Dragon Clan: There is Definitely Something Wrong with Me Alone

9. Taking the wrong script

"Damn, this is the end of the calf..."

Sun Haoran is now in a dilemma.

He knew that staying with the protagonist would not be a good thing, and he would encounter a terrorist attack in less than a day.

"So what do I do now... run away?"

"Cough...cough..."

Zhang Chulan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the enemy in front of him vigilantly.

In such a dark environment, even he couldn't see the other's face, and could only vaguely see the outline of his body, as well as the pair of golden pupils flowing in the darkness.

"How to do?"

His brain was constantly thinking about what to do.

Now this is a completely unexpected event, and he was completely unprepared for it.

In terms of strength, the opponent is completely stronger than himself, and there is no chance of winning, but if he escapes...

Thinking of this, Zhang Chulan's gaze couldn't help but cast a glance at Sun Haoran who was not far behind.

"Running... it seems like a good idea, after all, there's no reason to fight for someone you know for a day, right?"

Vaguely, the same words seemed to sound from different directions, but no one heard them.

"Bastard Zhang Chulan, you just swore to encourage others, what nonsense are you talking about now!?"

The golden light ignited again, and Zhang Chulan's mouth showed a crazy smile.

The young man is always bloody, he has endured it for more than ten years, and there is no need to endure it tonight.

"Damn it, you die tonight, or I die!"

The golden light flickered, and the two figures collided again.

"puff--"

The sound of flesh being torn apart sounded.

Although Zhang Chulan seems to have gone out of his way, he obviously underestimated the strength of this weird guy in front of him. No, it should be said that he lacks experience in fighting such monsters.

This is different from ordinary fights. Mixed-bloods with out-of-control bloodlines will more or less become dragons, which are usually reflected on their minions or scales.

This is not fighting with humans, but with beasts with sharp weapons.

Zhang Chulan's golden light spell is obviously still a little short of heat, and there is no way to block the sharp minions of the dangerous hybrid.

Continuing to play the result is already obvious.

"call--"

The claws pierced the night sky, making a harsh whistling sound.

Zhang Chulan had already staggered back, but facing the opponent's attack like a beast, he couldn't dodge completely.

Just as the sharp claws were about to cut his throat, a sudden force came from his waist to the side.

boom--

With a muffled sound, a strong foot kicked Zhang Chulan's waist heavily, kicking him away from the claws.

"run!"

Immediately afterwards, a loud boom sounded.

"Brother, how are you..."

"Nonsense, you are a laborer, what kind of bird do I look like when I go back alone!?"

Sun Haoran raised his arm while roaring.

"bass--"

The sound of metal tearing sounded, and the only weapon in his hand, the machete, was torn apart vulnerable under the sharp claws of the hybrid dragon.

Immediately afterwards, the claws continued downwards, grabbing towards his chest.

At this time, Zhang Chulan, who was kicked out, was too late to rush back to save people.

Such claws, which can easily tear even metal, are enough to rip apart any flesh and blood.

"Ah, it seems to be really dead now..."

Looking at the sharp claws that were gradually approaching his chest, Sun Haoran only had this thought in his mind.

Perhaps because he often dealt with dead people, he also thought that one day he would become one of them, so he was not afraid.

But there is no fear, no fear, unwillingness is always there.

"I'm not happy... I'm not happy!"

escape?He did have such a thought flashed through for a moment.

But there is still no way to escape... He is indeed a salted fish, but who was a salted fish from the beginning?

He is a transmigrator, of course he will be unwilling.

How can there be such a poor transmigrator like him?To die like this would be too embarrassing.

"I clearly thought about it, I have to learn martial arts and be a hero!"

It is said that people see the past when they are dying, and that is the so-called revolving lantern.

And Sun Haoran couldn't help but think of the time when he first came to this world ten years ago.

At that time, he was full of ambition, thinking that "the world and I are just things in the bag".

However... but now, it's embarrassed like this!

"Ahhh! It's so frustrating!!"

He finally understood why he was afraid and jealous.

It wasn't Zhang Chulan who really made him jealous and unhappy, but the self who had not changed at all since I do not know when, and could only blindly curl up in the back to escape reality.

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That was the night ten years ago.

A burning night.

That day, it was raining all over the world.

Surrounded by a sea of ​​flames that engulfed everything, and beneath his feet was rain water stained with blood.

Everyone else's crossing was quite safe, but Sun Haoran crossed directly to the murder scene, and as soon as he came up, he faced a dangerous situation of being killed or engulfed by a sea of ​​fire.

Fortunately, this 'disaster' happened to be the incident Feng Baobao was dealing with, and she arrived in time to save him.

He almost died and was rescued by Feng Baobao. The heroine came forward in such a scenario at a time of crisis, which made him think he was holding the script for the protagonist.

The seemingly young woman walked out of the mountain of corpses and blood with the slightly immature teenager on her back.

"We are both really strong, we are simply invincible."

This was what Sun Haoran thought at the time.

The woman's eyes are secluded, she looks so young, but her eyes are shrouded in a warm look, returning to the basics.

The young man's eyes were filled with complacency, even though he had just experienced a 'disaster', he vowed to say some unrealistic words to the woman.

"Sister, one day, I will be as strong as you."

"Oh."

"Don't believe me, I'm serious."

"Oh."

Feng Baobao didn't quite understand why this young man could say such a thing after experiencing a disaster that was completely frightening to ordinary children. Quan when this young man was frightened stupidly.

She just brought the teenager who was involved in the incident back to the company for settlement in accordance with the company's regulations.

"..."

"Sister, let me join you too! I will definitely do it."

"Oh."

In the end, at the request of the boss, Feng Baobao could only follow the instructions to comfort the teenager whose mind was frightened.

The two made an agreement.

"After you really do it, come back to me."

"it is good!"

Sun Haoran smugly assured.

He is a transmigrator, he still has a system, and he is still holding a script that is as hard as the protagonist. How can he be ordinary?

Well, in the end, it really disappeared, and now it seems to be dying.

The blood-stained claws approached inch by inch.

Sun Haoran's footsteps retreated subconsciously, as if trying to dodge.

10. There is nothing to be afraid of anymore

"Didn't you say you want to become stronger?"

"But Sister Bao'er, I tried it, but I don't have that talent..."

"Didn't you say that one day you're going to help me out?"

"Cleaning the battlefield should be considered helpful..."

In a trance, Sun Haoran seemed to hear someone's slightly disappointed question.

Although he knew, that person would never ask him such a question, and never even had any expectations of him.

Ten years of chasing the 'dream' but still being ordinary in the end, let him understand some truths.