Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Nuo Nuo's voice was ringing in Xia Mi's Bluetooth headset, but she could no longer hear what she was saying because Jörmungandr had fallen asleep and now she was just Xia Mi.

How could Xia Mi fight against God? In front of God, she was like a bird pierced by an arrow, with no way to escape.

But she still remembered that a boy once swore to her that he would stand by her even if she turned against the whole world. But it was so cruel that she was about to die and the boy did not show up. Xia Mi felt so wronged that she wanted to cry, but she bit her lower lip stubbornly, biting it so hard that it seemed to bleed.

The world is always so cruel, and people are always overwhelmed and unable to breathe. Everyone is not going into battle lightly, but is trekking with a mountain of weight on their backs.

In fact, it might be better if he didn't show up. Xia Mi was not someone who could start over again like Nuo Nuo, but she had experienced the mountains, seas, years and tides of fate, and she could see what that child was carrying. It was the mountain called destiny. He might have tried to roar, but no one cared at all.

The only one who cares about him is her, and perhaps Nuonuo.

But so what? He doesn't care about them. He only cares about the girl named Uesugi Eri.

Xia Mi's eyes became red when she thought of this. She realized that she had always been lonely. Her loneliness, like that of all other dragon kings, had seeped into her bones. But she was so afraid of loneliness that she just hoped that there was someone who could accompany her, wait for her after a thousand years of death, hug her, and say to her, "It's great to see you again, I miss you so much."

Norton said she didn't look like their sister, and Xia Mi actually felt the same way.

She is like the blind girl played by Yang Qianchan in "Subway", who listens to music with headphones wherever she goes. Even in the rumbling subway, she imagines herself standing in a flower field, with the sea of ​​flowers composed of gray, black and white blocks swaying in the wind.

It is also like Tony Leung in Ashes of Time, the blind swordsman who can only see the person in front of him clearly when the sun is at its strongest. He always sits on the sand dunes and looks into the distance, letting the clouds fly overhead. He said to Ouyang Feng, "I have to go home. I will go home after I finish this business. The peach blossoms in my hometown are blooming. I want to go back before the flowers wither."

Whether it is Yang Qianchan in "Subway" or Tony Leung in "Ashes of Time", they are both lonely people. One of them has never seen the flower field, while the other can only look at his hometown by standing on tiptoe.

But the flower fields are in my dreams, and my hometown is also in my dreams.

The flowers that Yang Qianchan saw were not the colors of the flowers. How could someone who had never seen colors imagine what colors looked like? The peach blossoms that Tony Leung Chiu Wai missed were not peach blossoms, but his wife who was waiting for him to return home. She was a woman named Taohua who fell in love with his best friend on their wedding night.

Life is full of disappointments. Norton once said to Xia Mi, "We must survive, we must raise the battle flag in the wilderness and return to our hometown." But today she only feels that it is such a lonely wilderness and she will never be able to escape from it in her entire life. It is precisely because she cannot get rid of this loneliness that penetrates deep into her bones that she pretends that she is loved.

The name of the man who loved her was Lu Mingfei.

"pretend".

The signal from the cell phone flickered intermittently, like a candle that could be blown out by the wind at any moment. Xia Mi looked up, with thin traces of tears streaming down the corners of her eyes. The surging light and fire seemed to be reflected, with ripples that gradually dimmed like the sky at sunset.

She couldn't hear what Nuonuo was saying, but she was still stubborn and said, "I don't care, Senior Sister. I don't care whether he comes or not, because people like us who are abandoned have always been lonely. We live alone and die alone."

When I said this, something sour came up, coming up from my heart, coming up from my soul. The silhouette of time and a still soft place in my heart were touched together.

She recalled those moments that had really existed. The boy who rode for two hours to accompany her on a rainy night and scratched his head in a daze; the boy who showed up at the door with ice cream at dusk in midsummer, his eyes reflecting the afterglow of the sunset, bright and moving; and the day when she ran away from the neighborhood committee and returned home alone, feeling lonely like a tide, the boy with a crooked hat and a silly smile on his face knocked on the door with cakes and gifts.

That young man, that boy, he really said that, he said he would be with me, he promised, he said he would stand by my side even if he had to make the whole world his enemy...

Xia Mi suddenly laughed, and seemed very happy, but Nuo Nuo could clearly see through the sniper scope that she was crying.

What a tough talk! Nuonuo felt sad for no reason. She felt that the wind coming from the end of the tunnel was indeed too cold.

It chilled her heart.

