Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 144 Dancing with the Madman

"What did you say?"

Uesugi held the photo of the charming and feminine boy, his fingers trembled slightly, and he exerted so much force that the roots turned blue and white. He lowered his head, his face was completely covered by shadows, and spoke slowly with a cold tone.

The temperature inside the Japanese room suddenly dropped a few degrees, and other papers on the table shivered from the momentum, as if they could also read the seriousness of the atmosphere.

At this time, the head of the Inuyama family had already completely surrendered, his limbs and head were firmly clasped to the ground, and his figure was slightly trembling.

After a moment, the loyal veteran opened his white lips again and said slowly:

"The childish young master... passed away seven or eight years ago."

This clear voice was like a heavy hammer, completely shattering Uesugi's delusions in his heart. The old man was like a deflated balloon. His originally straight shoulders suddenly dropped, and his eyes slowly closed. , raised his head slightly.

In an instant, the old face seemed to have been deprived of a small amount of vitality by the years. His back slowly stooped, and a trace of ruined old age slightly exuded from his body.

"Young girl, how did you die?"

No, absolutely can't say...

His heart was shaking violently.

Even if the head of the Inuyama family knew the cause and consequences of this tragedy, he still could not tell the truth to the other party.

Boom——

The head of the Inuyama family, who was lying on the ground, suddenly felt like thunder in his ears. His entire upper body instantly bounced off the floor like a conditioned reflex, and his head naturally lifted up and looked forward.

The atmosphere in the entire space condensed again, like a lake that is constantly freezing in the severe cold. And he, the head of the Inuyama family, was suspended in the middle of the lake. Not only did it become difficult to breathe, but his whole body was also frozen by the extremely cold temperature. Unable to move, he could only watch his body being eroded by the ice bit by bit.

"Inuyama, raise your head!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire Japanese room condensed instantly, and Inuyama He suddenly felt a majestic momentum descending from the sky, pressing hard on him like a towering mountain.

"Tell me, why don't I, a father, have the right to know the cause of his son's death?" Uesugi lowered his head, and a cold voice came from the face that was completely covered by shadows.

If you tell Uesugoshi that your second son was stabbed by your eldest son and buried in an Arai, the consequences...

This question...he couldn't answer!

Back then, this man was able to set fire to the shrine just to break away from his family. Now, in order to find the truth about his son's death, he didn't dare to think what the other party would do!
Must...find a reason!
At this time, Inuyama Ga could not help but shed beads of sweat on his forehead, and the thoughts in his mind were running rapidly. This was the first time that his brain was running at high speed since he entered a semi-retired state.

If you keep talking... there will be big trouble!
Thinking of the old emperor's reaction after knowing the truth, Inuyama Ga's tense body, which was almost completely prostrate, could not help but tremble twice. Even the ten old fingers clasped on the wooden board could not help but be clenched into claws, and his nails were dug straight into it. Into the shallow layer of the board.

There was no rage, no sadness, just the seemingly calm words of an old man in his old age.

A breath of determination suddenly burst out from the ramen old man sitting in front of the round table. The veins in his mottled arm resting on the table were popping. The white paper beside him was instantly lifted to the sky by the sudden fierce momentum. , and suddenly pieces of paper were floating down from the ceiling in a messy manner, like snowflakes flying all over the sky.

"are you kidding me?!"

After a moment, the head of the Inuyama family opened his mouth slightly, and his withered Adam's apple slowly moved up and down, and then a hoarse voice came out of his mouth with a hint of trembling:
"The childish young master...died of illness."

But Inuyama Ga was still clasped to the floor, and under his forehead, which was completely touching the ground, were his eyes that were covered with wrinkles and tightly closed.

A strong and powerful roar suddenly burst out from the throat of the old man with a stooped body.

But Inuyama Ga lay down even lower, his head even wanting to be buried in the wooden floor.

Inuyama He knew that if he didn't tell the reason, the old Shadow Emperor would definitely notice something fishy.

Uesugoshi, the ramen chef at this moment, has completely shed his ordinary disguise. He took off the ridiculous turban, and the black ramen clothes were neatly spread out, just like the robes worn by the king of the night, majestically scattered on the road. Both sides of the burly body.

