Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Lu Mingfei was still blowing hot air into his palms. He handed the water heater, which was refilled with hot water, to Chu Zihang. Chu Zihang silently took it and held it in both hands.

"That embryo, that unborn god, I have seen her." Lu Mingfei said lightly.

Chu Zihang's pupils covered by beautiful contact lenses shrank slightly, and the lava-like light in his golden pupils suddenly exploded, and then suddenly converged.

"Is it in that spiritual world?" he asked.

"Although she pulled me into that area, she had no intention of hurting me or controlling me. There she was a gentle and arrogant girl with black tattoos on her arms spreading upwards like vines. But she was slender, soft, tall and beautiful, reminding people of all the good things." Lu Mingfei said.

"I have reason to suspect that you have been bewitched by a pure-blooded second-generation species. Such examples are not uncommon in the world. Most of the records of hallucinations in human history describe a woman as beautiful as a fairy appearing in front of a man who is away from home, whether it is China's Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio or Denmark's Grimm's Fairy Tales. However, behind these beautiful women there is often a bloody and cruel truth." Chu Zihang frowned and said,

“Have you seen Painted Skin?”

"I've seen it. It was starred by so-and-so and so-and-so. It was quite interesting, but not that scary." Lu Mingfei shrugged.

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment. "Although I don't know who the so-and-so and so-and-so you are talking about are, but I am talking about the story in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio."

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows.

He had actually read the vernacular version, which was about a scholar who met a beauty of unknown origin. For various reasons, Lu Mingfei still thought that the man was just attracted by her beauty and took her home. One day, a Taoist priest with shifty eyes told him that this woman was not a good person, she was a ghost, so he had to be careful. The scholar said, "Get lost, you are the ghost," but he was still a little scared, so he went back and peeped at the beautiful woman's window at night.

This was shocking, there actually was an ugly and ferocious ghost in the room who was painting a human skin, and the portrait on the skin was exactly that beautiful girl. When Lu Mingfei saw this, he thought that the scholar would be so scared that he would have a cerebral hemorrhage.

Anyway, in the end, the scholar was saved by his wife, and the female ghost died.

Everyone is happy, the whole family is happy, and except for the man-eating female ghost, everyone lives happily together.

"Brother, are you trying to say that the Grimm brothers and the author of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio are actually dragon slayers?" Lu Mingfei interrupted Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment. "That's not unreasonable. There has always been a lot of academic discussion about Grimm's Fairy Tales and Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. Some professors believe that they are not simply products of human imagination, but what those half-bloods who slayed dragons with swords saw and heard in ancient times."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand.

He knew that he had no way of discussing this issue with Senior Brother Shabei. Otherwise, the topic would continue forever, and they would probably not get to the point until they reached the door of Nuonuo's dormitory.

"In the spiritual world of that next-generation species, I not only saw her, but also glimpsed the existence of a suspected king." Lu Mingfei said faintly.

Chu Zihang paused, and his expression suddenly became horrified and hideous.

He knew very well what this meant. Dragon embryos had to be absolutely pure. They would not allow any foreign spirits to invade them.

There is only one exception.

In that case, there are multiple souls existing simultaneously in one embryo.

Lu Mingfei said that he might have seen a being that looked like a king in the spiritual world of the next generation. Does this mean that there are two lives sleeping in that cocoon?

They are a monarch and a god respectively.

Chu Zihang forced himself to calm down and said, "You should tell the principal about this."

"The situation is somewhat special," Lu Mingfei said, "I suspect that the second-generation species deliberately handed itself over to us. This is not a transaction or a conspiracy, but more like a gamble."

"What do you mean?" Chu Zihang was a little confused.

"She told me something. The general meaning of those words was that humans and dragons were the same abandoned tribe. There was a covenant between the abandoned tribes, but we betrayed that covenant. The first king who appeared in the spiritual world later also confirmed this statement. And she handed her embryo to us, as if she was gambling. She was betting on whether we would recognize the ancient covenant again, or kill her and usurp the golden holy juice in her body."

"No, this is impossible. Humans and dragons are two sworn enemies. The war between us is not for profit or honor, but a pure battle for survival. Only the surviving race is qualified to stand under this blue sky. In the known history, there has been almost no alliance between humans and dragons. We have always been in a state of hostility because there is no third race in the world that can make us reach a consensus and stand on the same front." Chu Zihang denied Lu Mingfei's words.

