Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

In the corridor at the end of the son's bedroom, His Highness Fusu who was late was seen through the window. Miss Lingshi, who was holding the lesson plan, did not step forward to urge her, but sat quietly on the railing of the corridor, with the lesson plan pressed against her soft thighs.

"..."

"My lord, did you not rest last night?"

Seeing that Miss Lingshi was frowning, Shang Ji, who was routinely reporting to work, pressed her in a low voice.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't." Miss Lingshi said coldly.

"promise……"

It seems that the adults did not rest last night.

Shang Ji suddenly got new news, but thought of the terrible consequences of being clicked and creaked by the Lord Lingshi, she resolutely did not continue to speculate.

For hundreds of thousands of years, the monopoly of nobles will end forever, and the barriers standing between different classes will be smashed to welcome an unimaginable prosperous age, a kingdom praised by tens of thousands of people.

Is this the future...

Miss Lingshi silently looked at the sky, gradually feeling a little restless in her heart.

The inexplicable emotion flows along the blood in the heart, like being slightly roasted in fireworks, and as if trying to grasp something, it is difficult to describe or quantify it in words.

The change of thoughts was not even clear to me, and I glanced at the Nuan Pavilion, which was guarded by layers of guards, and saw the young man pushing open the window to ventilate, looking over here, due to the obstruction of the corridor, he couldn't see all the figures, Miss Ling Shi He turned his head, picked up the lesson plan and moved towards the blind spot of the young man's vision.

pS: Shuke’s settlement is counted as the previous day before [-]:[-], young readers should know that, that’s it, three shifts a day does what it says, but the third shift is a little less, I went to sleep.

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The first thing Yan Ce did when he was imprisoned in the Nuan Pavilion was to open the windows to ventilate. The room smelled of rotten wood. It was said to be a temporary prison, and he could not ask to open the windows according to the conditions of a private villa. Fresh air poured in. Looking far away, I vaguely saw a familiar figure disappearing in a flash.

After staying up all night, he had hallucinations, he yawned, lay flat on the big bed by the window, and dragged a group of bosses through the night, relying on the body of an assassin with mediocre stamina was still too much, Yan Ce did not It's not that I haven't thought about raising the upper limit of physical strength.

However, what stopped him was not laziness, but the fact that the upper limit of physical fitness was not as good as the lower limit of some people. When the left hand was difficult to return to its original level, the sense of incongruity in the body seemed to lower the upper limit of the whole body's attribute values ​​by one. grade.

If described in numerical terms, agility A has been reduced to B+, that is to say, the gallop in the normal state can only be achieved by the burst of will to the same extent.

"Alas, poor physical condition."

Raising his left hand, Yan Ce let out an inexplicable exclamation. This serious body is really annoying. As far as Yan Guo Assassin is concerned, the boy's aptitude is top-notch, even if he suffers from an incurable injury. His status has seriously declined.

But Yan Ce, his goal is to be a sword and cavalry job. At least King Hassan's Sword and Shield Wushuang is also suitable. However, the attribute has been nailed to the assassin's glory pillar.

Yan Ce, who was a little dizzy, unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the gauze that was solidified with the ointment, and the ribs exposed after being torn off were probably perfectly restored.

"I'm afraid I will become someone else's toy in the future."

The boy closed his eyes, and whispered a joke to himself, he knew that the joke was not meant to be serious, it was just a way to vent his emotions.

Boys will commit crimes when they are alone occasionally, but this memory that only they know will be sealed in the deepest part of the soul forever, and brought to the grave to rot together with the dead body.

The long wind in spring swayed the broken shadows of the branches and leaves, and the fresh and pleasant fragrance diffused in the fluttering and dancing petals, falling on the slightly opened window.

The crisp wind chimes lingering from the corners of the eaves, accompanied by the fragrance, gently opened the window, and the scenery born in the early spring bloomed here, as if time had stopped passing.

The geese returned from the south to the north, and the ancient capital was seen with him.

"I'm a consummate genius with no flaws that bother me every day."

Yan Ce is experiencing the taste of life, so he hypnotizes himself, and releases the pressure accumulated during this period of time in a way that is almost comical.

He's a little sleepy...

We should carry the hope of the majority, take the initiative to take responsibility, and reach out to the future in our hearts.

Fragments of dreams gradually emerged in the spiritual world, sweet and alluring, like the red apples in the Garden of Eden.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, he grabbed the quilt beside him and pulled it over his chest, muttering: "Life is as lonely as snow..."

"Oh."

It turns out that there will be people who agree with this point. It seems that I am not only excellent, but also thriving, Yan Ce thought in his heart, and his smile grew stronger.

However, there is one thing that is very curious, this familiar voice——

Who is this bosom friend?

The chaotic brain processor loads, reads, matches, and makes simple logical judgments.

After about three seconds, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared.

Dissipated together with the rise of drowsiness.

Groundhog Sauce's silent roar began to gather strength, Yan Ce lost all sleepiness, opened his eyes, and turned his head stiffly to the leaked gap.

When the four eyes meet.

The boy seemed to have permanently lost his precious values.

Yan Ce opened and closed his mouth several times before saying with difficulty: "...Good morning."

"Good morning."

Miss Lingshi hugged the letter and put the other hand under her chest, looking down from the window sill at Yan Ce whose expression was gradually losing his mind.

"What did you hear?" The boy forced a smile.

"It's nothing."