Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 209 The Past of Angers and Shirley
"Tuk Tuk!"

Shirley looked towards the door of the ward.

"time to eat!"

It was Nurse Mary, Shirley was a little uncertain, her voice sounded like she was right, but her tone was so blunt and frightening, it was not at all the same as that kind Aunt Mary.

The sound of high heels hitting the ground quickly faded away.

He hurriedly seemed to be fleeing, as if there was some kind of terrifying monster staring at him behind him.

But in that ward, there was clearly only one pale young girl.

Shirley sat quietly for a while, staring at the door for a long time.

"Auntie."

The girl's weak voice echoed in the empty ward, and spread to the deserted corridor. The ripples in the air searched round and round, until the end of the corridor, there was no one there.

This floor, this corridor, this ward.

Only her.

Shirley.

"Aunt Mary."

"Uncle Anchel."

"Brother Hughes."

Xue Li opened her mouth, her bright red eyes dimmed, like two extinguished fires.

"and also."

"Dad, mom..."

Same as yesterday, yesterday's yesterday, and yesterday's yesterday's yesterday.

No one talked to Shirley.

The girl struggled to get out of the bed, and her feet, which were so fair and transparent that you could count the blue veins, stepped into the slippers with two holes.

She almost fell down.

Shirley clung to the hospital bed tightly, her two skinny legs were surprisingly soft, she gasped, and moved her steps carefully. This was undoubtedly a huge and difficult project for her, every step she took You have to use all your strength, and risk falling to the ground at any time, not to mention that even if you take a successful step, Xue Li still has to bite her lip to endure the stinging pain from the sole of her foot. , It was the severe pain from the blister on the sole of her foot after stepping on the ground. Every time, it was as if someone stuck a red-hot horseshoe on the sole of her foot. Xueli's body was shaking non-stop, but she didn't cry.

She walked to the door of the ward like this.

Next is to open the door.

This is the second huge project. After all, for the current Shirley, even a simple thing like twisting the handle is comparable to a pampered noble young master who went to the Olympics without any training and vowed to break it. The world record in weightlifting is not only unimaginable and absurd, but there may also be huge risks.

The girl's skin is covered with dense cracks, like a spider's web, or like a pencil's chaotic scribbles. She is the first person in the town to suffer from a strange disease, and she is also the source of the strange disease in the eyes of the town's residents. In less than a week, her body had deteriorated to an appalling level. The doctors in the town couldn't understand the symptoms that happened to Shirley. In the cracks, fire is seen.

But...how could it be fire!

In any case, if a person's skin is split, there should be blood in it no matter what!
But Shirley wasn't.

Among the criss-crossing cracks on her body are fire, burning, and magma.

Only it's not normal blood.

Father Downey in the chapel made a judgment in horror.

"demon!"

"She's a child of the devil!"

In the 50s, in a backward town that relied on mining for its livelihood, for the residents here, words like demons were tantamount to the deepest and most horrific nightmare.

Originally, Shirley was going to be burned to death.

But the residents fear the evil power of the demon.

Shirley is almost a moving volcano, and the magma flowing under it can be seen through the cracked skin of the girl. Of course, "magma" is just the stubborn belief of the residents. Those who have never heard of alchemy do not know that those The dark red flow is essentially a rich fire element.

It is almost impossible to exist in a mixed race, a great power.

Fearing demons and worrying about whether the flames could kill Shirley, the residents chose to place her on the second floor of the hospital.

Providing food once a day is already their greatest tolerance for Shirley, the son of the devil.

…………

Every time she held the handle, a piercing pain crazily stimulated the girl's nerves. Shirley tried tenaciously, time and time again, but only failure greeted her.

But, I'm so hungry.

If she didn't eat anything, she would probably die.

In fact, Shirley didn't think about the profound question of whether she would die.

Death is still too far away for girls.

She was just hungry, her stomach hurt like a fire, her mouth was full of bitterness, she had to eat something, even if it was a glass of water, or half a piece of black bread, it didn't matter if it was as hard as a rock, Shirley could eat Bit by bit, hold in your mouth, and eat very slowly.

However, it cannot be opened.

Shirley couldn't open the door.

She was so anxious that she could no longer care about the burning pain.

Shirley almost frantically wrestled with her hands, but this body suffering from a strange disease couldn't support her movements at all, and soon she was out of breath, her eyes turned black, and she was about to fall to the ground.

