Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

In the dream, someone reached out and pressed Chu Zihang’s shoulders as he squatted down. The hands were warm and strong.

"I'm here to kill you, Dad." Chu Zihang closed his eyes and sobbed softly.

The heroic spirits suddenly went from being dead silent to becoming agitated; they were actually afraid!

The child's heartbeat became faster and heavier, and finally turned into the sound of waves at the end of the sea and sky. Even the gods trembled at such waves!

When the pair of golden eyes opened again, Chu Zihang had turned into a human figure standing out in the raging waves. His face, whose facial features and expression could not be seen, was only embedded with two balls of blazing golden-red glow.

The golden-red light flowed to the corners of the eyes and the scales of the face, like a flowing river of fire.

After the fourth blood burst, Chu Zihang also obtained... the prince-level golden-red pupils.

A deafening whistling sound approached from behind. Odin held the sword in one hand and continued to stab Ange like a meteor, while holding Kungunir hanging on the side of the horse's belly with the other hand.

The holy spear of destiny turned around and roared slightly.

A pitch-black divine sword drew a huge arc in the air, the stagnant water wall was dispersed, and in the cold arc of light, Murasame slashed down vertically, pointing directly at Odin's neck!

Ange roared softly, and his folding knife was as fast as lightning, cutting Odin's neck from the opposite direction.

But suddenly, a huge sense of crisis enveloped the two of them from top to bottom, and Chu Zihang and Angé had to put down their knives.

At the last moment, Kungunir blasted Murasame, and the long sword slanted into the ground in the distance, humming and trembling. Chu Zihang half-knelt on the ground, looking up, and his golden-red pupils reflected something wrapped in fierce light in the gray clouds like mountains.

Odin.

Another Odin.

"I am coming."

Shen Xiong's roar and the sound of horse hooves echoed between heaven and earth. Chu Tianjiao put away his sword and gun, and rode his horse slowly to the other end of the elevated road.

The heroic spirits collapsed like rain, and the world suddenly became dead silent.

Only the fierce light that drove away the darkness in the clouds remained.

Chu Zihang's entire body began to tremble.

A hand grasped his wrist.

It was really strange. Angé was clearly just holding him, but he injected endless power into his body. That power dispelled the ferocity and violence brought by the fourth blood violence. Chu Zihang turned his head to look into Angé's eyes, and felt that the world was vast and lonely.

"Remember what I told you?" said Ange.

"Remember, not too far, and not too close."

"It's not that." Ange laughed softly, "It's that when you run away, you never look back."

Chu Zihang was stunned, and a childlike expression appeared on his hard face.

"I'm sorry I lied to you. Actually, you and I are baits. We already knew there is more than one Odin. Mingfei has no way to deal with so many Dragon King-level opponents at the same time." Angé patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder. "The White King's revival is Odin's conspiracy. I don't know what he wants, but as long as I can hold them back, Mingfei won't be attacked from both sides."

"It's not like we don't have a chance."

"We have no chance." Ange shook his head. "That thing's power is recovering. The Odin of today is not the Odin of a year ago. This world has reached the edge of the abyss."

"I escaped once before, and I regretted it for many years afterwards, so I don't want to escape this time."

"If you die here too, who will sing my story?" Ange said softly, "Ming Fei said that I am a very showy person. If I die so plainly in Nibelungen, no one will know. Will Flamel say on the Night Watch forum that I died of cerebral thrombosis in the hospital?"

"Can--"

"You only have the chance to take revenge if you are alive. If you were determined to die, I would have died in Cassel Manor a hundred years ago," said Angers.

"But until today, Principal, you still haven't completed your revenge." Chu Zihang said.

"Who said that?" Angé laughed. At this time, another loud and majestic horse hooves sounded in the rain and fog in the distance. Chu Zihang held the knife and looked ahead, until he finally saw a huge black horse snorting out of the rainstorm.

It was so gorgeous, darker than night, covered in silver armor, and a narrow halberd hung on one side of the horse's belly.

"Friedrich is dead. I just realized it now." Angers stood in the rain. He turned around to face Odin in the sky and underground. There was a kind of eager madness in his eyes.

The horse stopped beside Chu Zihang. The gold in its pupils was brighter than lava, but gentle and kind, like an old man who was losing his memory, or an ignorant child.

"Its name is Wuzhui, my friend, and he has helped me a lot." Angé stroked the horse's long mane. Even though it was as big as a giant, he still seemed small in front of the horse.

