Young Dragon Breeding Program

The color of shaking.He thought for a while and asked, "Where is Arenas? Why didn't I see him? He should be an adult now."

"Yes," Donna's mocking tone became more obvious, "He has grown up, Duran, do you want to meet him?"

Duran nodded back.

Donna took one look at him and impatiently started to leave, followed by the rest of the room.During this process, Xiuya remained silent, and just looked at the handsome young man with special eyes.He carefully looked at the appearance, and found that Duran and the Duke actually had something in common, such as the pair of similar blue eyes, but Duran's color was a little lighter, which looked like a candle reflected in a glass cup , erratic, swaying, crisp and transparent to disappear at any time.

Apart from this, there are also relatively high nose bridges and thin pale pink lips... Xiuya has always liked plump lips, because they are very suitable for kissing, but now he is not so sure about his preference.

Why the same thing, put on different people, will produce such a big difference?

This gorgeous mansion should have been praised and admired by people, but now there is no trace of it, and it is empty everywhere, as if everyone was swept out in one day.In the long corridor, only the sound of my own footsteps can be heard. In bright daylight, this place looks a little dark, and the road ahead is not clearly reflected.

Xiuya was at the end, so he had plenty of time to think about what happened just now, and what might happen to him next...

As the future heir of one of the four major families, Xiuya can appear to be brainless, lustful, and playful on the surface. Only when it is really necessary will he take off the outer skin used to disguise and reveal the secrets hidden inside. ferocious fangs and vigorous ambition.

Donna stopped in front of the door, skipped the steps of knocking and asking, unlocked and entered.

Duran noticed that she held the key in her hand.

The first thing that comes to the eye is the colorfulness of the ground.

The unused paint boxes were piled on the ground, and the color palette fell in front of the chair legs. Green, yellow, and purple were all smeared together, so dry that the original color could not be seen.The few remaining paintbrushes were pinched in the hands of the man, leaning on the high stool while sitting in an awkward position, concentrating on drawing on the watercolor paper on the drawing board.

The man did not look like a Blount.When Dulan came up with this idea, his completely incompatible behavior and temperament made him look at Donna in surprise—is this really her and Fetro's son?

The two relatively young juniors next to him seemed to be accustomed to the man's appearance.

"He's crazy." Donna said in a calm narrative tone. "Some people might say that Arenas is lucky to be alive. After all, being able to survive such a terrible murder is considered a godsend to him." Greatest favor; but let me say, my son died utterly and utterly from the moment he lost his mind."

"The body that remains survives based on his obsession. Hehe, you should not know that Arenas was a very talented child when he was young. I don't like a boy who paints all day , tell him to give up this thing.”

The tone fades to fade away.

Dulan stepped forward quietly, and saw the girl with a beautiful smile on the yellowish watercolor paper, with long and curly dark hair and curved eyes, she looked innocent, gentle and lovely like a deer.For these extra people in the room, Arenas continued to work under the pen without realizing it, with delicate and careful brushwork, no different from the concentration of ordinary people.

Dulan could tell that the girl in the painting was Donna's appearance when she was young. He couldn't help being surprised again, and turned his head to stare at Donna who was now in her twilight years, hoping to get a few words of explanation.

"Father used to draw these things," Seymour said in her stead. "He drew portraits of my grandmother and grandfather, sometimes standing together, sometimes my mother, and occasionally someone else, but he never Draw me." After a pause, he continued, "I think it's because my father's memory stopped at the year when he went crazy. Or, earlier as a child..."

Donna didn't say a word, just seeing the scene of Arenas every time, the old lady was so distraught that she lost her voice.It would be too cruel to ask her to muster up the courage to tell the truth.

Seymour's words froze.

He watched his father waving the paintbrush, and suddenly recalled a piece of paper he picked up a long time ago - when he was about five or six years old.As far as my father's countless works are concerned, it is an ordinary painting.The fine raindrops drifted down in the wind, like flower petals scattered from the clouds.The young man's face was smudged with a yellowish tint, and the corners of his lips were carefully drawn, just like the man in front of him, full of charming charm.

Seymour didn't remember where that piece of paper ended up, but he was interested in the identity of the boy for a while.Because he didn't know when his father recognized this person.However, once he went to ask Donna, he would be severely reprimanded. As time passed, he gradually forgot the existence of this time.

Obviously this person has always existed in the family, but why was he erased from history?

"What happened to the so-called murder?" Duran was referring to what happened to Arenas.

