Starting from the Dragon Tribe

"I...just want to ask junior sister what she likes. I'm in Japan and I'll bring you some."

Chu Zihang held it in for a long time, and finally turned into the most ordinary "greeting with local specialties"

Xia Mi was stunned for a moment when she heard this. She didn't think Chu Zihang was too old-fashioned, so why didn't she just buy it back to the academy? Instead, she had to ask herself.

Just like some "Chicken Soup" movies always say, if a boy really loves you, he should just buy it for you instead of asking.

But Xia Mi didn't think so. She was just surprised now...Chu Zihang actually asked her about her preferences and even bought herself a gift! ?

Did this guy take the wrong medicine?

After so many days of no contact, why did he suddenly call and change his gender?

"That's it..."

After Xia Mi came back to his senses, a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "As long as it is bought by senior brother, I like it... Do you think I would say that?"

Chu Zihang's face was expressionless and returned to his normal expression, which made Xia Mi feel a little confused again.

"Okay, okay, actually I don't lack anything, but if senior brother wants to give me a gift, why don't you guess what I want now?"

Xia Mi smiled and hung up the phone.

Then he lay on the bed holding his mobile phone, turned over, and faced the wall with his pretty face.

"Xia Mi, what are you doing?"

At this time, a cold female voice sounded from under the bed, which brought Xia Mi back to his senses. It was Zero.

Zero raised his head to look at Xia Mi's pretense. His expression could rival Chu Zihang's facial paralysis, but actually he felt extremely weird inside.

Are you really behaving like a Dragon King?

With her back to my face, isn't it my aunt who is smiling at this moment?

"Oh, it's just that I'm a little uncomfortable lying down, so I just need to change my position."

Xia Mi's tone was stiff. She almost forgot that there was someone else in the dormitory.

At this time, on the other side of the ocean, Chu Zihang looked at the hung up phone in confusion.

Brother Caesar never taught himself this situation!

Let me guess?

How do I know what Xia Mi wants?

If you think about it carefully, this is really distressing.

Xia Mi doesn't look like her mother, or even a normal girl.

What is he going to bring as a gift?

Skin care products?

But Xia Mi has very good skin and is the Dragon King, so there won’t be any losses, right?

cosmetic?

But to be fair, Xia Mi is indeed the most beautiful girl she has ever seen. Her flawless and pretty face, which was carved by God himself, seems to not need any other embellishments...

doll? too childish……

Xia Mi doesn't like playing games either, and doesn't often watch TV dramas...

Chu Zihang suddenly realized that Xia Mi had touched his underwear, but he knew nothing about Xia Mi.

He didn't even know the other person's preferences, and it was really difficult to guess what a Dragon King really liked.

If you can't figure it out...just seek help from the sidelines.

Making a quick decision, Chu Zihang rushed directly to Brother Caesar's room.

As for Brother Lu... he had already gone out with Eriki, and he felt that he couldn't consult the reckless man about this kind of thing.

However, Chu Zihang was not satisfied with the answer Caesar gave this time.

Caesar said casually: "You can just guess, as long as you don't step on the thunder, she won't eat you. According to my experience, for this kind of girl, don't even think about guessing."

He understood it very well, just like he could never guess Nono, so if he wanted to give her a gift, he didn't bother to ask.

Anyway, the little witch will find ways to tease and tease herself. In order to take the initiative, she often uses some creative big scenes to make surprise attacks.

Although... sometimes Nuonuo would scold him for being stupid.

After taking lessons from Caesar, Chu Zihang sat in the courtyard, like a silent warrior meditating. He didn't know what to do.

Is it really like Brother Caesar said, preparing souvenirs based on his own random speculation?

…………

After nightfall, the icy wind blew from the sea, blowing the hair of the man on the deck.

Three people in combat uniforms stood in front of him. Their golden eyes were so dazzling in the dark night, but they were trembling at this time and did not dare to breathe.

