Full-time Heroic Spirit starting from Douluo

"How to answer their questions reasonably so that I can maintain my mysterious image in their eyes to the greatest extent..."

On the Throne of Heroes.

Shi's fingers were frozen in the air, his thumb and index finger rubbing each other, organizing and considering the words in his heart.

First, he can now confirm:

The "people" in the two [mirrors] in front of me are most likely the aborigines of Douluo Continent, rather than some heroic spirits who refuse to show their faces.

This judgment is made because the mental fluctuations they reveal are too low. The strength of their single-round souls cannot even compare to Hassan the Cursed Wrist, let alone the heroic spirits in other mysterious legendary epics.

In the perception of time now:

The "Knight of the Gun" is just a young child; the "Assassin" may be older than the former, but not much, and his mental strength is about the same as him.

"Why am I passive?"

Looking up and looking around, thinking that the scene here resembled the wise King Gilgamesh's Uruk Tower, Shi Chen muttered in a low voice:

"This is my martial spirit. This world is my home court. I am obviously the protagonist here. I will attack hard on the Internet."

The fingertips lightly touched the air, and the soul power surged slightly:

[If the name has the value of being called, I will naturally call it; accordingly, if the name has no value of being called, I will naturally not bother to call it. 】

[This is common sense, Miscellaneous Cultivator. 】

Anyway, Jin Shining hasn't been summoned by me yet, so he shouldn't notice playing like this... Shichen muttered silently in his heart.

[Knight of the Spear: You call yourself the king. I wonder if you are the prince of the Star Luo Empire?Or the prince of the Tiandou Empire? 】

[Assassin: Where is this?Your Excellency called us here. What's the matter? 】

Where is this place?Uruk or Chaldea?

The "Knight of the Spear" has the concept of a prince in his heart. It seems that he can usually come into contact with people at the noble level, or "he" himself is a noble; but the "Assassin" is not, and he is still asking me about my purpose... The time is not at my fingertips. stop:

[Of course I have something to do with you. You should be honored to be summoned by this king and listen to the king's orders from my own mouth, Zaxiu. 】

After a pause, Shichen stopped writing, feeling that coding was too troublesome.

He had inexplicably forced the two of them into the Hall of Valor, and might even have trapped their souls in the [Mirror]. Their mood at the moment should be one of abnormal shock and astonishment, even mixed with some fear of the unknown.

"It's a pity that I can only watch them write words on the mirror, and I can't judge their tone and state of mind from these cold words."

Shi Chen shook his head and sighed: "It would be great if I could see them in person and communicate directly face to face like a video call."

While thinking about it, he snapped his fingers again out of boredom.

"Snapped!"

A clear voice sounded again in the empty palace, reverberating like a lingering sound between several rock pillars and under the towering dome.

Then,

As the sound gradually faded away, the two clear mirrors seemed to be covered with a thin layer of gauze, looking like mirrors that had not yet been polished. The reflected faces were blurry; but there was something in the turbidity. There was a hint of clarity, as if there was a wisp of lavender mist flowing slowly.

It's like a whirlpool, breathtaking and very beautiful.

Suddenly!

Shi Chen was shocked to notice that as the lavender mist covering the two mirrors gradually dissipated, the surface of the [mirror] returned to its smoothness.

Different from before,

[Mirror] is no longer simply floating words, nor is it "clear" like an ordinary mirror, but more of a "transparent" meaning!

It can connect the "transparency" in the mirror and outside the mirror.

The intuitive feeling of the moment: rather than saying that they are mirrors, it is better to say that they are the mobile phone screens of social animals in previous lives.

The kind of video conference!

The next moment, when the fog completely dissipated, it was as if someone touched the surfaces of the two mirrors, making the whole thing suddenly become illusory, and there seemed to be little blue particles of starlight inside.

It's like a holographic projection.

On two high-backed stone seats inlaid with mirrors, the blue starlight gathered and transformed into two blurry figures, sitting upright on both sides of the bronze stone table.

While sitting on the Throne of Heroes.

Occupying the top position, with his legs crossed, his brown eyes slightly raised, he quietly examined the two "guests" who had "voluntarily" arrived...

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Zhu Zhuqing's small mouth opened slightly, and this level of expression change can already express:

She is confused now!

Although this was not the first time she had been dragged here, she was still confused.

During her lunch break, her consciousness had been forcibly locked in the [Mirror]. In the mirror, she could figure out that the space where she existed was very narrow, and she could only slide her fingers to write on the mirror surface.