"Since Fetro left, the family has been under a terrible shadow. Constant murder, assassination, our newborns don't always live long. Seymour had a twin brother who died of food poisoning. "Donna sneered, "Of course, you don't know, how could you know, you fled so far away, no one knows you, look, you have completely shirked responsibility."

After all, she has not supported the Blunt family all these years alone.

Has anyone helped her?No!

Even the only husband who can protect her from wind and rain...

The situation on Donna's face was changing, resentment, unwillingness, and pain flashed one by one.

Arenas finally noticed that he seemed to be disturbed, and turned his head to look at them with a frown. Seeing that the atmosphere of the dispute was about to come, he felt panic and worry.

Arenas looked up at the person closest to him, and at this moment he was also looking at himself, in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Wow! Uncle, it's you." Arenas recognized in surprise, "You're back? Why didn't you tell me?"

As a result, Dulan didn't answer for a while, he continued on his own: "Father should have come back too! Where is he? By the way, I want to let him see my paintings. But my father always said it was very good, very good." Well, I don't think he's paying attention at all."

Hearing his sincere, childlike tone, Duran suddenly felt his nose ache.

At that time, Arenas was only up to the height of his knees, and it was incredible that he still remembered himself.

"What do you think? Uncle, what do you think?"

Duran looked back and leaned over. "It's remarkable," he said. "You're drawing a great woman, which is fine. Don't forget your father, too, if he can't see himself in your work." will be disappointed."

"Really..." Arenas said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Donna looked at this middle-aged man on his way to old age indifferently, like looking at a stray dog ​​by the side of the road.

"I find it strange that I didn't kick you out immediately, but was willing to talk to you." Donna said to Duran, "At that time, you were the only one who could control the overall situation, but Abandoning all of this, I willfully ran to that remote place, and became a black-robed mage that the world despises..."

"I don't know if you are pursuing immortality, or something else... No matter what, you are sorry for your brother, and even the whole family. So I decided to take it upon myself to delete your name from the family tree forever."

"Anyone who asks about you... No, I won't let anyone know. I used to think so. As long as I live in this world, I will erase your existence. If it wasn't because Seymour was a child, he was That despicable third-rate mercenary group chased him down, and you saved his life, today, I would rather die than see you."

Hearing this, Seymour was shocked, and immediately looked at Duran, as if recalling something else, even Xiuya tilted his head in surprise.Dulan lowered his eyes lightly, as if he was not surprised by her knowledge.

Donna paused and questioned.

"I really don't understand, why did you leave after his death? Why can you be so cruel and selfish?!"

The old man's voice was too hoarse.

The difficult situation at that time almost overwhelmed her.

And what she complained about and even hated the most was that coward who obviously had the ability to save everything but ran away because of fear.She didn't understand why her husband would sacrifice his own life for such a person to survive.

After these words, a sudden silence permeated the air.

Everyone looked at Donna who collapsed to the point of crying. She had never seen the woman who ruled the family all her life lose her composure.Donna sometimes mistakenly thinks that she is unshakable.In fact, no matter whether it was so or not, she had no choice but to endure it until her temples became gray, her face was covered with wrinkles, and even her heart was harder than a stone that had been beaten by wind and rain.

Duran listened to her every cry, which was in line with every last will of Fitrow.Duran didn't dare to tell her the truth of the matter, it would only make the overwhelmed old woman suffer another blow.

Gently hugging Donna, he felt the body of the old man in his arms tremble greatly, but he suppressed it desperately and did not push away.

Probably Donna would never forgive him until she died.

However, it's okay...

From the moment he understood his feelings for his elder brother, he was doomed to be unworthy of anyone's forgiveness.Although Fettero didn't love him, he loved him more than anyone else in the world.He should be satisfied with that alone, shouldn't he?

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chaptertwentyonerelieved

In the eyes of outsiders, the Blunt family is full of glory, wealth and power, but they have endless regrets.

People in this family are generally in poor health. They are often in the prime of life, but they will unfortunately contract genetic diseases.The reason why it is said to be a family hereditary disease is because no matter the onset and incubation period, or the symptoms are unexpectedly similar, at least, that is the official statement.By the way, there is another official statement, that is, the chances of women in the family getting sick are very low...

It's something like that...

He was able to laugh off such rumors before, but now he just thinks it is a strong irony.However, it's not just the Blunt family that is facing such troubles. Other famous old nobles, such as Sanonrope and Uzeya, are counted among the four major families. Donna is from the latter, and Xiuya is hers. nephew.