Odin's majesty was actually dispelled, and Chu Zihang turned to look at the two gods.

They hesitated.

When he looked back again, Ange had disappeared. A knight in armor was sitting upright on his horse. Behind the knight was a red cloak fluttering in the wind, leaping like a flame.

A high-pitched and deep chant came from the depths of the knight's throat. It was Angers' voice, but this time the chant was as majestic as a military order, and the sound waves emitted from his towering body like Odin made the air vibrate.

"Remember, don't look back when you are running for your life." Angé said softly. He lowered his head to look at Chu Zihang, but his facial features were shrouded in the dazzling light.

"Were you the first generation who fought against Odin the last time?"

"You're asking such a question at a time like this..." Angers sighed, "Someone told me that the way you think about problems is like a dragon, so calm, but... it's really me."

"Okay." Chu Zihang nodded. He passed by Wuzhui with his graceful and heavy steps. The black shadows in the puddles in front of him stood up again. There were countless black shadows. On the high slopes farther away, there were heroic spirits running and diving like the tide.

"I will tell them what happened here, Principal." Chu Zihang turned his head for the last time to look at the face shrouded in glow. His heart ached slightly, knowing that starting today he would have one more thing to recall every night.

"Zihang." said Angé.

Chu Zihang stopped.

"You and Susie are a perfect match. If you want to get engaged, just tell EVA. I've already signed the consent form in advance."

"Ange said, before his voice had even fallen, the sound of horse hooves had become as dense and violent as thunder in the sky," he said.

The old man raised his halberd.

The muscles all over his body were bulging and rising and falling like water waves. As he chanted, the strong wind tore apart the clouds in the sky, and for the first time, the sun shone in the Nibelungen area where torrential rain had never stopped.

The dazzling and warm light fell on the bodies of the heroes and they let out loud wails.

Chu Zihang touched the corner of his eye. He was still in a state of violent bleeding, and he didn't know what sadness felt like.

But there were indeed tears in the corners of his eyes.

Chapter 396: Eri's Phoenix Coronet and Bridal Bridal Gown

Eri opened her eyes wide, and everything in the restaurant was reflected in her pupils.

"So cool." She grabbed Xia Mi's hand and wrote on the palm of her hand.

After the bloodline issue was resolved, Eri still liked to communicate through eye contact and words. Perhaps because she hadn't spoken for too long, she was not very willing to speak.

Only in front of Lu Mingfei was this girl like a talkative kitten, meowing non-stop and rubbing her head against your palms and shoulders. If you didn't touch her head, she would bite you angrily with her teeth.

A couple was getting married in the middle of the dance floor in the restaurant. On the temporary platform was a flower gate made of laurel branches. A priest in a white robe stood behind the altar with a smile on his face. His men were reading the Holy Gospel. Two wedding crowns, a glass of red wine and two lighted candles were placed on both sides of the altar.

This should be a small-scale Orthodox wedding ceremony. Although the dance floor was filled with relatives and friends of the bride and groom, other guests were not affected.

The heating system was running at maximum power, and the drowsy warm air was filled with the rich scent of whiskey and fine perfume.

Lithe girls shuttled among the guests. They wore white corseted dresses with gorgeous gold embroidery on the hems, exposing their young and attractive curves to the air. Their hair was as brilliant as gold or platinum, and their skin was as white as ice and snow.

They were distributing tied dandelions to the guests on this floor. I don't know which country this custom is from.

From the gap between the doors came the poetic voice of the assistant pastor at the altar.

Junzai, please bless me.

The priest responded melodiously: "Praise be to our God always, now and ever, to the ages of ages."

The musicians murmured Amen.

The relatives and friends who were standing there made the sign of the cross on their chests and prayed in unison, "Lord, have mercy on me."

The bride and groom, wearing scarlet ribbons and shiny black leather shoes, exchanged rings. The bride wore a pure white wedding dress, and a plain white veil covered the girl's face.

When the ceremony was over, everyone cheered quietly, as if a wedding was something that should be blessed by everyone.

Xia Mi looked at Eri's profile, which seemed to reflect the golden light. She suddenly lost her mind, thinking that it was this little goblin who had been seducing her senior brother for so many years.

"Tsk, what's so amazing about this?" Xia Mi pouted and reached out to comb Eri's dark red hair with her fingers. The hair was smooth and soft, and the faint fragrance of sandalwood permeated her nostrils.

