A Race to The Top

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The young Ling Xiaolu returned home and cried and told his parents that he would not go to dance classes in the future.

Dad was surprised: "It's not that you have been arguing about learning to dance, and you have been learning for so long. Why did you suddenly decide to give up?"

There are many reasons for Ling Xiaolu. Dancing practice is too hard, stretching is too painful, the teacher is too fierce, and the basic skills are too boring... The point is that he wants to do that cool street dance, but the teacher always asks them to do boring flexibility and strength training. .

Dad thought for a while, "Okay, but I have a request. From tomorrow, I will accompany you to the dance classroom to listen in. When your classmates are training, you will be watching by the side. A week later, I agree that you will not go. Dance class."

On the first day, Ling Xiaolu stubbornly turned his head to the side, and deliberately blocked his ears. He didn't want to see or listen to anything.

The next day, Ling Xiaolu not only watched it, but also mocked the classmates who were grinning with pain and made faces at them.

On the third day, Ling Xiaolu sat on a high platform. When the music sounded, his suspended feet swayed subconsciously to the beat.

The fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day...

On the last day, Ling Xiaolu was held by his father and walked out of the classroom. He walked out more than ten meters. He suddenly threw away his father's hand and ran back desperately to the teacher, crying.

"I don't want to go, I still want to jump."

…

It is possible that in a silent and non-light environment, in order to prove that the brain still has the ability to perceive, it is easier for people to recall the past.

In this endless fall, the experience many years ago, so clearly appeared in Ling Xiaolu's mind.

Was he nine years old then? Or ten years old? But it has been two years since I first walked into the dance practice room.

It’s said that childhood training is like a mark. A person who has learned piano and listens to good music will subconsciously play with his fingers; a person who has studied art, seeing a picture he likes, can’t help but stretch his hand to copy those line. Dance is the imprint carved on Ling Xiaolu's body. From now on, when he hears rhythmic music, even on the street, he will naturally forget the skill of "walking normally".

The picture in the memory is the most memorable experience of "giving up" since he can remember.

It was also that time that I let him know that it is easy to give up, and it is difficult to give up what I love.

Ling Xiaolu in the water opened his eyes, and a bubble flicked past his eyes. There seemed to be writing in it. Ling Xiaolu thought he had read it wrong.

When a bubble came over, Ling Xiaolu carefully identified it and found that the text inside turned out to be a complete sentence.

-Fawn! Don't sleep, get up!

Ling Xiaolu frowned. In this game, he called himself a deer, is it Xi'er?

Bubbles floated one after another.

—Little brother, I believe you can.

…Punjab?

-Disciple, if you drowned here, it would be really unfortunate for the teacher.

No need to guess this, it must be Master!

Large and small bubbles, carrying everyone's encouragement, poured up from the depths of the ocean.

-Xiaolubi, the end is ahead, don't give up!

-Come on.

-Did this difficulty knock you down? Get up!

—Brother Lubi, I am waiting for you at the end, I believe you will be able to get here.

—Jimeng will jump into the sea before he comes.

-Come on! You can! (Sincerely, not forced to send)

…

Ling Xiaolu was surrounded by bubble barrage, and the words were rendered enthusiastically, and the cold sea water also became warm.

Those bubbles work hard to grow and rise, even if they are fragile and vulnerable, even if the water means the end, they have to face the sea desperately, just to refract the sunlight into a colorful flash.

There were more and more bubbles, Ling Xiaolu accidentally broke one, and Ji Meng's voice exploded in his ears.

"Fool! Don't you know how to resurrect? You can donate your fingers to those in need!"

Ling Xiaolu is out of anger, idiot? Ji Meng called him an idiot! Does this person learn to speak well? !

But why does this one have a sound? Does Prince Ji really have privileges?

Aiming at the nearest bubble, Ling Xiaolu used all his strength and raised his hand to puncture it.

"You are not alone, you still have us!"

To his surprise, this bubble barrage actually has the same sound and picture, so even if you can't see it clearly, you can hear it!

"You are our patriarch, you must not give up lightly!"

"It doesn't matter if you lose, this is a task, you can start over!"

"You just lost DEBUFF temporarily, believe in yourself!"

Why is there such a weird DEBUFF?

Ling Xiaolu only noticed the upper right corner of the virtual panel. I don't know when there was an additional icon on the icon, and a dejected cat was drawn on the icon.

When was this DEBUFF in him, and was it the third time he was photographed in the sea?

