Yolanda moved lightly and walked to the back of the host table. She opened the thick parchment on the table, as if she was preparing to auction the first item tonight.
However, Yolanda did not read the names of the auction items on the parchment. She pressed her left hand on the first page of the parchment, and kept rubbing the crystal ball on the other side of the wooden platform with her right hand. She closed her eyes and remained silent.
, only the long eyelashes were shaking gently.
You could hear needles dropping on and off the stage, and everyone's eyes were attracted to Yolanda, because people didn't know the significance of Yolanda's current actions. Feng Tie yawned and muttered something mysterious and leaned back on the soft chair.
After stretching out comfortably, Levida, who behaved in a domineering manner, unexpectedly lowered his crossed legs and watched Yolanda's every move solemnly.
The parchment began to emit a faint silvery white light, and the light turned into many thin beams of light as if it were alive, winding around Yolanda's bright wrists and crawling up her arms, and the beams of light passed over Yolanda's shoulders.
Extending to her right hand, it regrouped at her right wrist and slowly poured into the crystal ball under Yolanda's right palm. Here, Yolanda just played the role of a medium of light.
With the continuous injection of silver-white light beams, the crystal ball shines brightly, projecting a huge circular space directly above the sphere. You can vaguely see flowing pictures in the space, which are as real as from another world.
image.
When Feng Tie saw this scene, he suddenly jumped up from his chair, grabbed the window frame and shouted loudly: "Damn it, isn't the production team showing an outdoor movie?"
Feng Tie's shout seemed very abrupt in the quiet square, but people were obviously not in the mood to make a fuss like a country bumpkin, because everyone present was deeply shocked by the scene in front of them.
Gradually, the somewhat blurry image began to become clear. This was not a simple flat image, but a three-dimensional space where real stories were constantly happening in front of people's eyes. The most amazing thing was that there was even a sound coming from the sphere.
The sound of gurgling water and whistling wind, like the 3D movies of later generations, give people the most shocking visual and auditory experience.
Among the continuous mountains, there is a rugged main peak that reaches straight into the sky. The mountainside is surrounded by thick clouds. The entire mountain is constantly steaming with mist. The green mountain is vaguely exposed when the clouds and mist drift. The higher you look up, the green becomes lighter and thinner until it disappears completely.
Only the white snow remains.
The crystal ball made a buzzing sound, and the scene quickly became closer. The mountain peaks seemed to have collapsed and people were rushing toward them. Until all the green trees and rattans on the hillside were revealed, and the timid people were so scared that they covered their eyes.
, Feng Tie even saw a crystal water drop on a leaf sliding downward along the veins. The water drop finally paused for a moment at the tip of the leaf, and then rolled down.
The leaf tips kept shaking under the pressure of water droplets, but Feng Tie's eyes followed the path of the water droplets falling down.
"Yeah!"
Water drops fell into the mouth of an old man in gray clothes. The old man closed his eyes and smacked his lips, as if he was savoring the sweet and refreshing taste. Then he grabbed the vines growing along the cracks in the stone and continued to climb up.
The old man in gray clothes had an inconspicuous hatchet stuck in his waist. His sleeves and trouser legs were rolled up high, revealing bronze limbs as hard as fine iron. The veins on the back of his hands popped out due to excessive exertion, and his nails were mostly damaged.
, there are still dark brown dried blood stains on his fingertips, coupled with the holes in his shirt and the scratches on his arms and legs, it can be seen that he went through unimaginable hardships and hardships in order to climb this mountain.
When we climb to this height, the surface of this stone peak can no longer retain the soil covering the surface. The huge mountain wind will blow away all the attachments on the stone cliff. Only some unknown dwarf trees have struggled to penetrate their roots.
It absorbs the barren nutrients from the crevices of the rocks and ekes out a living.
What is unexpected are those mountain vines that are as thick as waterfalls. They seem to be drilled out of the rock. The surface of these green vines is surrounded by dark red stripes, and countless tiny hairs protrude from the dry and hard surface.
