The Glorious Summoner

　　 The blood moon just ended, the rusty lonely iron tower stands in the city, and the sky in the background of the iron tower is the thick smoke that has not yet completely dissipated in the city.

　　The worn-out tires are piled together and lit, the effect is the same as the ancient wolf smoke.

Paris at this moment is a city that is difficult to describe in simple words. Since the "September 27 Bloodshed" two years ago, this largest city in Europe has embarked on the road of autonomy and has become full of "revolutionary atmosphere." ".

All government agencies in the city have been evacuated, and they will never be able to return. It is extremely dangerous to appear in the city or around the city wearing government uniforms. Such people generally find it difficult to live past twenty-four hours.

The citizens of Paris who were abandoned in the disaster, various strange organizations, prison fugitives, gangs, foreign snobs, and somewhat capable summoners have completely taken over the city and fled to the disaster with extreme hatred. Doomsday bunker and the government that caused thousands of civilian casualties.

　　 The surviving Parisians described the tragedy as a slaughter of the cowardly and shameless politicians who blocked the streets of Paris in order to escape.

　　 The remains of the armored vehicle on the street are still telling the tragedy.

　　 Those who survived the chaos and the Holy Spirit, spent two years gradually building their own order in this city.

　　 The Paris airport was reopened a year ago.

The terrifying space invasion came to an abrupt end. Although the monsters have not been cleaned up, the evil and dark forces are still ready to move, and in some places even more raging, but after the disaster, the human countries still have a short respite and recovery time. .

　　 After all, as long as a person lives, he must live.

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On the southwest side of the tower, close to the Seine River and the outskirts of the city, is a large civilian area in the city. When the first ray of sunlight in the morning hits the pointed church roof in the civilian area, although there is still in the sky The black smoke did not dissipate, but the entire civilian area gradually became lively.

　　 Various noisy sounds and the breath of various cities began to surging in the civilian area.

　　 Countless people alive in this city began to rush for life and survival.

　　 The two fat pigs that were driven to the street by the butchers caused the narrow streets of the civilian area to jump around, provoke a scolding and a group of envied eyes.

Because of the lack of energy and all kinds of living materials, the whole of Paris, to a certain extent, seems to have returned to what it was two hundred years ago. The streets of the downtown area are flooded with sewage, and what can be seen on the streets of the city can be run. There are few cars, the small vendors who do business have guns on their backs, and the butchers who drive the pigs have submachine guns in their hands. Everything is full of magic.

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The butcher and the fat pig passed through a place called Rose Street and passed a cheap hotel called the Old Man and the Sea. At this moment, at the end of the corridor on the second floor of this hotel, the innkeeper Garcia was slightly obese. His hand knocked **** the door of the room with the No. 206 bronze medal, and shouted loudly in half-baked Chinese.

　　 The poor door groaned in pain under the strong knock of the innkeeper, as if it were about to fall apart at any time.

　　 The inn owner doesn't feel distressed at all. The patience in his heart is long gone. His cry echoes throughout the small inn, even the people on the street outside can hear it.

"Mr. Luo, I know you are in the room. You said that you will pay the rent for the past month when the blood moon is over. I have given you a week of grace. This is the greatest kindness you can do as a painter. ..."

No matter what the innkeeper called out, no one answered inside. After knocking on the door for a while, I was afraid that the poor door would really fall down and it would be impossible to spend a maintenance fee. The innkeeper Garcia panted. Qi, finally stopped the abuse of that door.

"Tomorrow, I will give you one more day. If you can't pay the rent after tomorrow, I will call the security team. If you are thrown into the collective farm, you will not care about your decentness at that time... "

　　 After putting down these words, the fat innkeeper finally left the door of Room 206 with a whisper, and the old floor slab was creaked by the boss.

　　 It seemed that the noise outside finally awakened the people in the room. At this moment, the people in the room woke up from the floor quietly and opened their eyes.

　　 Xia Ping An looked at everything in front of him, his head was temporarily blank, his last memory, still staying in the last image of the clone secret method left before his eyes...

　　 is on the floor next to him, there is a chair falling on the ground, a broken rope, two empty wine bottles, and a bottle of AM medicine.