The three of them did not know each other before, but they had vaguely heard of each other's names within the organization. They were absolute elites and the monarchs of mixed races.

But that is what they call themselves externally. Even though they often call themselves this, and in terms of evolutionary nature, they have indeed gone a certain distance on the road to becoming gods, but in front of the people in front of them, no one dares to call themselves monarchs.

Because a man once captured alive...the true first generation species.

If there was no original monarch, there would not be those evolutionary medicines, let alone people like them who use the evolutionary medicines to achieve strength.

A few days ago, the three of them were all over the world, but today they were all urgently summoned together to meet with their boss, the strongest... the hybrid monarch.

"Is the bathyscaphe adjusted?"

The man stood in the night, wearing a black trench coat that was very different from the past, with his chest open, and the cold night wind was blowing his clothes. His eyes were calm, and his golden eyes did not even light up, but his majesty dominated the place. A sea area.

The golden eyes of the three subordinates were forced to open. They had to fully stimulate the dragon blood in their bodies in order to barely resist the majesty of the Supreme.

"Already ready."

A man named Yaslanda spoke. He was the strongest among them and knew the precise use of various instruments.

"You don't need me to repeat the mission objectives, right?"

The boss glanced at the person in front of him indifferently.

"We will follow the process."

Yaslanda replied that he did not say anything such as "already remembered", "we will work hard", "please don't worry boss".

Because he knows that what the boss wants is not that. What the boss wants is only results and execution according to the process arranged by him.

Their mission is to dive back into the deep sea below 8,000 meters and go to the depths of the Japan Trench to retrieve something.

"Start diving."

After the boss nodded, several hybrid monarchs began to cooperate to put a round deep submersible into the water, enter it one by one and close it.

No testing was done because they should have prepared these things long ago. Re-examination at this time will only show that they were not fully prepared before, which will make the boss unhappy.

As the dark waves rolled by, the bathyscaphe disappeared on the sea.

Only the middle-aged man in a black windbreaker was left on the deck of the freighter. He looked up at the half-moon in the sky, a faint light reflected in his eyes.

"It's not quite what I expected, but it has to be done, and it's for your sake."

The man murmured to himself, and at the end, there was a different kind of tenderness in his words.

…………

In the quaint courtyard, the majestic wind sounded. Chu Zihang held Envy in his hand and used all the sword skills he had learned one by one, including the new skills taught to him by Brother Lu.

He has always been a self-disciplined person. Brother Riku and Eriki went out to play during the day, and brother Caesar went to see brother Minamoto to reminisce about old times. If he still couldn't figure out Xia Mi, he should... practice it first.

When immersed in knife skills, his mind will gradually calm down, just like he always likes to play basketball to relieve stress.

"Brother Caesar, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Zihang looked at Caesar who came back, stopped the moves in his hands, and said with some confusion.

At this time, Caesar came in from the side door, walking with a limp. He was stopped by Chu Zihang, and his expression froze for a moment.

"It's nothing, I just had a little exchange with Brother Yuan."

Caesar explained casually, then quickened his pace and returned to his room.

After chatting with Yuan Zhisheng during the day, he had a little discussion, but the result was not ideal.

Even with Caesar's confidence, he was a little depressed at this time.

Why do everyone around him become so perverted?

It was obvious that the last time he saw Yuan Zhisheng, his physical fitness was out of the ordinary, but his speaking skills were not bad.

If the tactics were correct, he felt that he could suppress Yuan Zhisheng and even defeat the opponent if he cooperated with the "former" Chu Zihang. If he was alone, if he was in a specific venue and had all the weapons, he would be able to fight.

But when he competed with Yuan Zhisheng in a woodland of Sheqibajia, it was as if he had seen a ghost. Yuan Zhisheng's speed could exceed the speed of sound!

His sickle and weasel can't keep up with the sound transmission at all. As for the blood-sucking sickle used by Baoxue, it will be a step slower than the extreme speed.

