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#145-Chapter 145
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"Look at this, old guys. I am now broadcasting the'flamingo' haunt on the hot search. It is said that this is a flamingo that escaped from a safari park and accidentally ate some mysterious anomalous energy object. There has been a mutation...Here, it usually has to be below minus ten degrees in winter, but because of this big turkey, the temperature has soared to forty degrees. Look at my sweat..."
"What big turkey!" Zhang Zhao, the Fengshen who came, stepped on the brakes and screamed. In the sharp friction between the tires and the ground, he just heard the live broadcast of the small video of the onlookers, and he raised his hand. With a sweat, he said irritably, "What did the vanguard eat? Why haven't the unrelated personnel cleared it? How about the barrier?"
"The target has been moving, and the blockade cannot be spread." The field service on the scene explained carefully while hurriedly stepping forward to clear the people.
The author has something to say:
"Let's go now, uncle police, we will..." The onlookers who filmed the video laughed, while still dragging on the spot, trying to steal a few more shots. At this moment, everyone exclaimed at the same time. Not far behind them, the originally gloomy sky suddenly seemed to be lit by something. From bottom to top, layers of bright red were rendered distinctly, and then, a distant bird's song penetrated the layers. Yunxia, she was very clear when she landed, and there was an echo. For a while, all the people who heard the bird's song couldn't help smiling.
Immediately afterwards, a giant bird comparable in length to a large passenger plane swept across the southern sky, like a huge red-crowned crane, surrounded by a raging fire, burning the surrounding air to curl and misty, and the bird body under the flame was faintly shining. Blu-ray.
The field energy detector on the scene screamed, and if the bird felt it, he turned his head and turned his eyes.
Zhang Zhao only felt that a wave of unreasonable shudder climbed up from the back spine. Years of field experience made him press the pause for a second without thinking!
The body of the giant bird was instantly frozen in the air, and the picture was like a special effects shot of a movie. Fengshenyi’s field staff rushed up with training at the moment when time was paused. A wave of power was picked up at the fastest speed, and it was especially good. The dead onlookers immediately retreated, and another wave of water system special energy condensed a large water wall more than ten meters high behind them at the same time.
The next moment, the frozen time flowed faster.
With a "boom", the giant "red-crowned crane" flapped its wings, and a huge fireball fell from the sky, like a great natural disaster in ancient legends. The big water wall supported by the field workers is simply a playful soap bubble. The fireball has quietly evaporated to the sky before it gets close.
Zhang Zhaoduan shouted: "Withdraw!"
The field workers turned around and ran, and then, the big fireball with a diameter of more than 20 meters crashed on the ground. The fireball smashed into a deep pit where people just stood. The fire raged, smoke and sparks splashed, with a radius of tens of Plants in the rice, wooden signs, cars... almost all combustibles were scorched.
Zhang Zhao got a dead crowd under his armpits, rolled out in embarrassment, took off his coat, slapped off the sparks on his body, and jumped into his colleague's car.
"When will the support arrive? Boss, what kind of high-efficiency fertilizer did this flamingo eat wrong?"
Wang Ze's big face appeared in the video: "Maybe it was part of the fossil of the former big demon's corpse, which was activated by Red Abyss. The bird is a bit reborn after eating.
Zhang Zhao: "What kind of thing is it? I said the boss, how do you choose to go abroad when the people need you most?"
Wang Ze replied honestly: "Hey, you can tell. But it doesn't work if I am here, because the bird may return to "Bi Fang". Have you ever heard of the carp that can fight Bi Fang?"
Zhang Zhao was stunned for a second, and then began to scream: "Doesn't it feel that it is a bit far back to the file!"
The voice fell, and another big fireball fell.
The fire and smoke made people unable to open their eyes, and the field workers fled hurriedly in a sea of fire.
Wang Ze: "Stay for a while, and support will come soon."
"Don't stand and talk because your back hurts, who the fuck can hold it!"
In the chaos, suddenly, a helicopter roared from far to near, and then, amid the huge noise of the propeller turning, a whistle came out. The whistle was so soft that it almost followed the uncle parrot at the flower and bird market. The whistle volume is about the same, but like a very thin, very sharp line, it easily penetrates all noise.
Afterwards, the whistle's ending sound turned, and it turned out a tactful tune-listen carefully, it was "The Moon Represents My Heart", which is not out of tune at all, it is quite level.
Zhang Zhao stepped on the brake and looked up in amazement.
