Dragon Clan: There is Definitely Something Wrong with Me Alone

Yue Yaowen, who was beside him, hurriedly stopped Yue Xiangtong's movements, and then slightly adjusted the angle of the inclination of the hospital bed.

"Although you are out of danger, it will take about a month or two to recover from such an injury before you can act like before."

"..."

Yue Xiangtong did not reply in silence.

At this moment, she was fully awake, but because she was awake, she didn't know what to say.

"How long have I been in a coma?"

Finally, after a long time, she finally asked the first question.

"one day one Night."

Yue Xiao replied in a deep voice.

"Is it so long..."

Yue Xiangtong looked at the white chandelier on the ceiling, his eyes became dull.

This is the first time since she was born that she has suffered such a serious injury. Of course, the injury itself is not important. What matters is what she experienced the night before, which made her suffer an unprecedented blow.

Innate power?genius? ...all her pride and honor was shattered that night.

Of course, she knew that there were many strong people in this world, and it was normal for someone stronger than herself to appear, but she couldn't accept the way those two monsters appeared that night.

What are these! ?

One can easily trample all her years of hard work under her feet by relying on her pedigree advantage and a strange speech spirit, while the other is even more outrageous and turns into an inhuman monster without pretending to be a showdown!

Are these monsters really something they can conquer?

So, what has she been working hard for?

"Dad..."

The grievances in her heart made the girl's eyes suddenly moist, "This world is too unfair, isn't it?"

"Isn't that... for granted?"

Facing the crying daughter, Yue Xiao did not choose to comfort, but became more severe.

Yue Yaowen, who was beside him, also fell into silence and quietly stood by.

This is helpless, after all, the world is inherently unfair.

There are too many terrible things in this world beyond human cognition. They are extremely powerful, tyrannical and ruthless, and once dominated the entire world.

But what about the end?Humanity is still tenacious and tenacious and continues to thrive today.

Bearing blows is the only way for every strong person to grow up. Just like their ancestors, if they are stunned because they meet an invincible enemy, how can they still be prosperous today?

"This world is inherently unfair. Humans, half-breeds, dragons, and even the legendary ghosts and gods seem to have been destined from the very beginning of our birth. Xiang Tong, compared to those ordinary people, you have already stood on a high place. It's just that some beings are born to stand at the top."

Yue Xiao slowly got up and walked towards the window, the sternness on his face with his back to the girl was quickly melted by the moonlight shining in from the window.

"But wouldn't that make the blood boil even more? The long-lost failure should also make you realize that the real world is far more cruel than you imagined before? Now that I feel the pressure, I think, what to do, I don't need to teach you Are you?"

"..."

Yue Xiangtong looked at his father's resolute back in silence.

As far back as I can remember, this man's back has always been the same. He stood there like a mountain, as if unshakable, and could never fall.

"Dad, have you... have you failed too?"

She asked with some doubts, in her impression, no, in everyone's impression, this man is 'undefeated', no one seems to have seen it on the battlefield or in the current era. over his failure.

"Of course it failed."

To her surprise, Yue Xiao gave an unexpected answer.

The man stroked the hideous wound on his face, feeling as if it was still tingling until now.

He turned around and grinned at the girl lying on the bed, which was a rare smile for a girl.

Such a smile is undoubtedly because the man remembered something that made his blood boil.

"I lose to others all the time, but since I lost, I have to find a way to win it back!"

The flame that had been silent for many years in my heart seemed to be ignited again at this moment.

Yue Xiao stared at the person lying on the bed, at this moment, this girl was no longer his daughter, but a soldier.

"Come on, tell me the truth, what happened the night before yesterday?"

46. ​​I seem to like the taste

Winter, late at night, blizzard.

A middle-aged blond middle-aged man in a military uniform and pince-nez walked silently in the snow.

Goose feather snow is floating in the sky, and the temperature is below minus [-] degrees. If you spit out a mouthful of saliva, it will start to freeze on the way to the ground. This temperature is enough to make ordinary people freeze into ice sculptures, but the man in the thin military uniform seems to feel less than cold.