Inuyama He stared blankly at the old head of the family. At this moment, he looked like an emperor sitting in the clouds, looking down at his courtiers who were kneeling on the ground. His eyes were as calm as water, but there was a majestic wind and thunder hidden in the water!

This is the majesty that comes from the Shadow Emperor's presence on all living beings. Once developed, he will never forget it, no matter whether he has been neglecting the craft of ramen for decades.

"A young boy who has inherited my emperor's blood can be taken away by disease. Ah He, you are such a poor liar."

Uesugi lowered his head, took a cigarette directly from the base of his ear, and then slowly put it into his mouth, his index finger slightly placed on the exposed cross section of the tobacco.

After a while, the high temperature spreading from his fingers lit the cigarette. After Uesugoshi took a deep drag, he looked down at Inuyama Ga, who had his head on the ground again, and breathed out a mouthful of turbid white smoke.

"Even a person like me, who should have died long ago, can survive with the blessing of the emperor's blood. Systemic organ failure and the blockage of brain nerves and blood vessels have not taken my life. Now tell me, what kind of disease is it... …”

Star-like red gold slowly burned in Uesugoshi's eyes, and he continued softly:

"Only in order to take away the life of a young 'Emperor'."

After Inuyama Ga heard these words, cold sweat poured down his whole body like a waterfall, but he still gritted his teeth, lowered his head to the ground, and responded with a trembling voice:
"At that time, the bloodline of the young mistress had not yet awakened..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a blazing gaze staring at him, burning his back like needle felt!
After a while, the hot burning sensation slowly dissipated.

Inuyama Ga looked up secretly, and saw Uesugoshi expressionlessly retracting the golden eyes that contained terrifying power, turning his head and staring in one direction, as if he was attracted by something.

The head of the Inuyama family followed the other person's line of sight and saw a picture of a girl with long dark red hair and wearing a red and white miko uniform. Along with the white paper flying in the sky, it slowly appeared in the air. fall.

Uesugi raised his arm unconsciously, letting the photo fall accurately into his palm. Uesugi looked at the girl in the photo, and the surging anger in his heart was suppressed by a gentle feeling.

He just met the girl in the photo today.

"Uesugi Eri, although the journey back to Japan was relatively bumpy, according to DNA comparison, she is still the carrier of your third imperial blood gene." Inuyama Ga immediately found the opportunity to use the words of explanation, leaving no trace The topic that was previously untouchable was removed.

"That is to say... she is my little daughter?" Uesugoshi's eyes were slightly red, and he used his calloused palms to gently caress the face of the expressionless girl in the photo, with her pupils constantly trembling with highlights. There was a tenderness exuding involuntarily.

"In terms of seniority, yes." The head of the Inuyama family immediately straightened up and answered affirmatively.

When Uesugoshi saw Eriko for the first time, he didn't know why, but he felt an inexplicable feeling of closeness in his heart.

At that time, he was thinking how great it would be if such a cute girl was his daughter.

But Uesugoshi also knew that he had cut off most of his bloodline before leaving, and now the number of his descendants in the world could only be zero.

Holding this indescribable guilt and regret, Uesugoshi showed a rare kindness in front of a strange girl.

"She is really my daughter..." He looked at the photo in his hand. The old but clear black eyes were all covered by the dark red witch.

The corners of Uesugoshi's mouth slowly rose uncontrollably, and there was a hint of pride and relief on his wrinkled old face.

What it feels like to have a dream come true, this nearly centenarian has tasted it for the first time now.

Inuyama looked at the other party immersed in the joy of getting a daughter in his old age. He couldn't help but stretch out the sleeves of his navy blue kimono, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief.

There is nothing better than being able to calm down the other person's heart that is about to go berserk.

"Your Majesty, now that the status of Young Master Jiao Sheng and Miss Eri Yi in the family is getting more and more consolidated, do you need me to act as an intermediary to introduce them to you?" The head of the Inuyama family looked at the person in front of him who was looking at the photo with a kind expression. The smiling Uesugoshi asked tentatively.