"Someone is secretly plotting to kill us." Donna's voice was cold. "Not only us, but he also wants to gradually eliminate other forces, just because it is not conducive to his power to control the entire dynasty."

Duran shook his head and told her she'd better stop there.

Donna raised her eyes, "No, I have to continue."

There are windows with plenty of light, but the sky outside is not very bright.Arenas stopped painting, hugged his knees, and stared blankly at them saying something he didn't understand.The Duke felt a little pity for his demented father, but he didn't say anything after all, he turned his head and let the silence permeate this small world.

"It's ridiculous. All the assassinations are coming at us, it's like cat and mouse," Donna said. "I don't know how long this has been going on, decades, or earlier. Just started? The only way to break this situation is to..."

"change."

Donna spat out two words in a cold tone.

Duran turned his head and found that no one showed a surprised expression, as if they were secretly venting each other.He suddenly understood, he could understand this idea, but more still couldn't believe it.

It has to be said that under Donna's leadership, the family has undergone too many changes, both good and bad, and everyone can see it.At least she allowed the Blount family to survive for half a century, which is not easy for a woman.But she couldn't bear the possibility of her hard work being destroyed after her death, so this bold plan came into being.

"The ruler takes power away from us step by step, but not all at once, in order to weaken us instead of disappearing forever, because he needs people with status to maintain the foundation of the country, which is class division—— It's totally unfair!"

"You can help us." Donna looked into his eyes. "You're not going to run away again, are you?"

There are too many metaphors in this statement.Duran was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought that if Fettero saw this situation, he wondered if he would regret the dead end he chose.Whether he is an admirer of flowers or not, it will not prevent others from removing thorns from the flowers.In order to prove his loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor, Fettero died a miserable death.The current four major families have lost their former brilliance, and there are probably not even half of them with real power in their hands.

Since the rights of the upper-class nobles have been withdrawn, coupled with the continuous assassination and open killings, the measures to conceal the facts from the people will only anger more and more people.The empire has existed for too long and is too stable, and everything will fall apart one day.It's just a matter of time.

He knew what Donna meant. He could see the hidden dangers in this city, the rumors spreading everywhere, and the sudden appearance of alien creatures. They seemed friendly on the surface, but people felt extremely panicked.These all indicate that there will be a huge chaos kicking off.

what would that be

He couldn't draw a specific picture,

Duran disappointed Donna again.He shook his head again and said, "That's your business." After he finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that a long-standing burden had been lifted.

"You..." Donna's complexion became very bad, "Pretend I didn't say that just now, you are still that coward!"

"Things are not that simple." At this time, Duran intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the statue-like Xiuya, who was very sensitive to his gaze and noticed it almost immediately, "If you...you really make up your mind Once you have made up your mind, you have to bet on the preparation to lose everything, because this kind of thing cannot tolerate failure, and the things you have guarded for many years are likely to collapse overnight."

"Hmph, don't worry about it!"

Donna's last glimmer of hope for him had been shattered, and the conversation instantly lost its meaning.She turned her back and tried to straighten her hunched waist, looking like she was about to walk away.

Although I expected it to turn out like this...

Duran knew that it was time for him to leave.After leaving, he can be sure that he will never come back.In the past, due to various reasons, especially the conspiracy behind his brother's suicide, Duran always had that kind of unresolved emotion towards the family, so he was actually looking forward to knowing the current situation of the family.It's just that the old people and things of the past have been replaced with new ones, and even the system has been changed. The former elders don't know where they went, and what's left is a completely unfamiliar face.

Whether you say he is ruthless or cold-blooded, he is no longer a person of this era, so how can he intervene in it?

"Why do you keep looking at me?" Xiuya asked suddenly.

Dulan smiled slightly, and the meaning at the corner of his mouth gradually faded: "Why do you care about me looking at you?" He asked back, paused, seeing Xiuya's speechless expression, "In your heart, what is the most important thing? What is important? Family, life, love or rights?"

"Honor," the brown-haired man replied without hesitation.

"hope so."

Duran didn't say anything else, walked up to Arenas and touched his forehead with his hand. Under the nervous gaze of everyone including Arenas himself, he checked with his mental strength for a while, and after about After 10 minutes, dry mantras began to echo in the air.Followed by a faint black smoke, slowly overflowing from the top of Arenas's head, like billowing black clouds, hovering for a while and flew out of the window when the spell stopped, and then drifted away and disappeared.