“But what if our common enemy is not a certain race, but an individual?” Lu Mingfei was standing slightly in front of Chu Zihang. He did not look back, but the chill from his words went straight to the top of Chu Zihang’s head. He realized that if there really was such an individual, then that thing could definitely be able to subvert the entire world.

Since the birth of the earth, only one life has been able to do this, and he is the black emperor, the black king Nidhogg.

“But this cannot explain why she didn’t renegotiate the ancient covenant through other means, but chose such a risky method to present her embryo to us, the determined dragon slayers.” Chu Zihang found the blind spot in Lu Mingfei’s painting.

Lu Mingfei finally turned around. His eyelids were no longer drooping, his eyebrows were no longer drooping, and his eyes, as dark as the abyss, reflected the snow and wind in the sky. "Do you know her name, brother? The name of that second-generation species, the name of that god?"

Chu Zihang shook his head slowly.

But Lu Mingfei did not say the great name directly. The names of every first-generation and second-generation dragons were great. In an era when many kings ruled together, these names shone brightly on the monuments, and every inch of land illuminated by the glory belonged to the dragon kings.

"It's not that humans have never made an alliance with the dragon clan in history. That was about 2,200 years ago. As the principal said, Xiang Yu, one of the twin sons of the King of Sky and Wind, joined forces with Liu Bang, the most powerful half-blood leader at the time, to overthrow the rule of the Qin Dynasty." Lu Mingfei said softly.

Chu Zihang shuddered violently just like Lu Mingfei had just on the train.

This may indeed be a piece of history that actually existed.

But both the secret party and China's native mixed-race families are very secretive about it.

Everyone's record of this incident is just a few words, or even just a passing mention.

Most researchers believe that this is actually a legend fabricated by Chinese mixed-race people. Although Xiang Yu was powerful, he was definitely not a true king.

There are many secrets hidden in the shadow of history, and it is difficult for us to seek the truth of these secrets. But assuming that Xiang Yu is really the king of sky and wind, then a being like him had to choose to join forces with the strongest hybrid at that time to overthrow the Qin Dynasty. What exactly is that glorious empire that destroyed the rule of the six kingdoms and established?

"There is no record in history, but such a thing should have been written about in great detail or even compiled into a myth to be passed down. Do you think it is possible that this victory was not glorious? What exactly happened in the Battle of Gaixia? What was the reason for the feud between Liu Bang and Xiang Yu? Why did so many kings choose to come to that land in the past?" Lu Mingfei's voice mixed in the wind and the snow, drifting farther and farther away, and soon it was silent. The biting airflow seemed to have laid a dragnet on this winding upward road.

It’s January, and the winter vacation is just a few days away.

However, Lu Mingfei is not planning to return home. He wants to stay in the academy and do something when there are the least people here.

Chu Zihang slowly exerted force on the hand warmer with both hands. The metal bracket creaked and veins bulged on the back of his hands. He obviously realized that what Lu Mingfei said was not impossible.

There are indeed many dark cliffs hidden in history, and the abysses below those cliffs contain so much evil in human nature.

"We have made some possible guesses and acknowledged that humans had an alliance with a certain branch of the dragon race and then betrayed it." Chu Zihang said, and he and Lu Mingfei walked side by side towards the mountaintop academy step by step.

"But why did that second-generation species hand itself over to us? This is still an unsolved mystery. If she wants to re-establish an alliance with humans, she should show strength and sincerity, and never hand over a powerless embryo to us like she is doing now."

"Her name, Senior Brother." Lu Mingfei said softly.

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment, "What?"

"Remember, I just asked you, do you know her name?" Lu Mingfei didn't look at Chu Zihang's expression, but raised his eyes to look at the winding mountain road. He said slowly, "She said that someone used to call her...

Yu Ji.

It was as if a bolt from the blue fell into Chu Zihang's mind, crushing his brains. For a moment, countless thoughts pierced his soul and mind, until finally converging into such a heavy river.

"Yes, is it that Yu Ji?" He lowered his voice because his voice was trembling slightly.

To pull the mountain out of the world, the time will never pass away.

What can I do if my Zhui will not run away? What can I do if you, Yu, will not run away?

Yu Ji was the most beloved woman of the king who ruled the east and the west together with Emperor Gaozu many years ago with the river as the boundary.

Lu Mingfei nodded slowly.

"I think there may not be just her behind her. This is a compromise made by those dragons. They may have had a dispute in the debate about the covenant with humans, and finally several voices compromised. In short, we don't know what happened, but I think if Yu really came with good intentions, we can't kill her. We have to let her hatch and hear what she wants to tell us from her own mouth." he said.

