The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Boom—

It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in Zhou Lang's mind.

His body swayed slightly.

His withered hands gripped the edge of the hatch tightly, which prevented him from collapsing on the spot.

Human trafficking.

Borrowing from his military achievements.

Borrowing his name.

Zhou Lang suddenly laughed.

"Ha ha……"

The laughter was very low.

Very mute.

But as he laughed, tears rolled down his deeply lined old face.

He remembered.

One hundred years ago.

Outside the walls of the western wilderness, a swarm of insects was pressing in.

Three rows were trapped in the sandworm storm.

He personally launched the last signal flare into the sky, and then kicked several terrified recruits back to the defensive line.

When his dantian started burning, he heard someone crying and calling for his platoon leader.

Even as his soul shattered, he was still cursing those brats, saying they'd die if they ran too slowly.

That battle.

He had no intention of living.

All he wanted was for the dozens of children behind him to go home.

Later, before consciousness completely sank.

He still remembers the last time he went home before he fell into a coma.

The second son's family just had a grandson.

A tiny little bundle, yet its cries were very loud.

He held the child and said with a smile.

"I've thought about the name Erhe for a long time."

"My heart holds both thoughts of family and country."

"Protecting the rivers and lakes for thousands of miles."

But now.

The military merits he earned with his life became the weapon the Zhou family used to harm others.

The people of the Dragon Kingdom that he risked his life to protect were sold off by his descendants, truckload after truckload.

"grandfather?"

Zhou Erhe's heart skipped a beat, and he tentatively opened his mouth.

"Hahaha……"

Zhou Lang's laughter grew increasingly mournful.

next moment.

"Whoosh—"

He grabbed Zhou Erhe's head and lifted him up by force.

Zhou Erhe's feet left the ground, and his face instantly turned purple.

"Do you still consider me your grandfather?!"

"Do you even remember that I was a soldier?!"

"ah?!"

Zhou Lang's aged face was covered in tears, but his voice was like a knife slashing at Zhou Erhe's face.

"Do you know that I've spent my entire life killing enemies!"

"My entire life has been dedicated to preventing those cannibalistic creatures from entering the Dragon Kingdom!"

"I'm igniting my dantian!"

"I burn my divine soul!"

"I burned myself into this grotesque, inhuman state!"

"It was all to save dozens of lives!"

His memory became crystal clear at that moment.

In the yellow sands a hundred years ago.

The swarm of insects swept over the position.

Only twenty-seven people remained in the third row.

Xiao Wu dragged his broken leg and refused to walk.

Even though Ting-ge's eyes were burned out by the venom, he still stayed to keep him company.

Zhou Lang kicked them into the retreat tunnel and laughed as he cursed, "Get lost!"

Then, he stood alone in front of the gap.

A fire ignited in his dantian.

The spirit is ignited.

That night, twenty-seven people survived from the western border defense.

From that day on, Zhou Lang lay in a dark, sunless medical pod.

Zhou Erhe's face turned pale and his body felt cold from being choked.

"grandfather……"

"I...we didn't want this either..."

"The grandson knows he was wrong!"

"Please, spare me, for I am the last of the Zhou family's bloodline!"

"Bloodline..."

Zhou Lang closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently.

The next second, he suddenly looked at Lu Ming.

"Commander of the North."

"How many people has the Zhou family harmed over the years?"

Lu Ming was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"The initial estimate is no less than 60,000."

Zhou Lang's fingers trembled violently.

"Sixty thousand..."

Zhou Erhe turned pale and screamed almost instinctively.

"Disgrace!"

"Grandpa! He's slandering me!"

"The account... the account only has a maximum of fifty-nine thousand!"

"He's slandering us!"

The ancestral hall fell silent.

The eyes of all the Zhenguo soldiers were frighteningly cold.

Zhou Lang slowly turned his head.

The menacing aura he had cultivated over the years in the military immediately choked Zhou Erhe's words.

"Fifty-nine thousand."

"Fifty-nine thousand!"

His voice was hoarse and trembling.

"How many fathers would it take to save him?"

"How dare you?"

"How dare you?!"

Zhou Erhe finally got scared.

"Grandpa! I am the last bloodline of the Zhou family!"

"Bloodline?"

Zhou Lang laughed until tears streamed down his face.

"If I'd known this would happen, I should have shot your dad against the wall back then!"

"die!"

"No--"

Zhou Erhe still wanted to scream.

But Zhou Lang's five fingers suddenly tightened.

"boom--"

Zhou Erhe's head exploded on the spot.

The headless corpse fell to the ground, twitched twice, and then fell silent.

Only the sound of the wind remained in the ancestral hall.

Zhou Lang stood still, his chest heaving violently.

That last glimmer of life is fading away at a visible rate.

His hair had turned even whiter, and his skin even more withered, like a candle about to burn out.

he knows.

I should have died a hundred years ago.

This time, I woke up only because I was forcibly pulled back to the human world by the smell of blood and my lingering obsession.

Zhou Lang turned around.

He addressed Lu Ming, the members of Class Nine, and all the Zhenguo Army soldiers outside the courtyard.

Kneel down completely!

"Zhou is ashamed."

His forehead slammed heavily against the blood-stained stone bricks.

