Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

The boy's eyes were as lonely as a sad deer. Lu Mingfei had never seen a similar expression on the little devil.

"About ten minutes ago, Odin threw Kungunir at the Chicago Opera House, and this time the fateful weapon is going to kill you." The little devil reached out and touched Lu Mingfei's collarbone where the beacon was left.

But when Lu Mingfei heard the little devil say this news, the first thing he felt was not the fear of facing death, but a kind of relief.

He didn't know why he had this feeling, so he put both hands on the steering wheel and stared at the blurred traffic in front of him.

"I told you, didn't I, brother? The number of heartbeats left for a person targeted by Kungunir is limited. It is a concept of holy judgment, with the attribute of absolute hit rate. It is also the key to cause and effect, locking the inevitable ending of death." The little devil looked into Lu Mingfei's eyes. Those pupils seemed to be like a torrential rain. They did not reveal much anger or sadness, but were lonely and desolate. "You were already dead when the sign was planted. Now only your phantom is alive."

"What will you do if I die?" Lu Mingfei asked softly.

"A thousand years of loneliness and a thousand years of darkness have been repeated over and over again. I will wait for your next reincarnation, even if it means waiting until the beginning of a new era." Lu Mingze said, "We will eventually... rule the world."

"You are such a middle school student." Lu Mingfei said. He fastened his seat belt, controlled the steering wheel with one hand and drove the BMW towards the Regent Hotel.

The road was slippery and the car felt like it was sliding as it moved forward.

The little devil took out two pieces of chewing gum from the drawer, peeled them off and put them in his mouth, chewing them. "Men stay boys until they die," he said.

"I remember you told me that Kungunir would arrange the inevitable ending for every life that should have been ended by it. So in another world, if I had not traveled through this time and space, would today be the moment of my death?" Lu Mingfei said calmly.

"It's not time yet, almost." Lu Mingze thought for a moment and shrugged, "Maybe he can't wait any longer."

"Who?"

"Pompeii," Lu Mingze said, "You already know that Pompeii is Odin, the owner of Kungunir."

Lu Mingfei's knuckles turned slightly white as he gripped the steering wheel.

"According to the rules, Kungunir cannot kill the same target twice. Your fate is fixed in time, and the time Kungunir kills you has already been written in the script. But Pompey used this most powerful alchemical weapon to date in advance, even if he had to pay a huge price for it." The little devil's mouth kept moving, but his voice was very clear, "It seems that something happened in a corner of this world that forced him to do this."

"You don't even know what it is?"

“Come on, I’m not a god.” Lu Mingze spread his hands. “The devil is not omniscient. We are not that boring.”

Lu Mingfei nodded: "Can you save him?"

"If I were in my best condition, I would say just sprinkle some water, but brother, take a good look, I can hardly protect myself now, I'm afraid you can't make it through this." Lu Mingze said with a wry smile. Lu Mingfei really looked at the boy sitting in the passenger seat through the rearview mirror, and he was stunned.

In the mirror, Lu Mingze's face was a barren grayish white, as if it was carved out of limestone. As a dropout from Kassel College, Lu Mingfei had seen similar symptoms.

Mercury infiltration.

If a living individual is immersed in a mercury solution for a long time, the mercury will seep into the individual's skin, and the contaminated skin and scales will take on this pale, gray color.

When faced with captured fallen hybrids and pure-blooded dragons that have some research value, the academy will use similar solutions to preserve them alive.

The limestone face in the mirror suddenly cracked, and the little devil smiled at him, at the cost of peeling off skin and flesh.

Lu Mingfei gasped for air. He was already enveloped by the breath of death and felt the unforgettable pain. Now he felt as if he was being torn apart alive. Anger and sorrow surged from the depths of his soul.

He looked suddenly around him.

The boy was still the same boy. He just kept chewing gum and looking at the traffic in the distance. There was no reflection of lights in his pupils, only endless darkness.

"What's going on?" Lu Mingfei asked. "What's going on!" he yelled.

"Don't yell, don't yell, you act like you've never seen the world." The little devil shrugged and scratched his ears. "They can't kill me, but I can't live either. Brother, if you die, I will be tortured for a thousand years..."

Lu Mingfei shuddered hard.

Being tortured for a thousand years sounds like going to hell, but when Lu Mingze said it, it seemed like an understatement, as if...

