Travel through the daily life of the dragon clan

Chapter 584, [Balance]

Zhuo did not agree with Sakura Yabuki's words, nor did he refuse.

He sat alone in the car, smoking one cigarette after another.

The last time he smoked was five years ago. That was probably his first conversation with Ling. After being picked on for a few days and then being blocked in an alley by thugs, Zhuo was still able to maintain an optimistic attitude until he saw Ling getting out of the car.

Even if he were asked to recall how he felt back then, he couldn't explain it clearly.

Why did you suddenly want to smoke?
Is it because he suddenly saw a girl as cute and special as Zero, and felt that he was also a special protagonist, so even though he didn't admit it, he still had expectations in his heart. But after his expectations were shattered, he couldn't accept it?

As he was thinking this, the cigarette between his fingers was extinguished by the rain again.

With the terrible weather in Tokyo now, if you want to finish a cigarette in the rain, you can only smoke it one puff after another continuously, otherwise it will be extinguished accidentally like this.

Fortunately, he had experience in this kind of thing, so Zhuo Ze was able to light another one with ease, take a deep breath to ensure the flame was burning, and then exhale thick white mist.

His eyes pierced through the white smoke and looked at Yuan Zhisheng, who was lying in the mud like a dead dog.

The man had completely lost his fighting spirit and showed no signs of getting back up.

He probably wanted a cigarette at this time.

How else can one wash away that pain?
Although not entirely true, Zhuo could probably understand his thoughts.

Sakura dragged him over here. There were three people here, two of them were men, and at the moment this slender girl was the only one who was trying to move.

Zhuo watched her wading through the water, leaving behind the sound of splashing water and heavy footsteps. It seemed as if someone was staring at them in the darkness, but when they looked closely, they found that it was just a wreck of a car parked in the shadows, with the broken headlights reflecting light slightly.

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were empty, while Ying's eyes were alert, as if she sensed some danger chasing after her.

It was not until the two people slowly moved up to them that Zhuo finally got down from the roof of the car and helped Ying stuff Yuan Zhisheng into the passenger seat.

When Sakura saw this scene, she seemed to have something to say, but after a brief hesitation, she was ready to open the trunk door.

Although he had no idea what she wanted to say and why she didn't say it, it just so happened that Zhuo was not in the mood to listen to her.

Zhuo grabbed Ying's sleeve in time to pull her back, and opened the driver's door to signal her to get in. Ying got in after being surprised, and immediately unlocked the door of the trunk, then turned around to fasten Yuan Zhisheng's seat belt.

What a nice girl, isn't she.

Even though he knew he was running for his life, he still remembered to fasten your seat belt.

Zhuo just held the car door and watched her finish all this, then returned to his seat and straightened his posture: "I picked up this car on the road, can you help me return it after you use it?"

"Yes, I will compensate the owner." Ying turned around and looked at me, holding the silver-plated steering wheel, but her hands were obviously shaking: "Please get in the car."

"No, there's still some work to do."

Zhuo glanced at Yuan Zhisheng, who was sitting in the passenger seat with lifeless eyes. "As expected, a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse's son will dig holes. The idiot's eldest son is an idiot, and the youngest son is also an idiot. I am an idiot enough to be friends with these idiots. Sorry for using too many swear words, so that's it, Miss Yabuki Sakura. I have to scold that idiot before he dies. Goodbye."

"You want to go back? Have you figured out a solution?"

"I don't know what's going on with your family though...try to contact Kassel Academy. They're also in Tokyo. At least those guys are cowardly enough, and cowardice can help them live longer."

Zhuo did not answer Sakura Yabuki's question.

Method?

Does a solution really exist?

If such a thing could really be done, Lu Mingze and Odin would definitely not turn a blind eye.

Even if he thought so in his heart, Zhuo really didn't want to explain anything now. Although Ying was a good girl, she was also a half-blood. All half-bloods except Zero were idiots. If these guys traveled to the world of "Naruto", they would definitely all have the surname Uchiha. What could he talk about with these yellow-eyed people who were mutated from red-eyed people?

"Kassel College? I see."

Ying started the engine as she spoke. She was indeed a good girl who acted decisively. Although she planned to drive Zhuo's car and escape alone, Zhuo couldn't help but smile when he saw her decisiveness.