The door opened.

Shirley almost thought it was her own illusion.

But it turns out that's not the case.

A burly man stands at the door with a tray in his hand. He looks very polite like a waiter in a movie, but his figure and temperament clearly tell you, don't worry, this guy has nothing to do with a waiter at all. Just a violent maniac, an out-and-out violent maniac.

Instead of fantasizing about him respectfully opening champagne and cutting your cigars, it's better to pray to God that this guy doesn't just grab a handful of desert eagles from under the tray and aim them at your forehead.

But this time, Violence was carrying the tray, and he was really a waiter.

In front of Shirley.

"It's time to eat."

Angers said so.

This is Shirley and Angers' first meeting.

The man descended from the sky at the girl's most embarrassing, embarrassing and desperate moment, holding a small bowl of milk and soft bread with a pine aroma, soft bread like a cloud, and said to the girl that it was time to eat.

These are the most beautiful words Shirley has heard since she grew up.

It's more beautiful than my mother's lullaby.

The man like the iron tower gently hugged the girl, as if he was holding a piece of porcelain that might be broken at any time. His arms, which seemed to be able to fight with lions and tigers, made careful movements, which was actually pleasing to the eye.

Shirley got back under the covers, and the man thoughtfully placed the pillows for her back so that the girl could sit in a comfortable posture.

"Can I eat by myself?"

"Well, it doesn't look like it can."

"Excuse me."

Angewei she drank milk and ate bread.

Then tell her a bedtime story.

Shirley just fell into a deep sleep.

Angers looked at the girl who had already fallen asleep, saw the smile still remaining on the girl's mouth, and her eyes gradually became deep.

The days passed like this.

Shirley and Angers quickly became acquainted.

The girl called him Uncle, who brought delicious food over every day and told her interesting stories.

"What are you looking at?"

Shirley regained her senses, withdrew her gaze from the window, and smiled shyly at the man.

"It's nothing."

"and many more."

Shirley was a little concerned by the serious look of the man.

The uncle stretched his hand behind her head, Shirley was too nervous to move.

"Look, what is this?"

The uncle spread his hand in front of the girl.

Shirley opened her eyes in surprise.

It was a bouquet of bright roses.

"I like it very much. I see that you have paid attention to it for a long time. I will give it to you, little Shirley."

He put the rose in a vase and put it on the bedside table.

In this way, Shirley wakes up with one more thing every day. The moment she opens her eyes, she can't wait to turn her head and look at the bouquet of roses on the bedside table.

"Thank you, uncle."

But her condition continued to deteriorate.

There are more and more lines of cracks, denser and denser, and the flame red light in those gaps is like the eyes of demons, gradually even Shirley began to be afraid of herself.

Although the uncle will tell her a lot of stories and try his best to make her happy, the uncle is really amazing, his voice is very beautiful and gentle, just like someone on the radio.

The uncle put a radio in the hospital bed. After all, he still has his own affairs, so it is impossible for him to be with Shirley 24 hours a day.

When Shirley is bored, she listens to programs on the radio. Occasionally there will be fairy tales, but most of the time they are talking about evil countries. This is the first time Shirley has heard that there are evil countries in the country. What is that?
The rose on the bedside table has been changed three times.

Shirley stared quietly at the red petals and rose thorns, she suddenly remembered the story called "The Little Prince". I also listened to it for a week without falling, from the time when the protagonist's plane crashed in the desert and met the little prince, until the little prince returned to his planet.

The little prince returned to his planet, so, he is dead.

Shirley thought sadly.

There are also roses in the story of the little prince, and there is also a funny fox. Shirley still remembers the fox saying this to the little prince.

"You tame me."

"As long as you tame me, for me, every afternoon at four o'clock is full of meaning."

"I will rejoice at the sound of your footsteps."

"I will also be saddened by your passing."

"Waiting has also become a meaningful thing."

"So, please tame me."

Shirley thought, waiting for the uncle's arrival every day is also a meaningful thing.

Shirley is also a little fox.

Until that day, a strange man in a cloak broke into the ward.

Uncle and Shirley were listening to a story about the last lighthouse keeper on a small Pacific island.

Shirley clearly remembered that the signal was not very good that day, and there was always a rustling noise from the radio, like a harbinger of some kind of bad news.

