dripping from the umbrellas of pedestrians. The wind blowing from the sea brings up water dragons, and in the late autumn season, it is full of wet moisture.

“......”

She looked down intently, put her hand on the glass, her burgundy eyes shrank slightly, revealing a bit of sharpness, and her gaze went from west to east, as if she was investigating something.

On the west side of the beach is a long defensive building with a wall that is somewhat similar in form to a fortress, and the wall is very high, rather thick and tall. Along a path, winding and winding, surrounded by lush trees, a group of buildings full of classical atmosphere rises in the very center of the woods.

Once one of the most famous maritime museums in Lisbon, it houses ancient relics of the legendary Lost Continent, including the Horn of the Sea King, who claims to have the power to rule the seas - a treasure that has been identified by countless scholars, mages and fairy doctors, and no one thinks it really has power, only that it is a precious antique.

The museum closed down 20 years ago due to poor management, and after several changes, the rights were finally sold to a large local businessman. In order to turn a profit, the big businessman decided to transform this place into a sea-view tourist area, except for the core headquarters was retained, most of the buildings were demolished and rebuilt, and the Crystal Grape Building is located on the outskirts of the tourist area.

Under the dedicated management of big businessmen, the tourist area quickly returned to prosperity, and the museum with its countless treasures became a major attraction here. But the merchant only has the right to operate, and the right to keep and supervise the collection is in the hands of the government, and even now, there are a large number of guards who watch over it day and night.

"Aquaman's Horn ......"

The young girl murmured a syllable silently, and suddenly opened the glass partition fan, and the wind with the rain from outside instantly swept in, enveloping her in the rain curtain.

"Hoo ......"

She took a deep breath and opened her arms to the rain-soaked sky outside, and the next second, the figure disappeared from the hall as if it had never existed.

"Shhh

"Strange! Who left the window open?"

"The wind is blowing in, close the windows. ”

Everyone was startled by the rain that suddenly rushed into the room, and several gentlemen and ladies near the window were even drenched, and hurriedly walked over and pushed the window shut.

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In front of the museum, the glazed revolving door was pushed open at an angle, and the cold rain and wind swept in, wetting the smooth marble floor.

"Who?"

The guards were alert, raised their rapid-fire guns, and aimed them at the door.

Outside the gate, the moist sea breeze blew rapidly, and Surante's burgundy skirt spread out like a pair of beautiful wings, her long curly hair fluttered lightly, and she held a small golden harp in the crook of her arm.

"Stop! Today's rainstorm has closed the museum and will not accept any visitors. ”

"Please turn away, or the light cannon will be merciless. ”

"Stop! Stay close to the museum and you'll be considered dangerous. ”

The guards raised their silver-white cannon barrels and aimed them at the ghostly shadows in the rain curtain, dutifully admonishing and at the same time decisively inputting fighting spirit.

“......”

Surante's eyes were hazy, and she continued to approach as if she had not heard of it, her slender white fingers brushing the harp, and a string of smooth syllables suddenly rippled in the space, and as her fingers flicked, the dreamy notes dispersed with the sea breeze.

In the sound of the rain, there was a strange music, which did not seem to come from the harp, but permeated every corner of the space, like a thread into the eardrum.

"What sound, in what direction?"

"Where's the sound of the piano?"

"It's that woman, it must be that woman!"

The guards realized that there was something wrong with the sound, but for some reason, they could not give birth to a trace of resistance, as if their hearts and souls had melted into this pure note.

Cold and wonderful, it sounded in my ears like a heavenly sound, as if countless spirits had surfaced in this rain-filled world, flying gracefully and singing in the rain.

The sound of this piano is so ethereal and clear, it is not at all like the sound that can exist in this earthly world, only the sea, and only the rhythm of the ocean can give birth to such a beautiful note.

"Daddy, Daddy, come with me, I'm so scared. ”

"Honey, do you see me? Come here, come to me, and we'll be together again. ”

"Child, you have grown up, come closer and let grandma see your face. ”

The guards opened their eyes in unison, and they saw the huge door with golden light open in front of them, and the things they longed for stood inside the door, waving at them from afar.

"Son, my son, don't be afraid, Daddy is here!"

A guard tearfully lowered his rapid-fire cannon and rushed to the door desperately, trying to hug his son, who had died at an early age. In reality, he took out the short sword inserted in his waist and cut his throat with a sword.

In the ethereal sound of the piano in the sky, the guards pulled out their short swords at their waists as if they were stunned, and cut their throats one after another.

In a pool of blood, the woman in red entered the museum with an indifferent expression, her skirt swaying slightly with the rhyme of her steps, all the way through several exhibition stands, and finally stopped in front of a dimly colored quaint horn.

The dark golden horn was quietly sealed in the display table, covered with fine tadpole-shaped words, and the inexplicable and strange runes seemed to contain some kind of magic, and her gaze was firmly attached to it, unable to extricate herself.

Click!

A hole cracked open in the glass on the surface of the display table, and the Aquaman's horn levitated and fell into a white and soft palm.

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The stars are shining, the moonlight is like water, and the sea is swaying slightly under the stars and moon, boundless.

The icy waters constantly wash the black reef on the shore, and the entire coast is bare and all black stones, like a steel dam in the blue sea.