　　 Xia Ping'an looked up and saw another piece of rope hanging on the beam of the house.

　　 The chair that fell on the ground, the half-cut rope hung from the beam of the room, a chaotic memory suddenly flooded into Xia Ping'an's mind.

In this memory, Xia Pingan saw that he had drunk a lot of wine, poured some medicine in his mouth indiscriminately, then walked onto the chair stupidly, wrapped his neck in the hanging rope, and then went ashore like a thump. The salted fish stepped on the chair, and began to suffocate and struggle on the rope in pain and suffocation.

　　 The rope broke, and then he fell off the chair and hit his head **** the ground.

　　 The owner of this body, called Luo An, is an overseas student from China, studying painting in Paris.

　　 A painter, when the troubled times come, is the most difficult group to survive. Everyone can't even save their lives, and their belly is still hungry. Who can care about painting?

　　 The feeling coming from her neck was very uncomfortable. Xia Ping'an touched her neck and found that there was a fiery mark just under her chin, near the Adam’s apple.

This body is really weak in Xia Ping'an's eyes. A person who is not even a summoner, his physical strength, in Xia Ping'an's eyes, is almost like an ant. This body is still slowly adapting to breaking into the body. The powerful spirit body in it.

In addition to being a little hot on the neck, the musculoskeletal meridians of this body are also slowly changing. This adaptation process is that this body will gradually and slowly go through a terrifying and long process of divine power initiation. , This process takes about half a month to a month or so-because of Xia Ping's powerful spirit body, he can slowly create a powerful body.

　　 Just for a moment, as the body changes, Xia Ping'an feels the hot sensation on her neck becoming more acute, which is a sign that the body's nerve endings' ability to perceive is increasing.

　　 Xia Ping’an struggled to get up, stumbled to the mirror in the room, and couldn’t wait to see what she looked like in the mirror.

　　 The person in the mirror is indeed a completely strange Chinese face.

It was a Chinese man, wearing a white shirt, a little stray black hair, melancholy and somewhat blank black eyes, a straight nose, about 30 years old, his face was clearly defined, even a little bit Hansome.

　　 It's just that the face of the person in the mirror is sickly pale, it seems that the sun has not been seen for many days, and the body of the whole person is not strong, showing the weakness of a scholar.

　　 The dark red mark is on his neck, very dazzling.

　　 Looking at the man in the mirror, Xia Pingan touched her face. A smile appeared, "Don't worry, this body will be handed over to me in the future, it won't be as bad as you..."

　　 Looking at the face in the mirror, Xia Pingan felt that the picture was a little funny, but he couldn't laugh.

The tearing pain in his head suddenly appeared, and the pain was still increasing. Xia Ping'an hugged his head and let out a painful snoring. The body shook twice, just in the tearing pain of his head, more His memories poured into Xia Ping'an's head.

　　 This is the inevitable process of the avatar technique, and it’s a bit uncomfortable. His spirit body is gradually adapting to this body, and at the same time it will "browse" some memories of this body.

　　 A woman’s face suddenly came into Xia Yang’s head, oh my dear Olivia...

　　 This is not suicide, it is tragic, desperate and pitiful... Love, the lover is married, and the groom is not me. Since I can't be with my love forever, then let me use my life to make you remember forever...

Xia Ping’an looked at the pale and weak face in the mirror, panting heavily, holding the table in front of him with both hands, and his knuckles were a little white. After seven or eight minutes, there was a tear in his brain. The pain was gradually reduced and eased a little bit.

Xia Ping'an raised his eyes and scanned the room, trying to find some medicine or something. Unfortunately, the room was empty. This small hotel was too rudimentary. Almost everything was clear at a glance, one bed, one desk, one A wardrobe, a chair, this is all the furnishings in the room.

　　 Moreover, in Luo An's memory, he didn't have the money to buy expensive wound medicines. At this moment, the price of medicines in Paris is beyond imagination.

Although Luo An is destitute, he loves to be clean. He is probably an obsessive-compulsive disorder patient. Even if he is going to hang himself, everything in the room is neatly packed, and the bedding on the bed is meticulously folded without a trace of wrinkles. The red oak desk was spotless, books, pen, ink, and paper were laid out in a straight line, and a mobile phone with a broken screen was neatly placed on the desk, aligned with the books.

