Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 478 Wolf Riders? Wolf Riders!!

Earlier in 2014,

In a slightly old-fashioned house, a cozy yet somewhat cluttered bedroom emits a soft glow.

In the room, a sixteen-year-old boy was sitting at his desk, intently writing a test paper.

The desk was piled high with textbooks and workbooks, and the desk lamp cast a soft yellow glow, projecting his shadow onto the wall. The room was eerily quiet, save for the scratching of a pen on paper. The boy's brow was slightly furrowed as he wrote rapidly, pondering the answers to each question.

The night outside the window gradually deepened, and the occasional sound of a car passing by did not disturb his concentration in the slightest.

The boy was so engrossed in the sea of ​​knowledge that he seemed to have no other thoughts besides answering the questions.

But at this very moment...

Suddenly, a strange feeling welled up inside me.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he seemed to sense his reflection in the mirror next to his desk, staring at him with a strange look. This feeling came so suddenly that his body instantly stiffened.

The boy's pen stopped on the paper, and his breathing became rapid.

A nameless fear welled up inside him for no apparent reason, but he still mustered his courage and slowly turned his head to look at himself in the mirror.

In the mirror, there is only a familiar image of myself.

Under the light, the boy could clearly see the slightly nervous expression on his face.

There was nothing unusual; everything was the same as usual.

It's probably just a misperception caused by being too tired from studying.

After staring blankly at himself in the mirror for a while, the boy let out a soft sigh of relief, trying to calm himself down.

"elder brother!"

At that moment, a sound coming from outside the door caught his attention.

After a series of approaching footsteps, the bedroom door was opened a crack, and a cute little head poked in.

"Brother, why aren't Mom and Dad back yet?"

Looking at the cute little girl, the boy's frustration and fear vanished, and he simply smiled gently.

"Didn't we tell you at dinner that Mom and Dad are going to Grandma's for the day and won't be back tonight?"

"Ah." The little girl pouted upon hearing this, looking somewhat disappointed.

She stood somewhat awkwardly at the doorway, paused for a moment, and then spoke softly, "But...but...I'm scared." Looking at her, the boy couldn't help but laugh.

He straightened up and walked over to the little girl. Looking at his sister, who was much shorter than him, the boy squatted down and patted her head. "What are you afraid of? Your brother is here."

"I'm just scared," the little girl pouted.

"Go to sleep, sweetie. No matter what tries to hurt you, your brother will protect you," the boy said earnestly.

"real?"

"real."

"So... when are you going to sleep, brother?"

The boy glanced back at the workbooks on the table, shook his head with a wry smile. "I still have homework to do. I'll go to sleep after I finish it."

"Brother, please don't work so hard..." the little girl whispered, holding the boy's hand.

The boy smiled but didn't reply. After a pause, he finally spoke. "How about this, if Ziyi can sleep well and wake up without me waking her tomorrow, I'll buy you candied hawthorns, okay?"

"Really?!" The little girl's eyes lit up immediately at the mention of candied hawthorns. "You, you have to promise!"

"Okay, okay, I promise." The boy smiled and tapped her little nose. "When have I ever broken a promise to you?" "Hmm... then I'll go to sleep now!"

Seeing this, the little girl quickly prepared to go back to her room to sleep.

Halfway through the run, she suddenly stopped and turned around to say something.

"Oh right, didn't Mom and Dad change my name? Brother, you forgot? I'm going to be called Tang Cao from now on."

"I know, but to your brother, you'll always be his Ziyi," the boy said softly, waving gently. "Go to sleep, goodnight."

"Hehe, goodnight, brother!"

The boy watched his sister return to her room quietly, then stood there for a while before gently closing the door.

He turned his attention back to the homework on his desk.

However, that strange feeling from before lingered in his mind like a ghost, and he would occasionally glance at the mirror out of the corner of his eye, feeling that something was hidden inside.

Every time his gaze swept across the mirror, his heart would involuntarily quicken.