He is like a person walking in the cracks of time, and none of those swirling universities can fall on his shoulders.

The dazzling golden pupils made him look a little strange while walking in the winter night.

Although middle-aged, the originally beautiful blond hair has turned a little white, but the stern face and the perfect figure set off by the straight military uniform can still make many nympho girls line up to chase, but It is a pity that there are no girls here, only cold corpses.

In front of him was a scene like hell.

"One, two..."

The man counted silently and walked past the ice sculptures in the row.

“120五……”

He walked slowly, and as he walked, he reached out and brushed off the snow that covered the eyes of the ice sculptures.

"What a great look, it's awe-inspiring."

The man sighed.

He stared at these frozen eyes, took off the military cap on his head, and saluted slightly.

This is respect for the warrior, because this is the battlefield.

These so-called 'ice sculptures' are warriors lying in the snow.

They didn't seem to feel death, their fingers lightly squeezed the trigger, and their eyes stared firmly ahead, which was the direction of the enemy and the direction the man was coming from.

"Ugh……"

The man sighed, straightened his back and moved on.

It's just that he didn't put on his military cap again, his pale blond hair swayed in the wind and snow, and the expression on that stern face became more and more dissatisfied.

"It's better to end the meaningless war as soon as possible."

Saying that, he took another step towards the direction covered by the wind and snow.

He could feel that someone was waiting for him there.

He quickened his pace, looking at the valley behind him from time to time as he walked, the wind and snow still danced wildly in the sky, and the sky in the distance was slightly bright, not dawn but war.

He slowly shook his head and continued walking towards his destination.

With such a huge disparity in equipment and combat power, they should have already won. He shouldn't have been worried about the battle situation, but who can say for a human being?

"Are you Chinese?"

The man muttered to himself as he walked.

In fact, he doesn't hate Chinese, because a few decades ago, he once had a close friend who was also Chinese.

Until now, he still remembered how awe-inspiring the man named Lu Shanyan was when he faced the Dragon King.

Killing the king with the body of a mortal, this is what he is constantly pursuing, but he was too weak at the time to be of no help in the battle to kill the king.

Soon, the man's footsteps stopped.

Because someone stood in front of him.

This is a young man who looks a little immature. If he can, he actually doesn't want to do something to such a young man, because in fact he has an unrealistic dream of being an educator.

But here is the battlefield. They are destined to be enemies when they meet on the battlefield, and they are destined to kill each other.

The wind was howling, the sky was flying snow, and the vision was a little blurry, but it did not prevent the sight of the two pairs of eyes from colliding with each other.

One pair had golden eyes as magnificent as mandala, while the other pair had brown-black eyes that looked so unremarkable.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Assassin."

The young man, with rolled tobacco in one hand and a match in the other, stood guard at the gate of the camp.

He tried to strike a match to light the cigarette.

This kind of action made him seem a little clumsy and even comical.

The wind and snow were too heavy, but any guy with a normal mind knew that it was impossible to ignite, but this young man was still reluctant.Just like his comrades who throw their heads and shed their blood on the battlefield, knowing that they can't do it, it sounds really exciting.

But it's actually cruel.

In the end, the cigarette could not be lit by him.

The enemy has already arrived.

"Ugh."

The young man sighed, "The general finally rewarded me with the cigarette, but I didn't expect it to taste in the end."

He threw down the match in his hand and looked at the cigarette in his hand with some reluctance.

In the end, he finally threw the cigarette away like a match.

The cigarettes and matches were blown towards the opposite enemy by the wind and snow in mid-air. The young man raised his head with a strong fighting intent in his eyes.

"Come on, I'm ready, Assassin."

"Assassin? Is that what you call me?"

I don't know when, the cigarette rolled into the hands of the middle-aged man, and he took out the lighter that looked some years old in his arms.

It was a gift from his old friend, Meneke Cassel. At that time, he was a slightly immature child like this teenager. He was full of curiosity about tobacco and wine. He thought smoking and drinking were cool, um, alright , and he still thinks it's cool.