Dragon Nation: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Chapter 119 Ange, This Old Thing Has a Kind of Good Look

Mark Twain, formerly known as Samuel Langhorn Clements, was an American writer and speaker. His representative works include the novels "Millions of Pounds", "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn", "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer" "wait.

Mark Twain himself was a navigator of the Mississippi River, and the name "Mark Twain" means the term used by Mississippi sailors to express the depth of water measured in the channel.

The thick hull cuts through the quietly flowing river surface, and the layers of ripples spread outward, making a rustling and lively sound.

Time is like going back to the Mississippi River Valley in the middle of the United States more than 100 years ago, listening to music while enjoying the realistic animals along the way.

With a little warm wind still blowing, it lifts people's hair ends, and takes away people's worries and bewilderment in the past, leaving only pure emotion and the tranquility left after washing the earth.

The same is true for Eriyi. She is probably the first time to build a ship, so she has to look everywhere and walk everywhere. In the end, she lay at the end of the hull and watched quietly as the rollers of the ship rolled up and fell the water. There was a burst of foamy white waves.

And Lixiang boat sits too much, I have seen the sea that is more empty and lonely than this one, I have seen the sea that is more turbulent, and I have seen the sea with heavy rain, majestic winds and howling winds.

Unlike the people who were all looking at the sea or the scenery along the way, she followed the openness of the surrounding landscape and looked directly at the surrounding castles.

She has seen fairytale castles before, but the one in front of her now has more "man-made" signs. She doesn't know if the girl has a strange temper, but she still likes the castle in front of her more.

Lixiang used to be busy saving the world, wandering on the verge of life and death, she had no time or energy to focus her sight on the surrounding scenery.

So when she calmed down and looked around leisurely, she suddenly realized that this world is really wonderful.

There are many tall buildings in modern cities, which should be commonplace in the morning, but only when walking at night and accidentally looking up at the windows of office buildings, thinking about the question "how can such tall buildings be built?" will suddenly realize the human nature. great.

Obviously I live in a modern society, but I can neither build buildings nor explain the principles well.

Obviously I am living in modern society, enjoying all kinds of convenient props and material wealth that is far from the ancients, but I can't even understand how the wealth in my hands works.

Even though I live in a modern society, I can't empathize with those geniuses. I don't know how to imagine the fantasy of being named Disney.

How did the former geniuses create their own achievements from scratch?

Humans are the winners of the planet, but not everyone is a winner.

Lixiang has seen geniuses and heroes of countless ages, so she has a deeper understanding that the age is composed of all human beings on this planet, but the advancement of the age can only rely on the rare dazzling soul in the world.

There will be no second Gilgamesh in the world.

There will be no second Leonardo da Vinci in the world.

There will be no second Romani Akiman in the world.

There will be no second Arthur Pendragon in the world.
At least one world has only one. (correction)

Having experienced countless singularities, she is convinced that there are certain existences in this world, which are so dazzling.

Without him in this world, the pace of human progress will slow down, or even stop turning. If we continue to turn forward, perhaps we will only usher in the end of burning and the cracked earth at a certain moment.

There are always people who are born special.

——But I am not.

Fujimaru Tachika is just an ordinary person.

But it is precisely because she, as an ordinary person, has spent so long with those dazzling existences, that she wants to cherish this world even more, this future created by the heroic spirits and the guardians of humanity.

Even if it's just a little help
"Da da."

Lixiang suddenly felt some movement from his shoulder, and Lixiang, who didn't feel any danger, turned back subconsciously.

"Ugh-"

She found her cheek pressed against something soft and slender.

Taking a closer look, Erika was stretching out her fingers behind her back to press her side face, with an expression of "I didn't do anything".

But Lixiang, who "has the ability to read minds", still saw a little pride in the girl from those eyes.

"Okay, Erika! Playing with me on the surface and behind the scenes, right! You even deliberately retaliated against me!"

Li Xiang pretended to be angry, and rushed forward to catch the daring villain, Eri Yi, with nimble fingers, moving up and down, left, right, left, right, and so on, like a mustard octopus, sticky and compelling.

Erika was grabbed by a ferocious beast like a hungry tiger. The girl's slender body was so weak that she couldn't resist, so she was forced to appreciate the pain that was pressing down on her body, tightening from left to right like a penguin walking. The pace is awkward.

The beast's face was buried in Erika's long dark red hair, its nose was pressed against the back of the neck, and from time to time it sneaked up on people's armpits with unclean hands, like a good friend laughing and playing.

Erika didn't know that this was a popular way of fighting among modern middle and high school girls, but she just felt her neck itchy from being blown by Lixiang because of her sensitive body, and her mouth almost didn't tense and bent into a very shallow arc, lightly Struggling lightly.

After finally freeing her hands, Erika wrote hastily.

【dusk! 】

"Huh? Change the subject!"

Li Xiang's expression became even sharper.

"Hmph, as expected of the younger sister of the boss, even the posture and method of making excuses are in the same line! Forget it, my lord has a lot, today I will let your sneaky, raped and slippery behavior be ignored!"