That's the way it should be.

What a bullshit God, what a bullshit doomsday, none of them are as important as the man in the passenger seat.

How I wish the idiot in the passenger seat also understood this truth, but Zhuo's expectations were obviously dashed. The idiot just happened to wake up at this moment, or rather, Yuan Zhisheng finally reacted when he heard that Zhuo was about to go back.

"Take me with you."

As he said this, he was about to unbuckle his seat belt. Then Ying stepped on the accelerator first.

Zhuo was holding the car door, but before he could close it, the car rushed out.

There was no chance for Yuan Zhisheng to refuse.

"What a good girl. How many girls love idiots, and how many idiots don't cherish them..."

In the blink of an eye, the car drove very far away. Ying was a girl who was good at driving fast, and now she used this skill to the extreme.

Zhuo took another look at the taillights of the car that was getting farther and farther away. Then he threw away the cigarette in his hand that had gone out after just one puff, and walked in the opposite direction.

……

The lifting platform lowered again.

It was the first time that Zhuo walked into the deepest part of the Red Well, which he had only seen in words. He was surrounded by snow-white silk and felt like he was in a huge spider's nest.

There was rain above and below, and the rain was washing away the blood on the ground.

After walking a few steps, there was a huge broken cocoon. It was obvious that the owner of the cocoon had been born.

So the cocoon farther away was also broken, the difference was that it was broken from the outside, or torn open by someone.

It's hard to understand, but it would be strange if you could understand it. Why Herzog didn't come to this world to show off his strength after breaking out of his shell, but used his new, pure white claws to tear open another useless cocoon.

Zhuo walked forward.

He pulled up the 'Kikuichimonji Norimune' from the corpse. The alchemical long sword slashed the ground, breaking the blockade of the white silk, allowing Zhuo's footsteps to approach that place.

The withered Genji seemed to have heard the voice, but he could not turn his head to look over. Instead, he said hoarsely:

"Zhuo Jun?"

"Let me say good-bye to my friend, for he is certainly going to die."

Zhuo raised his head and looked in that direction. The voice in his head told him that there was someone, or a dragon, in that direction.

I don't know whether to call him God or Herzog, or a dragon. Zhuo seemed to feel his gaze. He laughed softly twice and threw Yuan Zhinv at his feet like throwing a piece of dead meat to feed a dog.

This control is really ingenious.

Zhuo felt his toes suddenly hit something, and then the thing flipped onto the top of his feet due to inertia.

Zhuo grinned and smiled silently.

To be honest, he didn't know why he was laughing. Perhaps it was because the guy in the distance, whether as a 'new god' or as the 'most ferocious human', gave him enough respect and at least listened to what he said.

Zhuo squatted down, picked up the idiot who was like dead meat at his feet, and began to stroke his face and hair with his fingers along his chin.

The feeling on my hands is terrible. If I had to describe it, I'd probably use a word like 'dry'.

Zhuo felt that he was not touching Fengjian Liuli, but a dry and rotten tree trunk.

Is this still the Fengjian Ruri who was so stunningly beautiful that he almost doubted her sexual orientation in his memory? With such a thought in mind, even though he was mentally prepared, he still angrily used some force to pat this dry face.

"It's really embarrassing, Jing."

"You are here, Zhuo-jun."

Zhuo heard a response from someone he didn't know whether it was from Yuan Zhinv or Fengjian Liuli. It was probably Fengjian Liuli, because even though he was so weak that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow out his life, he could still reveal a subtle smile in his words.

"I like this name very much... I really hope you call me that. I'm dying, and I really can't do anything. But I'm actually quite happy... It's great that I can't be seen like this, thank you Zhuo-kun."

"Don't be so conceited. Blindfolding my eyes doesn't mean I'm gentle or anything like that. I'm an ordinary person. Even if I have all kinds of abilities, I'm still an ordinary person. I can't resist mental illusions, so I have to blindfold myself. Have you seen Naruto? The way Might Guy, who is the strongest in physical skills, resists Uchiha's illusions by not looking into their eyes. I am Might Guy, No. 1 in physics, but my magic resistance is 0. Don't expect too much from me, I may not be able to beat him. If you continue to use Word Spirits on me at that time, you will find that I can't even resist your Nightmare Tapir."

