Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 210 I Heard You Are Crying
Shirley had never seen Uncle vulnerable.

Let alone cry.

She suspected that she had heard wrong.

Probably... I heard wrong.

How could that uncle be crying?

Shirley put all her attention on the uncle, so she heard that the footsteps of the uncle were abnormally heavy when he left, and he went to find the strange person. This time, the conversation between the two was very short. In fact, the uncle just said In a word, that's all.

"I'm going to find Shirley."

Shirley, who hugged her tightly on the hospital bed, suddenly relaxed.

Through her cracked skin, she looked at the raging fire below, the slowly flowing magma, and the terrifying power contained in it.

The girl feels like a chrysalis buried in the ground, the sun rises, the moon rises, the stars turn, and the cocoon formed by the toast last year is getting thinner and more brittle. What great life is about to be born from this cocoon, but At that time, there will be no Shirley in this world, no matter what else, but there will be no Shirley.

Shirley is just a caterpillar, not a butterfly.

So she is afraid.

Shirley didn't know that her current situation was the cocooning of a pure-blooded dragon, taking off the dirty body of a human or a hybrid, and a great life would be born from it.

But the result of waiting for her is not to transform a dragon. Transforming a dragon is not that simple. There are very few people in this world who can really change their bloodlines, and obviously it is not in the Nibelungen under this small town.

The girl sat quietly on the bed for a long, long time.

She smiled lightly.

"Thank you, uncle."

It was dawn, and the uncle came over as usual. Today's food was so rich that the uncle even pushed a small silver dining car.

Like a chef, he arranged the plates carefully, gracefully and gracefully, and his movements were flowing, like a flowing movement.

"Sparkling wine, cocktails, rose flavor."

The uncle lifted the cork gracefully.

"Drink some, how can a girl not drink, that would be a pity."

"Don't worry, I won't get drunk. This is a drink, just for you to taste."

The uncle shook the crystal goblet, watching the rose-colored liquid swirl.

"Life is a journey from one unknown trek to another unknown, from the time you come into this world, the first time you cry, the first time you walk, the first time you wrestle, the first time you pick up a pen, and the first time you hold your hand in the future." Lover's hand, the first time to travel far, the first time to go to the sea, the first time to go abroad."

Stopped abruptly.

The uncle pursed his lips tightly and lowered his eyes slightly, the line of his lips was so sharp and steep, like a knife.

He seemed to sigh slightly.

So many unsaid words are all sighed in this life, passing away with the wind.

No matter how many first times there are, they lose their meaning. For girls, they are all futures that can never be reached.

"I don't know if I have the honor."

Angers cheered up and smiled softly.

He said to Shirley.

"Give this beautiful girl a glass of wine."

Shirley smiled shyly.

"Uncle, are you making a movie?"

"Hahaha."

The man smiled heartily.

"Eat, eat, eat."

He greeted Shirley like this, ready to feed Shirley like before.

"Uncle, I think, do it yourself."

Shirley blushed a little.

She stubbornly picked up the knife and fork, ate a mouthful of salad, and then smiled at the uncle who was watching her quietly.

"Let's eat together."

Ang Hot nodded and grinned.

"Okay, let's eat together."

This meal was very quiet.

Neither of them spoke, they just buried their heads in the food in front of them.

Maybe it was tacit understanding, or maybe it was some other reason, the two of them ate very slowly, but no matter how slow they were, the meal would eventually come to an end.

The uncle silently packed up the dining car.

Shirley, who was sitting on the bed, looked out the window quietly.

There are a few roses in bloom over there.

"Sherry."

"Ok?"

The girl turned her head and saw that the uncle seemed to have something to say, but he didn't dare to say it.

Speaking of which, it was really hard to find such an expression of indecision on this person's face.

The uncle smiled in relief.

"The roses over there are beautiful."

He said.

"I'll show you a magic trick. Watch it, Naduo Rose, yes, just that one, uncle, count one, two, three, and it will obediently appear in my hand."

Shirley opened her eyes curiously, watching the man turn his hands over and over in front of her, proving that he didn't do anything wrong, and then carefully observed the roses outside the window, especially the one the man claimed to pick. Look at it more emphatically, and remember its current appearance.

"Okay, can we start?"

the uncle asked.

"Ok!"

Shirley nodded heavily.

How can a normal person sit in a room without getting up, and pick the roses outside the window in three seconds?
Even a magician must be just a mechanism or a special technique prepared in advance.