　　 There is a piece of paper on the desk with a pendant pressed on it.

Xia Ping’an walked to the desk and picked up the silver pendant with enamel. The pendant can be opened. Inside there is a one-inch side photo of Olivia’s head. Olivia in the photo is a foreign country. Beauty, Olivia is standing in front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris, wearing a peaked cap and blue dress on her head, her face is slightly fat, but her facial features are very beautiful.

　　 On the piece of paper under the pendant is Luo An's last love poem written to Olivia in French.

　　 As a painter, Luo An can write beautiful Getling swashes, which looks pleasing to the eye.

　　The love poem is as follows——

　　 What can I use to keep you

　　 I give you the poor streets, the desperate sunset, the blood moon in the run-down city.

　　 I give you the sorrow of a person who has been looking at the lonely moon for a long time.

　　 I give you my deceased ancestors. People use marbles to commemorate their ghosts: my father's father who died at the border, two bullets pierced his chest.

　　He died with a beard, and the soldiers wrapped his body in cowhide;

　　My mother's grandfather-who was twenty-four years old at the time-led soldiers under the Loess Plateau to charge towards the monsters, and now they are all ghosts on horseback that have disappeared.

　　 I give you all the insight that I can contain in my book, the masculinity or humor that I can have in my life, and the only humbleness.

　　 I give you the loyalty of someone who has never believed in.

　　 I will give you my chest full of flames and the sea water that can submerge this world.

　　 I give you the core of myself that I managed to preserve-the core of not making words, not trading with dreams, not being touched by time, joy and adversity.

　　 I give you the memory of a yellow rose that you saw in the evening, many years before you were born.

　　 I will give you your own explanation, your own theories, your own real and amazing news.

　　 I give you my loneliness, my darkness, and the hunger of my heart; I try to impress you with confusion, danger, and failure. (Note 1)

　　 At the bottom of the poem, there are two additional lines of words. The handwriting is a little fuzzy, it seems that tears are dripping on it, but the tears have dried up, leaving only a vague mark...

　　My dear Olivia, if I can't give you these, then, I hope to use my own life, forever young, live in your heart, and wish you happiness.

　　 This is the last poem I wrote to you-Luo An who always loves you.

　　 Looking at Luo An's last verse in this world, Xia Ping'an was a little moved.

　　 Luo An, this poor painter, is definitely an infatuation.

But this infatuated kind is not afraid that the woman will have nightmares at night after seeing this suicide note. Hanging is the most ugly way of death. After death, the tongue will stick out, and death is the least worthwhile. As long as you live, there is actually hope .

　　Also, this guy owes money to the innkeeper. Not only did he not pay it back, he almost turned his guest room into a haunted house before he died. It's so unkind...

　　 Xia Pingan picked up the phone with a broken screen and looked at it. The phone could no longer be turned on, and there was no electricity. Now in Paris, charging is a very extravagant thing.

　　 The books on the desk are all art or poetry and philosophy ~www.readwn.com~none of them are related to making money and survival.

　　 Xia Ping An stood at the desk for two minutes, and then Xia Ping An heard the gurgling noise in his stomach.

　　 This is because of the idling and peristalsis of the intestines caused by hunger, and it is also the body's protest and reminder to Xia Ping An-this chicken is too weak, and the transformation of the body by the spiritual body requires a lot of food and calories.

　　 When Xia Pingan woke up just now, she felt that there was still a lot of alcohol in her body, and her head was still a little confused, but after a while, the alcohol seemed to be digested, and her head became more and more sober.

　　 Yesterday, poor Luo An locked himself in the room, did not eat anything for the whole day, only drank two bottles of wine.

　　The need and pressure to survive suddenly came to my face.

　　 Xia Ping’an tried to sense her secret mandala, because the spirit and body have not yet fully adapted, the secret frankness is still trembling, if there is nothing, it is completely unusable.

　　 I must find a way to survive the genius of adapting the spirit body to the body first.

　　 Once he adapts, he is the only summoner of the Six Suns realm on this planet, the undisputed number one in the world!

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　　 Note 1: Borges "What Can I Use to Keep You", slightly modified.

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