Duran withdrew his hand, and his sleeves violently twitched the air.Arenas didn't have any abnormal appearance, but he looked as if he was asleep.He watched this scene expressionlessly, his face was a little grayer than before, and even less angry.

It took him a while before he said, "He will get better slowly."

It sounds exhausting.

Duran didn't know if it was right to do so, maybe it would be good for Arenas to be immersed in a child's dream forever, but he didn't even have a choice, which was unfair to him and others.His brain was seriously injured, and his memory went back to unknown years and months. Duran could only plant a warning seed in his heart, which could remind him of the real situation with the help of external force when he was confused.

The light and shadow around the eyes turned and dimmed, as if there was a mirage everywhere, the mirror was like a mirror, the door was very close to me, but when I walked out, the steps were so vain that even I was surprised.

The quaint mansion behind him with countless histories and weeping songs was completely left behind.

The only thing Duran can take away is himself.Those people and things seemed to have turned into a passing cloud, like sand in an hourglass, slipping away from his fingers one after another.What was attached to me before doesn't matter now.He didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, and it took him a long time to remember that he forgot to say goodbye to Seymour,

People who look so similar to their elder brother, the Blount family, and even the whole world, will never have another one in their lifetime.

There is also the young man named Xiu Ya, for some reason, it seems that he deliberately hopes that others will give him adjectives such as idleness and inaction, as if he is willing to be an inconspicuous foil and fall behind others.However, Duran could see that this man's ambition was by no means smaller than anyone else's.

Usually, such a person will either achieve great things and wrap himself with a cruel reputation; or he will be a despicable villain and a thug.The difference between the two is basically only success and failure.

Why does he care so much now?

Anyway...

It's all over.

Dulan didn't want to go back so early, and now he looked lost and stunned like a homeless man on the street, although his heart was heavy and at the same time extremely relaxed.At that time, John may have to drag himself around and ask questions, and pester him endlessly.

Dulan came to Sifang Lane aimlessly following his memory. It used to be a street full of people, but now it has become an ordinary residential area.However, the sweet smell he used to like has not disappeared. There is still a candy store here, but the owner of the store has changed a few generations.

He sat blankly by the bench under the tree, and his mind was as empty as the watercolor paper that Arenas hadn't painted yet, with a faint yellow color of the age.When the wind blows, the green leaves in late autumn are rolled up, heralding the coming of winter.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to do nothing but stare blankly.

Children probably like candy very much. I wonder if John likes it?Duran thought for a moment, then switched to another question.It seems that Loren has never tasted sweet and sour flavors like lemon candy since he was a child. Perhaps, the child is now complaining about why he has made him live so pale for more than ten years.

He glanced back a little uneasily, always feeling that there was an disturbing gaze staring at him from somewhere.

The feeling of being pegged is lingeringly familiar.

"What’s wrong with you?"

The boy sat down beside him with a soft voice.

Duran glanced at him, and unexpectedly found that he was Jeff, holding a small colorful bag in his hand.Seeing Duran staring blankly at the things in his hands, Jeff twitched the corners of his mouth, and decided to take out a few candies and give them to him.

"What flavor do you want?" Jeff hesitated for a while, "Corn, is it okay?"

"OK."

Duran weighed the round hard corn candy, as if tossing a coin, which obviously aroused Jeff's dissatisfied eyes.So he stopped helplessly, and heard the boy beside him ask, "Uncle, didn't John come out with you?"

It seemed that he didn't know that he had been to his house.

Dulan bent his eyes: "No, do you mind if I ask, how did you meet him?"

Jeff was a little embarrassed and said, "Well, I ran into him when I was sneaking up to play in the upper district. Because he looked like a little beggar at the time - no offense - I was surprised, and He yelled excessively, how can a pariah appear here!" He lowered his head, "I'm really sorry."

"Oh." Duran tilted his head and looked at him curiously, "Then how did you become friends?"

"this……"

After choking for half a minute, Jeff's expression was a bit dazed.He thought for a while and replied, "I don't know either, but there's no need to pursue this issue. It's good that we are friends anyway."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Dulan fell on the bench and laughed, wanting to hit his leg several times, which made Jeff look sideways in doubt.

The laughter didn't sound malicious, it was purely because he wanted to laugh, so he just laughed.But Jeff was very puzzled. Did he say anything funny?

Duran reached around the kid's blond hair, tapped the back of his head with his fingertips, and then snapped his fingers suddenly.

Gently, snap.

