Two more days have passed since the battle between Jiang Yeran and Yuntai. In the past two days, Jiang Yeran and his entourage have recuperated and led the surviving students in the first grade to explore the virtual system to a certain extent.

Although a series of first-grade third-rate masters such as Wang Jun, Jiang Rui, and Yue Cheng were all deeply injured after experiencing the original battle of encircling and suppressing Yuntai, they fortunately did not die, which also brought convenience to Jiang Yeran and several people to provide rescue.

As for the remaining second-year students, after they died in the battle in Yuntai, Wei Zhijun and Guan Lixue retreated in embarrassment, they all chose to give up resistance. After all, with a strong existence like Jiang Yeran, no matter how stubbornly they resisted, they would not be able to escape death.

In this regard, Jiang Yeran also thoroughly implemented our good tradition of treating prisoners preferentially, and after asking these students to hand in 100 points each, he happily released them back to the second grade.

At this moment, Jiang Yeran was lying on his back on a small hillside basking in the sun with his eyes closed, humming a tune softly in his mouth, and an indescribable comfort on his face. The snow-white night ink also lay on the ground, rolling back and forth for a while, and leaning on all sides for a while. On the contrary, the little fox was lying quietly on Jiang Yeran's lap, occasionally narrowing his eyes into a slit, and he didn't know whether he was looking at Yemo or Jiang Yeran.

"We're busy down there, you're so Yaxing, and you're lazy here!"

Just when Jiang Yeran was enjoying this nourishing little life, a soft drink came from behind, strongly condemning Jiang Yeran's style of throwing off the shopkeeper.

"Okay, don't be angry, it's rare to have such a leisurely time, just let me be stable for a while. A relaxed smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Yeran's mouth, even if he didn't look at it with his eyes closed, he knew that it was Song Ziyun who appeared behind him.

"I really can't help you. Then, Song Ziyun said as he pinched his hands and feet and walked to Jiang Yeran's side, Ying Ying smiled and said, "You didn't even call me when you came to be lazy!"

"Hahaha, my bad. Jiang Yeran moved to the side a little lazily, making way for Song Zixun.

Yemo on the side also yawned, stood up with his back hunched over, and jumped next to the little fox.

Seeing this, Song Zixun was not polite, she casually picked up the long hair scattered behind her back and lay down beside Jiang Yeran elegantly. Feeling the warm earth with a hint of residual heat beneath her, for some reason, she felt a sense of intimacy that she hadn't felt for a long time.

Opening his eyes, looking at the slender figure beside him, smelling the faint fragrance coming from Song Ziyun's body, Jiang Yeran suddenly laughed: "Ziyun, you are so fragrant." ”

Song Ziqiao's face was slightly red, lying on the ground with her eyes slightly closed, and she pillowed her head with her right hand and said, "You finally said something human." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Yeran smiled and quipped, "Is the cosmetics pickled?"

Song Ziyun: "......"

After a while, Song Ziyun's slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and under the sunlight, his dark eyes looked brilliant.

"Actually, I don't know why, but I always feel that you give me a sense of familiarity, as if we knew each other before. Song Zixun turned his head and muttered, "Did we really know each other before?"

However, when she turned her head, what she heard was Jiang Yeran's even breathing.

Song Zixun's expression trembled, she looked at the somewhat handsome face beside her, although it was full of youthful sharpness, but between the stretched eyebrows, there was a trace of fatigue that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.

This made Song Zixun suddenly feel a trance in front of him, and then the tip of his nose was sore, and he felt the urge to cry for no reason. It's like, once upon a time, there was a similar scene, a similar boy, even in a similar position, lying down next to him. And that boy, his name is Jin Yongyi.

She always remembered that when she and her younger brother were bullied in the Dragon Clan, it was the crown prince of the King of Nieyang who stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds and brought them a shade under the scorching sky with his small body.

Although at that time, the boy was beaten by his brothers and his nose and face were swollen, but afterwards he still swore to the sunset that he would become a hero in the whole world in the future.

She also remembered that it was that day onwards, the dignified third prince of Nieyang, Jin Sanzi, took care of their dragon clan from time to time, and took their sister and brother to make a lot of trouble with the dragon clan.

Song Zixun thought about it, and the corners of his mouth naturally showed a touching smile. At that time, although his father doted on her daughter, he was the dragon king after all, in charge of the entire dragon clan, and he usually had no time to take care of his own heirs, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he couldn't see each other for ten days and a half months, otherwise he wouldn't let a few brothers bully their siblings.

And it was those days when Jin Yongyi took him to make trouble, so that Song Ziyun could meet his father every once in a while, even if his father was extremely helpless every time, even if he would inevitably be punished every time, but the young Song Ziyun was very happy about it.

Until the Dragon King really had no choice but to take this Third Prince of Jin, he had to come forward and let King Nieyang take it back.

Song Ziyun remembered that on the day she left, it was also a sunny afternoon, and she and Jin Yongyi were lying on the towering hill together.