2010, May 5, 5:23, at the place where the tragedy happened, fate intersected again and Lu Mingfei made his choice.

"Some people say that people die three times. The first time is when the heart stops beating, and biologically he dies. The second time is when he is buried, and friends and relatives come to his funeral and remember his life. Then he dies in society and there is no longer a place for him in the world. The third time is when the last person who remembers him forgets him, and then he is truly dead."

"I just hope you won't forget me. Xia Mi is not a phantom created by Jörmungandr. I am me, a living person who once existed."

Xia Mi was such a stubborn girl. Even though all the majesty of Jörmungandr had disappeared in her weakness, she just looked into the distance through the realm of the Emperor of Words. Ripples appeared on the golden boundary of the realm in front of her, and her eyes became blurred. She just felt wronged, lonely, and sad.

"Even if no one loves me, I have lived..."

Xia Mi fell to the ground, her skin was so pale as if she was dying, because her blood seemed to have run out.

The gods were about to raise their spears, and death was inevitable.

Xia Mi thought that this was a good thing. Something like me should endure a thousand years of darkness in a thousand years of death, and then drink a thousand years of loneliness in a thousand years of life.

She slowly closed her eyes, but at this moment she heard a sound. For a moment she thought it was an auditory hallucination before death, but the gods also looked in the same direction. Obviously, she was not the only one who heard the sound!

Sleipnir's mouth and nose spewed out fragments of lightning, and the snorts they made were like thunder in the sky. But in this deafening roar of the monster, there emerged an impassioned song! That was the tunnel behind the heroes. Along with the song that even the roar of thunder and all the storms could not suppress, there came a harsh sound of metal friction from that direction!

Something huge is approaching, it is fast and heavy, and the person driving it is very angry, because the sound of heavy war drums is already resounding in this tunnel!

This is not the sound of war drums, but the sound of heartbeats!

The song was so grand, just like a desperate swordsman carrying everyone's hopes onto the battlefield where he was destined to die. The guy who came along with this song must have been prepared to die here.

You and I, riding the sky

Keeping the fire bright

From another time and place

I know your name

I know your face

Your touch and grace

All of time can not be erased

What our hearts remember stays

Xia Mi knew this song, "Star Sky", it was so passionate and surging. With the determination to die, a man came with a sword in his hand to cut through the rain and wind.

But who could that person be?

The cell phone in her arms suddenly began to vibrate, and Xia Mi answered the call.

On the other end of the phone was a song as generous as the sea breeze and the sound of a whistle. The wind was whistling around another person's hands, and Xia Mi heard heavy breathing.

Two seconds later, the man said,

"Junior sister."

Xia Mi stared blankly at the magnificent lights that were getting closer and closer in the depths of the tunnel, the battle song of following the swordsman to death echoing in her ears. So many grievances burst out at this moment. She could finally take off her hard armor and expose her softest side without restraint. Tears fell silently and mixed with the blood on her face, making her look like a dirty doll.

She pursed her lips, held the phone with both hands, and burst into tears like a heartbroken child, "Lu Mingfei, you big liar, you bully me, you said you would always stand by my side..."

"Xia Mi." Lu Mingfei's voice was so hard. He was rapidly transforming into an angry dragon, but he still used his vocal cords, which were now as sharp as steel, to speak slowly in his most gentle voice.

"Let's be together,"

"Together we will……"

"On the run!"

The subway roared like an iron dragon and rolled over the chaotic tracks without slowing down at all. The heroic spirits roared forward, but they were all crushed, all crushed!

The man stood on top of the mad dragon-like thing, his windbreaker rustling, and his golden eyes seemed to be lit with a light that would never go out.

He had already seen Xia Mi, and he threw away the phone that was still flashing, and forced a smile on his face.

The bright headlights illuminated Xia Mi's eyes and Nono's eyes. The Odins all turned their horses around. The steel monster began to fall apart the moment it touched the King's Domain, just like an A4 paper hitting a shredder head-on. But Lu Mingfei jumped high like a lion pouncing! The King's Domain's air wall burned him like a flame, and the sharp wind blades cut his body.

But in such a desperate situation, a man must not be afraid of death. Only by not being afraid of death can you stay alive and be with your girl!

Come, destiny!

Come, God!

See if I can cut you apart!

Lu Mingfei roared, and iron-blue scales instantly emerged from his skin, and his muscles rippled in response to the call of the God Slayer.

He bled and healed, healed and bled again, with scarlet liquid trailing behind him, like a battle flag shining with the fierce light behind Odin!