No wonder he was suddenly negative and exhausted. The planning is really horrible, not only torturing his body, but also destroying his heart!

Ling Xiaolu struggled hard, trying to regain the initiative of this stiff body. As he struggled, he broke a large number of bubbles, and Ji Meng's voice came from all directions, like a hundred Ji Meng roaring at him.

"Lubi! Get up and hear me!"

"Did you really go to feed the fish? The fish hate you!"

"I gave you this life, you dare not?"

"Look carefully at the cat in the upper right corner! Is it sunnier than you!"

Ling Xiaolu, who couldn't make a sound, screamed in his heart:

So noisy, so noisy, so noisy!

Who says I want to feed the fish, who says I want to give up?

I, Ling Xiaolu, since I was nine years old, I don’t know what giving up is!

Ji Meng, if there is any motivation that can help me reach the end-I must be strangling you myself!

A huge momentum spread from the heart to the extremities, DEBUFF was lifted, and Ling Xiaolu regained control of the limbs.

At the last second of the countdown, he resurrected decisively, the sea surface was cut open with cracks, and the waves surged to both sides, forming a water wall tens of meters high.

A new wave surged from bottom to top and lifted Ling Xiaolu out of the water. The eagle screamed past. Ling Xiaolu aimed at the route it was flying and steadily jumped onto the eagle's back.

The eagle spread out its strong wings and carried Ling Xiaolu soaring in the sky. He was surprised to find that he was no longer afraid of heights, his spirit and the eagle were integrated, and he could freely control its left and right.

Just as a human being trapped on the ground has grown wings, Ling Xiaolu's world has opened a new door. He gallops freely between the sky and the sea, sometimes climbing, sometimes swooping, sometimes spinning, and sometimes tossing. He is with the wind, with the clouds, playing with the birds, and taller than the sun. There are no peaks in the mountains and mountains that he can't climb; the sea is boundless, and there is no other shore that he can't reach.

A huge wave swelled on the sea in front of him, and Ling Xiaolu turned flexibly, twisting the wave's attack.

A huge sea monster emerged from the sea, with seaweed all over it, and a roar as low as thunder.

It slapped it with a huge slap, and even a cruise ship made of steel can be photographed to pieces.

However, Ling Xiaolu dodged in the air, and the sea monster did not even touch a eagle feather, and howled angrily.

Ling Xiaolu sighed: "If you showed up ten minutes earlier, I would still be afraid of you, but now-the fog is coming!"

He took a vertical leap from the eagle's back, landed on the sea monster's chaotic seaweed head, and slid down his slippery back until he pulled up the red flag glowing from the sea monster's waist and jumped to the sea. .

The eagle picked up the man before falling into the water and swooped towards the end point.

Ling Xiaolu waved the banner on the eagle's back: "I'm sorry, I accept it!"

The people waiting at the end saw the fog on the sea, and they were waiting anxiously, but seeing the eagle carrying the boy through the mist like an arrow from the string, the crimson flag fluttered in the wind, and the light effect attached to the flag flowed at high speed. And drag out the tail wing several meters long.

"Lubi succeeded!" "The patriarch is back!"

The crowd burst into cheers, followed by cheers one after another, waiting anxiously for landing safely, standing in the front of the crowd, Ji Meng heaved a sigh of relief.

Ling Xiaolu jumped down easily, and the battle flag pulled out a beautiful curved tail line in the air. The administrator staying here welcomed him with a smile.

"Dear Lubi, congratulations on completing the challenge of the family upgrade mission. I wish you to recruit more partners, open the second-level family as soon as possible, and challenge higher goals!"

"Siege!" Xi'er was the first to shout.

The gray-clothed people echoed loudly: "Siege War! Siege War!"

Ling Xiaolu passed by Ji Meng amidst cheers, and heard the other party whispering, "I thought you really went to feed the fish."

He turned his head, turned back with a bright smile, and said to his heart, what a nice person, what a choke or something should be saved for next time.

On the contrary, it was Ji Meng, caught off guard by this smile, and immediately looked around, as if nothing happened.

When Ling Xiaolu came to the edge of the cliff, the waves were still rough at his feet, but this time he was not afraid.

"I once again announce that the first goal after the establishment of the Lutoshe family—"

He was full of spirits, and his battle flag pointed directly at the sea:

"—Attack Jingzhe City!"

…

Outside of Jingzhe City, the two armies confronted each other.

Dou Kou had long been prepared for the arrival of Bei Feng, and the Knights of the Goddess had abandoned the vernal equinox since that day and stationed in Shock Sting. Sima Zhao's heart is well known to everyone.

