Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Father - this word that was almost blank in his life was mentioned so easily by Ye Fan at this moment, carrying a certain fateful weight.

"My father...is also a half-blood?"

Lu Mingfei uttered the word with difficulty, feeling both strange and familiar.

"Not only is he a mixed-blood," Ye Fan's eyes turned serious. "His bloodline is extremely pure, and he enjoys a very high status in the secret party. He and your mother are currently in the Arctic, in charge of a highly confidential matter. I don't know what it is exactly."

"Wait!" Lu Mingfei suddenly interrupted him, "You mean the Arctic? Aren't my parents doing archaeological research in Africa?"

A trace of pity flashed in Ye Fan's eyes. "That's just an excuse to protect you. In reality, your father has been carrying out missions beneath the ice sheet of the Greenland Sea. That's where... the Black King Nidhogg finally rests."

Lu Mingfei's world seemed to collapse and then reconstruct at that moment. All the lies, all the cover-ups, took on a whole new meaning. His parents didn't abandon him; rather, they were battling a force beyond human comprehension.

"What about my mother?" Lu Mingfei's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"Ms. Giovanni has been with your father." Ye Fan hesitated. "Her situation is more complicated, but what is certain is that she loves you more than her own life."

Lu Mingfei felt his eyes warm. He suddenly remembered how his mother would gently caress his forehead at night and hum strange songs when he was very young. Those melodies, now thinking of them, sounded like some ancient dragon-script hymn.

"Why are you telling me this now?"

"Or why do you know this, Brother Fan?"

Lu Mingfei raised his head, his eyes flashing with complex light.

He is not a fool. Even if he has not joined the mixed-blood forces, after Ye Fan's popularization, he knows what the person in charge of the place where the Black King sleeps represents.

Chapter 44 The desolate ice field, the boy nailed to the cross!

Ye Fan sighed softly: "I know more than you think. Where do they come from? You will understand in the future."

"I'm revealing this to you now only because you've proven yourself worthy of knowing this part of the truth tonight."

Ye Fan paused, then continued, "But remember, Lu Mingfei, the more you know, the more you will bear. This road...is not easy to walk."

The night wind blew through the woods, making a rustling sound, like the whispers of countless ghosts.

Standing in the moonlight, Lu Mingfei suddenly felt an unprecedented loneliness - not the loneliness of being abandoned by the world as a loser, but the loneliness of standing at the crossroads of fate and having to make a choice alone.

Looking at Lu Mingfei who was once again at odds with himself, Ye Fan remained silent.

He couldn't possibly tell Lu Mingfei that your father had married a new woman and had fallen out with your real mother. He also imprisoned your brother and tried to kill you.

If that were true, he doubted whether Lu Mingfei's young mind could maintain basic health.

"I feel like I really need to slow down. So I'm also the descendant of a dragon-slaying family. How cool."

Lu Mingfei was silent for a moment, perhaps out of curiosity or some other special reason. He looked at Ye Fan seriously and asked:

"Are dragons really that abominable and deserving of death? Honestly, I've never interacted with dragons, and I don't harbor any hatred towards them. If they were intelligent creatures with the same joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness as humans, then how different would killing them be from killing someone?"

"If the secret party hears this question, you will be executed immediately."

"For hybrids, the relationship with dragons is a fight to the death. This is a war that will only end when one side is completely dead. Of course, this is the rhetoric we tell the outside world, but for us..."

Ye Fan did not say it directly, but looked up at the starry sky:

"See that brightest star? Sirius. The ancient Egyptians believed it was the eye of Anubis, the god of death, guiding the dead through darkness. But for sailors, that same star is a symbol of hope."

He turned to Lu Mingfei. "What matters is not the star itself, but how you choose to look at it."

Lu Mingfei was silent for a long time. When he spoke again, his voice was firmer. "I want to know more... about my parents, about Cassel, about... Long."

"You'll need to slowly learn about it later. Given your current strength, I will only reveal this much."

Ye Fan nodded and began to pack up his camping gear: "We can go back now. You should get some rest tonight. You still have school tomorrow."

His tone returned to its usual relaxed tone, as if the heavy conversation just now had never happened.

After packing the camping equipment into the bag, Ye Fan put the bag on his back and walked down the mountain with Lu Mingfei.

There was a taxi he had called long ago at the foot of the mountain. He didn't plan to carry so many things all the way by himself.

On the way back, Lu Mingfei remained silent.

When the white villa finally came into view, Lu Mingfei put aside the random thoughts in his mind.

Under the warm light, the fatigue from the past five days of special training came over him like a tide, and he fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the sofa.

In his dream, he saw an endless ice field and a vague figure standing under the ice, reaching out to him.

The man's eyes were a dazzling gold, yet filled with sadness...

As the darkness receded like the tide, Lu Mingfei found himself standing on a desolate ice field.

The sky was leaden gray, with tiny ice crystals floating on the ground, each of which reflected a cold light.

In the center of this vast expanse of white stood a huge black cross, taller than any church spire, piercing straight into the rolling clouds.

There was a boy nailed to the cross.

Lu Mingfei's breathing froze instantly.

