Travel through the daily life of the dragon clan

Chapter 557, Take Care

"How enviable! My brother didn't even show such a horrified expression when he killed me. I don't know what the designer of this building was thinking. The subway is interspersed in it, the top floor is designed as an open-air temple, and the direct elevator is made of transparent fiberglass. Oh, the view is blocked. Judging from her figure, she should be the girl who always likes to follow her brother."

"I'm sorry to disturb your jealousy, but it's damp and cold here, and it's lonely and empty. Can we finish quickly?"

"Zhuo Jun, what do you say if I continue to beat this girl through? Will my brother go crazy looking for me?"

"Not so good, please be normal, even if you are just pretending."

"what a pity."

Zhuo saw Fengjian Liuli put down the sniper rifle and picked up the telescope to look at the distant sky.

Looking in that direction, even without a telescope, one could see the skyscraper surrounded by glass walls. The glass reflected both the night view of Tokyo and their own shadows.

Those brightly lit buildings stood in the rainy night like huge stone monuments inlaid with gems. The city looked as grand as ancient Rome, but even more glorious.

Feng Jian Liuli put down the telescope and said softly:
"Travel is sick and dreams are dry and wild."

This sentence is from a haiku written by Matsuo Basho, which means that one gets sick while traveling and has dreams about galloping across the wilderness.

"It is not funny."

"But this is not a joke, Zhuojun." Fengjian Liuli turned around and smiled.

"Then how about I tell you a joke? The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man is going to return to the sky."

I think you can understand this sentence without translation.

However, when Kazama Ruri, a Japanese, heard this Japanese sentence, she looked puzzled.

Zhuo tightened his coat, yawned with his eyes drooping, and said:
"In fact, when you were looking at Yuan Zhisheng through the scope, I saw those three guys sneaking in through the telescope. Now the former head of the Sheqi Eight Families has been sniped and killed, and they are trapped here. Doesn't this poem fit the situation?"

"..."

Seeing Fengjian Liuli's dumbfounded expression, Zhuo smiled instead.

Zhuo felt that humans were really strange creatures. For example, Su Enxi, who looked pure and elegant when going out, was completely sloppy at home, and could not stand her dirty jokes. She could earn billions of dollars just by typing on the keyboard, and the men pursuing her in real life were all top-notch, but she had no interest in them at all. Instead, she envied them and fantasized about the plots in romance novels.

And Feng Jianli is like a young man who has just entered the society and has made a lot of money. He drives a luxury car and wears a famous watch to talk with poor friends, complaining that it is so tiring to live in this world. I am no longer the person I used to be. If I could, I really want to go back to the time when we were carefree. In fact, he just made a few powerful friends and attended a few high-end social events, and he thought he had the power of the world.

Zhuo wiped his wet hair a few times, raised his head and said with a smile:
"Okay, don't worry about them. It's not necessarily a bad thing if those three people died so easily. Their backgrounds are much bigger than yours."

"Zhuo Jun, your jokes are not very funny."

It was a rare moment for Feng Jian Liuli to show a bitter smile.

"So, are you relieved now?"

After closing the coffee shop, Zhuo rode Fengjian Liuli's motorcycle to the top floor of the building which was neither far nor close to Genji Heavy Industries.

Because they didn't want their sports cars to get wet in the rain, the two of them rode their motorcycles in the rain from Akihabara to Shibuya. Anyone would think this behavior is crazy.

After reaching the rooftop, Zhuo witnessed Fengjian Liuli coming to a windy vent that had been selected long ago, taking out a heavy sniper rifle from the corner and assembling it, and then lying there and aiming for a long time, and then shot and sniped Tachibana Masamune.

Zhuo, who originally didn't want to chat here, asked Fengjian Liuli calmly.

"what do you mean?"

He knew what Zhuo wanted to ask without asking, but he pretended not to understand, with a smile still on his face.

Zhuo first rolled his eyes at him with pity, sighed softly, and then spoke again:
"Of course it's just this kind of meaningless venting."

Zhuo said this as a matter of course, yet with a bit of hesitation, but Fengjian Liuli must have understood the problem.

After graduating from high school, the communication between Zhuo and Ren gradually faded. There was nothing they could do about it even if they didn't want to. After leaving the campus, everyone would go in different directions. Even if they had the opportunity to get together again, they would not have the time to sit in the same room for a whole year.