The reflection in the mirror seemed to possess an invisible magic, attracting him while simultaneously making him somewhat resistant.

He tried to concentrate on solving the problem, but his thoughts kept drifting to what was in the mirror. He even began to wonder if there was something hidden in the shadow.

This suspicion made him somewhat uneasy, and the pen in his hand felt heavy.

He had the same feeling before, when his younger sister was three years old and seriously ill, but for some reason, this feeling has become more and more severe recently.

He also wondered if he had a mental problem, but he didn't dare tell his parents, and he didn't want his family to worry about him.

The boy's eyes became somewhat unfocused; he looked at the words on his homework, but couldn't concentrate on a single one.

The room was eerily quiet, and even the lights had dimmed.

He turned his head slightly to look in the mirror, and his reflection looked back at him quietly, without any change.

But the boy sensed a vague unease.

Quiet.

It seems a little too quiet.

"Ziyi!?"

The boy suddenly couldn't help but shout.

But the usual responses have not come.

As the sound faded, the room remained completely silent. The boy's lips were dry, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He subconsciously reached out and pulled back the curtains, but the outside world, which used to occasionally let out some noise, was now deathly silent, as if time had stopped for the whole world.

Without thinking it through, the boy turned around and prepared to go find his sister.

But as soon as he turned around, he froze on the spot.

The boy stared wide-eyed at the sudden appearance of the figure before him, unable to believe his eyes.

It was a strange middle-aged man with a pair of eerie blue eyes.

No one knows how he got here.

The boy stared at the other person in horror, momentarily forgetting how to breathe.

The middle-aged man simply gave a meaningful smile.

"How have you been?"

"Wolf Riders"

On another timeline.

Mao's country, Bolshoi Theatre in Moscow.

Boom!

Tang Zijun, with her curly ears, kicked open the door of this magnificent building, which is known as one of the world's top ten opera houses.

After learning about the God of Time and Space's plan, Tang Zijun became extremely anxious.

He knew very well what kind of power the other party possessed. Although he held two divine sparks, this was his first time encountering the realm of time.

A god can only protect himself from the influence of the other's time dimension, but he cannot have the ability to freely travel through timelines like the other.

Therefore, if you want to achieve this, you must find another way.

In this world, very few beings can travel through time, let alone at this particular point in time. Therefore, Tang Zijun can only place her hopes on one person.

"Tang Zijun, are you sure we can find him here? This doesn't seem to be in China anymore," Curly Ears asked softly, nestled in Tang Zijun's arms.

"That guy's activities have never been within the country," Tang Zijun replied casually, then walked through the opera house's corridor and entered the performance hall.

Stepping into the performance hall, one is greeted by a dazzling display of gold and splendor.

The entire hall is predominantly gold in color, with six tiers of private boxes. It is over 20 meters high, 25 meters long, and 26 meters wide, and the stage can accommodate a massive performance lineup of 1,500 people.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs in the center, giving it a luxurious and solemn feel.

At this moment, the spacious performance hall was quite empty.

The red velvet seats were neatly arranged, but empty, as if waiting for an audience that would never arrive.

In the entire hall, only one person sat below the stage, his figure solitary in a white tuxedo, his hands swaying gently to the rhythm of the music.

On the stage, four girls dressed in different colored dresses were struggling to dance ballet.

Their toes touched the floor lightly, each step feeling like stepping on a blade.

The girls' bodies trembled slightly, like flowers swaying in the cold wind.

Their arms were outstretched, yet somewhat stiff. Each girl's expression was one of anger, yet utter helplessness. The four of them were like marionettes, pulled by invisible threads, dancing on the empty stage.

Meanwhile, the people in white below the stage watched them with great interest, clapping and waving their hands.

Suddenly, he sensed something, and his waving hand froze in mid-air.

The man in white seemed to have some doubts about him, but he still smiled.

Slowly turning his head, the man in white looked at the figure walking in at the entrance and spoke slowly.

"What a rare guest, Wolf Rider! It's amazing you found me here..."