The tops of the fluff are constantly moving like small mouths, sucking life-sustaining water from the occasional clouds that pass by.
The old man in gray clothes slowly climbed up, sometimes surrounded by dangers. He crushed a piece of loose rock under his feet, and his body hung in mid-air. He could only hold on to the cane with one hand. At this time, people in the square came to help him.
I broke into a cold sweat and silently prayed for him in my heart; sometimes when he had enough strength to move upward quickly like an ape, his movements were as smooth as clouds and water, a burst of excited cheers would erupt from the crowd.
The influence in the space was blurred again. Against the blue background, only large clouds kept drifting by. When the clouds disappeared, the figure of the old man in gray appeared in everyone's sight again.
The old man in gray clothes was already standing on an open ground with his javelin-like straight body. Behind him was the rock cliff he had just climbed. The strong wind on the top of the mountain blew the clothes of the old man in gray clothes and made a hunting sound. He was like
He stood there like a hero who had conquered the world, waiting for worship from all quarters.
From his perspective, he saw a piece of pure white ice and snow in front of him. There was actually an endless patch of red grass growing on the snow. The red grass had no stems, just clusters of grass blades that were wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, like a ball of raging bears.
The fire burns in this icy wasteland.
The old man in gray slowly squatted down and stretched out his hand to pick off a red elf leaf. There was a faint metallic luster on the red grass blades, and the tiny spikes on both ends of the grass blades kept shaking as if they were alive, as if they were about to cut.
The shackles in front of him were shattered and he returned to the embrace of the earth.
"Fire grass! It's fire grass! There are so many of them!"
Many people in the crowd in the square had screamed out in surprise, but the blank stares that followed made these oblivious people quickly shut their mouths and continue to watch the developments in the space.
The old man in gray held the blade of the flame grass with two fingers and looked at it, then put his hands behind his back and closed his eyes.
He seemed to be thinking about something, and the expression on his face was very tangled, as if there was a fierce battle between heaven and man in his heart. Finally, the old man in gray suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes firm, and he slowly took a step forward.
This step was very heavy, but the relief that followed made him let go of his worries, and he just drifted forward in this ocean of ice and fire.
"Roar!"
A deep roar abruptly stopped the old man in gray.
Anyone can hear the dissatisfaction and anger conveyed in the roar. This roar seemed to come from all directions, and then the roar got closer and louder, until a huge thing fell from the sky and landed on the old man in gray.
before.
"Fire dragon, fire dragon..."
Feng Tie murmured to himself with dull eyes: "First I made a rear projection to show the movie, and then I found out that the villain is a fire-breathing dragon. Wait a minute, it's time for the Smurfs to make a guest appearance. What kind of world is this?
"
The appearance of the behemoth is indeed that of a gigantic Western fire-breathing dragon, with a bull-like head, short front paws, two thick hind legs touching the ground, two huge wings separated by cartilage, and a milky white striped abdomen.
, the red scales all over its body and the black smoke blowing out of its nostrils deeply betrayed the identity of this monster.
The fire dragon raised its thick hind legs and walked towards the old man in gray. The snow it stepped on was originally empty, but when its soles left the ground, a cluster of red grass blades quickly grew in the ice and snow. The fire dragon moved toward the gray man.
The old man in clothes came and saw lotuses growing at every step.
The old man in gray clothes retreated quickly. He also knew in his heart that the power of legendary creatures like dragons was beyond his own ability. Therefore, escaping in this situation was not only not shameful, but also a wise move.
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Seeing the weak creature fleeing in front of him, the fire dragon stopped chasing, and a very human expression appeared on its face: contemptuous and proud.
Of course, the fire dragon never thought of letting go of this hateful human being who broke into his territory and disturbed his rest. He just held a cat-and-mouse mentality to pass a boring time.
So the fire dragon sometimes chased, and sometimes stopped to eat a few grass blades on the ground. After chasing and stopping like this for a long time, the fire dragon finally lost its patience.