"I will feel guilty for doing this, Zhuo Jun."

Although I covered my eyes with a black cloth when I came down, I could still feel the sensation on my hands, and two lines of warm liquid flowed into the gaps between my palms.

Zhuo lowered his head and stared at him.

"What is this? Don't tell me you're crying. "I came here because you're here even though I knew I couldn't beat him." That's impossible. You're almost dead, so don't be so self-indulgent. I'm actually pretty awesome. I still have a big move that I haven't used yet, the super transformation form, you know? Don't feel guilty, I'm not here to die, I'm here to finish him off, really."

"is that true?"

"Of course it's true. Okay, okay, let's keep the ultimate move secret for now. How can we reveal such a top secret before using it? That guy is listening right next to us. I can feel the wind swirling around me. Does that pervert have to be circling around us?"

"That's true, haha..."

"Alright, alright, stop laughing. You're laughing like a ventilator. Just listen to me. I'm here to scold you, you know? I'm here to scold people."

Even though Zhuo had said this, he still heard the weak laughter in his arms again.

It's so awkward. This kind of weak smile, like one who is exhausted from asthma, doesn't have any of the previous mixture of charm and youthful innocence.

His palms felt more liquid, and Zhuo could only help him wipe it off in the dark.

"Did my brother escape?"

"He ran away. Your stupid brother wanted to come over in the end. It was Yabuki Sakura who forced him to run away. Sakura is really a good girl, a little bit better than Zero. It's a pity that good girls either like idiots or assholes, and your brother is that idiot. Of course, you are also an idiot. It's obvious that we should all hide together. If he wants to become the White King, then let him go. What does it have to do with us? Anyway, your stupid brother trusts him, so let him die with trust. They are a perfect match. You had to come over, you had to come over. You didn't go even when I asked you to eat noodles. Do you know who the owner of that noodle shop is? He is your long-lost father. If you come, the old guy will hug you tightly, and you don't have to call him brother anymore, because you have a father now. Is it okay now? You are going to die."

"I'm about to die, so don't joke about this, Zhuojun."

"It's because you're going to die that I won't joke with you. His name is Uesugi Yue. He's the father of you, your stupid brother, and the little mute. He once gave his genes to Daiguo for research into the Black Swan Harbor Project. You three were born using his genes. Do you think he is your father? And Sakurai Kogure is still in my hometown. What do you think is going on? How can I explain it to her when I go back? What if she can't accept it and makes a fuss? I can't kill her, can I? That girl likes you, bastard. Are all of you guys with reptilian blood so cold-blooded? You don't know how to cherish something until you lose it, and you don't regret it until the person dies. I'm so unlucky to have known you..."

As Zhuo was talking, he realized that the guy in his arms suddenly found strength from nowhere and actually raised his hand to wipe his face.

To be honest, having a man touch her face should have been something that was very difficult for Zhuo to accept, but the hand touching her face was so soft that Zhuo felt like it would break if pushed the slightest.

"Zhuojun, you are crying, is it because of me?"

Hearing this, Zhuo didn't care whether this guy's hand would be broken or not. He pushed him away and wiped his face.

"Bullshit, have you ever seen me cry... It's rain, just warm rain."

Zhuo's voice couldn't help but get lower and lower.

He knew that the man could no longer hear.

Because he gradually became weak when he touched his face, and Zhuo just pretended to shake his hand off when his hand was about to fall.

Zhuo sat silently.

Fengjian Liuli slowly grew colder, and Zhuo could no longer feel his breath.

Because he was blindfolded, Zhuo could always see his [Scale] in the dark blank.

Now the two ends of the scale are flashing rapidly.

Zhuo ignored those things, but slowly put down Feng Jian Liuli, stood up and faced the newborn Dragon King. Zhuo could feel that even with his eyes covered, every cell in his body was still trembling and wanted to kneel down under that gaze.

"What a touching friendship! As the emperor, I should reward you. Now kneel down, and I will give you the opportunity to submit to me and grant you the chance to evolve into a dragon!"

"You heard our conversation, so why can you still say such things? Well, listen carefully now. I don't care whether you are a human or a dragon, Herzog. I am here to deal with you, and I will deal with you cleanly and refreshed!"

He raised his face to face the human who had just evolved into a dragon.

(End of this chapter)