However, the relationship between him and Fengjian Liuli gradually became closer. No, this was actually because of Fengjian Liuli's enthusiasm.

If he didn't take the initiative, Zhuo would definitely not want to find someone to get acquainted with if he was alone. So Zhuo was very grateful for his enthusiasm for being able to hang out with friends for the past three years.

Zhuo slowly told him about the things that he had not told Feng Jian Liuli. Whether it was Herzog's plan or the real driving force behind this matter, he told him everything at once.

And Kazama Ruri accepted it calmly.

He might have vaguely sensed it, but that was all.

After knowing those things, you should understand that there is no point in killing Tachibana Masamune, killing the king is meaningless, and even killing Herzog himself is meaningless... In the final analysis, even Herzog is just a tool pushed out. In front of those guys who are great enough to be called "Gods", Herzog is just an unconscious executor.

Even if there is no Herzog, there will be Herzog's Right, Herzog's Upper, Herzog's Lower...

After knowing this, even if you don’t show it, you will still feel insignificant and helpless.

There's no point in doing anything - thoughts like that.

Zhuo guessed that Fengjian Liuli was trying not to show her feelings and was hiding them secretly, which was why she was willing to accompany him in playing this farce just to vent her emotions.

And now, seeing Feng Jianli's wry smile...

"You're not thinking that it's really hard to deal with someone who's too sharp-minded at a time like this, are you?" As he said this, Zhuo gave him a probing look and then made eye contact with Fengjian Liuli.

"..."

"Huh? Who are you showing that eager expression to?"

"...Alas, even if I know that this kind of thing is meaningless, there is nothing I can do, Zhuo-kun. This kind of thing is really annoying. The Demonic Clan and the Eight Snake Families are just pawns used by Herzog to find the 'Holy Grail'. My brother, Uesugi Eri and I are the chosen vessels. Herzog is hiding in a place where no one knows. Even if all the puppets are killed, hatred and a sense of crisis will force people to continue searching for the 'Holy Grail'. I have no interest in these things, nor do I have any interest in participating in them."

"...Have you ever thought about discussing this with Yuan Zhisheng?"

"No, I had been planning to keep it a secret. This has nothing to do with my brother. Besides, my brother wouldn't believe what the ghost said, so there's no need for me to look for him. I always feel that the image of me in Zhuojun's mind is strange. Is it my illusion?"

Fengjian Liuli made her words clear first to prevent Zhuo from continuing to think in this direction, and then burst into laughter.

I just hope his smile isn't a sign of some kind of emptiness.

"...Ah, I knew long ago that my brother and I had no chance of reconciliation, and I never thought of looking for him. Containers... Although I don't want to admit it, the three of us are really qualified as empty containers. Before I heard what you said, the only thing in my mind was how to kill the king and live like a normal person. We are already so suitable."

Although Feng Jian Liuli usually did not show any signs of this, no matter how you look at it, he now has some hysterical tendencies. That arrogant laughter was not the usual flamboyant and graceful smile like a seductress, but contained anger and sadness.

This is the truest appearance of Fengjian Liuli. His expression and eyes strongly express his desire to set the world on fire.

Hearing with her own ears that even Herzog was just a pawn being used was enough for Ruri Kazama to be sure that she had no chance.

He didn't even wonder why Zhuo knew such things.

"If I kill both my brother and her, will God be shocked?"

"Let's not talk about whether God will be scared or not, you have already scared me. Please be normal, thank you for being scared."

"Zhuo Jun is on guard against me?"

"From what I know about you, you wouldn't do that, but just to be on the safe side... or to confirm? I want to know if you would really go crazy and do something that would scare me to death. After all, I'm not only the little mute's friend, but also your friend. I don't want any of you to end up in misfortune."

"…But it's already unfortunate enough for me to know that the woman and I are siblings."

"Hey, don't look at me with such resentful eyes. It's disgusting and makes me want to vomit."

Perhaps in Fengjian Liuli's heart, he thought that Zhuo would definitely choose to support the latter between him and Uesugi Eriya, so he looked very surprised after hearing Zhuo's statement, but soon changed to a resentful expression with frequent blinking.

Maybe Fengjian Liuli really felt Zhuo's worry, he quickly recovered and shrugged.

"Don't worry. I don't want you to hate me, so I won't get in your way. By the way, Zhuo Jun, is there really no way to ruin the plans of those damn guys?"

