Dragon Clan: Start by getting a simulator

"No." Norton looked at her calmly, and corrected her without any ripples in his tone: "It's just self-protection."

"You underestimate the power of the Dragon King. Whether it is Leviathan or Jörmungandr, you can't kill them right now. You haven't seen them fight with all their strength."

"Of course, you might be able to perish with them, but that's not what I want. They have cocoons, so they have more options than you do."

Although she felt regretful, Yuan Zhinu knew that Norton was telling the truth, so she asked, "What should we do?"

"You still need time to grow up."

Norton said calmly: "This knife, the alchemy in your body, and your own recovery ability are enough for you to fight them. You can't kill them, but they can't do anything to you either."

"Constantine and I won't leave Japan easily. We won't be able to stay by your side to protect you. With these, at least you are invincible."

"It sounds like I'm really useless." Yuan Zhinv stroked the blade and sighed in a low voice: "After so many years of hard work, I'm still so weak..."

After these words came out, Norton's expression became a little complicated: "It's a miracle that you have come this far with a human body. If your strength is comparable to that of the Dragon King and you are still considered weak, then what is the Dragon King?"

"But I am a person who holds grudges. Odin, Leviathan, Jörmungandr, tsk..."

Along with this sigh, there seemed to be burning flames in the girl's eyes. Norton looked at her, and through her thin and pale figure, he seemed to see a ferocious dragon.

Dragons are such creatures. They are brutal and cold-blooded, bloodthirsty and perverse. Violence runs in their bones. Once they identify an enemy, they will fight to the death.

In their eyes, there are only two types of people, those with grudges and those without, representing those who deserve to die and those who can live respectively. Moreover, hatred comes very easily, and the crime can be established with just suspicion.

That's why he chose to cooperate with her. In Norton's view, Yuan Zhinv was just a dragon in human skin, and even among the dragon clan, she was still the best in terms of bloodline and strength.

After all, no matter how human he behaved, no matter how pleasant his previous cooperation with Gongsun Shu had been, Norton's pride as a Dragon King still made him look down on lowly humans.

In his eyes, there was no difference between humans and hybrids. They were just some noisy ants. At most, some strong ants were more annoying, but they never cared about the lives of these ants.

The only thing they care about is something powerful enough to threaten their existence.

Norton also had a hunch that this girl might really be able to give the other monarchs a surprise.

He was looking forward to this scene.

What he didn't know was that Yuan Zhinu also had her own plans in mind at this time.

Norton is unwilling to eat Constantine and wants the dragon bones of other dragon kings. However, she can gain experience by killing dragon kings, so it seems that their interests do not conflict.

At least for now, Norton has shown considerable sincerity and seems to be a very good collaborator and a very powerful ally.

But Yuan Zhinv always believed that only her own strength could guarantee everything, and only when she became strong could she truly take the initiative.

She is still some distance away from breaking through to the next generation, and the average Deadpool can't even provide much experience.

Ask Norton for a few experience packs? Given their current relationship, Norton probably wouldn't refuse.

So Yuan Zhinv asked, but unfortunately, Norton said that the only two dragon servants he had left had been killed by her, and the blood of those two guys was still flowing in her veins.

As for the dragon servants of other dragon kings, it is really difficult to find them at the moment.

At this point, there are only two options left for Genjiro, the corpse guard experience pack in the Japan Trench, or the whale in the Greenland Sea.

But the girl was still a little afraid of Leviathan's strange ability to deprive people of their lives. She didn't want to experience the feeling of having a leaky heart for the time being. It was not worth taking the risk for a fish, so she set her sights on the Japan Trench.

Speaking of which, Minamoto no Chijo has been coveting the things in the Japan Trench for a long time, such as the Yamata no Orochi, and it sounds like she has a lot of experience with them.

And there was a feeling in her heart that told Yuan Zhinu that there was something very important in the sea, and there seemed to be a desire deep in her blood, an urgent desire to obtain that thing.

Genji couldn't tell what it was, but she had a feeling that as long as she had it, she would be complete.

That feeling was inexplicable and without reason, but it always lingered. If it weren't for the strange magnetic field formed when the Dragon King was hatched, which strongly interfered with everything that approached and made it impossible to locate it, Yuan Zhinv would have killed it long ago.

But if the person can’t be found, how could Norton, who is also a Dragon King, not be able to find him?

Before, she couldn't kill him even if she found him because of her injuries. Now that her injuries have healed, Gen Chinu feels that she is able to do it again.