However, he is Angers.

"Three, two, one."

Count down to three seconds.

Naduo Rose miraculously appeared in his hands.

Shirley rubbed her eyes cutely.

She looked at the rose in the uncle's hand, then quickly turned her head to look out the window, and sure enough, it was gone, and the target rose appeared here, in the uncle's hand.

The girl opened her mouth wide in surprise.

"Amazing!"

Little stars are popping out of her eyes.

"Give it to you."

The uncle put the rose in Shirley's hand.

"Listen, boy."

He said.

"This is a magic that belongs to you alone, and it is a magic that uncle only shows to you."

Shirley carefully picked up the rose, put it in front of her nose and sniffed it lightly.

"Ah."

She nodded vigorously.

But this girl will probably never know what her uncle's promise really means.

magic?

How can the trick of deceiving the eyes be compared with the real miracle.

time zero.

With three seconds to go, Angers opened his domain. In a world where time slowed down fifty times, this man rushed out of the building, rushed to the flowerbed, and carefully picked off the roses.

A high-ranking word spirit who has always been only for harvesting the end-of-life battlefield.

Now it has become a magic trick exclusively for girls.

In fact, Angers never broke his promise. In the next half century, his word spirit only appeared in the battlefield, and no girl could get the honor of appreciating the sub-zero rose.

After all, this, ah, is the magic that belongs to Shirley alone.

A long silence followed.

Angers opened his mouth several times, and squeezed it several times.

Finally, he looked into Shirley's clear eyes.

"Son, uncle, I want to ask you something."

Probably no one will believe it.

The majestic Angers, the contemporary leader of the Secret Party, the man who ruled the Eight Houses of Sheqi, is almost a dragon slayer who can be described as a legend.

A warrior who will not back down even in death.

He said the word, please.

Shirley pursed her lips and smiled.

She shook her head, her long hair dangling.

The girl's actions were beyond the man's expectations.

He didn't expect Shirley to shake his head.

But what the girl said next caught him off guard.

"It's okay, uncle."

Shirley's smile is so quiet.

"It's okay, it's okay."

"It's okay, Shirley's words are fine."

Angers clenched his fist tightly, the muscles on his arms undulating.

"You all, understand?"

"Ah."

Shirley nodded.

She laughed.

"Uncle, do you still remember the little prince?"

"Shirley is going back to her own planet."

The girl said over and over again, it's okay, it's okay.

It was unclear whether she was comforting her uncle or herself.

"It's okay, it's okay."

she said so.

"Shirley is very happy."

"Thank you, Shirley, uncle."

"So, it's okay."

Angers lowered his head, unable to see the expression on the man's face clearly.

He didn't know what he should say.

What can I say?

And so, and so again.

It was the same last time at the Cassel Manor, and it is the same now.

damn dragon.

Angers suddenly had an impulse, he didn't care about the army, the next generation, or the third generation, just come out, whatever, do you think he will be really afraid!Nothing more than death!He goes to the pasture in Kassel every year, and everyone from the Lionheart Club is there. How can he make the president and the others wait any longer!

So, let's go!See how fast my Angers pocket knife is!
But, it didn't take long for his clenched fist to loosen.

The vast power in the body was sucked out in an instant.

He is not afraid of death.

But if he died, who would wash away the blood of the Lionheart Society?

He couldn't stop here.

We must move forward, continue to move forward, accumulate strength by all means, and wait for the fateful day.

Even for this, betray your conscience.

Angers laughed in his heart, his laughter was like the cold wind on a winter night.

After all, it's still too weak.

If only I had power!

If, I have strength!
He let out a long sigh.

"Son, tell uncle."

He said.

"Do you have any other wishes?"

Shirley looked out of the window again, her gaze crossed the flower garden, and then went forward, through sister Anna's house, and the alley, to the only school in the town.

She thought back to her school days long ago.

There are classmates, there are teachers, there are classes, classes are over.

You can jump and run wantonly.

so good.

Shirley looked away and smiled at the uncle, her eyes narrowed into beautiful crescents.

"If you can, uncle."

She blushed a little embarrassedly.

"Shirley would like to ask you to take care of her, Shirley's parents."

…………

Outside the town, Henkel murmured in surprise.

"How is this going!"

Ange smiled happily.

He casually threw the communicator to the ground and crushed it with his foot.

Because it is no longer needed.

