Dragon Clan: There is Definitely Something Wrong with Me Alone

No, not so much truth as reality.

Recalling the ten years of his life in this world, he clearly saw all the struggles he had done like a bystander.

He understood that the question just now was not raised by Feng Baobao, but he was asking himself.

In addition, there are many other sad problems.

such as……

How long has it been since you went to bed before twelve o'clock?

It seems to have almost never happened since entering the company.

Which one is more regrettable, if you have tried without success, or you have given up without trying?

It seems to be about the same...

In fact, at the end of the day, I haven't figured it out and figured it out at all.

Sun Haoran understood that this was the result of his choice of 'giving up' and escaping from the cruel reality.

This is also impossible, because he has worked hard and found that he is not particularly lucky.

But no matter what, you will still feel unhappy.

Death is approaching little by little.

He stopped his back steps, and a trace of madness flashed in his eyes.

"It shouldn't be like this...it shouldn't be like this..."

Word Spirit Steel.

A faint golden light flashed in Sun Haoran's eyes.

At this moment, Sun Haoran finally activated the word spirit that he had not used for a long time.

This is a very ordinary word spirit, and the effect is only to make the skin as tough as steel.

Although it is as tough as steel, it can only block some ordinary scratches. It is meaningless in front of the sharp minions that cut iron like mud. Even when the word spirit is activated, the skin will become hard and the action will be changed. be slow.

So he's dying now, no, more precisely, desperately.

"I'm so... I've had enough!"

Iron-heavy steps on the ground.

He no longer intends to escape, and from this moment on, he will not take a step back.

"Nothing to be afraid of."

Perhaps because of the constant exposure to 'death', he has long been numb to death.

The more critical the moment, the calmer he becomes.

He looked at Zhang Chulan, who was sprinting frantically here, and judged that they still had a chance to win.

"Just a little bit to block the blow."

In the battle for life, whoever is more crazy will seize the only chance to win.

"Come on, monster! Look at us two, whose life is harder!?"

With a crazy smile on the corner of his mouth, Sun Haoran did not retreat but advanced, facing the sharp claws.

From the changes in the mixed-race in front of him, he judged that the blood of this mixed-race is not low.

To be able to have this level of dragon transformation, the original bloodline is at least B-level, and most of them have reached A-level after losing control.

So it's normal that Zhang Chulan is not an opponent at this moment, it's not his self-confidence, he thinks that even if he is a C-rank and Zhang Chulan goes together, the result will be the same - not an opponent at all.

The only chance of winning is to fight for your life!

He desperately blocked the blow, and at the same time restrained the opponent's movements, and then cooperated with Zhang Chulan to launch a fatal blow.

This is something only he can do.

A touch of metallic color covered his whole body, and he met the sharp claws with a cold glow.

"bass--"

The sound of metal rubbing was fleeting, followed by the sound of skin cracking.

Five hideous claw marks appeared on Sun Haoran's chest, and bones could be seen deep.

His ribs were cut off almost in an instant, and his internal organs were even injured.

Such an injury would be fatal to ordinary humans, and of course, to him as well.

However, the vitality of hybrids is stronger than that of ordinary people, so they may be able to hold on for a while.

And that's what he's betting on.

"That's it, go forward and hug him, and then Zhang Chulan will have a chance to give him a fatal blow."

Now Sun Haoran was extremely calm, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Just like dealing with corpses at ordinary times, it seemed that it was not himself who was dismembered.

He just followed the steps, step by step.

Treat yourself completely as a corpse that can be exploited, block the attack, and then bind the enemy.

It's a very simple calculation problem. It is more cost-effective to die alone than to die for both.

"In this way, I am also a useful person."

With a grim smile on his face, Sun Haoran stretched out his hand to embrace the impending death.

"Go to hell with me!"

At this moment, Zhang Chulan, who adjusted his body and rushed towards him, realized what this man was doing.

"Wow ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

He rushed over desperately, trying to save the person in front of him.

But when he saw the look in the man's pale golden pupils, he gave up this idea.

Even he who has never experienced life and death can feel the emotions revealed in those eyes - that is, the beautiful killing intent like love is blooming.

This man doesn't want to live, he just wants the enemy in front of him to die.

"Damn guy, he obviously only has that little ability, what kind of hero is he!"

It was the first time such a close contact between life and death, and the corners of Zhang Chulan's eyes were a little wet.

But his gaze became more determined.

kill.

kill enemies.

Only by killing the enemy can you survive, even at the expense of those around you.

This is the real and cruel world, and it is also the world he has been unwilling to face.

From the moment he couldn't be an ordinary person, he knew that day would come sooner or later.Just didn't expect it to come so quickly.

He didn't choose to leave the man alone, in the end he was escaping from this reality.

If possible, he really doesn't want to use everything around him to achieve his goals, because it's too rational and ruthless, and he hates it.

But he found that he seemed to be too naive.

Because of the reality in front of him, he now has to give up the man who can be called a 'friend' in front of him.

"Run through us!"

Zhang Chulan seemed to be able to hear the cry of the man in front of him from the depths of his soul, and those pale golden eyes seemed to be roaring in anger.

Golden light shrouded his arms, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his hands were used as swords.

"puff--"

The blood was accompanied by wanton bursts of golden light.

Zhang Chulan's hand penetrated the two bodies in front of him.

11. Awakening

"Brother...I owe you my life..."

After a long time, Zhang Chulan pulled out his arms expressionlessly, and the two bodies fell to the ground entangled together.

No one noticed the faint gleam between the two 'corpses' intertwined.

To be precise, it was Sun Haoran's broken chest.

The egg that had been hanging on his chest like an ornament for some reason was gradually entering his body.

From the moment when the chest was cut open just now, blood spattered on the egg, and the invisible fine cracks had already begun to spread on the egg.

It was as if something was born out of it.

In the end, the egg disappeared, and what was born inside was completely integrated with Sun Haoran.

"What happened here?"

Perhaps it was because the two of them should have finished their work and returned to the company, but they haven't returned for a long time, and the company's people came here.

They saw Zhang Chulan standing in front of the corpse in a daze.

Perhaps it was the first time he killed someone with his own hands, or perhaps he regretted killing this old man who had worked with him for a day. Zhang Chulan seemed to be unable to recover from what had just happened.

until……

"What's the matter with this person? Did he faint from the injury?"

Someone moved Sun Haoran, who was entangled with the corpse of the out-of-control mixed race, and asked.

"Damn, the work clothes are stained with so much blood, I thought I had to collect another corpse. Is it the blood of the enemy for a long time?"

"!?"

Hearing the complaining words of the people around him, Zhang Chulan's dull eyes finally recovered.