It was that day that this boy with fluttering clothes and a fairy spirit raised his immature face and said that in the future, when he inherited the throne, he would marry her and let her be his queen of the main palace.

At that time, Song Zixun's eyes widened and he looked at the boy vividly, with joy and nervousness in his expression.

"But... But I've heard... You are friendly with the Han and Hades clan in the era of the Niryang lineage, and the later positions are all reserved for the saints of the Han Hades clan. ”

"Heh, I call her a bullshit saint, is she as good-looking as you, the devil knows if she's an ugly bastard!"

"But... But I don't know how to do laundry, I can't cook, I can't ...... anything."

"I'm married to my queen, the kind who doesn't touch the spring water with ten fingers, and I'm not a maidservant. ”

"But... But I'm not a noble pure-blood dragon, I'm just... Just a ......"

"I don't care if I'm pure-blooded or not, noble or not, I just know that you are my girl, and you will be my queen in the future. ”

"I... Can I really?"

"Of course, why don't you want to?"

"No, I... I do. ”

Looking at the girl who looked a little cramped in front of him, the boy smiled and rubbed her head, and promised with pride: "I am the third prince of Jin, the heir of the future King of Niyang, one person under ten thousand people, when the time comes, I will make you the queen, who dares to have an opinion?"

"Really?" Song Ziyun said with surprise on his face, and excitedly opened his arms to hug Jin Yongyi and put his face on his chest.

"That's, when did I lie to you!" Jin Yongyi grabbed the girl's slender waist with one hand, stroked the girl's waist-length hair with the other, and helped her straighten the ends of her hair that she had messed up before.

"When the time comes, I will let the three thousand beauties in the harem make you small, and let them listen to you. ”

......

Late at night, in the imperial capital, far away from Tianxi City, a majestic high-rise building soared into the sky, like Optimus Prime between the entire heaven and earth.

At this time, in the huge office on the roof, warm incandescent light shines throughout the room. Illuminating the sturdy figure sitting in the young hair, this is a middle-aged man, although he is middle-aged, under the straight suit, there is no trace of the beer belly unique to middle-aged men. On the contrary, through those deep eyes, it is vaguely argued that when this uncle was young, he must have been a generation of male gods who fascinated thousands of girls.

The middle-aged man shook the goblet in his hand, and the crimson wine was like flowing blood, under the incandescent light, it also added a bit of ripe taste to the man who drank it.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the middle-aged man looked at the brightly lit night market below, even if he was on the top floor, from this perspective, the crowd below was no different from ants, but he still watched with relish.

"It's been so long, when will it be?" the middle-aged man took a sip of the wine in the glass, but he didn't have the slightest intention to turn back.

It's just that when his voice fell, there was still no figure behind him, and the entire office was so quiet that there was not even a trace of a heartbeat.

"Since you don't plan to come out, then why do you want to come to my Genting Sky Dome?" In this regard, the middle-aged man did not feel the slightest surprise, and still said indifferently.

After a long time, a subtle shadow flickered, but this change was hidden in the shadow of the incandescent lamp, and normal people could not detect the slightest mistake.

And with the flickering of this dark shadow, a thin figure wrapped in a pitch-black cloak slowly emerged.

The thin figure laughed dryly, and a deep voice came out of his throat: "As the president of the Alchemist Association, this perception ability is strong, and even my housekeeping skills in the past few decades can be recognized." ”

Although the other party was praising himself, the middle-aged man just smiled lightly and took a sip of red wine, leaning back on the sofa very naturally.

"It turns out that Ghost Dance, who is ranked third on the Shadow Assassin list, I said, who is so capable that he can run to my office unscathed without triggering security. ”

"Tell me, which family sent you? ”

The thin man, known as Oni Dance, took out a dagger from his bosom that was surging with a dark mist, and he coughed and hid his whole body in the mist: "Since you recognize my identity, you must also know the rules of the Shadow Assassin. Death, then!"

As he spoke, the thin man waved the dagger without any nonsense and stabbed directly at the middle-aged man's heart. In decades of killer career, one-hit killing is the minimum basic operation. Especially in the face of the man in front of him, Ghost Dance didn't dare to be careless.

"It seems that the price offered by the person who wants to kill me is very high!" The middle-aged man laughed lightly, but he didn't mean to make a move.

It wasn't until the dagger was close to his chest that the dark fog was about to fill his suit that he frowned and threw his hand out.

Although it was thrown out, the moment it was taken off, it carried a huge amount of power, and it hit the tip of the dagger without a mistake, making a crisp sound of "bang".

At the moment when the wine glass exploded, Ghost Dance smiled dryly, but he didn't care, although you are the president of the Alchemist Association, and your alchemy attainments are unmatched, but what does it mean for you to throw a wine glass casually?

"Heh, a wine glass, you want to second me, can you second me, a wine glass, you can make me ghost dance today, I will eat this wine glass on the spot!"