He roared and leaped into the air, the sword in his hand finally unsheathed, not for that ridiculous god.

It’s for the destiny that must be cut off!

The next second, Lu Mingfei passed by the gods. The sound of metallic roaring shook the entire Nibelungen. His pupils were full of angry wildfire, but he looked at Xia Mi so firmly and gently. At this moment, the man in the girl's eyes was as dazzling as the stars.

Chapter 145 True Odin

Although he was not quite sure what was happening, and why those so-called immortal monsters under the ice released by the academy were following Odin.

But it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, anyone who stands in our way, anyone who hurts those who love us... kill them all!

Let's kill them all!

The wind howled like a horn, and the biting coldness swept back and forth across the entire tunnel. Lu Mingfei's hair was lifted up, revealing his golden eyes that looked like flowing lava. Iron-blue scales grew all over his body, and his knotted muscles undulated like waves under the scales.

The sound of the man's bones crackling was deafening, and the sword in his hand hummed and trembled, roaring like a mad dragon. The expensive suit and the expensive windbreaker were ignited by the flames of the king's domain. The flames were like unwilling souls entwining the thing that was now as hideous as a demon.

He seemed to be standing on a throne of flames, motionless, blocking the entrance to the gate of hell. Behind him was the human world. He was burning in the flames of karma and gritting his teeth in pain, but he would not let the things in the door escape!

Lu Mingfei slowly took off his tattered windbreaker, and the tenderness of that boy in his eyes dissipated like the tide. He grabbed the windbreaker, as if holding a blazing flame, and raised his right hand horizontally. The whistling wind dragged the swaying light and fire two or three meters away.

A few dozen meters behind him, gods stood shoulder to shoulder. They slowly rode their horses and turned around. Each of the heroes had a wound on his chest. The dark golden armor was torn open by the sharp weapons, leaving shocking cracks that almost hurt the flesh inside.

The eight-legged horses let out a deep roar towards the sky, and these monster-like beasts snorted, and the eye sockets and mouth holes on their iron masks spewed out fragments of lightning. They anxiously used their front hooves to dig into the coal slag on the ground, and the friction actually produced sparks.

Lu Mingfei slowly loosened his grip, and the windbreaker in flames was swept up by the strong wind like a hawk and flew towards Odin and their throne.

The gods raised their weapons high in the air, and the two twisted spears collided fiercely. The heavy metal roar was so loud that it hurt people's eardrums!

The fierce light that was as big as mountains and seas and was rippling around the gods' bodies suddenly began to boil, as if someone had added diesel fuel to the raging fire.

All the light gathered in their hands and spread upward along the twisted spears. The dead silence and darkness completely submerged every other corner. Only the intersection of the iron spears dragged out a battle flag made of fierce light that was dozens of meters long.

The high-pitched chanting sound echoed in the air, and the gods recited a word together. As the word was recited, the drizzle covered the tunnel behind them again. In the dark and deep rain curtain, black shadows slowly stood up, and they raised their pale, strange faces that looked like a fusion of humans and pythons. The ghost-like fluorescent light ignited in the vertical pupils of the heroes.

And, and more!

Dense drumbeats emanated from dozens of immortals with evil crosses suspended in the air. Amid the chanting of God, the power buried deep in their blood suddenly began to boil, and their hearts had to work at a higher efficiency, thus forming a concentrated drumbeat.

From the direction of the wind to the direction of the rain, the powerful heart beat loudly, like a roaring war drum. The power was infused into the bodies of every immortal and heroic spirit along with the burning of life. Their limbs and bones were extremely hot. The rain evaporated as it fell, and thick fog spread.

Every immortal stopped chanting the emperor's words at this moment. They raised their heads silently, and the sounds of bones cracking merged into a deafening sound!

The dim light in pairs of pupils in the air suddenly burned fiercely, like weak candle flames turning into dozens of lights lighting up in the wilderness!

The Spirit of Words. The King’s Servant!

In ancient times, God used this word to bless humans and beasts who surrendered before the throne of God, making them fearless of death and becoming like dragons!

At this moment, two first-generation beings are chanting this word at the same time, and their servants under the throne of God can almost enter the twilight of the gods!

But Lu Mingfei just walked slowly towards Xia Mi, who was kneeling in the coal slag so weakly. With every step he took, the dragon transformation on his body advanced further. One person's heartbeat overwhelmed the heartbeats of all immortals and heroes, and the whole world was shaking with this rhythm.

The second blood burst begins.

The third blood burst begins.

The fourth bloodbath...

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