Lu Mingfei actually had some things to say.

He thought so because Xia Mi once said that Yu was a "thief of divine power", which probably meant that she was not originally a second-generation species or even a dragon.

She might have been alone.

If this is true, she will be the first person in history to complete the path to becoming a god.

In this case, Yu Ji may still have a certain sense of belonging to humans. She also said that this was "the last time he trusted humans." It may also mean that the overlord in history has not died, or is about to return.

There are many mysteries surrounding this matter. Last time, Lu Mingfei was sure that nothing like this had happened around him, but this time, many things were happening quietly.

At this time, the bells of Valley College rang. Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang looked over and could vaguely see a tall, sharp-roofed church in the heavy snow, emitting a cold silver light. That was because its surface was paved with marble bricks.

The building, which was completed nearly a hundred years ago, points to the sky like a sword.

Chapter 93 Renata

The snow hit the window, and the rustling sound enveloped the whole world. Students who occasionally went out trotted by with umbrellas. The college gradually became empty, and the night enveloped the sky and the earth.

The sound of water splashing came from the bathroom, and the hot water from the shower head stirred up white mist on the girl's fair skin and the silver tiles under her feet.

The warm mist filled the enclosed space, and the girl's slender, delicate yet graceful figure appeared dimly on the frosted glass, looming, yet inspiring imagination.

This is indeed a dormitory, but it is a single dormitory which is quite rare in Kassel College, and the decoration inside the dormitory is entirely decided by the person living here.

Its owner is Zero.

Chicago's winter lasts for four months. During these four months, it gets dark very early every day. When it gets dark, Ling will cover herself in hot water. Her skin is cool and pure white, and her eyes are cool and bright gold.

A large bath towel was wrapped around Ling's body, her wet platinum hair was draped down, with a few curled strands stuck to her face, and her eyelashes were neat and thick, like precious platinum satin.

The window was opened a little, and the cold wind brought silver-white snow into her room. A few snowflakes fell on Ling's shoulders and quickly melted.

A mottled, worn and pudding-covered stuffed bear sat in the corner of the big bed, with the velvet quilt pulled over to cover its lower body.

That's not a little bear anymore, it's very, very old. Its name is Zoro, and it's Zero's best friend. It has been like this for many years. She is all alone, and only Zoro has always been by her side.

Ling walked to the window, reached out her hand and pulled open the curtains, and her originally expressionless face suddenly seemed to be stunned.

The cold wind penetrated the thin gap, blew up her wet hair, and brought a bit of biting chill to her fair skin, seeping into the girl's bones.

Outside the window was a world covered in snow. The sky had completely darkened. Every building in Kassel College was lit with bright lights. On this cold snowy night, everyone was preparing to spend their last time in school.

The winter break at Kassel College lasts for one and a half months, and few students are willing to stay on campus for such a long time.

Boys and boys gathered together to drink and have fun.

Girls gathered in the same dormitory, prepared exquisite desserts in front of the warm fireplace, boiled two pots of hot tea, and talked about their dreams of life during the holidays.

But the heavy snow kept falling, as if it would never stop.

The entire campus was covered in white, and the warm light from the dormitory or cafeteria windows stubbornly emerged from the thick snow.

Then Ling sat back on her bed. She curled herself up into a small ball like a white baby, and the old bear leaned on her tight and slender thighs.

The heater in the room was turned on very high, and white smoke soon rose from Ling's hair. Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked out at the outside world and wrapped her arms around her knees.

Ling didn't know what was wrong with him. Some inexplicable emotions suddenly surged up from the depths of his soul.

She thought of the blizzard hidden deep in her memory that seemed like it would never stop. In the distant and cold Siberia, there was a boy who gave her the name Zero.

The boy carried her on his back and walked south along the railway tracks. He said that there was warm China, with flowers blooming in all four seasons.

He had promised her that he would never betray her until the end of his life.

But it has been many years. Zero hasn't seen him for many years.

Her face was still as cold as ice, but her body was trembling slightly. She had been so lonely for many, many years, but Ling always felt that there was someone who should be very close to her but was so far away from her.

Of course, Zero has to be someone who is useful to him.

But she really missed him.

The girl suddenly hugged Zoro tightly, and buried her head in her knees, as if she wanted to sob quietly, but she didn't know how to cry. For many years, Zero had forgotten what it felt like to cry.