"Unfortunately……"

Even with the advantages of cheats and prophet, Zhuo was not rash enough to say something idealistic like "just kill them all".

Tachibana Masamune and the King are just shadow dancers, similar to clones or other things that Zhuo can't understand, anyway, it doesn't matter. Herzog is also a proxy who was pushed out...

In fact, even if we really killed Gen Chisei, Kazama Ruri, and the little mute, even if it might really cause the plan to fail... it would be useless.

The so-called God can reset time and start everything over again.

By the time they have gone to great lengths and pains to nip everything in the bud, God has unknowingly turned the world back to the time before the incident occurred and prepared ways to deal with it.

As for killing those gods...

This plan sounds like an anti-Japanese heroic drama, where the warriors tear the Japs apart with their bare hands, dodge bullets and break into the Japs' bunker. They don't even need to bring a grenade. They use the Japs' own explosives and matches to blow up the bunker and then leave in style, even holding the cigarette they stole from the Japs in their mouths as they retreat.

——It’s all damned optimism.

It is precisely because we are clear about these things that we need to vent in this way in order to continue to persevere.

Speaking of which, Kazama Ruri is already like this, so what kind of mood does Angers, as the leader of the secret party who is determined to kill the Black Emperor once and for all, have to persevere?
Thinking of this, Zhuo couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for him.

Facing Zhuo's worried eyes, Feng Jian Liuli smiled again and said:
"I'm not as fragile as Zhuo-jun thinks. If I say so, I'm probably just feeling hopeless about this world... not about my own situation or future. What a boring world."

It was true that he felt despair, but if you asked him if he was suffering for his life or his future, he would not be able to nod in agreement.

Fengjian Liuli probably holds a kind of disgust towards the truth of this world that Zhuo cannot understand.

If you ask why I can't understand it, maybe it's the privilege of being mixed-race or mentally ill.

Ah, it's not me who's wrong, it's this world - I really don't know how to respond without being embarrassed. With such distress in mind, Zhuo scratched his forehead:

"I said you and BasaraKing should get along better."

"Mr. Gattuso, why did you mention him?"

"Hmm - probably because you have the same disease. Boys who reach a certain stage will suffer from this disease. Suddenly their personalities change, saying that they have grown up, that the me of today is completely different from the me of the past, that they learn to smoke, listen to heavy metal music, and start to comment on the taste of ramen. In short, they feel that they have become more vicissitudes than adults. They think that the world is dirty, that all the girls in the class have been slept with by others, that some things can be done if they want to, and that some things are destined by fate and humans are powerless to change them."

Fengjian Liuli understood and her face turned red as she wanted to say something, but perhaps she was concerned about the person in front of her, so she endured it.

In short, the blue veins are all exposed.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm just saying. After all, I can't understand the thoughts of a psychopath. A psychopath should also understand the mediocrity of ordinary people."

Since Fengjian Liuli is one of the few friends he has now, Zhuo certainly cannot help but give her understanding from a friend's perspective.

Even if you can't understand, you have to try to understand.

Zhuo pondered for a while and suddenly remembered a song.

He hugged Fengjian Liuli, and under the other's puzzled gaze, he allowed Zhuo to hold him and walk to the edge of the building together. He stopped only when the top of his shoes was hanging in the air.

"It's a bit embarrassing, don't look at me."

Zhuo, feeling somewhat embarrassed by being stared at, turned his head away, but still took him in his arms and sat down with him, with their four legs hanging in the air hundreds of meters above the ground.

Zhuo cleared his throat and began to sing as gently as possible with his not-so-pleasant voice.

Today's sky is still blue
A complete replica of yesterday
……

I really hope someone can accompany me
If you can love me again
Like a little fish in the sea, swimming non-stop
Trapped in the sea with no way out
Only in dreams do I have a boat

Can you take me to the port?
……

But baby, life is more than this
We are here to feel the sunshine
Watch the sunset and the rising tide, listen to the evening breeze singing everything

The leaves will turn yellow and everything will be normal
……

The rain with pH 2.2 falls into my upturned eyes.

Zhuo felt that he had a lot to say, but at this moment and in this occasion.

All I can leave for you is my silent prayer:

Take care, my friend!

Love yourself!
Like the twinkling stars, your eyes are smiling and expressing your feelings.

(End of this chapter)