She immediately asked Norton, and after she gave him a brief account of the situation, Norton frowned.

"The remains of the White King?" He didn't seem surprised, and even sighed: "Sure enough, she won't die so easily."

"I'll start looking for it." Norton finally replied.

"Then I'll wait for your good news."

The injury had healed, so there was no need to stay in the hospital. When Yuan Zhinv and Norton left together, she suddenly thought of something and asked, "Oh, by the way, the Paradise Pavilion is gone, where are you living now?"

Although I don’t know whether the Dragon King needs to sleep, he must have a place to stay, and Norton’s Bronze City is in China.

Norton paused for a moment and replied, "The previous room."

Yuan Zhinu was stunned for a moment, then realized that the so-called room before was the place where Old Tang lived.

"Wouldn't the room be a bit small for two people?" Yuan Zhinv scratched her head. "The palace is gone for now, but it can be rebuilt. Before the palace is built, you can live anywhere you want. You can choose any empty room."

"No need." Norton said, "Just that room, it's fine."

Yuan Zhinu suddenly remembered the room where the brothers lived in the Bronze City. It was actually not big and could even be considered simple.

But because they keep each other company, it seems warm no matter how small they are.

Genji Chikō did not continue to persuade them, and the two of them returned to Genji Heavy Industries together. No one spoke along the way, and the atmosphere was silent but harmonious.

Until they saw the two little ones sitting side by side in Eri's room.

The room was dim and the lights were off. On the oversized TV screen, the tall Ultraman and the ugly monster were wrestling awkwardly with each other. The flashing light illuminated the two little faces who were staring intently.

This episode has obviously reached its end. Ultraman threw the monster into the sky in a silly and cute posture, and then raised his forearm to launch his signature move. The monster struggled for a few times and exploded.

"We are all little monsters. Sooner or later, that nasty Ultraman will come to kill us." Eri whispered in the boy's ear with a serious expression as if she was telling some big secret.

"So, we have to kill all Ultraman before Ultraman comes!" Eri said seriously: "That's what my sister did!"

By the end, the pride in his tone was overflowing.

Constantine blinked and nodded in agreement.

Norton: “?”

Yuan Zongnu: "..."

Norton: What do you teach your sister all day? She's corrupting my brother!

Yuan Zhinu: I am not, I did not, it is slander, this is slander! She slandered me!

Chapter 181 Reality or Illusion? He Can't Tell

Lu Mingfei stood in the bustling crowd, glanced at the train ticket in his hand, and looked up at the church-like roof of the Chicago train station.

At his feet was his suitcase, and behind him was the starving senior brother he had just met, wolfing down a hamburger.

Thanks to that beautiful senior sister, Lu Mingfei's poor financial situation suddenly turned around, so that when he met this poor senior brother who looked like a beggar, he could generously buy him a hamburger.

Lu Mingfei, a gifted child and a new student studying abroad, finally ended his long vacation and boarded a United Airlines flight alone, crossing the ocean and landing at Chicago International Airport.

According to the itinerary given by the college secretary Norma, he will take the CC1000 express train from Chicago train station to Cassell College.

But he couldn't find the bus no matter how hard he looked, and even the staff on duty said they didn't know there was such a bus.

Just when he thought something might have gone wrong, the beggar brother appeared and started asking for food in the standard way.

He called himself Finkel von Frings, a tall and burly young man with a handsome face buried in his beard. His dark green plaid shirt and loose-fitting trousers had not been washed for who knows how long, making him look like a professional beggar.

What finally dispelled his doubts was that identical ticket.

So the two of them each held a cup of Coke and chatted while looking for a car.

"Senior brother, what grade are you in?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Eighth grade."

"Eighth grade?" Lu Mingfei choked on his Coke.

"Oh, actually it's the fourth grade, but I was held back," said Finkel.

"Why is it eighth grade?"

"I stayed here for four consecutive years..."

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt worried about his future. Seeing his panicked look, Finkel comforted him, "It's okay. Repeating a grade is a rare event. Normally, you won't repeat a grade."

"It's better to worry about how we get to school than to worry about that. Our campus is in the mountains. There is only this train to get there. Otherwise, we have to take a plane. And no one knows the schedule of this train. People of lower class have to wait for the train."

"Class?" Lu Mingfei asked, "What is that?"

"It's something like aristocratic status. Students with higher ranks will have privileges, such as priority in the school's car dispatch or something."

