Dragon Clan: I can randomly draw a word spirit

"Didn't you go to France?" she murmured.

Uesugi Yue then realized that he was not here to show off his kingly demeanor, but that he had something important to tell him. So he quickly picked up Minamoto and carried her horizontally, "I'm sorry, I'm late."

"I almost did something wrong again. It's my fault. I'm sorry, kid..."

At the same time, he yelled at Sakurai Kogure: "Where's the doctor? Find a doctor!"

The tall girl was so small in her arms. She was covered in blood and wounds, and her face was as white as a handful of first snow, as if it would melt completely at any time.

When she lost consciousness, Yuan Zhinu only heard the man saying sorry over and over again. His voice was hoarse and full of guilt, but she was too tired to say another word.

In the heavy rain, the girl slowly closed her eyes.

Uesugi Yue's old heart, which had been silent for decades, suddenly began to beat violently. Something tightly gripped his heart, and breathing became difficult at that moment.

"child!"

With a sudden force of his feet, Uesugi Yue ran wildly in the rain holding the pale girl in his arms. His expression was so panicked, as if he was about to lose his most precious treasure.

"Young girl..."

Watching the old man's figure gradually disappear, Gen Chisei tried hard to catch up, but was stopped by Sakurai Kogure.

The charming girl had a frosty face and said only one word to him: "Get lost."

Yuan Zhisheng felt as if he was hit by a huge hammer, and he stood there in a daze for a moment.

He stared blankly at the evil ghosts of the fierce ghost group who all hurriedly followed Sakurai Kogure and left. Everyone looked worried, and this battle that should have been tense ended quietly.

The family executives who escaped the disaster also looked very confused at this moment. In the wind and rain, someone walked to Yuan Zhisheng's side.

Yuan Zhisheng turned around and saw Angé with an expressionless face.

The handsome man put away his folding knife. He seemed to have turned into the elegant educator again. With a gentlemanly demeanor, he silently watched the backs of those people leaving.

"Principal, am I wrong?"

Staring blankly at the darkness in front of him and letting the rain hit his face and body, Yuan Zhisheng doubted himself for the first time in his life.

"After so many years, you still haven't figured it out, Zhisheng."

The old man looked at his confused student, and said with a hint of regret: "Do you remember the question you asked me at the beginning? You asked me how much a person can pay for justice."

"What you think of as justice is justice that transcends individuals, absolute justice. Benedict said that 'righteousness' is the highest principle of the Japanese. For the sake of justice, one can betray, kill, and deceive."

"As long as this person is following the great principles, then no one in the world can deny him. But unfortunately, as your teacher, I do not recognize your great principles."

"There is no justice in this world that is above the individual. For some people, revenge is justice, for others, protection is justice. If your sister's happiness is the most important thing in your heart, then she is your justice."

"You feel like you have paid a price for justice, and you feel pain because the justice you follow is not what you really want in your heart. You follow the 'great justice' taught to you by others, not your own heart."

"How long can a person live, and how much can he or she possess? Each of us lives for ourselves. The so-called absolute justice is just a term people use to cover up hatred and desire. If you really believe in this kind of thing, then you are really naive."

Lightning flashed through the clouds, illuminating the two people's faces with a pale light. A few seconds later, thunder rolled in, like the sound of war drums at the end of the world.

Looking at the absent-minded boy in front of him, Ang Qing couldn't help but think of the pale girl.

They look so similar, but their personalities are so different.

When her brother was still naive, her sister had already shouldered everything alone.

She is so cold and fierce, but she is stubborn in her bones. She will do what she has decided to do. Even if she is covered in bruises, she will never bow her head for help. Even if she hits a wall, she will keep going.

Faced with this stubborn child, looking at that stubborn face, you feel angry and helpless, but you can't control the pain in your heart.

In the dark night, Angé sighed deeply. He reached out and patted Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder, then handed him a stack of information.

"Look, these are the secrets that I have found out over the years. You may have really been deceived."

Yuan Zhisheng opened the information with trembling hands, and his face gradually turned pale.

The rain gradually stopped, the flames gradually faded away, and a faint pale light appeared in the sky.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the bright sky and suddenly remembered a morning many years ago.

He was very young at that time, and he heard that there would be a shooting star on the top of the mountain. The children in the village always believed in some superstitious sayings. It was said that if you make a wish to a shooting star, your wish will come true.

Yuan Zhisheng wanted to take Yuan Zhinu to watch the meteors, but the girl didn't want to because she thought they were all fake.

Yuan Zhinu was different from other children since she was young. She was quiet and always stayed alone, as if she had a lot of worries in her heart.

But under Yuan Zhisheng's expectant gaze, she finally did not say no.

They prepared for a long time and went to climb the high mountain before dawn, but they waited and waited, from dusk to dawn, until fine rain began to fall from the sky, but they still didn't see any shooting stars.

Finally, they huddled in a shabby house on the top of the mountain, listening to the sound of rain outside and eating rice balls from their lunch boxes together.

At that time, Yuan Zhisheng asked Yuan Zhinu a question. He asked Yuan Zhinu what she wanted to do in the future.

The girl thought for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer, so Yuan Zhisheng said that he wanted to be a policeman in the future. He firmly believed that he could leave this small town. Being a policeman would allow him to punish evil and promote good, uphold justice, and maybe even find his parents whom he had never met.

But the girl who heard him just looked at him silently. After a while, she suddenly asked: "What is good? What is evil? What is justice?"

Yuan Zhisheng answered without hesitation: "Good is good, evil is evil, I will uphold justice, I am a friend of justice."

What did the girl say at that time?

Oh, the girl said at that time: "But there is never absolute justice in this world."

