Chapter 688： Tallonde (2/2)

"Gao Wen? Cecil, do you remember this name?"

"The dead man who resurrected?" Noretta blinked. "Do you still pick up his list? The last time he came to pick up the goods, the secret silver treasure house was tossed enough, and later the world was dug to confirm. The dead client will not climb out and ask us to cash the order..."

"That's not the last time there is no dunning voice coming from other graves!" Melita waved her hand and smiled slightly after the perfunctory. "I don't joke with you, this time the commission is really Something special, that human being is more interesting than you and I imagined. The forces he is building have also evolved beyond the initial expectations of the panel and, most importantly, he has noticed it now..."

Melita said that she suddenly closed her mouth.

But in Tar Lund, between the dragons, this sudden silence is already a secret.

Noretta brows slightly, and then some can't believe it: "Are you sure?"

Melita nodded lightly: "Remember the crazy human empire? And their crazy rebellious plan. We all thought that a magical wave completely destroyed the daring mortals and their ambitions, but in fact... Their resilience and courage are beyond the imagination of all dragons..."

"Rebellion..."

After hearing the special words, Bailong Noreta couldn’t help but change his face, and then repeated the word with a hint of emotion.

She recalled that when the jury first known that the Gangster Empire was suspected of studying the power of rebellion, the highest speaker made an assessment:

Because life is short and full of variables, because of being born weak and fearless, in front of God, human beings are brave than dragons.

"Well, there is still a period of time from the ceremony, I will arrange for you to meet with the Speaker of Andar." Mobile::

......

In the center of this dragon city, at the top of the towering mountains, the magnificent temple goes straight into the clouds.

The northern part of the land is in a very embarrassing stage. The sky is shrouded in the rays of the sun halfway through the day. This splendid radiance shines through its huge floor-to-ceiling windows, into its magnificent inner temple, in every inch of ancient floor tiles. Mottled shadows and highlights were cast on each of the vicissitudes of the pillars. A woman wearing a pale gold-coloured long skirt and blond hair hanging to the ground, with a beautiful and graceful appearance, stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window of the palace. The distant glow of the sun, overlooking the sea of ​​clouds below the temple, as well as the faint urban architecture and lights in the clouds.

She has been watching this for almost a million years.

"There is a beautiful view... and there is always a day of boredom," the blond-haired woman sighed softly and turned her head to the high-ranking dragon priest who stood respectfully behind her side. "What do you say? Heragor ?"

The dragon priest, known as Heragor, bowed his head slightly, and the pale gold mullion was hidden in the shadow of the crown: "This is because your eternity has transcended all the scenery, my Lord."

"...maybe," said the blond woman's mouth slightly tilted, but almost impossible to judge whether it was a smile, her voice was mild and friendly, but the voice was so perfect that it was fearful and Contrary, "Hergor, you are the priest who has been with me for the longest time. It has long been so flattering that it is exhausting, and both the speaker and the listener are like this."

The dragon priest did not look up: "My respect for you is from the heart."

The blonde woman narrowed her eyes and still smiled: "Hate? Is it just like everyone else?"

"..."

"I have given you a lock. You should hate me. But sadly, even this hate is locked." The blonde woman turned her head and looked at Yunxia in the distance. "It’s like this million years. Change the scenery... From the day you disobeyed the failure, you will be locked here forever, locked in this ancient day and night, alternating... I hate me from the heart, this is what you should do. of."

"..."

"But it doesn't matter, I am still your protector, I will protect you as always, yesterday, today, forever..."

The blonde woman whispered, she turned and left the floor-to-ceiling window, walking towards the depths of the temple.

"Poor soul, you will be trapped on this planet."

The dragon priest Heragor lifted his head and looked at the back of the gods, stepping inlessly and keeping up.