Obviously, this little song was not only heard by the field workers on the ground, but the ancestor Bi Fangniao, who was raging everywhere, shivered suddenly, and was "confessed" for no reason. It was like a little girl who was blocked by a gangster, and was greatly frightened. Before the sentence "I love you how deep" was blown, the firebird jumped up suddenly, flapping its wings in a panic, and losing a lot of hair.
But there seemed to be an invisible spider web in the air, which stuck to the big bird, no matter how it flapped its wings, it stayed in place.
Then the fire on the ground and mid-air was being drawn by something, turning into fire "wires", flying up to the sky, tying up the big bird with five flowers.
The fire on the bird's body was suppressed by something, getting smaller and smaller, and finally extinguished completely, revealing the blue bird's body. It struggled desperately, but the line of flames tightened.
At this time, Zhang Zhao heard a low and gentle male voice not far away: "The wind is coming."
The field worker put his head out of the car window and saw a man on the roof of the colleague next to him. He was wrapped in a beige cashmere coat, his broad hem was curled up by the wind with his long hair, and a paper sign was held between his fingers. The black energy on the talisman is trembling, and it is the devilish energy that makes people tremble. It is held in the palm of the hand like a jade, and it is black and white, but it is inexplicably more strange.
Zhang Zhao: "Your Majesty!"
With a flick of Sheng Lingyuan's finger, the charm floated out, and the surrounding smoke and dust were swept over by the charm, disappearing without a trace. Then he stood up with his hands in a hurry, turned his face halfway, and nodded at Zhang Zhao condescendingly, saying, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
Zhang Zhao had a sore nose for no reason, and almost knelt down and shouted "Long live".
The thick smoke was swept away by a spell from your Majesty, and the field crew on the ground saw the situation in the sky clearly, and saw a person jumping on the approaching helicopter, carrying a stylish hang gliding wing on his back. Sliding into the air, he stretched out his hand towards the tied bird from a distance, and the line of fire on the bird's body was smoothly rolled into a bunch and fell into his palm.
The man took the line of fire and dragged the big flamingo down like a kite. As he approached the ground, the tens of meters long flamingo became smaller and smaller, and the blue light on his body became darker...
The hang gliding wing landed extremely lightly, as if it were not a heavy machine, but the wings that the driver had grown out of himself, and even the dust did not startle much. The man pushed the goggles on top of his head, and the whistle in his mouth continued. The tone had changed from "The Moon Represents My Heart" to "You Are a Fire in Winter".
"Director Xuan!"
Xuan Ji hooked her finger and dragged the kite...the returning Bi Fangniao from the sky.
At this time, Bi Fang had returned to his normal flamingo size and was forcibly dragged to the ground. When he landed, he rolled a few times and split a fork in public. Then he shivered severely under the dumbfounded gaze of a group of field workers. After a while, craned his neck, coughed out a flame-colored stone, and planted it down and stopped moving.
"Dead, dead?"
"No, call the zoo and ask them to take them away." Xuan Ji put the line of fire into her palm, and then picked up the small flame-colored stone. "Tsk...it's a'heart pill'. what."
The strange blue of the flamingo gradually faded, revealing the normal body of the bird. Sheng Lingyuan fell from the roof of the car lightly, and explained to the foreign staff without hesitation: "During the Jiuzhou melee, the demons persecuted the Winged Clan, and many Winged Clan people died in the chase of the same clan. If they died just right. Catch up with the place where the spiritual energy converges, and it happens to be full cloudy time, solar and lunar eclipse, after the death of the great demon, grievances will be difficult to dissipate. Dan', it may have been stimulated by Red Abyss recently. Um...but don't worry, this thing is indispensable for the right time and place, but it is indispensable, and there will not be one in thousands of years."
Zhang Zhao carefully looked at the flamingo who passed out: "What about it, will it become a demon in the future?"
"Swallowing for a while, it will have no effect, will not be demonized, and will not be significantly higher in intelligence than that of the same race." Xuan Ji moved her shoulders, took a cigarette from the cigarette box, and then casually took the danger away. "Heart Pill" used an empty cigarette case to roll it up, put it in his pocket, and said like two to eighty thousand, "If it is true, you will kneel when you hear me eight hundred miles away, and dare to run?"
Sheng Lingyuan stuck in his pocket, standing a few meters away, smiling at him without words.