"When Chinese people get married, many people come. The bride has to prepare a long time in advance. In our place, wedding dresses are not called wedding dresses, but phoenix crowns and bridal robes. They are very beautiful."

Looking at the swimming pool sparkling in the sun on the other side of the main deck in a daze, Nono's heart moved, and she remembered that in another world, Caesar bought herself a set of clothes like this in a place called Fenglongtang. She remembered that the material of the wedding dress was top-grade lake silk, with exquisite kesi edges, gold foil with phoenix patterns, inlaid pearl buttons and glazed thin sheets. Unfortunately, she was later sent to a monastery by the group of old guys in the Qunqing Palace of Gattuso's family. Because of lack of exercise, she did grow some fat on her waist, and it was a bit difficult to fit into such clothes...

She was originally holding a cup of coffee and sipping it, when the ripples in the coffee suddenly disappeared, and a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes, which were as unfathomable as a witch's.

Fenglongtang...

A huge storm swept silently from the depths of consciousness, and Nuonuo suddenly became cold, as biting as a harsh winter.

"I'm going to go out for a minute and make a phone call," she said, standing up, lifting her skirt and stepping over the black box standing against the table legs to go to the main deck.

How could she not have thought of it? She had clearly seen the name Fenglongtang in another world before. However, when she investigated Friedrich's alias Lin Fenglong this time, she had no impression of him at all.

How could such a thing happen to her, to a witch with a profile?

Not long after she walked out, Ling and Xia Mi looked at Nuo Nuo's back at the same time.

The wind on the deck was very strong. Nuonuo's dark red hair fluttered in the wind, as did the hem of her long skirt. Her straight and delicate calves seemed to be shining in the sun, and her ankles were so delicate that they seemed to be grasped.

At this time, a waiter in a neat suit and white gloves pushed a dining cart to a small box at the edge of the restaurant and took out silver tableware from the cart. The tableware contained grilled capelin and prawn sashimi, and the wine jug that was brought up also contained iced mellow and fragrant sake.

"In fact, the powerful things in this world are far more vast than you can imagine. You are free now and will have a lot in the future." Zero turned around and looked into Eri's eyes.

After spending a long time together, I can easily tell the difference between Nono and Eri.

In comparison, Nono is thinner, and her eyebrows are narrower. Eri's expression is always ignorant, sometimes like a curvy but inexperienced schoolgirl, and sometimes like a child who is still very curious about the world.

The princess's eyes followed Eri's pointed chin downwards, caressing her elegant, swan-like neck and delicate collarbone. She paused for a second at the bulging, rounded and plump collar of her dress, thinking, yes, and this humanoid weapon is really well developed, with much bigger breasts than her senior sister's...

"Sakura told me about the casinos in Las Vegas and Central Park in New York," said Eri.

In fact, it was more than that. When they were at the Peninsula Hotel in Tokyo, Eri would always crawl into Lu Mingfei's quilt in the second half of the night. When the two couldn't sleep, they would sit on the edge of the bed and connect the TV to the computer to play video games.

Eri talks a lot when playing games, and it may also be that Eri talks a lot when she is with Lu Mingfei. What she likes to ask most is the things that happened to Lu Mingfei in the past, such as when he represented Shilan Middle School to win the championship in the city basketball competition, or when a gangster from outside the school ran into the school and was chased away by Lu Mingfei, and other very ordinary past events.

But it seems that the little monster just longs for that kind of ordinary life, living with a group of powerless people, and his life will never have anything to do with gods, dragons or wars.

In addition, Eri likes listening to Lu Mingfei tell stories outside the city of Tokyo the most.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei's mind is filled with memories of another world, and he has experienced the customs and habits of the seven continents and five oceans and the changing seasons.

He told Eri about the tranquil ice and snow beside the lakes in Hokkaido and the splashing waves of the two oceans when the steep cliffs of the Cape of Good Hope collided. He also told her in October that the leaves of the sycamore trees on the Champs-Elysées were lush and the lighthouse on Vladivostok was still low and nostalgic.

This world is deep and gentle. There are sunsets and sunrises in different places at the same time. When Eri asked about France, Lu Mingfei talked about the majesty and grandeur of the Arc de Triomphe; when asked about Russia, Lu Mingfei talked about the harsh winter in Moscow and the bronze statue of Lenin. So in Eri's eyes, this world is so majestic and so far away, like a person standing at the foot of a mountain looking up at the endless mountain shadows under the night sky, magnificent and distant.