Chapter 325 The Thunderbird Begins to Resurrection
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Han Tan Si Shui
"You don't need to go, you are the king, there is no need to be on the front line." In the blurred vision, a person whose figure was so blurry that he couldn't see clearly spoke in a voice that could not be distinguished as male or female. There was not much emotion, but he could clearly hear it. A caring voice.
"Yes, I am the king, so I must stand at the front of my people." A figure in a wide purple hooded mage robe spoke softly but extremely firmly: "I don't like the crown, because it represents what it represents. It’s not just power and privilege, it’s also responsibility and obligation.”
The purple figure stretched lazily, stood up from his throne, walked to the window and looked at the scene outside: "I am not that material, but I know the responsibilities and obligations I should fulfill. , I hate these.”
That figure said irresponsible words without any scruples. The exact opposite of what he said was the pile of already processed documents on his desk. It could be said that he was just speaking out of integrity.
"But who forced me to be in this position? As a king, of course I have to give everything for my people, so this time my people will ask you, old friend." The hand of the purple figure He stretched out the window as if to grab something: "Although it's not the life I want, I still feel a bit reluctant to let it go."
The last murmur to himself made the other figure become anxious all of a sudden. He stood up, anxious and reluctant: "What do you want to do?! I won't help you clean up the mess! Come back intact for me!!" "
"Old friend, we will meet again." As he said that, the purple figure jumped out of the window. The next second, a purple thunderbird flashed through the window and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"You bastard! Why do you, a thunderbird, make choices for us humans?!" The black figure's voice was angry, but one could hear the deep concern and resentment towards his own powerlessness.Seeing his old friend leave, he seemed to have all his strength suddenly taken away from him. His tall body wanted to sit on a chair but it was empty. He fell heavily to the hard ground without realizing it.
As soon as the screen turned, a black-haired figure stood in front, facing the twisted monsters in front of him, and then he rushed forward without hesitation. Behind him were warriors wearing armor, and they followed the black-haired figure closely. None of them retreated, and their young faces were full of perseverance and determination.They all know that this is a fight with no return, but so what?In front of them is the king they admire and respect the most, and behind them is their home and family. Their world is huge, but not even an inch belongs to those beasts!They want those beasts to know that if they advance even half an inch, they will pay the price in blood! !
The picture has reached here, and the already blurry picture gradually became dim, and the world gradually became dark. The endless darkness evoked the deepest fear in Blakely's heart. It was not until this moment that Blakely discovered that he was afraid of darkness and silence. The source of it is not entirely the childhood experience, but the scars that I don’t know when it was engraved in my soul.
"Blakely! Blakely!!" Blakely heard someone calling him in a daze. Blakely opened his eyes and sat up subconsciously.
"Hi~!! My head hurts so much." Blakely was just about to observe the surrounding environment when his brain felt like a needle pricking his head.Different from the excessive consumption of magic power last time, this time he was completely overdrawn in magic power, and it was not just a simple overdraft of magic power, but also an overdraft of mental power and excessive energy consumption. However, he gritted his teeth and held on for a long time after reaching the limit of consumption. , so much so that he saw his father waving to him.
"Blakely open your eyes, I am..." A familiar voice made Blakely raise his head speechlessly. Who else could this bitch be if he wasn't Gu Lan?
"Stop it, Blakely needs to rest." With a popping sound, Hermione slapped Gulan on the head angrily.But Gulan was fine, but Hermione's mouth twitched slightly, and everyone knew that the power was mutual.Sure enough, Blakely was right.The skin of Gu Lan is as thick as anything. If you give him a blow, he won't even react at all, but the shock to his hand will cause severe pain.
So much so that Hermione was thinking about pushing this human shield out to resist damage when she encountered any danger in the future, and then turned around and ran away with Blakely and Nakuru.Anyway, this guy can fly. At most, he will get beaten and then fly away, and nothing will really happen to him.
Gulan: Listen to me and thank you.
