Crown of Silence

"Sorry, I couldn't help it."

With the palms locked tightly, Ye Qingxuan's face turned green as he struggled to make a sound: "Looking at your masculine face, I just want to fuck you..."

After saying that, he couldn't help but whistle and sighed happily:

"It's so cool."

"I treat you as my equal enemy and give you the respect I can, but you...repay me like this?"

Paganini's expression was gloomy, and the projection of Witch Dance held Ye Qingxuan tightly, tightening his hands little by little, crushing Ye Qingxuan's music theory and bones little by little.

Like Ling Chi.

"With such power, you could have escaped, but you ruined your life just for the moment of pleasure."

Paganini murmured hoarsely: "He is always brave and does not understand the overall situation."

"Big picture?"

With his heart broken, Ye Qingxuan controlled the ether to tremble and asked vaguely: "Do you understand?"

At that moment, Paganini was slightly stunned, his brows furrowed, and his expression changed subtly.

But in an instant, he saw Ye Qingxuan's smile.

The guy laughed, laughed so freely that the broken bones that penetrated his lungs trembled, and happy blood sprayed out from the wounds.

Paganini suddenly realized it and looked livid.

"Are you looking at me?"

"Ha! Sure enough!" Ye Qingxuan smiled strangely: "There must be someone behind you who is giving you guidance, right?"

"What?"

Paganini's eyes were cold: "What gave you this illusion?"

"Do you still have to ask?"

In the cage, the dying Ye Qingxuan slowly shook his head, his eyes full of disappointment: "Paganini, music theory is like a person, I understand the changing music theory, and I understand you.

Although the changing music theory is powerful, it always depends on the situation. You cannot become the subject, you can only be like a vine, parasitic on something, plundering nutrients to enrich yourself.

This is your greatest weakness. "

As Paganini's expression became increasingly ugly, Ye Qingxuan's expression became more mocking: "In other words, this is what your situation looks like.

If the death of the Hundred-Eyed One hadn't given you hope of replacing him, you might have found another job and climbed to a higher branch the day you fell into the abyss.

There must be someone behind your back to guide you and stir up your ambitions, hoping that you can master the abyss and fight against the Holy City - but that person may have other ideas.

Mistletoe can never become a tree. Your perspective is too narrow, and you do not have the mind to dominate the abyss. Therefore, once you are in power, you will probably become more and more dependent on that person's plans for you, until that person takes you out of the picture, you become a puppet, and the abyss... becomes his tool! "

Snapped!

Ye Qingxuan's voice stopped suddenly, and Paganini slowly closed his palms, his eyes becoming ferocious: "Maybe you are talking about someone, but you won't see that day."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and couldn't help but sigh softly.

"You still don't understand what I'm best at?"

What is he best at?

Do you still need to ask?

Of course it's Ye's special skill - if you can't beat him, call someone else!

At that moment, the ring on his fingertips glowed faintly.

And on the distant sea, a line of golden light echoed and swept over!

That's Longwei!

Sweeping dragon power!

Countless phantoms emerged from the might of the dragon, praising in unison: "I only dedicate myself to the great and supreme emperor. May God bless the kingdom, and my emperor bless me!"

The majestic march was played again from this foreign land, and the melody of the emperor's coronation echoed in the sky over Guixu.

The music theory of the must-win golden chapter emerges from the dragon's power, and the outline of the golden dragon is outlined accordingly.

"Long Wei? This is impossible..."

Paganini stared at the sweeping dragon power in astonishment. He knew the details of Ye Qingxuan better than anyone else, and he would naturally investigate Angelou's affairs thoroughly.

Although there were many secrets and gaps in it, he could guess that if Anglo's Homeland Defense Front could defeat Leviathan, it would definitely have the power to fight against natural disasters.

With the blessing of Long Wei, Ye Qingxuan could become a demigod.

But the Home Defense Front has its flaws.

The terror system that relies on the earth's veins is also limited by the earth's veins.

As long as they are within the territory of Angelo, the Homeland Defense Front is naturally everywhere, but once they leave Angelo, the Homeland Defense Front will be out of reach.

But this is by no means the land of Angru, and it is thousands of miles away from the waters of Angru!

But now, Long Wei's power can actually reach here?

Could it be that for hundreds of years, the Angles have been secretly expanding their country's territory at all costs?

But soon, his eyes fell on the sea in the distance, and he suddenly realized.

In the center of the Royal Navy, on the flagship Sovereign, the slowly rising Concorde and the huge machinery burst out with fierce light, extending towards the sky like pillars supporting the sky.

I see!

"Ladder to Heaven!"

His expression twisted and he made an angry sound from between his teeth.

-

At this moment, in Avalon late at night, the sleeping city was silent.

But in the reflection in the ocean, the entire city was brightly lit, like the sun, and the bright dragon power spread like a tide, making the entire sea surface turn golden and glowing.

Throne Hall.

As if hearing a call from afar, on the throne, the sleeping girl raised her eyes slightly, holding the scepter in her hand, returned to the ruins, and nodded slightly:

"allow."

Then the heaven on earth burst out with a roaring melody.

The impassioned golden chapter of victory was played.

The phantom of the golden beast emerged from the void behind her, roared low, turned into a stream of light, and rose from the sea with endless dragon power, dragging the long tail of the dragon power torrent, turned into a shooting star, and headed towards home. The ruins galloped out.

In an instant, the border was in sight.

But the speed of the golden beast did not stop, but accelerated. At the same time, above the national border, the dilapidated fishing boat suddenly cracked, and under the hull, a huge symphony ritual slowly rose.

The weird concert instrument is like a lighthouse floating on the sea, but what the lighthouse emits is not light, but a low melody!

That's an Ethernet repeater!

At this moment, what is running from it is Ye's Ladder Music Theory!

It spans seven series and runs smoothly.

Thousands of miles apart, we share the same resonance.

The music theory that was originally sleeping in Ye's bloodline has been engraved in the alchemical matrix of the Ethernet under Ye Qingxuan's design and has become its main body.

At this moment, under the resonance of the ladder, in an instant, the golden beast roared past with endless dragon power, using it as a springboard to cross to the next platform.

A hundred miles away, the merchant ships that had deviated from the route were slowly getting into position. On the cargo ship from the East Tianzhu Trading Company, a new Concordance Instrument rose again, calling for the golden beast to carry the power of natural disasters and guide the way forward. reason.

Hundreds of ships were already in place along the way, and in a blink of an eye, the music theory of the Ethernet extended outward from the heaven on earth, following the endpoints one after another, straight towards the location of Guixu.

Every endpoint is every resonance.

The endless dragon power is like a golden stream of light, penetrating each relay agreement. The brilliant river of light tears apart the night, carrying infinite power and rushing to the distance.

Thousands of miles of lights follow one another.

All the repeaters that the Royal Research Institute had worked on for a month were walking on this sea area, guiding Long Wei forward step by step, and finally, they were put into the bridge of the Sovereign.

At that moment, the flames burst out, and under the guidance of Quan Jie, they threw themselves into Ye Qingxuan's arms.

Ye Qingxuan's etheric fluctuations were rising steadily. Since he broke through into the realm of the scepter at the master level, he went up again, up, and up again, and finally entered the realm of natural disasters.

A dazzling halo emerged from Ye Qingxuan's head, like a crown of the scorching sun.

The figure of the golden retriever turned from virtual to real. The arrogant and cold hound stood high in the sky, casting an indifferent glance, overlooking the ruins.

So, Ye Qingxuan smiled, stretched out his hand and pointed at Paganini:

"——Old Fei, get rid of him!"