Then, she turned her head, and through the mirror, her black and white eyes saw the figure sitting at the top.

However, that figure was shrouded in a layer of golden light, making it difficult for her to see clearly, both in terms of appearance and figure.

Facing the unknown mysterious person, Zhu Zhuqing was able to quickly regain his calm thinking due to his family's nearly cold training he received since childhood.

After discovering that her fingertips could leave traces on the mirror, and that the mysterious man showed no ill will towards her, she immediately wrote down the three words "Who are you", hoping that the other party would respond to her.

I hope the other party can answer...whether the abnormal situation that happened to me is related to "him".

Who knows, the mysterious man just raised his arm without knowing what he was doing, then put it down, then snapped his fingers, and then...

There's no after that.

The sense of restraint that imprisoned her spirit disappeared immediately with the snap of the mysterious man's fingers, and her spiritual consciousness returned to her original body.

The trance and unreality made Zhu Zhuqing feel that all this was a dream.

until just now.

As usual, she completed breathing and breathing in the room, meditating and practicing, not wanting to miss a single minute of practice time.

Xiao Huan, the personal maid, always complained that she was practicing crazy magic, unlike her eldest sister Zhu Zhuyun who took the maid to various shops in the city from time to time.

However, being born into the Zhu family, even the slightest difference in strength will determine whether her future destiny will be happy or sad.

She obviously just wants to live in peace.

Sitting cross-legged on the black velvet quilt, she slightly adjusted her breasts, which she shouldn't have at this age, and had begun to take shape.

Zhu Zhuqing was very troubled by this.

This will affect the time it takes for her to enter a meditative state.

result,

Not long after practicing meditation, the feeling that seemed to pull her soul out of her body at noon enveloped her whole body again...

By the time she noticed this situation, it was already too late.

In the small space in the [mirror], Zhu Zhuqing regained her sight. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the same scene as at noon.

the difference is,

She discovered that in addition to herself, the mysterious man shrouded in golden light also invited another "guest", who was sitting opposite the bronze stone table, looking at her from a distance.

After a brief exchange.

When the mysterious man revealed a corner of his identity for the first time, he snapped his fingers again. Zhu Zhuqing originally thought that the mysterious man was angry and wanted to cut off the contact, but the result was that the two of them broke away. mirror】.

Talk to this "King" face to face!

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In the majestic palace, Zhu Zhuqing sat on a high-backed stone seat, looking around half confused and half curiously. The figure sitting opposite her was also blurry. It seemed that it was the first time that she had done so. Making the same looking movements as hers.

Whether it was the majestic and retro Shenyu Palace or the bronze stone table engraved with ancient patterns... Zhu Zhuqing was lost in thought for a long time.

"Boom!"

Outside the pagoda, two bolts of lightning were like a pair of scissors, tearing apart the dull black and gray curtain. The thunder was rolling, but it still could not cover up the sound of rain outside the palace.

A gust of cold wind mixed with drops of rain and dew poured into the hall, causing the orange candlelight on the stone pillars to sway slightly.

The flames seemed to be affected by the biting cold wind, and became a bit smaller as they swayed, making the entire hall darker and darker in the rainy night.

"This... king? Where is this..."

As soon as Zhu Zhuqing spoke, he was slightly startled. This was not her voice!

Her voice just now was mature and magnetic. It was not so much her voice as it was the voice of a beautiful woman with great charm.

The figure opposite her also swayed slightly, and his lips wriggled slightly:

"I wonder what you want to do?"

Like Zhu Zhuqing, the "assassin" stopped abruptly when he finished speaking the last word, as if he was aware of something wrong with his voice.

The sound is flat and featureless.

The two people stared at each other across the bronze stone table, as if they wanted to see something, then gave up and fell into silence. Then they turned their heads in unison, walked up the eleven steps, and looked at the man sitting on the throne. "King of Gold".

"There is no need to panic. People who have come from afar, I have always been very tolerant to my guests. I will temporarily forgive your rudeness this time."

Shichen was not in a hurry to answer their questions. He changed his position, supporting his head with his right hand and resting his left hand on his leg. His eyes were slightly lowered, and he slightly imitated the tone of the magician Gilgamesh:

"Welcome to my king's Chaldea..."

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ps: I originally wanted to write about Uruk, but today I have four five-star players in my new home: Dai Mao (free to receive); Sima Yi (Lenis); Gao Yang of Light; Napoleon (originally I wanted to draw Sherlock Holmes);