The two walked to the empty terrace and looked at the lonely railroad tracks. Lu Mingfei asked curiously, "How long do we have to wait?"

"I don't know. Anyway, at my current level, I can wait any longer." Finkel shrugged indifferently: "Just wait. This is what people of low class do."

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but wonder how low this class was. Finkel said it was probably similar to the serf class in the Middle Ages. Lu Mingfei was depressed, and Finkel comforted him by saying that there were actually people lower than serfs, and some people's class was like mules.

Then they waited for two days in a row. Afraid of missing the unscheduled bus, they did not dare to go out and could only sleep on the bench in the waiting hall wrapped in blankets.

Another night fell, and they were the only two left in the waiting hall again. Finkel strolled around with his textbook in his arms, while Lu Mingfei wrapped himself in a blanket, curled up on a wooden bench and dozed off.

Lu Mingfei didn't know how long this long wait would end. He seemed to hear the sound of bells in a daze, and inexplicably thought of the wasteland under the moon and the distant dark church, and the crowd with torches running on the wasteland.

The bell sounds from the church, monotonous, hollow, yet real and magnificent.

Lu Mingfei was startled, not knowing why he thought of these things. He opened his eyes and saw a boy sitting silently beside him, looking up at the huge moon rising outside the window.

The boy looked like a Chinese, about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was wearing a pure black evening gown, and a glow was flowing on his childish face.

Lu Mingfei didn’t know why such a young child had such silence and sadness on his face, as if saying “I have lived for thousands of years”. Moreover, there were so many empty rows of benches next to him, but the boy chose to sit next to him, as if waiting for him to wake up.

Lu Mingfei lifted the blanket and sat next to the boy. The two of them just looked at the moonlight silently. Time passed slowly, as if they were two people watching the sea.

"Exchange?" the boy asked softly.

"What?" Lu Mingfei didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Exchange?" the boy asked again.

"What to exchange? I don't have any money..."

The boy slowly turned his head, his golden pupils flowing with flame-like light, like a mirror reflecting fire. He seemed to want to say something, but the whole space seemed to fluctuate, and the moon rippled like the sea.

A trace of ferocity flashed across the boy's face, but it was gone in a flash, and a bit of disgust and fear appeared in his brilliant golden eyes.

"People who mess with other people's business are the most hateful." The boy said irritably, and the next moment he disappeared. This abrupt way of disappearing was like erasing a pencil mark with an eraser.

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Finkel drooling while sleeping beside him, as if the boy just now was just a dream of his.

But why did he have such a strange dream?

Lu Mingfei was lost in thought, and when he looked up he saw a black figure standing by the terrace.

A breeze blew by, blowing up the girl's shoulder-length black hair, revealing half of her delicate profile. Her windbreaker rustled, and she was only carrying a long baseball bag on her body.

The girl stood there quietly, her posture straight, the cold moonlight shining on her. Her skin was so white that it seemed to be glowing. She was just like a moonlight goddess walking out of the moon, cold, indifferent, yet holy and beautiful.

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but stare in amazement, and subconsciously murmured: "Senior Sister?!"

But before he could say anything else, the sound of a bell and a train whistle interrupted him. Finkel was awakened by the noise and rubbed his eyes in confusion.

"Is the car coming? Is the car coming?" Finkel asked. He looked closely and saw the thin figure. He was surprised and said, "Oh my god, why is she here?"

Lu Mingfei sensed something was wrong with the words and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"

"I was wondering why a car suddenly came to pick her up." Finger looked envious and pouted at the girl: "See? This is the legendary aristocratic class."

"The train arrives just as the people arrive at the station. The distinguished VIPs don't need to wait at all."

As Finkel spoke, he held up the luggage with one hand and patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder with the other hand: "Let's go, little junior brother, thanks to your senior sister, we don't have to wait any longer."

Lu Mingfei's heart was filled with joy at this moment, and he immediately followed him. Meeting a familiar person in an unfamiliar place is one of the greatest blessings in life, as the saying goes, meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

"Hi, junior sister!" Finger went up to greet her enthusiastically: "Why are you here just now? Hasn't the second grade started for a while?"

Yuan Zhinv's expression twisted for a rare moment, and she remained silent with a cold face.

Finkel seemed to remember something and suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh, yes, the Night Watch discussion forum said that you failed a grade, so you are repeating the first grade?"

Yuan Zhinu's face suddenly became colder. Finkel was very perceptive and decisively shut up. Lu Mingfei didn't understand why and weakly called out, "Senior Sister..."