On the North Atlantic, sparkling and watery, a luxurious cruise ship sails quietly under the moon.

In the ship's restaurant, many maids are busy arranging dinner.

"Young Master Jin, the family wants you to go over right away. A middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper said to a handsome boy about thirteen or fourteen years old. "Got it! Uncle Lin, tell me when dinner is ready, I played games all day and starved to death. By the way, by the way, help me save the game......" The little boy muttered, put down the game console in his hand, and walked helplessly towards the study.

"Dad, I'm here. Is there something wrong?" cried out the little boy as soon as he entered the study. Soon, however, he discovered that there were other people in the study. In the study, a middle-aged man was discussing something with a blonde and blue-eyed old man, and when he saw the golden dragon dance coming, he said happily: "It's just in time, the golden dragon dance, meet Uncle Liu quickly." ”

"Uncle Liu is good. Although Jin Longwu was still young, he made a standard aristocratic etiquette to Uncle Liu. "Good, good. I have been in the British high society for more than ten years, and I have rarely seen anyone who can make such a standard of aristocratic etiquette! Obviously, he was particularly satisfied with the Golden Dragon Dance, and couldn't help but reach out and touch the Golden Dragon Dance's head.

"Uncle Liu, you're polite. This time, I brought the Golden Dragon Dance here to entrust him to you. Jin Jiajun looked at the golden dragon dance, his eyes were full of reluctance, but he resolutely stated the purpose.

"What?!" Uncle Liu said in shock.

"Yes, I entrust it to you. You know, although I went abroad to study and do business very early. I have only recently inherited the position of head of the family, and I have not been able to gain a stable foothold in the family, and my wife died in a car accident very early, and I will definitely encounter many difficulties when I return to China to do business. You always know that the most terrible thing is not the battle of swords and guns, but the unpredictable business war. Although I started training some sanda skills in the Golden Dragon Dance at an early age, it was still not enough. After thinking about it, I can only entrust him to you. Jin Jiajun looked at Uncle Liu and said solemnly.

Uncle Liu sighed: "It seems that you have been prepared. Well, I promised. When you stabilize your position in the family and have no worries, I will let Long Wu go to you......"

At the same time, in the captain's room of the cruise ship.

"Report! There's an emergency!" the first mate panicked into the captain's room.

"What's the situation?" the captain frowned.

"I just noticed that over the course ahead, clouds are accumulating. I'm afraid there will be a big storm soon. If we keep moving forward, I'm afraid it's over......" The first mate wiped his cold sweat and said hurriedly.

"Huh?" the captain spread out the route map, gestured a few times, and then said decisively: "First mate, you go and inform everyone on board, we will immediately change the course and evacuate urgently." ”

"Where?"

"Bermuda. I predict that as long as we are near the Bermuda Sea, and we don't go deep inside, there should be no danger. Although Bermuda is extremely dangerous and cannot be easily penetrated, for the time being, this is the only way to do it, otherwise we will only face the situation of shipwreck!" said the captain solemnly.

"Okay, I'll talk to the guests and inform them right away!" the first mate looked solemn, saluted, and immediately ran out.

No one noticed that over the sea in front of them, the clouds had formed, and the storm began to rage, as if another inexplicable hand, raising its hand to stir up the wind and clouds, and slowly changing direction with the change of lane of the cruise ship.

It's like the wheel of fate, no matter how you change, you will meet it and be powerless.

When the captain arrives at the refuge area and realizes that something is wrong, it is too late: the luxury cruise ship is swaying under the tearing of the storm, and the sea water rushes into the ship.

With an inexplicable flash of thunder, the huge cruise ship was split in half.

This is no ordinary natural disaster.

In the face of natural disasters, all resistance seems ridiculous. Soon, luxury cruise ships began to sink.

"Dragon Dance, Dragon Dance!" After the storm, Jin Jiajun swam in the icy water, calling out to the Golden Dragon Dance, but he couldn't see the figure of the Dragon Dance, "Dragon Dance! Where are you? Answer me quickly!!".

"Master, get on the lifeboat!" cried the captain on the lifeboat.

"Leave me alone!Find Dragon Dance!Dragon Dance!Dragon Dance!" Jin Jiajun ignored the captain's words, his eyes kept searching the sea, and he kept silently chanting in his heart: "You'll be fine, you'll be fine!

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Golden Dragon Dance's thin body was also swimming in the icy waters. Just in the middle of the storm, he was blown away by a fierce wind, slammed into the side of the ship, and passed out. When he came to his senses, there was no one around. Long Wu called out to his father, but he didn't hear an answer for a long time. In desperation, he could only choose one direction and keep swimming. Unfortunately, the direction he chose was the direction with his back to the cruise ship.

I don't know how long he swam, but gradually, he felt that his clothes soaked in the sea were getting heavier and heavier, his limbs were getting weaker and weaker, and his mind began to become dizzy...... Eventually, he lost his strength and sank into the water.

At the last moment of the coma, in the cold sea water and bottomless darkness, Jin Longwu vaguely saw a white point of light, as if it was a small sword. Jin Longwu subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, and the moment he caught it, he was completely unconscious.

An old man who was about to die wrote a few words with great effort, looked at the soldiers with swords approaching outside, laughed a few times, and then raised his hand to tear the paper into pieces, and with a wave of his hand, he broke through the void and threw it in.

Before he gave up, a cold light passed, and the last thing the old man saw was a standing body without a head.

In another unknown place, there is an altar filled with the atmosphere of vicissitudes of antiquity. On the altar, in the midst of the heavy seals, a sword shook slightly, emitting a faint dragon groan, and then it was quiet again, and there was no more sound.

Outside the altar, several guards looked at it suspiciously, but found nothing, and then they were relieved, turned their heads, and ignored it again. As everyone knows, the wheel of fate has been quietly activated.

(The first time I write a novel, a newcomer, the front of the novel may be more ordinary.) I will try to modify it later, I hope you can be patient and look at it. Ten chapters may be better later. Also, the contemptible people have been chasing "Sword in the Snow" and "Jiang Ye" recently, and the style of writing is also planning to be on par with them! Everyone, please allow me to chase this dream!)

PS again: There are too many novel names now! The name of the novel has long been preemptively registered, and the tears are falling......