"How's it going?" Hermione gently asked Blakely about his current situation, while pouring a cup of unknown green goo that was sticky and smelly from the kettle on the bedside table next to him. Even Blakely was still in the cup of bubbling goo. I saw three dots on it, which looked like a wailing human face that was creepy.This made Blakely's originally dazed nerves tense up instantly.He looked at Hermione with a horrified look on his face, and his first reaction was to think about where he had provoked Hermione, and why he wanted to poison himself with such an unknown magical creature?
"Hermione, if you want to kill me, please say so. However, can you make it clearer for me to die?" Blakely, who really couldn't remember how he provoked Hermione, gave up thinking in the end, pretending to be serious. He said something to Hermione that confused Hermione.Blakely said, "Destroy when you are tired."
"What are you thinking about? This is a potion brewed by Professor Snape to restore magic and mental strength. Before he went out, he specifically asked me to drink this pot of potion after you wake up." Hermione heard Blakely reacted quickly after being confused by Blakely's words. He blankly blanked and glanced at the guy who was still in the mood to joke, but he also relaxed inside. There was no problem if he could still joke. Even if there was a problem, it wouldn't be a problem. Big.
"Oh, it turned out to be Snape's revenge on me." Blakely pouted, recalling the over-the-shoulder throw he gave Snape at the end of the semester and it became clear instantly.Damn, it’s a loss.If I had known this, I should have performed what is called the Supreme Nine Throws in a Row, giving this vengeful old bat so much that even his own mother couldn't recognize him.
"Can I not drink that?" Looking at the green and bubbling unknown magical creature in his hand, Blakely felt that he might have to see Merlin after taking this sip, and he was very resistant. Although he knew how advanced Snape's potion skills were, Because of this, Blakely was even more resistant to this thing. Who knows how bad Snape's vengeful big-nosed bat would make this thing taste bad?
Although Blakely was very resistant, he still drank the cup of "Dark Creatures" under the intimidation of Hermione's eyes and silently made a note of this.He, Blakely, would never hold a grudge. What he remembered was not hatred but feelings.Blakely, who has now turned gray, feels that his life has lost its color, and he is thinking about how to drown that damn, evil, big-nosed, black and gloomy middle-aged, greasy-headed, crazy, perverted old man with his emotions.
"Yes, I am the king, so I must stand at the front of my people." A figure in a wide purple hooded mage robe spoke softly but extremely firmly: "I don't like the crown, because it represents what it represents. It’s not just power and privilege, it’s also responsibility and obligation.”
The purple figure stretched lazily, stood up from his throne, walked to the window and looked at the scene outside: "I am not that material, but I know the responsibilities and obligations I should fulfill. , I hate these.”
That figure said irresponsible words without any scruples. The exact opposite of what he said was the pile of already processed documents on his desk. It could be said that he was just speaking out of integrity.
"But who forced me to be in this position? As a king, of course I have to give everything for my people, so this time my people will ask you, old friend." The hand of the purple figure He stretched out the window as if to grab something: "Although it's not the life I want, I still feel a bit reluctant to let it go."
The last murmur to himself made the other figure become anxious all of a sudden. He stood up, anxious and reluctant: "What do you want to do?! I won't help you clean up the mess! Come back intact for me!!" "
"Old friend, we will meet again." As he said that, the purple figure jumped out of the window. The next second, a purple thunderbird flashed through the window and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"You bastard! Why do you, a thunderbird, make choices for us humans?!" The black figure's voice was angry, but one could hear the deep concern and resentment towards his own powerlessness.Seeing his old friend leave, he seemed to have all his strength suddenly taken away from him. His tall body wanted to sit on a chair but it was empty. He fell heavily to the hard ground without realizing it.
As soon as the screen turned, a black-haired figure stood in front, facing the twisted monsters in front of him, and then he rushed forward without hesitation. Behind him were warriors wearing armor, and they followed the black-haired figure closely. None of them retreated, and their young faces were full of perseverance and determination.They all know that this is a fight with no return, but so what?In front of them is the king they admire and respect the most, and behind them is their home and family. Their world is huge, but not even an inch belongs to those beasts!They want those beasts to know that if they advance even half an inch, they will pay the price in blood! !