This is the life he is experiencing.

"Is there any way I can avoid that gun?" Lu Mingfei asked. He stepped on the accelerator and the BMW moved like a nimble fish through the unusually crowded traffic in the early hours of the morning.

"Anger, who can travel through the fragments of time, cannot avoid the bullets fired by Han Gao when he recites the Holy Judgment. Brother, how are you going to dodge the attribute of that gun that is sure to hit?" The little devil sat comfortably on the leather seat that exuded a slight leather scent, leaned back, crossed his hands on his chest, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and the other half was illuminated by the car lights in front of him, and his pupils reflected a molten glow.

The traffic light turned from green to red, and Lu Mingfei slowly slowed down in the traffic while driving his uncle's BMW. He lit a cigarette and held it between his lips with a frown, feeling the stinging pain of death that was brought to his soul.

At this time, lightning flashed through the clouds, but there was no sound of thunder. Only the purple-white lightning made Lu Mingfei's face pale.

Lu Mingfei looked up and realized that there were no clouds either. The night sky was clear.

When he lowered his head again, he was suddenly stunned. There was only such a thin layer of glass between them, but the world outside the glass seemed to be torn apart all of a sudden. Every car became as black as ink. Hundreds and thousands of cars as black as ink drove silently on the wide Changjiang Road. It was so quiet that it seemed like a wilderness with only the wind blowing.

The surrounding buildings all became huge hourglasses that towered like mountains in the darkness. There was very little sand left on the top of the hourglass, but the sand was piled up like a mountain below.

Lu Mingfei smoked silently, the smoke rising straight up.

He didn't even need to turn his head to look as he knew what was sitting in those cars. Sure enough, just as Lu Mingfei was thinking this, a flickering light like ghost fire appeared in the depths of each car. Narrow and strange black shadows pressed their featureless faces against the windows of their cars and looked out. Every face and every eye was finally focused on the BMW in the center of the traffic. The headlights of the BMW tore a path in the darkness like a silver sword. The black shadows on the road tore the roof of the black car and stood up, clearly evil spirits quietly waiting for food.

Lu Mingfei looked at them silently. After a moment, everything returned to the way it was. The tall buildings on both sides were brightly lit. BYD, Mercedes-Benz, BMW and Changan cars were crisscrossing on Changjiang Road. The lights were bright and the horns were honking. "That is the phantom of death. Kungunir is telling you in this way that your death has been anchored and its coming is irreversible." The little devil whispered, "The name of that road is Huangquan, and the end of Huangquan is the Styx. If you cross the bridge connecting the two sides of the Styx, you will become one of those shadows."

"I remember we discussed the topic of soul. In the dragon clan's worldview, the so-called soul is actually the essence of the spirit, that is, the spiritual element that carries consciousness." Lu Mingfei said.

"You're about to die, and you still have the mind to discuss academic topics?" The little devil pouted.

"If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening."

"So what do you think when you know you are dying?"

"I don't have any thoughts. I was quite scared at first, but later I just felt regretful."

"What's your regret? Didn't you manage to bring your sister-in-law back?"

"Well, that's the reason. I regret that I never found out the truth of some things until I died. When they pick up my body from the ruins, they won't even know what to write on my tombstone." Lu Mingfei said calmly.

The little devil was silent for a moment and said, "Kungunir is a bug in the world. To deal with such a conceptual thing, only a conceptual weapon can be effective. When it was thrown out in the name of fate, even the Seven Deadly Sins could not cut it off, but in essence, the gun is still an alchemical weapon."

"So no matter how many times it happens, the Bronze and Fire Kings will always be included in Odin's hunting list first." Lu Mingfei's mind moved. He suddenly guessed what the order in which the Dragon Kings died in Pompeii's script was.

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"Norton is the supreme master of alchemy. This is a motto written in the code. Time cannot dilute it. He is the natural restrainer of Kungunir. The gun is nothing but a rebellious subject in front of Norton." The little devil gritted his teeth, his expression ferocious as if he was swearing that he would not become a Buddha until hell was empty. "How dare a traitor meet the king without kneeling!"

He waved his hand, and all the obstacles in front of the BMW were pushed apart to the sides. The high-speed cars rolled up huge waves like the Red Sea parted by Moses, and then crashed to the side of the road. Alarms sounded one after another, and airbags popped out from the front seats of every car.