"Wake up," he said.

Jeff grinned and took a few steps back, holding his painful head for a long time before reacting. When he raised his face, the figure on the bench under the tree had disappeared.And the candy he gave the man landed on the floor, its sweet bright yellow wrapper still intact.

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The strange atmosphere in the street was intensified.

From the moment I set foot in the city, something unusual seemed to be going on.The scent of gardenias floating in the air may be just to dilute the stench emanating from the corner; people laughing and laughing together, or their cheerful or peaceful faces may just cover up each other's sense of crisis about doom.

Duran was dizzy, and returned home in this state.He seemed to see John standing in front of him, opening his mouth to say something, with an ugly expression on his face, but he didn't care to pay attention to it at all.

so tired...

The same word flashed through his mind over and over until he fell asleep.

Is it a relationship that consumes too much magic power, or is it a problem of unstable air factors?Just going out for a day made him feel so weak...

In the end, I could barely see the road when I was walking, and I felt like a blind man groping forward.

The world in front of him was finally completely dark.

In his sleep, his hand was held by a pair of warm little hands.No one wants to let go.

chaptertwentytwo attack

"You came?"

"Money." Ivan put the cloth bag on the table, "This is your thing."

The other party took a look, and was so stimulated by the bloody eyeballs that he almost vomited out, and quickly covered them with a cloth.Looking at Yiwen again, his facial expression did not change at all, and he narrated important things again.

"money."

His customer said with a sneer: "It's not that I won't give it to you...Ahaha, you really deserve to be a black assassin. With your efficiency, you are enough to squeeze into the top few of the entire mercenary guild ranking. These are Your reward is a total of 980 gold coins. The price of a human life is considered very high. I also have a small opinion, can you not make so much blood next time?"

"I'm a killer, not a cleaner. Cleaning costs extra."

"..."

"Come back to me next time you have private work."

Ivan lifted the iron box containing the gold coins and disappeared instantly.

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Facing the boundless weightlessness, the air burned, and the respiratory tract was blocked by some dirty substance.He felt like he was going to throw up.He stretched out his hand and scratched the void, but there was nothing, only then did he realize that the hands that were entangled with him were gone.His fingertips were cold, as if the signs of life were gradually passing away.

Must be sick.he thought vaguely.Ordinary mana depletion would definitely not make him become like this, as if he had been injected with a powerful sleeping potion, knowing that something bad was going to happen, but he couldn't wake up no matter what.

No, no, no...

Determined to fight against this terrible nightmare, Duran opened his eyes uncomfortably, dragged his limbs that seemed to be filled with lead, and crawled up.

The cold gaze above his head followed him closely.

Dulan suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it vigorously. Seeing the slender silver hair falling in mid-air, his cheeks immediately turned pale.Loren was sitting on the window sill, his slightly grown face had no other emotions except indifference.He suddenly realized something, wanted to walk forward quickly, but fell to the ground due to exhaustion, and the remaining strength was only enough to support himself not to faint immediately.

Loren jumped down nimbly, came up to him and pinched his chin, so that he could take a closer look at this man's familiar face.

He is still the same as before, but he has changed a lot.

"I'm sorry to make you suffer." Loren said softly, "Wait a little longer, please? Give me a little time, and the three of us can go back to our old life."

What's the meaning?

Dulan was stunned, and a huge cheated anger suddenly surged in his heart, almost swallowing all his senses.

"Where did you take that kid?" He gritted his teeth.

"John?" Loren paused, then continued, "He's so disobedient, I had to pick him up early." He showed a bit of a strange look, "Do you miss him so much? Obviously I will Why don't you feel any joy in front of you?"

"I'm asking where you took him to-go!"

Duran felt extremely uncomfortable, the air was like a smoldering fire, which made him so irritable that he almost grabbed Loren by the collar and roared.

Loren froze for a moment: "Is it really that uncomfortable?"

He didn't seem to hear the question at all.

"That's right, the whole city is like this now." Loren said to himself, relaxed the movements of his hands, and then touched his reddish hair that was wet with sweat, his beautiful silver eyes sparkled After a while of smog, "But it will get better soon. Believe me, it will all be over..." As he spoke, his voice became a little aggrieved, and he hugged Duran's body, as if he was still the little boy in his memory. Baby, "I haven't seen you for a long time, I really miss you. How about you?"

Dulan closed his eyes, his face was almost distorted, and he couldn't help panting a few times.

dizzy...

