Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 92 returns

I said that the book is over, are you still going down?

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Under the rising moon, Rolf anxiously galloped in the birch grove after nightfall.

In order to maintain balance, the “J”-shaped elastic steel prosthesis has a large touch area on the ground, and there is always a strange touch on the flat ground, but unexpectedly, the wide touch area makes him It’s easier to move forward in the snow, especially when he is driving the wind, and it’s just as smooth on the snow.

However, Rolf has never had the experience of snow tracking, nor has he lived in the north of the snow that is full of snow. The central collar of the stars can only see seasonal sporadic snow, the narrow Conmas Alliance, the southeast. The five city-states were dry and warm - which caused great trouble for his tracking, even though he was the first to discover the Serena carriage and immediately catch up.

The hurricane ability allowed Rolf to follow the wind in the narrow and crowded Red Square Street, like a fish, and his speed was not too much in the dense birch woods.

But he must find the boy.

The boy who gave birth to the ghost of the wind.

Rolf walked through a forest and saw a flat snow ahead.

His eyes suddenly stagnate!

The ghost of the wind stunned and fell on the snow.

Under the moonlight, a glamorous woman wrapped in a cloak is light and easy.

A seven-year-old boy whose hands were tied behind him, slipped from her fingers without reaction, falling on the snow like a prey that was killed.

like a statue.

The glamorous and confusing woman turned gently and licked her tongue at Rolf, revealing a strange smile.

Do not.

Rolf stumbled incredibly on the snow, his hands twitching to the boy with his eyes closed.

No breathing.

No heartbeat.

There is no pulse.

Do not.

That boy.

That adult boy.

The boy who gave himself the choice.

The boy who saved himself from the desperate abyss.

The magical boy who taught him literacy and sign language communication.

died.

Do not.

Rolf looked up and half of his face was hidden behind the silver mask.

"What's wrong?" Selena Corleone squinted and flattered her eyes. "Oh, come to Little Teres?"

Rolf clenched his fists and slowly stood up, holding the eyes of resentment and anger, staring at the enchanting woman.

"Sorry, he fell asleep." Serena chuckled:

"Let's come back to him again."

Suddenly a wind blew on the ground,

Selena’s face changed!

The wind is getting bigger and bigger.

Scratching the snow around Rolf and swaying his body.

The ghost of the wind is staring at Serena.

He didn't know how strong this woman was.

But he will do everything he can to make the other party pay the price.

In this way, he owes the boy’s debt.

Just pay off.

But just the next moment, Rolf was shocked to discover:

He is stiff.

Can't move.

what happened?

Yes... he turned his eyes... this woman?

Serena gave a pleasant laugh, and her eyes never left Rolf, maintaining the pressure of 'stopping the eye.'

"Now the children," she grinned as if she was distressed, shook her head, clicked on her own side, and looked at Rolf, who was stiff in place, and said:

"Do you have a brain for fighting?"

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Too dark.

It’s so dark.

I don't feel the time.

There is no space.

How did it suddenly light up?

Too bright, so glaring.

These are... memories?

A lot of memories.

A familiar or unfamiliar scene flashed in front of his eyes.

Chaos.

In the end, only the messy sound is left:

[The central limit theorem provides enough basis for our random sampling... don't worry! Learn these, at least you can go to the market research department of each company after graduation...]

what is this?

["Wu Ren, if you get to a different world waiting to be saved, you will go to strengthen, farm, climb technology, fight for the four sides... Will you want to change it?" "Forget it, society has never changed." Elusive... unless I am a **** of creation..." "Well, the conclusion: this question does not make sense to you." "What is your full contempt for your eyes?"

Good familiar voice...

[Strategies are often combined with inequality, education, income, capital, these are common terms... Blau and Duncan, remember these two scholars, they will be your nightmare for the next two years... in us In that era, you wouldn't use a log-linear model, so don't think about social class analysis...]

So messy...why these combinations are illogical...

["How are you so entangled! Just a word, do we want to be together... What are you frowning!"]

Why is everything like a deja vu, but it seems like a mist...

[The key to the logistic regression model is this probability function. The Probit model is actually common to it... If you only understand general linear regression and don't understand logistic regression, don't say you learned regression models... nothing else. The reason, just that I think this is very shameful...]

Where am I……

[Everyone has classified him as one of the three great ancestors, but compared to Weber's side-by-side quotation and scientific argument, he categorized his philosophical meditation in his chair... some radical scholars include me personally This is simply an insult to our discipline...]

What is this...but, a familiar name...

[One-mode social network can be represented by a symmetric matrix, and two-mode is more complicated... Look at your stupidity, have you not studied linear algebra? Didn't learn advanced mathematics, why? Think that you have the ability to learn this subject well? fart! 】

Wait, I know what these are... I, I have studied, even written, taught...

["I don't know how hard the home is for you to read so many books, but our old Wu family always has an idea: knowledge is not necessarily useful, but it must be priceless..."

Who is talking... What exactly are these!

[For example, teachers, school location, class nature, parental income, the impact of different factors on student achievement, always play a role at different levels, some at the individual level, some at the class level, and some at the school level, not To distinguish the roles of different levels, and simply assume that they are effective in the same dimension, the conclusion that "the student's performance is most affected" is not convincing... so the stratified linear model is often used in education to overcome this. This same principle applies to our research...]