"In my life, I believe I have lived up to the expectations of the Western Wilderness and the Dragon Kingdom."

"But I failed to protect my descendants."

"They use my military achievements to harm people, and they use my name to devour people."

"This is a crime that I, Zhou, cannot bear."

"We can't afford to pay for it."

He looked up, tears streaming down his old face.

"All of the Zhou family's assets were donated to victims' compensation."

"All the conveniences, connections, and honors that the Zhou family obtained in my name will be thoroughly investigated."

"Those that should be evacuated, should be evacuated."

"Kill those who deserve to die."

"What is owed will be repaid in full."

Zhou Lang looked at Lu Ming, his voice growing softer and softer.

"Commander of the North."

"Mr. Zhou has one last request."

Lu Ming tightened his grip on the knife slightly.

"Please speak."

Zhou Lang gave a bitter smile.

"I will not be buried in the martyrs' cemetery."

"I'm too ashamed to lie down with my brothers in this old body."

"Burn it."

"Scatter the ashes into the Yangtze River."

"He failed to protect his descendants while he was alive."

"After death, guard the waterways of Jinling."

At this point, he looked at the young boys and girls outside the door.

Those young faces reminded him of the brothers in the third row a hundred years ago who hadn't yet had a chance to start families.

Zhou Lang raised his hand with difficulty and gave a final military salute.

"Children."

"Don't follow the Zhou family's example."

"Don't let the Zhou family break your heart."

"There's rotten flesh in the veins of this dragon kingdom."

"But the backbone of the Dragon Kingdom is not broken yet."

"later……"

"Please help me."

The last word fell.

Zhou Lang's kneeling body completely lost its support.

He slowly lowered his head.

There was no more sound.

Inside and outside the ancestral hall, there was a deathly silence.

Much later.

Zhuge Wang, perched atop the wall, shook his head and sighed softly, "Old Master Zhou was awakened by the smell of blood."

"I thought I was covering my teammates' retreat."

"What I saw when I opened my eyes was this group of unfilial descendants."

He looked at the old man kneeling dead in the ancestral hall, his voice lowering slightly.

"A lifetime of military achievements, almost ruined by later generations."

Han Li stood in the shadows, silent for a long time.

Finally, he whispered:

"fine."

He eventually woke up.

Lu Ming remained silent.

He raised his hand and gave Zhou Lang a military salute.

All the Zhenguo Army soldiers in the courtyard straightened their backs at the same time.

"Whoosh—"

A crisp military salute fell before the Zhou Family Ancestral Hall.

"Someone come here."

Lu Ming's voice was low and deep.

Two soldiers from the Zhenguo Army immediately stepped forward.

"Mars!"

Lu Ming looked at Zhou Lang's body and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"In accordance with Grandpa Zhou's last wishes."

"Civilize his remains."

"His ashes were scattered into the Yangtze River."

"To protect Nanjing forever."

The two Zhenguo soldiers, their eyes reddening, replied in unison, "Yes!"

The bloody purge in Jinling that night finally came to an end.

However, throughout the capital, the Black Dragon Flag still fluttered in the night wind.

Someone was startled awake.

Someone fled.

Some people knelt on the ground and called to beg for mercy.

Some people were pinned to the ground by the Zhenguo Army soldiers who broke into their homes before they could even answer the phone.

Before the external rebellion.

Cut the meat first.

After that night, many of the blood vessels in the Dragon Kingdom will be reopened.

Jinling Wuzhong.

The 23rd floor, the top floor.

A night breeze blew across the balcony.

The city lights in the distance had not yet completely quieted down.

Ye Chuhao leaned back on the balcony sofa and silently withdrew his gaze from the direction of the Zhou family.

He took a sip of the hot tea on the table.

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

opposite.

at the same time.

Xingyao held the teacup with both hands and took small sips.

next second.

Her whole face scrunched up.

"Class monitor..."

"This tea is very bitter."

"No, it doesn't taste good."

Ye Chuhao chuckled softly.

"Yes, it is indeed bitter."

He looked at the tea in his cup, his voice languid.

"Suffering from beginning to end."

Xingyao blinked.

She didn't quite understand what was being said.

But she could sense that the class monitor seemed a little unhappy just now.

Then, she put down her cup, her little face serious.

"Then, I'll talk to the homeroom teacher about it tomorrow."

"How about... let him get the class monitor a better drink?"

Ye Chuhao looked at her, a smile spreading across his eyes.

"Aren't you afraid Lao Lu will scold you?"

Xingyao thought for a moment.

He nodded very honestly.

"Afraid."

After she finished speaking, she added in a low voice.

"But, I'm more worried that the class monitor might drink bad tea."

Ye Chuhao was stunned for a moment.

Then he laughed out loud.

"ha……"

He put down his teacup and waved to Xingyao.

"Little stutterer."

"come over."

Xingyao's eyes lit up immediately.

She stood up from the opposite sofa, holding the baby's breath.

She took small, quick steps and ran towards Ye Chuhao.

But they had only run halfway.

"drop--"

The electronic lock on the door suddenly lit up.

Xingyao froze on the spot.

She hugged the bouquet tightly, her eyes widening in surprise.

The voice was soft and tense.

"Class monitor..."

"Is there a thief?"