"Brother, hurry up, otherwise you will really be with your girl." Lu Mingze said softly.

"Thank you." Lu Mingfei stepped on the accelerator hard, and the engine of this family car roared like crazy.

Lu Mingfei never feared death, as that is what people who fight against fate should do.

But Xia Mi's soul is still in his body, and when he dies, he will take his sister with him.

The only person who is qualified to carry Jörmungandr is Wa. Lu Mingfei always looks at his watch anxiously, hoping to return to the Regent Hotel as soon as possible.

Su Xiaoqiang leaned against the pillar on the rooftop, her long hair flowing like water ripples in the wind. She was drinking a glass of whiskey, her corset fluttering, her waist very thin, her face slightly flushed, beautiful as if carved out of ice and jade.

She looked at the skyscrapers standing in the night. Those skyscrapers that were titanium black or grayish white during the day lit up like countless gemstones inlaid in the sky. There was no sadness or joy in her pupils.

A petite girl with a pointed chin and a bit of baby fat stood next to her, with the coat left by Lu Mingfei draped over her shoulders.

The wind gradually grew stronger. Wazhu sighed and said, "Damn it, Lu Mingfei brought back that Japanese beauty. He was really reckless. He even triggered the elemental tide and made Hefei so cold."

Logically speaking, elemental tide should be a completely new term for Su Xiaoqiang. She had never been exposed to similar knowledge in the first twenty years of her life. But at this moment, the girl's face showed neither surprise nor curiosity.

Calm and solemn, like the wooden carved Buddha statues in thousand-year-old temples.

"By the way, how many times have you restarted? Don't you want to live with a human body bearing the highest mysteries of alchemy?" Lord Wa grabbed Su Xiaoqiang's wrist, frowned and felt her pulse.

"Ninety-nine times. This is the hundredth time." Su Xiaoqiang said, "I spent all my time learning about your society in the first twenty times, and then started trying to crack the concept of that weapon. The closest time was when Kungunir obviously hesitated when he pierced Ming Fei's chest."

"Is it worth it to fight so hard?"

"Why is it not worth it? Didn't you leave?" Su Xiaoqiang's mouth curled up slightly, but it was just a cold smile, "Everyone who stays here has to face it. I repeated it ninety-nine times in five days. Ronald's strength was almost exhausted and he fell into a deep sleep again, but so far I have never been able to escape fate."

The entire Regent Hotel was emptied after Lu Mingfei left, and it was not difficult for Lord Wa to do this. She had the largest wealth in this country and even in the world.

The wind from the east suddenly blew in from the window of the rooftop. The cold wind blew around Su Xiaoqiang and Wazhu, making a shrill laugh.

"His name is not Ronald Tang." Lord Wa said, "His name is Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire. He is the only one among the four monarchs besides Odin who has the chance to reverse cause and effect, but he was severely injured and stripped of his authority. Even if you leave a cocoon through alchemy, there is no way for you to use this ability without limit."

"Yes." Su Xiaoqiang nodded.

A trace of confusion flashed across her pupils, and then that trace of confusion collapsed silently, turning into a determination to split mountains and seas. "So this is the last attempt. If I fail, I will die here. It's not a big loss to know the truth of this world before I die."

"It's interesting... for the so-called love? But he can't even give all his love to you alone."

"But if it were me, he would do the same." Su Xiaoqiang said, "You don't seem to believe in love."

“In the tens of thousands of years, I have witnessed hundreds of times more betrayals than loyalty, and most betrayals can bring huge benefits to people.” Lord Wa held her chin. Lu Mingfei’s coat was too long, covering her knees, and the hem swayed slightly, like a plump leaf.

"But in the ninety-nine reincarnations I experienced, you stood in front of him every time." Su Xiaoqiang tilted his head to look at the soft, cute and bright old ancestor, squinting his eyes and smiling, with a strand of hair hanging down from his ear. "The first thing to collapse was the nine-headed ice crystal monster, and ice debris fell like raindrops. You opened your arms to block Kungunir... What were you thinking when the branch pierced through you? You and him... maybe you have known each other for more than just a few days?"

Lord Wa was stunned. She lowered her head, and the red glow climbed up from her graceful swan-like neck, until it colored her earlobes and ear tips.

Then she raised her face.

"He calls me sister..." she said.

(End of this chapter)