After the resurgence of Red Abyss, although the "administrator" Xuan Ji was present, as many ancient relics regained their spirituality, the alien control bureau that was not used to it was still busy turning around. The local branch offices can't deal with the big monsters of the level of Bifang, they can only upload the headquarters layer by layer to transfer the most elite field workers. The twelve field teams from the Headquarters Security Bureau happened to be all performing tasks in the field. Only Aeolus had just returned. Coincidentally, because various countries were preparing to establish official international organizations for special energy management, the boss of Aeolus Wang Ze followed Xiao Zheng for a meeting abroad.
Zhang Zhao was under great pressure. He felt like an orphan without parents and helpless. He wanted to hug him when he saw his thigh, and he kept moving towards Xuan Ji.
"Director Xuan, besides any heart pill, is there anything else I can eat to return to my ancestors?"
"Yes," Xuan Ji nodded, "Big monster bones, unborn heavenly spirits, magic weapons enshrined by various races, plants with aura—thousand years of Ganoderma lucidum—were eaten by something similar in blood or a little spiritual. It may change."
Zhang Zhao seemed to have seen his life working overtime until his death, and his eyes went dark: "No way!"
Xuan Ji glanced at him amusedly: "What do you think? These things were robbed of the world's treasures three thousand years ago. They have been harvested three feet long ago. Waiting for you to remember? How many slippages? It’s not bad for the fish to give you a long experience."
Zhang Zhao's heart moved: "That is to say, can people eat this kind of thing?"
"Yes, I'm not afraid to die," Xuan Ji said, "but this thing is too long ago, and the spiritual aura on it has long been dissipated. It cannot be traced back to the original master's practice or poison. These treasures of heaven and earth The ingredients are unknown, just like Chinese herbal medicine mixed with a lot of plants, maybe mixed with two guttata, or something like this, it’s easy to get into trouble if you eat it, so it’s fine to die on the spot."
Zhang Zhao shuddered.
Sheng Lingyuan next to him smiled and said, "Although most of you are of alien blood, you are all too thin. I really want to improve myself. It's better to learn Human Charms."
Zhang Zhao said: "But I heard that most of them are lost..."
"I am cultivating, and I am idle," Sheng Lingyuan glanced at Xuan Ji. "Based on the collection of the patriarch for many years, I will try to trim the classics, but it is unavoidable that there are omissions. Everyone who restores the ancient books has bothered to check.
Zhang Zhao heard that his Majesty revealed his willingness to guide his younger generations, his eyes lit up, and suddenly he found that there was a big backing in the Alien Control Bureau. He felt that his Majesty was completely different from what he imagined as a "famous tyrant". Xu Buji's rhythm, joy and anger are invisible, he is gentle and elegant, and he can see the deep education traces in his gestures.
"Sure enough, history is all about face-lifting." Zhang Zhao thought to himself, completely unaware that their director Xuan shivered severely when Sheng Lingyuan said the word "patriarch".
"A few people here to help me remove this stuff," Xuan Ji touched the hang gliding wing on her chin, and whispered to the field worker next to her, "It's cumbersome, it's like carrying a turtle shell on her back."
Sheng Lingyuan heard the sound and looked over, and said with a smile: "Where, you look good."
"That's right," Zhang Zhaoshun flattered, "Gliding Wing God walks, cool!"
I don't know why, after listening to this flattery, Director Xuan was not only unhappy, his face was a bit ugly.
After Zhang Zhao finished holding it, he suddenly remembered something-wrong, Director Xuan, as the patriarch of Suzaku, isn't he the ancestor of the bird? What hang gliding wing does God use?
He couldn't help but glanced behind Xuan Ji.
"What to look at!" Xuan Ji noticed his gaze, as if someone had stepped on his tail, and his face turned green. "Wings are on annual leave, can't you?"
Zhang Zhao: "...oh."
The treatment of the wings of the god bird is not ordinary, but don't know if there are five insurances and one housing fund.
Sheng Lingyuan let out a low laugh, Xuan Ji's facial features twisted for a moment, as if she wanted to be frustrated, but she quickly glanced at Sheng Lingyuan and didn't dare to attack. His anger had clearly rushed to his face, and before he burned his face, he was suffocated alive. He was like a barrel of gas tank that dared not speak. He skimmed his gliding wings and did not speak to his majesty. He turned around in front of a flammable and explosive gas.