As if the ministries were guiding the work and giving instructions, the girl also moved swiftly and climbed up to the third floor of the ship with Erika.

The scenery there is good.

And when the two of them had already walked up the stairs, the people on the first floor who were "seriously looking at the scenery and thinking about the beauty of life" gradually came to their senses.

They mechanically shook their heads, looked at the strangers around them, breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged a look of "you are pretending" with each other, and smiled tacitly.

"Wow, it's really scary, it feels like a different species, and it's sacrilege just to look that way."

"Yeah yeah, I glanced at the girl and almost bent over."

"Aren't you a man?"

"so."

"?"

"Brother, do you want to go to the third floor to have a look?"

"Forgive me, no one wants to bother those two people, right? Just treat it as a favor for the fairy who has descended to earth. After she dies, the room in the mansion will be at the level of a Vienna hotel."

People laughed in good faith, and then continued to look at the American scenery by the river.

Yo.

And what about the Indians?
*
at the same time--

"Hee hee. I'm going to get sister Lixiang's bracelet."

In the employee passageway, the girl among the fallen couple touched the chain on her hand. As a young woman who graduated two and a half years ago and has been working for some years, she smiled a little unreservedly.

The colleague and part-time boyfriend next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and said righteously.

"No, no, it's a gift for the two of us, let me touch it too—" the man stopped before he finished speaking, because he saw the coldness in the girl's eyes.

"Say it with me—" the girl opened her mouth, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"Just hold this bracelet."

"You can just hold this bracelet." The boy nodded solemnly.

The girl who heard this beamed with joy, as if the two of them had a sweet time, a couple in love, even more deeply emotional than when they were just at Disney.

"But then again, it's outrageous for a person to look that good-looking. I'm a woman, and I'm tempted."

The girl in the couple tugged at the white shirt on her body and said with emotion, as if she had difficulty breathing in retrospect, while the man on the side answered the conversation intentionally.

"Hey! If you want me to say that there is still a difference in the cultural influences received by men and women. You see, men will not be tempted if they see a handsome man. You see, I see men on the street every day, and I never look at them. Will there be something heart-warming to say—”

"Excuse me, little brother, is this the queuing area for the [Luxury Mark Twain] project?"

Suddenly, before the man could say anything, he was interrupted by a gust of heat in his ear.

It was a hoarse and thick voice, with inexplicable magnetism, deep and powerful.The palm on the shoulder was unusually hot and wide. Even though it was only lightly placed on his shoulder, he seemed to feel a mountain-like aura.

Majestic, but not overwhelming.

What followed was an inexplicably mellow and thick aroma.

Perhaps it is because the accent is not native, and the smell is reminiscent of foreigners' deperspirants, but it is not so pungent, but mild and has a long aftertaste.

Like a library in the deep forest, the birds are singing softly on the branches, and the broken light falls on the cracks in the pages of the book.The old man wears tortoiseshell glasses, flips the dim pages of the book with his slender fingers, and the soft clattering sound is the beginning of the movement, elegant and peaceful.

In fact, that man did.

The old man took off his black suit, and the old white shirt inside smelled of sunshine, with a purple scarf tucked into the neckline, silver glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a slight smile.

It combines the softness of merino wool, the tallness of Canadian red pine and the fierceness of Scotch whiskey.

The man was stunned when he turned his head, it was his girlfriend who helped to answer the question.

When the old man got a definite answer, he smiled politely and nodded his thanks, and immediately led the two old men around him to the direction of the queue.

And then the girlfriend remembered her boyfriend, and just wanted to turn around and say a few words, but found that he was still staring straight at him, staring blankly.

?

The girlfriend couldn't believe it now, so she followed the man's line of sight, only to find that he was staring at the old man's abdomen.

The white shirt showed a little color under the sun, and the old man's clear muscle lines were naturally incomparably obvious, as hard and handsome as plaster sculpture.

The man swallowed, with a look of envy and admiration, and a trace of unexplained longing, which was quite ambiguous.

Seeing this, the woman stared at the man in disbelief.

you? !

　ps: I have thought about Ange’s ability, that is, it can change the flow rate of time without changing the kinetic energy. It doesn’t really matter whether it is the time axis, the time field or something else, but the ability is such an ability anyway.Ignoring Chu Zihang's statement in Dragon [-] and Inuyama Hezhan's narration's so-called "Suna superior version" explanation, they are fundamentally contradictory.

　　Anger is basically invincible if he accelerates, with fifty times the speed and thousands of kinetic energy, he will not hurt himself, there is no limit to the reaction force, and he can kill any target other than the Dragon King at will.

　　So my setting is that Angers' spiritual information collected by the European secret party is wrong, and it is a smoke bomb released by Angers.

　　So in the future, if I write that Angers' ability is to slow down others or speed up himself, that's not what the author meant, but just the secret party's understanding, so take it as my ambush.

　　I have been very busy recently, and I have been working for more than ten days. I don’t have time to study the details. If you see something wrong and tell me, I will change it. If I don’t change it, then I am burying clues.

　　This volume is finally approaching two thirds.

　　Damn, why am I writing so long again? I can't hold it anymore, I want to write everything.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)