In the small town ahead that was shrouded in dense fog, at this moment, all the fog was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

They frantically rushed towards a certain point, and the momentum was so great that it even formed a continuous tornado. The terrifying wind pressure caused sand and rocks to fly around the town, and the clothes of the two old people were rattling.

"Is this your decision?"

Angers stared deeply at the town surrounded by thick fog and tornado.

His gaze seemed to be able to travel back in time, to the afternoon when he first met the girl.

The old man gently picked off the rose on his chest, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it for the last time.

Others only think that the 30-year-old still wearing roses is just one of the elegant habits of the legendary dragon slayer.

But ah.

Those habits that you don't know are all your past.

Angers sniffed the rose affectionately.

Will he remember the fairy tale about the little prince?
And that pale girl.

Half a century later, does he still remember the self who hid in a corner and cried bitterly because of his powerlessness?

In fact, if Angers is willing, can Henkel, who is in this physical condition, really be able to stop him?

I'm afraid not necessarily.

But he still stood outside the town and never entered.

It is also very simple to ask why.

He believed in S-level, and in that boy named Lu Mingfei.

There is one point where Angers and Fingel are surprisingly in agreement.

Lu Mingfei is a hopeless idealist.

But it is precisely because he is an idealist that he is trustworthy, trustworthy, and worthy of people putting all chips on him, regardless of everything, and going forward.

Angers believed, believed that the young man would definitely make a better choice than the coward he was.

Angers will never forget what he said in the boy's first martial arts class.

"As for me, I probably want everyone to have the right to choose freely."

I can't wait.

the old man thought.

Come on, let me see, Wu you said.

The old man let go.

The rose didn't fall to the ground, but miraculously rose up in the wind, and circled him three times, reluctantly, as if saying goodbye.

"let's go."

Ange smiled and waved his hands.

"Say sorry to her for me."

"Uncle is a bad guy."

The rose suddenly lifted into the air under the wind pressure of the dense fog and tornado, scattered blood-red petals, and flew towards the small town with the words of the old man.

Henkel watched the petals go away, so beautiful, just like a large group of butterflies emerging from the chrysalis.

"that."

said the Speaker of the Supreme Council.

"It's the key to seal the matrix."

…………

"Why do I want to pass on martial arts to others? That's because I can't hear people crying."

The boy held out his hand to the girl.

"I hear you, you're crying."

he said softly.

"I'll find you."

The outstretched hand was held.

So warm.

"Can you go by yourself?"

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

"Excuse me."

Saying so, the boy picked up the girl.

He said.

"Go, I'll take you to find her."

The curse-like cycle of death has come to an end.

It's him.

So warm, so warm.

"I found you."

The teenager puts his hands on the girl's head.

"A good boy can't sleep late."

The girl looked up in disbelief, as if she was afraid that she would wake up from the dream if she moved too much.

But this is not a dream.

No no no!

So warm.

The boy touched his forehead to hers.

"My, it's amazing!"

"Do you know who the big brother is!"

"Yama!"

"It's the Son of Heaven."

The young man pointed at himself proudly.

"The so-called Son of Heaven is the king of sin, the king of death, the king of death, the king of the abyss, the king of pain, the king of darkness, and the king of everything that turns its back on the sun."

The boy took the girl's hand.

So hard, so firm.

Shirley stared at him blankly.

Looking at the boy, he said to himself.

"Your pain, the king will bear it!"

Shirley flattened her mouth and wrinkled her nose.

So warm, so warm, so warm.

Finally, she threw herself into the boy's arms.

she cries.

She cried wantonly.

She cried without hesitation.

Whether it's her death or the end of the day, he can do whatever he wants, as long as he cries happily by himself.

Then the boy heard it.

He heard her crying.

So here he comes.

"alright."

Lu Mingfei hugged her small body gently, like a cat, which made people feel distressed.

He said.

"If you cry any more, you will become a dirty child."

Shirley was sobbing and rubbing her eyes with her small hands.

got windy.

Roses come with the wind.

Shirley raised her head and looked at them.

Blood-red petals surrounded the girl, and a faint smile gradually appeared on her face.

"it does not matter."

she whispered.

"Uncle."

The petals rushed into the girl's body.

Shirley began to glow, like a holy angel in mythology.

"Son, tell Big Brother."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Do you have any other wishes?"

Shirley looked in a certain direction, laughed, and reached out to the boy.

"Shirley wants to go and take another class."

The boy took her hand again.

"It's a coincidence."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Big brother, I am the teacher."

(End of this chapter)