Both parties are the top ten big families on the server, and their fighting power is evenly matched. But Dou Kou is not afraid, because he has a defensive advantage, the wall is easy to defend and difficult to attack, even if the Knights are strong, he can still wait for work.

"Bei Feng," he said arrogantly from the tower, "remember the last time you died here tragically? Today is the day when history repeats itself. How you failed before, this time is still the same!"

Bei Feng was still riding a white horse, and the albatross landed on his shoulders.

"Last time, you had it, I didn't."

His voice is calm and comfortable.

"This time, what you don't have, I have."

Dou Kou frowned: "What do you mean?"

The formation of the Knights of the Goddess separates the two sides, giving way to a wide passage.

A lonely figure, resisting something weird, swaggered to the front.

Dou Kou was a little nervous when Bei Feng prepared some secret weapon. After seeing that the incoming person is just a trivial green name, he immediately dismissed it.

"That's what you said, do you have something I don't have?" Dou Kou sneered, "I don't have anything like this self-righteous and not afraid of death. I really don't have anything in Dou Niwan."

411 raised his palm: "Don't panic!"

He replayed the things on his shoulders to the ground, turned on the switch, and from inside came dynamic electronic dance music.

Dou Kou Le: "A good siege, what do you do with a stereo? Can't beat it, collective dance?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," 411 hurriedly said, "I put the wrong song."

He quickly changed a channel: "Go!"

On the tense battlefield, a magnificent symphony sounded. The music was uplifting, as if there was a dog beside him, and he wanted to ride it immediately to rush to the front line and defend the country.

He and Pan Jia looked down at his hands: "Ah, I feel the power..."

Follower B: "No, this time I actually have the urge to ride you on the battlefield. This is not like me!"

Dou Kou felt the insult.

"Bei Feng, what medicine do you sell in the gourd? If you don't want to fight, don't waste my time—"

He closed his mouth suddenly.

In the smoke of gunpowder in the distance, nine vague silhouettes, with the aura of an army, stepped on the breathtaking BGM, and walked in style.

"Little friend, it's you—!"

Ling Xiaolu's equipment was completely renewed, and there were no traces of his original fledgling. A slender wind-breathing pterodactyl was plated on his arm, like a three-dimensional embossed tattoo.

Looking at the person next to him, Dou Kou gritted his teeth.

"Ji Meng, and you, why do you always have you among the people who are causing me trouble!"

Ji Meng's black and gold armor was replaced with dark blue, his chest muscles were hidden, but his abdominal muscles were exposed. The giant sword behind him has been upgraded, and Lei Spark is more dazzling than ever.

A petite figure attracted Dou Kou's attention.

"Little sister, you are here too. It is very dangerous here, will you come to Dad?"

Nan Xun shook his head, and two crows flew by in front of her, leading Dou Kou's eyes to the person next to her.

Dou Kou's smile gradually disappeared: "Dare you come here too? You have been making trouble with our family members during this period. I haven't had time to settle accounts with you."

He noticed the top of the other party's head: "Yes, even you have a family. Why? Can't get on, find a backer? I thought at one time that you and Lizheng are the only ones who are fully served and will not have any relationship with any family. What about people... Li Zheng?!"

The silver hair is flowing, and it is not dusty, not who Li Zheng is, but the family name on his head once again made Dou Kou think that he was just seeing the wrong person.

"It's Lizheng, it's Lizheng really..." and Banjia whispered beside him.

Pin Yi with Ban Yi: "The eldest lady is here too, I'm not dreaming."

Pan Jia's eyes flushed with pain: "You are not, because I saw her Chuya sister."

"Bei Feng made an appointment to tie with the patriarch. There are three more appointments. How to make a appointment?"

"Are you sure it's three? Not four?"

Dou Kou's face was pale: "Where did this Xi'er come out? I have never seen it before!"

There is only the last green name, which does not seem very threatening.

Nine people, lined up in a row, stood in front of the city gate. Behind them were the invincible Knights of the Goddess, and the well-equipped Lutou Society.

Afterwards, there were hundreds of siege engines and catapults, densely packed with mountains and plains.

With such armed battles, even the city walls shuddered.

Ling Xiaolu raised his head, and Dou Kou on the top of the castle shouted loudly.

"Dou Zha! I, Lu Yang Guang, Qingxu, Fengxian, Alsace Bi, I am here today to kill my relatives with justice!"