The cloaked man grabbed the uncle by the shoulder.

Shirley glanced timidly, the face of the weird man was so strange, it was full of strange graffiti.

But the point is his eyes, bloodshot eyes, madness, despair, hysteria, the emotions that a beast that has come to a dead end should have, you can find them one by one.

He's already, at the end of his life.

"Ange, stop your playing tricks!"

"It's over!"

"It's all over!"

"We can only do that!"

"Hurry up and get her..."

"All right."

The uncle rudely interrupted what the weirdo said next.

He frowned, and took away the hand that the weirdo was holding onto his shoulder.

When he turned to face Shirley again, he had already put on a gentle and kind face.

"Xue Li, listen to yourself for a while, uncle has something to do, go out for a while."

The girl pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

The uncle closed the door, and he and the weirdo walked away from the ward until the end of the corridor.

They start talking.

"What's going on, Edward, where's your calmness?"

"calm?"

"Damn it, that thing can kill several dragons! Angers, there's an entire army down here, an army of bronze and fire!"

The weirdo waved his arms vigorously, using his exaggerated body movements to intensify his tone.

"Be careful, and be careful not to be heard."

"Don't worry, I set up the matrix, and no one can hear it except you and me."

However, he was wrong.

Shirley hugged herself tightly, closed her eyes, and the conversation between the uncle and the weirdo appeared in her mind.

She didn't know how she did it. It was one night, and the uncle hadn't come yet. She felt lonely and wanted to talk to someone. She really wanted to.

So she heard it.

I heard the words of the townspeople.

And a long, terrifying breath coming from somewhere she didn't know.

Of course Shirley couldn't know.

It's a change from his bloodline that resonates with the impending return of pure-blooded dragons.

This is an unprecedented example in the history of mixed races.

After all, there has never been a record of so many pure-blooded dragons recovering at the same time.

Even if there is, it is also a matter of the previous four lost eras.

Therefore, the changes that happened to Shirley can be said to be a sample that the mixed race academics dream of.

Her spirit is sublimating.

The body has become a shackle.

All this happened only because the blood in her body resonated with the pure-blooded dragons sleeping in the town.

If there is no accident, Shirley will die like this.

She has no way to solve her mental and physical incongruity.

But before that, she heard it.

"Ange, I failed!"

That weird voice.

"The matrix I arranged in the mine can't seal the army of bronze and fire at all, I'm too naive!"

"But we still have a chance!"

"You know, the only chance!"

The weirdo was almost screaming.

"That kid!"

"Using that child as a pivot, I'm sure, you know, I'm sure!"

"enough!"

This is uncle.

The uncle's voice was so cold.

"There is another way."

"Calm down, think about it, there must be another way."

What followed was a heated argument between the two.

Shirley hugged herself and curled up on the bed.

She raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

"Thank you, uncle."

In the following days, the uncle still brought her food as usual.

It's just that the time spent every day is getting shorter and shorter.

During this period, the strange man came again several times.

Every time, they broke up unhappy with fierce quarrels.

Until a week later, this time the weirdo's voice was surprisingly calm.

"Ange, we are running out of time."

"You know what it means to let them out."

"Scientific developments take time, and humanity is not ready to face them."

"You are strong, there is nothing wrong with that, but how many dragons can you deal with by yourself?"

"Also, don't forget, those who are here are only the king's subjects."

"What if you die here, the Four Great Monarchs half a century later?"

long silence.

It was so silent that Shirley could almost hear her own heartbeat.

"I'll think about it."

Uncle said.

"Ange, dragon slaying is a war, I remember what you told me."

"Sacrifice one person and save tens of millions of lives. I think you should be able to make a wise choice."

The weirdo sighed.

"To be honest, Shirley is a good girl. If possible, I hope to have another choice."

"Unfortunately, this is the damn Dragon Slayer."

Another long silence.

Shirley clutched the sheet tightly, her joints pale.

"Let me, think about it."

Uncle said.

The weirdo is gone.

He left Angers alone.

Shirley closed her eyes, she thought of the little prince who returned to her own planet.

Is she going back to her own planet too?

"Tick, tick."

Shirley opened her eyes suddenly.

She squeezed her lips together tightly.

This is……

Uncle, he...was crying.

(End of this chapter)