Surente stood on the seashore, his fingers brushing the strings, and the ethereal, ethereal music sounded again, accompanied by the notes drifting into the sea with the wind, and countless foams suddenly rose on the blue water.

The bright foam burst open when it reached the surface of the water, tearing the surface of the sea open a deep gap, and the next second, the woman in red opened her hands and her figure fell into the sea like a light fallen leaf.

Passing through tens of thousands of yards of water, a huge azure enchantment was like a space-time crystal wall, repelling the sea water above and appearing in front of her. Surante's figure passed through the barrier unhindered and landed on the dry marble floor.

The Lost Continent - Atlantis.

Clear, transparent, and brilliant, like the most beautiful silky satin, the purest and most brilliant gemstone.

The water flowed silently above her, and on either side of the marble road were coral-sized buildings. The ubiquitous blue, the luster of the sea, fills every inch of space.

“......”

Holding the Aquaman's horn and a pilgrim-like look on his face, Surant slowly walked along the road, burgundy stiletto-heeled women's shoes stepping on the stone slab, striking an inexplicable and smooth rhythm.

Above the field of vision, there is an endless azure blue, slightly rippling through the great deep-sea barrier that seems to be non-existent. On the ground, countless seaweeds undulated with the air currents, and the light shimmered overhead, and schools of fish could be seen swimming by, not knowing where to go.

Directly in front of it is a tall spire-like palace, the highest point reaching out to the sea, the buildings on both sides are not visible, and the road leading to the entrance is made of a raised platform, and below is a stone staircase that extends down.

"Oh, a woman, it looks like we have one more colleague. A teasing voice came from her ears.

“......”

Surant turned to look behind him, a burly blue-haired young man, with a sleeping girl in the crook of his arm, walked towards him with cold eyes, and passed by without stopping.

From the first time they met, she knew the identity of the other party, not the exact name, but the code name on this dark blue great enchantment protection continent.

She's a sea witch, and he's a sea dragon.

The continuous colonnade seems to lead to the unknowable.

The walls of the dense grain on his side rippled and rippled, and Su Lante walked forward step by step, and saw the large hall at the end of the colonnade, a smooth and wide avenue leading to the hall, and the huge seamless stone bars covered the ground, carved with exquisite patterns, showing the grace and luxury of this temple here.

The halls are lined with works of art carved in coral and crystal, some as thin as pearls and some as high as three floors. At the end of the dazzling artwork is a huge throne that is connected to the coral wall behind it.

In the center of the throne, a young man in a white dress with long ice blue hair cast his gaze, and after his gaze staggered, the inexplicable voice of Kamui rippled out from the main hall:

"You're the Sea Witch?"

"Yes, Your Majesty Julian, I bring you the Aquaman Horn. She knelt on one knee, held the horn in her hand, and raised it respectfully above her head.

"Did you inherit some of your power as soon as you woke up...... You are excellent. ”

Julian raised his hand slightly, and as soon as he volleyed it in the air, Aquaman's horn left Surant's palm and appeared in his hand.

"Sure enough, it was my trumpet. ”

He clenched his horn, a smile appeared on his cold face, and his eyes followed the voice to Su Lante again: "Just awakened, you should still be very weak now, go and rest, you should know where the pillar you are guarding is." ”

"Yes. ”

The sea witch lowered her head, her pupils contracted instantly, as if countless information swept through her eyes, and in the next second, the figure flickered and disappeared into the interior of the main hall.

"You've just met her, what do you think of her?"

Julian turned his gaze to the southwest corner of the main hall, and behind a pillar near the courtyard, the figure of the sea dragon stepped out.

"As a woman, she's already good. ”

An arrogant smile hung on the corner of the sea dragon's mouth, and there was a look of disapproval in his eyes, and he smiled lightly: "But at best, it's just a woman, and I didn't even notice it behind her." ”

"I admit you to be the best. ”

Julian looked at him calmly, and his manicured nails tapped his gauntlets lightly twice: "Including the sacrifice you chose." ”

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When the sleeping girl woke up, she opened her eyes and saw a pair of blue eyes, like the boundless and endless sea overhead. Surrounded by an empty altar, the seat of the ridge rises high, and he lies in the center of the altar, as if he is held in the palm of a huge hand.

"You're awake, delicious little bread. ”

Julian used his fingertips to draw a line of curves on Lily's body that fit the young man, while placing his other hand behind his back.

The girl found herself paralyzed, she squirmed her throat, and her vocal cords seemed to be frozen by some force, and could not have formed a tremor on a scale. She rolled her eyeballs in horror, looking at Julian in horror through her thick eyelashes, her shining blue eyes.

"You are really beautiful, but beauty is always short-lived, isn't it? Human life is short and fragile, if you are willing to give your life for me, then in the name of the Lord of the Four Seas, I will grant you eternal beauty. ”

Julian smiled and confided in the characters, and the beautiful sentences seemed to carry some kind of magical rhyme, which made the girl on the altar fascinated, and involuntarily bowed her head slightly.

"Very well, you will be my bride......"

He gently clasped the girl's wrist, and the beautiful line of his lips stuck to her thin lips, and a trace of blood spilled from the corners of their lips and dripped onto the white altar.

The light gradually dimmed, and in the darkness, there seemed to be the sound of chewing...... (To be continued.) )