I know... I must know... Damn, why can't I think of it!

[Marx and Weber have a totally opposite opinion on the autonomy of the country... The difference between the powers of the two countries defined by Mann is... Have you read the text? Can't finish reading? Then why do you sleep a lot? 】

Wait, who am I... Who am I?

[The people headed by Scoopspo began to reflect on the social schema of Marx scholars and the macro theory of Parsons... The society embedded in history may not behave as they expected... The historical analysis tradition is like this. It’s our vision...]

What am I?

[Do not think that the qualitative method does not have to be like measurement. On the contrary, we do not measure the clear and clear scientific standards, so we need to demonstrate and explain the scientific nature of the reason why the method is used. Take root in your field... Otherwise you have no difference with writing a news report... It is better to go directly to the profession to learn news as a reporter, I promise you earn more...]

Ah ah ah ah ah

But the following sounds contain many more clear and more touching memories:

["Bess, no matter what method, leave him in the king, he will live... hold him, this is my blood! You know my temper."]

["This is called Tyres... I went to the sixth house and watched this stupid look... The devil, I promise you can't live the next year."]

["No! No! Don't hit me! Don't! I just...just...ah!"]

["Do you really want to drink water? It’s just next door!... Listen to me, I want to plan!"]

["My name is Karak! I heard that you are the head of your house? From today, you have to give me half of the money!"

["This is the last potion, no more! You...you don't come again later...wait! There are some old clothes here, you take it..."]

["Little devil, I want to call my sister Yala!"]

["Based on the sky, beyond the gods, overlooking the sentient beings... You can say ‘no’, but you can’t refuse, this is just the first time out of control.”

["I know, there is something in your body that he doesn't have."]

["Isn’t King Nunn want to be fair... use the life of my son to change the life of his son!"]

Unprecedented mass memory flashes back instantly.

It is about to explode his consciousness.

suddenly.

Everything is quiet.

The darkness is coming back.

I feel much more comfortable.

He is sleepy.

Maybe it's time to go.

Go back to where he came.

Or... just go to sleep.

Just at this time.

Two strange voices rang in my ears.

A sound old-fashioned autumn:

"These souls...oh, unprecedented superiority... well, the mother feels it."

Another sound is flat and sharp:

"Wait, the taste of danger... the same as six or seven hundred years ago..."

"Oh, always be careful, wide-minded, the mother will consider it, and the mother is very fair."

"No, it's still not dead... It's a powerful vitality. There is no one to rescue, but it is still rising. With this trend, it will rise back to it in a while..."

"Well, I can feel that my mother does not reject it, but I don't like it."

"Oh, my god..."

"What is so shocking?"

"Have you seen such a mixed blood and a mixed spirit... How could it be! Unless the Alchemy Tower and the Soul Tower cooperate..."

"Don't be rude! Keep your responsibilities and take care of the ground... not to mention the three magic towers have destroyed the millennium..."

"Millennium, is it? My long-term memory has deteriorated..."

"Mother has made a decision... let it go, let it rise... ready to open the counterflow."

"Reverse flow gate? But it was only just 30 years ago that it just rose back to one... too short, will the mother allow this frequency? At least wait until the last one falls back..."

"Don't ask, don't say, this is the mother's decision, only obey!"

Then he felt that everything around him was shaking sharply!

"boom!"

"Oh!"

Like something that was broken, he seemed to hear a clear crisp sound.

The next moment, like the surface of the water, he sucked in the air in the invisible pressure and darkness!

Not just a breath of air.

That is a force.

Beyond the power of mortals.

He, Tells Comet, rethinks who he is.

Come back at the same time, and his senses!

The pores of the whole body are like opening in an instant, greedily accepting the information of the outside world, and the stagnant joints no longer rub, as if they were lubricated by a force.

The blood that collects on the skin is like returning to the blood vessels as commanded. *** Gives the nutrients of life. The heart that is over-speed due to lack of oxygen responds to the regular, slow-paced beats - only stronger than ever. And powerful.

Taylors felt it.

A force starts from an unknown corner of the body and rises rapidly, instantly spreading the whole body.

The pain in the throat slowly disappeared. He even felt that many of the fine wounds in the body were slowly repairing.

Soon, Tyres felt the cold under his body, the winds of his body, and the familiar laughter of Serena.

Like a drowning man who was saved again, Tyres opened his eyes!

Then, he trembled at the sky, opened his mouth, sucked in a long-lost, as if the air had been separated for many years!

"call……"

Everything is as before.

He is alive.

Well, in fact, the last chapter has already been completed, and Tyres hangs up, just like this.

So this chapter begins with a brand new story that takes place in another parallel world. Although the characters' names, appearances, and characters are very similar, they are all clones, double bodies, and multiple reflections.

So this is a new book, I have thought about the title: "The Blood of the Dead"

Don't laugh, I am serious.

(This should be able to write in the introduction that "there are 400,000 words to complete this work, the character guarantee, not too supervised"? It must attract a lot of readers - I am a genius.)

Nani? Some people actually think that the memory flashback is me in the water? It’s a pity to see, I’m going to dig a few giant pits in order to continue the scattered clues in the front, and it took two hours to cut the front and back!

By a serious face without a sword

(End of this chapter)