"If the so-called justice is to sacrifice others to achieve one's own perfection, then it is not justice, it is selfish, stupid and hopeless."

Yuan Zhisheng didn't take this sentence to heart at that time, but now this sentence seemed to have traveled through time and space, exploding in his ears many years later, like a thunderclap.

The thin document seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Yuan Zhisheng's shaking hands could no longer hold the heavy truth. As the pages flew around, the boy knelt on the ground in pain, sobbing:

"Girl...I'm sorry, it's my fault..."

Chapter 59 Sister is the best

Yuan Zhinv had a very long dream.

In my dream, I was in the small town of Kadori where it always seemed to rain.

She knew clearly that she was dreaming, and she watched coldly as her younger self in the dream struggled non-stop, trying all kinds of ways to break free from the predicament, but all failed in the end.

Genjitsu has always hated herself for being useless. Weakness is the biggest original sin in this violent world. The three years in Tokyo have almost transformed her. The breakthrough in her bloodline also made her think that she finally controlled her destiny.

But until the last exhausting battle, that was the closest she had ever been to death, the shadow of powerlessness enveloped her again, and she seemed to have turned back into the weak girl in the small town of Shinto, helpless and at the mercy of others.

She wasn't strong enough after all.

In this world where strength is respected, if you want to control the power of destiny, you can only possess the most powerful power. If the second generation level is not enough, then use the first generation. If the first generation is not enough, then break through the limit.

If the boost from killing Deadpool wasn't enough, what about the pure-blooded dragons? What about the White Dragon King or even the Black Dragon King?

Genjitsu's brain was clearer than ever before. This world has always been dangerous. Japan's crisis is only a small part of it. If it is according to the original work, all the Dragon Kings will wake up, and the last one to wake up must be the Black Supreme.

And on that day, the world will restart.

Genjitsu never wanted to experience this feeling of powerlessness again, and even less did she want to face that doomsday scenario and just resign herself to her fate.

At this moment, Yuan Zhinu's determination to become stronger was unprecedented. One day, she would kill all threats with her sword, no matter whether they were people, ghosts, or some crawling creatures, she would chop them all down.

However, at this moment, Yuan Zhinu suddenly felt as if something was approaching quietly. The footsteps were very light, but they were coming straight towards her.

Yuan Zhinu suddenly opened her eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling in front of her. She felt dizzy for a moment. When she came to her senses, she saw a little face full of worry, looking at her eagerly.

Eri huddled on the edge of the bed with only half of her head exposed. Her dark red eyes were filled with guilt. When she saw Genjiro wake up, her eyes visibly brightened for a moment, but were soon filled with tension again.

Seeing that it was Eri, Genjiro breathed a sigh of relief and asked helplessly, "Why are you here?"

Eri carefully raised the small notebook and observed Genjitsu, as if she was afraid that she would be angry. This girl, who was like a blank sheet of paper, was so easy to understand; everything she was thinking was written on her face.

All I saw was written on her little notebook: I’m sorry, sister.

Yuan Zhinu reached out and touched the girl's soft hair, and her voice unconsciously softened: "Sister doesn't blame Eri, Eri is not sad."

The girl was obviously happy, her dark red eyes were crystal clear, like an ignorant deer in the woods.

Seeing that Genji really had no intention of blaming her, Eri gradually became bolder and began to try to climb onto the bed.

Genji didn't know what this cat-like girl wanted to do, so she didn't stop her, until she watched Eri happily kick off her shoes, slip into the quilt, and finally raised the little notebook with sparkling eyes:

Eri accompanied her sister.

Yuan Zhinv was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, a light cough was heard outside the door.

"Eri, stop making trouble for me. I need to rest."

Eri pulled the quilt over her head and pretended not to hear.

"Oh, this kid."

The old man walked in with a sigh, and his eyes softened when he saw Yuan Zhinv: "You have slept for three days, do you feel okay?"

Gen Chikyou frowned and looked at the old man. At this moment, he was not wearing a windbreaker or a ramen uniform, but ordinary casual clothes. He looked like an ordinary old man.

But his identity is not ordinary at all. He is Uesugi Yue, the strongest emperor in the history of the Eight Snake Families, the real supreme master of the underworld, and her biological father.

Yuan Zhinu still remembered this divine general at the last critical moment, but she didn't have time to think about it at that time. Now she can finally ask the doubts in her heart.

"You don't want to care about anything, so why did you come back? Since you decided to leave, why do you want to turn back?"

Uesugi Yue scratched his head. His expression looked very guilty and he didn't even dare to look into Minamoto Chino's eyes.

Just a few days ago, he was indeed preparing to leave Japan and even bought a ticket to France.

His heart had been dull for decades, just like the wooden fish in a temple that had not been struck for a long time and was gradually covered with dust.

The life and death of Japan has nothing to do with him, and he is indifferent to the survival of the underworld. He is a person who should not have been born. He has lived a wrong life and has delayed the most important people in his life.

Now he is still alive and reluctant to die, but this world has nothing to do with him after all.

He is a man who has abandoned the world and is abandoned by the world, so he wants to escape.

But just as he was about to board the escape plane, Sakurai Kogure stopped him.

The charming woman seemed to know that she couldn't convince him, so she didn't say much, but just showed him some photos.

Those were all photos of a girl. She was covered in bruises in every photo. Her face was becoming more and more mature and colder, but her back was always lonely and stubborn, just like when she left alone on that rainy night.

Sakurai Kogure said to him: "I don't expect you to help us, but I think you should at least fulfill your father's responsibilities."

Looking at the lonely girl in the photo, Uesugi Yue's long-forgotten, wooden fish-like heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. The dust fell down and his heart began to beat.