The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 469

As we all know, since ancient times, with the development of the times, the division of labor in human society has become more and more sophisticated.

But no matter how things change, some ancient professions have always existed, and throughout the long history, they have crossed the boundaries of time and space and have been artificially endowed with some richer cultural connotations.

For example, there are planners who can be used as sacrifices whenever something big happens, or civil engineers who run away when things go wrong, or... when there is a storm, the financial accountants who are either killed to settle the accounts or run away with the money.

But as a civilized gentleman, Zhu Mingyao would certainly not be so cruel. Therefore, he just had a cordial conversation with him for a moment, then left mercifully.

Well... by the way, in order to resolve the dispute, it is only natural to put the storage bracelet filled with extraordinary resources into your pocket to avoid any further trouble.

He stepped out of the Seattle city, and the next moment his figure appeared on the edge of the Puget Sound on the outskirts of the city. The wind was howling, the waves were moving gently, and all kinds of objects fell from the void and piled up on the beach.

Picking through a pile of dazzling array of utensils and materials, Zhu Mingyao picked up a touch of golden color and put it on the thing in his hand.

The bright yellow crystal beeswax wriggles like gelatin; three reed stems spliced ​​together make a long, clanging sound in the cool night breeze, as if a stream is rushing through the mountains and forests, and an ancient charm emerges spontaneously.

After getting the third of the seven pan flutes, his sensing ability was greatly enhanced and could already vaguely guide the hiding direction of the rest.

Shaking out a detailed map, he was roughly estimating the distance when suddenly his eyebrows jumped and he looked casually towards the city in the distance where lights were just coming on. His eyes flickered for a moment, and then he disappeared into the night as if nothing had happened.

In the dark and smelly sewer, the dwarf demon who failed to escape with the money stamped his feet and spat out a mouthful of saliva in anger.

Then he thought that although he didn't get any benefits, he was also out of trouble. He felt mixed emotions. The disappointment of trying to get something in vain disappeared for the most part, and he twisted his body and climbed up to the surface.

Just where the man wasn't paying attention, a drop of azure water seeped out from the back of his head, rolled down like a phantom, and merged into the ground.

After a long time, a faint sigh was heard, like waves hitting the rocks.

"Lucky boy, he didn't kill us to silence us! Do you think it was just a coincidence that he was soft-hearted, or did he notice something and use himself as bait to lure us in?"

"Does it make any difference to us?" Another dignified thought chuckled:
"Since the trap you set up has not been triggered, we cannot risk coming in person. Even if we work together, it will be difficult to snatch Pan's Panflute."

The sound of the waves was roaring, bringing with it a hint of coolness and an indescribable depth:

"Are we going to watch helplessly as the duck in our mouths flies away? The speed at which the situation changes is beyond imagination. If Viper's crazy idea succeeds by chance, the Shadow of the Old Ones will not only face this half-hearted and corrupt federation, but also a desperate encirclement and suppression by all the powerful human beings!

If we can't swallow the Son of Hermes in advance, we won't be able to take the initiative next time."

The tone became heavier and more echoing, as if searching for the answer in the endless waves.

"Don't tell me you really believe in that venomous snake's so-called plan. The carrot hanging in front of you is meaningless. Only the meat in your mouth belongs to you. Isn't this why you came to me to cooperate and try to get a piece of the pie?"

"You may have misunderstood, Your Highness Colibuso. What I meant is that things can be done in a more circuitous and clever way." The elegant and noble thought chuckled softly.

"Since I can't use force, I'll just use my wits to outwit him. Tell this little guy a wonderful fairy tale. Haha, I'm the best at this..."

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The humid and salty air surged. As the tide receded, the water level of the lagoon gradually dropped, revealing the undulating mudflats. The light red sunset glowed obliquely, coating everything with a hazy red shadow.

Flat pieces of stone swirled out, scraping the calm water surface, rising and falling and leaping far away, disturbing a few seagulls foraging for food, which made them squawk angrily.

Pushing the black-framed glasses on his nose, the young man held the phone between his shoulders, his eyes wandering among the sand and stones, searching for another round of "ammunition".

"Listening, I'm listening, Mike, what date did you say the party was scheduled for?" "You nerd, you're daydreaming again like you were in school!" The burly voice on the phone muttered in dissatisfaction.

"Could it be that you heard that Beverly was coming back, and you were thinking of something? Ricky..." He paused, put away the black man's unique rap sound, and corrected his tone a little:

"Dude, I know you had a crush on her back then, but you two really, really aren't a good match. She's in two different worlds from us now!"

"I understand brother, a girl who has stepped into the 'magical world' has no common language with an ordinary person like me." Ricky laughed at himself with a hint of bitterness on his lips.

Having said that, the distant memories in his mind still emerged uncontrollably.

It was a petite figure brimming with wild beauty. Although her cheeks were freckled with youthful freckles and looked a little immature, she had a brave and strong charm.

"It's best if you can think positively. Hehe, Bill is now admitted to Columbia University's screenwriting program and knows a lot of pretty classmates. I'll grab him at this party and ask him to introduce one to you."

"Are you trying to introduce you to someone under my name?" Knowing that his friend was trying to comfort him while the iron was hot, Richie felt a warm feeling in his heart and laughed in relief.

"Haha, you actually discovered it." The voice on the other end of the phone laughed heartily and shouted with confidence.

"Come on, buddy. Among the four unlucky kids in the Losers' Club, there is now a magical girl, a screenwriter genius, and you, a budding stage comedy star. I am the most useless librarian who stayed in my hometown. Of course you have to help me..."

Time is a wonderful thing. Its scale in human senses always expands and contracts with one's mood. By the time the light-hearted banter comes to an end, a thick shadow has already covered the earth.

The cool night wind blew towards him from the vast Atlantic Ocean in the distance, causing the young man to instinctively curl up his body and hold his hot mobile phone tightly.

"Okay, we'll meet at the Old Library in Derry Town on October 5th. Say hello to your parents for me. I'll bring them gifts."

Wrapping his clothes tightly around himself, Ricky hurriedly ended the call. All he wanted now was to go home and have a bowl of hot soup.

He sneezed, and the smile on his face gradually faded. He thought of the topic that had just been thrown aside, picked up a piece of stone, weighed it in his hand, and sighed softly.

The beautiful visions of childhood are not easy to fade away, not to mention that the identity that symbolizes mysterious power is hopelessly attractive to a young person. How can it be easily let go?

In countless stage scripts, the fantasy plots permeated with the sweetness of love kept rising and falling in his mind. Ricky took a deep breath with longing, and according to the vague memory, he threw the stone into the water.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the familiar sound of splashing water did not sound. Instead, a clear cry of pain was heard in the thick darkness.

Not caring about getting his shoes wet, the young man waded through the mud and water. He was suddenly stunned, and quickly followed the sound to identify the location and ran over in panic.

"Sorry, sorry! How...how are you? Where did you get hit?"

He had a sad face, and was calculating whether the internship salary he received this month was enough to pay for the other party's medical expenses. At the same time, he wiped the mud stains on his shirt and tried diligently to help the slender black figure in front of him.

Ricky felt a little dazed when he touched it, feeling cool and smooth like jade.

A ray of moonlight suddenly sprinkled down from the sky, and the blurry figure gradually became clear. He held his breath, and his shocked and intoxicated eyes swept across the smooth body in front of him inch by inch.

The red hair waves like water without wind...

The ivory skin is only covered with shells and seaweed to cover up...

The beautiful face seemed to be covered by a veil, looking like a dream...

and also
——That long fish tail with pearly luster from the waist down!
(End of this chapter)