It was almost impossible to hear the sounds of the outside world.

"I thought you would say that you missed me." Loren seemed to have no idea how painful he was, resting his head on his shoulder, feeling the familiar low temperature, "Seeing John making noises by your side every day Nao, it seems that your attention has been taken away by him, no matter how unhappy you are, there is nothing you can do, who called him my brother?"

"Actually, what he said...is nothing, but why did that person in the way appear by your side again? Ever since I saw what he did to you when I was a child, I swore it was best for him not to appear again Before my eyes, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, I will tear that guy's flesh with my own hands." Loren said softly, "You won't be angry, right?"

There was no response in the arms.

Finding that Duran had fallen into a deep sleep, Loren was not surprised, but leaned over and kissed the forehead of the man in his arms. "Then, let's take it as your acquiescence, my dear, and have a good dream."

Loren carried him back to the bed, kissed and stroked him lingeringly for a while, as if he wanted to leave his mark on this man.

Although Xiao has been thinking about it for a long time, he really hopes to spend more time with him, but unfortunately, he can't take him away for the time being, and it's too dangerous outside, so it might be safer to stay at Yiwen's house.

Anyway, that guy won't live long anyway, and won't pose any threat anymore.

Loren sneered in satisfaction, lifted the curtains, flapped his silver wings and flew into the sky and gradually disappeared.

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Duran felt that someone was always beside him, very close.He wondered if John was back, so he stretched out his hand, and what he got was the other's five fingers intertwined.At that moment, he understood, but that kind of reassuring atmosphere surrounded him, making him involuntarily enter a deeper dream.The man probably knew this too, so until he woke up, he kept the same posture unchanged.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few hours, maybe a few days and nights.Dulan finally felt that his consciousness was clearer. Although his mind was still heavy, as if a sandbag weighing ten catties had been stuffed inside, he finally regained the ability to think and act.

The sky was bright, and it was abnormally pale.

Dulan turned his head and saw Ivan in front of the bed sleeping with his eyes closed, and then at the intertwined hands, feeling a little warm in his heart.Then he remembered about John and Loren, and his face sank again.

Ivan's hand moved as if sensing something, and his eyes opened, and the ebony-colored deep spring was empty.

Fortunately, he regained consciousness soon.

"you're awake?"

"I wanted to say that just now." Duran smiled, "When did you come back?"

"Two days ago."

"I've been asleep for a long time..."

"It's okay." Ivan shook his hand reassuringly, "Just wake up."

Duran remained silent, looking at the faintly flowing light elements outside, there were too many, almost the entire city was shrouded in light.No wonder the sky is so bright.In addition, there are bursts of violent wind, the roar of nature, the sound of the collision of fire and sword, and the carols of compassion.Chaos and disorder are approaching.

Suddenly, I felt my stomach was overwhelmed. Holding on to the bed frame, I almost vomited out. My stomach was empty and I could only retch.

Ivan's voice came from his ear: "Remember that crystal I gave you? Hold it in your hand and try it." He took off the crystal and put it in his palm as he said. Sure enough, the disgusting feeling subsided a lot. .

how come?It took Dulan lying on the bedside for a while before he fully recovered, and there was a hint of confusion in his raised eyes.

"This is a non-attribute anti-magic crystal, which can absorb elements that are malicious to you. This kind of thing should be relatively rare now." Ivan explained, "Look, it has brightened."

Indeed, that crystal became clearer and clearer than before.If it was transparent before, it is pure white now.Duran thought for a while, and realized that the color change is probably related to the elements it absorbs.It's just that, with his years of insight beyond ordinary people, he has never heard of the existence of such a thing.

"In the place where the dark elves lived, such non-attribute substances were not uncommon, but now it is very difficult to find. I have only seen this piece left by my grandmother."

"That's right..."

Duran stroked the smooth spar surface and said, "I gave this to me, what about you?"

"At least my situation is much better than yours."

"Thank you." Duran turned his head away, "What's it like outside?"

"very bad."

"How bad is it?"

Ivan was silent for a while, then said slowly, "Listen."

As Duran listened, the terrifying roar in the air grew louder.It sounded like the rapid breathing was amplified a hundred times, so it was extra scary.The light of the sky is invaded by darkness from time to time, and the changes of light and dark outside can be felt from this room.When Dulan looked at Ivan just now, he always saw a cloud passing over his face, and then it brightened up, and the color became more rosy.After a while, it suddenly went dark again and brightened again.

It's far away from the city, but you can still smell people