The picture has reached here, and the already blurry picture gradually became dim, and the world gradually became dark. The endless darkness evoked the deepest fear in Blakely's heart. It was not until this moment that Blakely discovered that he was afraid of darkness and silence. The source of it is not entirely the childhood experience, but the scars that I don’t know when it was engraved in my soul.
"Blakely! Blakely!!" Blakely heard someone calling him in a daze. Blakely opened his eyes and sat up subconsciously.
"Hi~!! My head hurts so much." Blakely was just about to observe the surrounding environment when his brain felt like a needle pricking his head.Different from the excessive consumption of magic power last time, this time he was completely overdrawn in magic power, and it was not just a simple overdraft of magic power, but also an overdraft of mental power and excessive energy consumption. However, he gritted his teeth and held on for a long time after reaching the limit of consumption. , so much so that he saw his father waving to him.
"Blakely open your eyes, I am..." A familiar voice made Blakely raise his head speechlessly. Who else could this bitch be if he wasn't Gu Lan?
"Stop it, Blakely needs to rest." With a popping sound, Hermione slapped Gulan on the head angrily.But Gulan was fine, but Hermione's mouth twitched slightly, and everyone knew that the power was mutual.Sure enough, Blakely was right.The skin of Gu Lan is as thick as anything. If you give him a blow, he won't even react at all, but the shock to his hand will cause severe pain.
So much so that Hermione was thinking about pushing this human shield out to resist damage when she encountered any danger in the future, and then turned around and ran away with Blakely and Nakuru.Anyway, this guy can fly. At most, he will get beaten and then fly away, and nothing will really happen to him.
Gulan: Listen to me and thank you.
"How's it going?" Hermione gently asked Blakely about his current situation, while pouring a cup of unknown green goo that was sticky and smelly from the kettle on the bedside table next to him. Even Blakely was still in the cup of bubbling goo. I saw three dots on it, which looked like a wailing human face that was creepy.This made Blakely's originally dazed nerves tense up instantly.He looked at Hermione with a horrified look on his face, and his first reaction was to think about where he had provoked Hermione, and why he wanted to poison himself with such an unknown magical creature?
"Hermione, if you want to kill me, please say so. However, can you make it clearer for me to die?" Blakely, who really couldn't remember how he provoked Hermione, gave up thinking in the end, pretending to be serious. He said something to Hermione that confused Hermione.Blakely said, "Destroy when you are tired."
"What are you thinking about? This is a potion brewed by Professor Snape to restore magic and mental strength. Before he went out, he specifically asked me to drink this pot of potion after you wake up." Hermione heard Blakely reacted quickly after being confused by Blakely's words. He blankly blanked and glanced at the guy who was still in the mood to joke, but he also relaxed inside. There was no problem if he could still joke. Even if there was a problem, it wouldn't be a problem. Big.
"Oh, it turned out to be Snape's revenge on me." Blakely pouted, recalling the over-the-shoulder throw he gave Snape at the end of the semester and it became clear instantly.Damn, it’s a loss.If I had known this, I should have performed what is called the Supreme Nine Throws in a Row, giving this vengeful old bat so much that even his own mother couldn't recognize him.
"Can I not drink that?" Looking at the green and bubbling unknown magical creature in his hand, Blakely felt that he might have to see Merlin after taking this sip, and he was very resistant. Although he knew how advanced Snape's potion skills were, Because of this, Blakely was even more resistant to this thing. Who knows how bad Snape's vengeful big-nosed bat would make this thing taste bad?
Although Blakely was very resistant, he still drank the cup of "Dark Creatures" under the intimidation of Hermione's eyes and silently made a note of this.He, Blakely, would never hold a grudge. What he remembered was not hatred but feelings.Blakely, who has now turned gray, feels that his life has lost its color, and he is thinking about how to drown that damn, evil, big-nosed, black and gloomy middle-aged, greasy-headed, crazy, perverted old man with his emotions.