Not only did Sheng Lingyuan didn't care about him, his majesty who was too lazy to say a word usually stayed on his own initiative, and thoughtfully instructed the field workers to finish the process, and taught two charms on the spot, which was not annoying at all.
Zhang Zhao held the recorder to "listen" the whole process, lest he miss a word, until the evening, when the scene was processed, Zhang Zhao put Sheng Lingyuan in the car and couldn't help saying: "Your Majesty seems to be in a bright mood today."
"Well," Sheng Lingyuan nodded, "I have received a ‘bright’ collection."
The "bright" collection is hung in his living room, extending from the balcony to the dining room, covering a whole wall.
In the evening, as soon as Sheng Lingyuan went home and opened the door, the brilliant light rushed into his arms like joy, illuminating the entire dim corridor—they were a pair of huge wings made of countless red bird feathers. On the wall, there is no need to turn on the lighting in the living room.
Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand and covered his eyes: "It's too bright."
As soon as the voice fell, those feathers could be understood, and it was a little darker obediently, the light became dim and warm, entangled with him, and Sheng Lingyuan’s perennial cold porcelain skin warmed up. Put a few shopping bags in his hand on the porch cabinet: "Xiao Ji——"
Xuan Ji appeared like a little ghost from nowhere, and took the shopping bag from him without saying a word.
"Didn't your mother ask you to go back for the New Year, don't be rude," Sheng Lingyuan said, "I bought some things, but I don't know the customs at this time, you see if it is appropriate."
Xuan Ji, who usually talks nonsense and pulls in the car, cherishes the words like gold: "Oh."
Sheng Lingyuan: "Why, what's upsetting?"
Xuan Ji: "No."
"Huh?" Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyebrows slightly.
Under his gaze with a smile, Xuan Ji had to hang up the corners of the two mouths with difficulty, like a fake "little boy", grinding his teeth, he said every word: "No, yes, I am pretty, tall, happy, and good."
At the same time, the feathered wings on the wall flickered a few times and went dark.
It had to be started from the bar Xuan Ji talking about it that day, and he chased it all the way out. At that time, he was really panicked-he was not afraid of Sheng Lingyuan, anyway, Sheng Lingyuan had no bottom line for him since he was a child. Juzui, for a few days of the Cold War, Xuan Ji knew subconsciously that Sheng Lingyuan was reluctant to treat him. He was mainly afraid of making his majesty angry. Sheng Lingyuan had a migraine for half his life. Although he didn't commit much after taking back the Suzaku bloodline, his body was still not well, what if?
Xuan Ji was afraid that he would not go out to get sick because of a fire, so when Sheng Lingyuan tied him up and dragged him into the celestial magical realm, Xuan Ji was quite cooperative and did not resist at all.
He thought that Sheng Lingyuan might want to beat him up, want him to hurt, but didn't want to hurt him, so he dragged him into the illusion—the illusion can magnify the senses, and it is said that a slap on the face can slap half of his head and fly. Effect. Xuan Ji was fully prepared for this, anyway, as long as Ling Yuan could vent his anger, it would be considered a sweet burden... After all, the last time he was dragged into the Heavenly Demon Realm was very beautiful.
... Then he learned the demon's methods.
The illusion can indeed amplify the senses, but the direction is different from what he expected.
Suzaku's wings moved in the wind, and the slightest air flow passed by, and the wings could discern the ins and outs of the breeze. As soon as he fell into the illusion, he was forced to follow the illusion master's wishes and display his wings. Xuan Ji immediately noticed My own "listening to the wind" wing feathers are more than a hundred times more acute in the heavenly magical illusion, and even a few feet away can make the wings shudder.
A cold hand covered his wings from behind, Xuan Ji shivered instinctively, and called out "Lingyuan" in a dumb voice, but before the word "Yuan" was round, he changed his tone into a scream, almost tearing. It didn't come down—Sheng Lingyuan drew a feather from his wing.
"I heard that some winged tribes have tens of thousands of feathers in their feather garments..." Every time the old demon pulls a feather from him, he kisses that wing, and the torture doubles.
"The patriarch is the king of hundred birds, I don't know how many wings there are?"
The answer is one hundred and eight thousand sticks on one side, and one stick grows when one loses one. It really is a very spiritual number.
Don't ask how you know it.
This will be the end of the episode for the time being, because we need to edit the text, it is over without writing it, and the full text will be replaced with refined editing in about October.
As for whether there is any more after finishing the text...well, let it happen.
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