If he didn't know the other party's identity, he would definitely think that the other party was just an ordinary old man who came home after seeing his children working hard outside.

"No, there's no rush..." Uesugoshi, who heard Inuyama He's voice, suddenly felt a little nervous at this moment, and hurriedly waved one hand.

"It's better to develop a good relationship with them first, and then talk about acquaintance." At this moment, the Shadow Emperor, who had the majesty of an emperor a minute ago, suddenly turned into an empty nester with children outside. He spoke with a somewhat hesitant tone.

"Well, I will leave the young master's itinerary to you in the next few weeks. How to establish a relationship with him is up to you, Your Majesty." Inuyama Ga bent down, closed his eyes and said respectfully:
"Old minister, I won't bother Your Majesty to read the materials for now. These are the growth materials of Young Master Jiaosheng and Miss Eriyi from childhood to adulthood. Although they are not comprehensive, they cover most of the age. I hope they can make Your Majesty understand them. Have a deeper understanding of his character.”

After saying that, he stepped out of the Japanese room in a very dignified and graceful manner as Uesugoshi waved his hand.

As soon as he closed the door of the Japanese-style room, Inuyama He couldn't help but touch the kimono that was soaked with sweat. His old Adam's apple moved stiffly, and then he leaned toward the railing behind him like a limp body.

Seeing the rude appearance of their master, two beautiful girls painted with bright gold powder walked over with gentle steps, and supported the old man with a very considerate and sensible gentleness.

With the support of the two girls, Inuyama Ga walked downstairs as if he was exhausted.

It can only be said that Miss Eri's photo saved his life.

As for Uesugoshi, who was sitting upright in the Japanese room, his gentle expression slowly returned to calm the moment the head of the Inuyama family exited.

Then he put the photos of Yuan Zhisheng and Eli Yi into his arms, and picked up the photos of Yuan Zhisheng and Eliyi that were floating on the table alone. There was a hint of depth in his gray-brown eyes.

Then, as if Uesugi had made up his mind, he took out a mobile phone from his pocket, pressed a series of buttons skillfully, hesitated for a moment, and finally pressed the green dial button.

"Beep...beep..."

The dull mechanical sound struck his heart for a long time. After a moment, the mechanical sound disappeared, and a rich and powerful old voice slowly emerged in Uesugoshi's ears:

"I thought I would never receive a call from you in my life."

Uesugoshi didn't talk nonsense. He looked down at the photo of his youngest son in his hand, closed his eyes and made the final realization, and slowly said:
"Help me do something, and I will agree to your previous conditions."

"What can make a stubborn guy like you change your mind?" There was a hint of interest in the voice of the old man on the other end of the phone.

"I need to know all the detailed information about Yuan Zhi's younger brother, Yuan Zhinu, who is now the director of the Executive Bureau of the Sheqi Eight Family, including from his birth. The more detailed the better."

"What? As the old emperor of the Sheqi Eighth Family, do you have to trouble an enemy like us even for such a trivial matter as finding someone?" A teasing voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I'm serious." Uesugi raised his eyes and said softly:

"When it comes to finding people, I believe no one in the world can be more professional than you. After this is done, I will take over the plan you proposed to me. I think... people like you will not refuse to give it away for free. Come with the fighting power.”

"Indeed." There was a sound of smoking and exhaling from the other end of the phone, and an old voice that had experienced vicissitudes of life but still had vitality slowly came out from it:

"My plan just needs to add the most solid insurance. The two insurances are still a little weak."

"I am the first one, and you are the second one. So...who is the last insurance? After all, there are not many people alive in the world who can take on the plan of a lunatic like you."

A burst of gentlemanly laughter came from the other end of the phone. After a moment, the laughter slowly fell silent, and the old words rang out again:
"The first insurance is not you, you are just the second insurance. As for the final insurance..."

"Of course, only I, a lonely soul who has been wandering in this world for more than 130 years, can do it."

Angers, who is far away in Italy, is holding a white mobile phone in his hand, standing on a steep cliff, looking down at the rough waves below, and the eyes that are still sharp under the monocle are gradually burning. The dying golden flame.

(End of this chapter)