It no longer drags its huge body and runs awkwardly. The fire dragon spreads its wings, rolls up a strong air current and rises into the sky. He stops in mid-air and stares at the old man in gray who is sitting on the grass, breathing heavily, and stands up.
The pupils swooped towards the old man in gray clothes, and the black smoke coming out of its nostrils became thicker and thicker. When it was about to approach the old man in gray clothes, the fire dragon opened its mouth and sprayed a thick and hot flame towards the old man in gray clothes.
"Roar!"
Another roar came from the fire dragon's mouth, this time there was only anger, endless anger.
Because the fire dragon found that the flames he sprayed actually flew into the air, and the small animal that it thought would be wiped out in an instant actually disappeared out of thin air.
The angry fire dragon soared into the sky again. It secretly swore in its heart that it would capture alive this damn human who dared to tease it, and then slowly torture him to death to let him know that it was disrespectful to disrespect a powerful and noble race like his.
Wise behavior.
However, as soon as the fire dragon flew off the ground, his flight path stopped abruptly.
The old man in gray clothes appeared behind the fire dragon. He had already taken off his upper body and had many dense spells tattooed on his chest with blue paint patterns. Now he was trying to activate and release this spell through some method to form a spell.
The strange symbols kept peeling off his chest. Every time a symbol was lost, the old man in gray turned pale, and big beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead. It seemed that this spell was
It is very physically and mentally draining.
However, the attack power of this spell is obvious. The fire dragon's tail was instantly frozen by a thick layer of ice. These ice blocks quickly spread along the fire dragon's tail to its whole body. The ice layer continued to thicken.
After wrapping the whole body of the fire dragon, a crystal chain of ice wrapped around the whole body of the fire dragon. Many long spikes quickly grew on the ice chain and pierced into the body of the fire dragon.
The strange symbols on the chest of the old man in gray finally fell off. The old man in gray also sat down on the ground and breathed in the cold, dry air into his lungs. Then he stood up and walked unsteadily into the grass.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"
After a while, the old man in gray looked up to the sky and laughed so much that tears burst out of his eyes. He danced like a madman for a while, and then flicked the things in his hands into the air.
It was a fiery red bead with a rhombus-shaped surface, the size of a fist, and there seemed to be flames flowing in the bead.
"I didn't expect that I would actually find it in my lifetime. I will die without regrets. I will die without regrets! Ahem..."
The excited shout of the old man in gray was accompanied by a burst of wild coughing. A large amount of blood gushes from his mouth, flowing down his chin and neck to his clothes, belt, linen trousers and shoes, and finally soaks into the ground. The clusters of flame grass, which were already bright and incomparably bright, looked even more whirling and enchanting under the water of blood.
The old man in gray clothes took out a folded paper crane from his arms and stuffed the red beads into the paws of the paper crane.
"Go ahead and take it back."
The paper crane seemed to have understood the instructions and commissions of the old man in gray. Its flat body instantly expanded into a three-dimensional shape. It flapped its wings and hovered above the old man in gray for a while. It let out a mournful cry, clasped the beads and threw it into the distance in an instant.
At this time, many cracks had appeared in the thick ice layer on the sealed fire dragon's body, making a heartbreaking cracking sound. The fire dragon's eyes kept turning, exuding extreme resentment as the paper crane gradually disappeared. of light.
"boom!"
"Wow!"
The fire dragon broke through the ice and ice shards flew down from the sky.
The fire dragon turned around and glared hatefully at the damn reptile in front of him who had stolen his treasure. The pungent smell of sulfur emitted from his nostrils.
The old man in gray clothes was unafraid. He faced the fire dragon with a hatchet in his hand and murmured to himself towards the mountains in the distance: "Go and fly back with it. It's just me, I can never go back."
Author's note:
Clicks continue to drop. Why, why? Hummer can’t help but ask the sky in silence.