The boy in the black suit lowered his head, his black hair messed up by the cold wind.

A golden spear wrapped in thorns pierced his chest, nailing him firmly to the center of the cross. Blood dripping from the tip of the spear condensed into ruby-like ice crystals in mid-air.

"elder brother..."

The boy raised his head, revealing a face that Lu Mingfei was extremely familiar with, but he could not remember whose it belonged to.

His eyes were the color of molten gold, and his erect pupils contracted like a cat's, emitting an ancient and majestic light.

"You've become much stronger, brother." Lu Mingze smiled, and the curve of his lips made Lu Mingfei's heart ache. "I really hope you can stay this strong forever. Even eternal loneliness shouldn't be able to defeat you."

Lu Mingfei wanted to run forward, but found that his feet were frozen in the ice.

The coldness climbed up along the leg bones, like countless tiny silver needles piercing into the bone marrow.

He looked at the boy who was nailed to the cross but still had his back straight, and an indescribable sadness swelled in his chest - not for the boy in front of him, but for some greater and more lasting loss.

Ice crystals fell on Lu Mingze's eyelashes, and when he blinked gently, the ice crystals shattered into gold powder.

"I shouldn't have seen you today," his voice resonated strangely, like countless voices overlapping, "and even if we did meet, it shouldn't have been like this."

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, but found that he could not make a sound.

The wind on the ice field suddenly became violent, blowing up snow dust all over the sky, forming a swirling white curtain around the cross.

Lu Mingze was shaken by the wind, and the chains made a crisp sound of collision, but the golden spear did not move at all.

"But I really miss you today." Lu Mingze's voice pierced through the snow and fell clearly into Lu Mingfei's ears. "This is how you should be, brother."

As he spoke, he suddenly laughed, and as his chest, which was pierced by the nail, shook, more blood gushed out from the wound.

But his expression was like a monarch sitting on the throne, with a firmness and confidence that looked down on everyone.

The chains left deep bloody marks on his wrists, but he seemed to feel no pain and gently swung his legs in the air.

"Well, I had a great time chatting today, really a great time." Lu Mingze lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting butterfly-like shadows on his pale face. "This meeting with you was too hasty. I'm sorry. I really couldn't control my emotions."

"Please believe me, the next time I see you, I will be wearing a suit and tie."

Suddenly the cross began to crumble.

First, the tangled thorns withered and died, and then spider-web-like cracks appeared on the black metal surface.

Lu Mingze's figure gradually became blurred in the collapsing debris, only his golden eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into two scorching suns.

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Chapter 45 Everyone is shocked. How can Lu Mingfei overcome the teacher’s malicious harassment?

Lu Mingfei suddenly jumped up from the bed, cold sweat soaking his back.

Outside the window, the morning light is filtering in through the white gauze curtains, spreading a pale golden lake on the wooden floor.

He trembled and touched the corners of his eyes - there were still traces of tears there.

The sizzling sound of fried eggs and Ye Fan humming a tuneless folk song came from downstairs in the villa.

The ordinary and warm sounds of reality overlapped with the figure nailed to the cross in his dream, causing Lu Mingfei to have a strong sense of separation.

He looked down at his palms, and in a trance he seemed to see thin golden lines running under his skin.

"Lu Mingze..."

He whispered the name, tasting the bitterness of rust on his tongue.

But after saying this name, Lu Mingfei was confused again. He didn't know why he said his cousin's name, because he was just a little fat boy, and he looked nothing like the handsome boy in his dream.

He always felt that he remembered something, but the harder he tried to recall it, the more vague his memory became.

Why did this boy, who seemed so familiar yet so strange to him, appear in his dream in that manner? What did that thorn spear, that frozen wasteland, and those images of blood turning to ice truly mean?

The sunlight gradually climbed up the edge of the bed and shone on his curled toes.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and pushed the dream and those unanswered questions back into the darkest corner of his heart.

Today is homecoming day, and he has to continue playing the role of Lu Mingfei, an ordinary high school student.

As for the boy on the cross, the promise in a suit, and the mystery of Ye Fan's life that he revealed last night...

"There will always be an answer." He said to the empty room, his voice as soft as a sigh.

Downstairs, Ye Fan knocked on the frying pan: "Bad boy! If you don't get up soon, I'll eat all your breakfast!"

Lu Mingfei forced a smile and rubbed his face hard.

When he put on his school uniform, the boy's eyes in the mirror were different - in the depths of those seemingly ordinary black eyes, a faint golden spark flashed.

"I'll be right there, Brother Fan!"

When Lu Mingfei walked into the school gate, he clearly felt that the gazes around him were different from usual.

The pointing and talking still existed, but the mockery and ridicule in the classmates' eyes were gone, replaced by undisguised shock.

His darker skin glowed with health in the sunlight. Although still fair, it was completely different from his previous pale and frail image.

What was even more obvious was his face—most of the decadence had faded away, and his facial features had become three-dimensional and distinct, as if they had been carefully carved.

The subtle transformation of the dragon blood had transformed him completely, even his height had quietly increased by two centimeters. His gait was no longer timid, and the lines of his shoulders beneath his shirt were smooth and upright.