The result of the competition is self-evident. Yuan Zhisheng was in front of him in a few seconds. He had no reaction time at all, and he had no ability to counterattack after getting close.

Of course, the injuries on his body were not caused by Yuan Zhisheng, but because he shot while falling to avoid Yuan Zhisheng's attack, and finally fell from a very high tree... and his leg fell.

Of course he would not tell Chu Zihang such embarrassing details, no matter how good the relationship was, they were friends and rivals after all.

Chu Zihang continued to practice his sword and did not question Caesar, but he already understood what happened. At this time, he still had to take care of Brother Caesar's self-esteem.

It was already very late. Seeing that Brother Lu and Eriki didn't come back, I knew that those two people probably wouldn't come back tonight, so I washed up and went back to the room to get ready to rest.

When Caesar looked at the medical kit that had been prepared in the room, his face darkened for a moment.

He looked back outside, then closed the door, opened the medical kit, and began to treat the injury on his leg. It was a little sprained and slightly red and swollen.

It's not a big problem, just take a nap and it'll be almost gone.

After everything was taken care of, Caesar lay on the tatami bedding, chatted with Nono for a while, and then prepared to rest.

The hybrid has a strong spirit, but except for some special times, he is also relatively self-disciplined and has a good routine.

I don’t know why, but I’ve been feeling sleepy a lot lately, and it takes me a lot faster to fall asleep in bed.

Consciousness gradually blurs...

In the cathedral late at night, the priest's magnetic voice recited scriptures.

"Lord, let the dead rest in peace, and let the light of eternity shine upon their spirits; Lord, your children sing your name in Zion, and sing your supremacy in Jerusalem; Lord, hear our prayers, All of us will be judged before you; Lord, please show us mercy."

The loudspeaker system played Verdi's "Requiem Mass" repeatedly. The songs of this mourning chorus echoed in the huge space, as ethereal as a stray bird.

This grand and solemn funeral had just ended, and the mourners had dispersed. The old Gothic church looked particularly empty, with violet curtains hanging from the dome, and handfuls of white roses illuminated by candlelight.

The central altar is filled with silver candlesticks, each holding six lit white candles like a field of glowing thorns.

In the center of the thorn bush is an exquisite hexagonal coffin, its cover is made of crystal clear crystal glass so that the mourners can clearly see the face of the deceased.

Through the crystal glass, sleeping among the white roses is a woman wearing a white dress. She is so beautiful and peaceful that people would mistakenly think that she is taking a nap, and even dare not make a sound for fear of disturbing her quiet and beautiful mood. Dream.

There was only one living person left in the entire church, a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a well-fitting black suit and an exquisite white tie, with a crucifix hanging on his chest, ocean blue eyes, and hair as dazzling as gold.

The boy lay on the cover of the hexagonal coffin, looking at the woman inside, and then looked up at the dome tens of meters high.

Through the mosaic glass dome window, he could see into the night sky.

But there are no stars tonight, black cirrus clouds are flowing rapidly in the sky, and crows are calling monotonously on the top of the church.

The world is so quiet...so quiet that he seems to be the only one left.

But there were many people smiling and whispering, crystal glasses clinking against each other, silver forks tapping the dinner plates, drunken men inviting women to dance, women's pointed heels tapping the ground... It was as if a devil's feast was taking place. Convened with laughter.

And not far away, there was really a banquet being held.

According to the church's custom, after the funeral and the mourning guests have been sent away, family members will gather together, the priest will preside over a mass, and then receive Holy Communion.

The banquet was in accordance with the etiquette, but it was a little too lively. It was noisy and joyful, and it seemed like a grand celebration.

Celebrating the...death of the woman in the coffin?

They didn't want the boy to know how happy they were, so they arranged the dinner in the basement and carefully closed the heavy wooden door. Where boys don't know, they have no scruples and can party as much as they want.

But the small black shadow that ordinary people couldn't see "slipped" out from the crack in the door. It was so light and thin, like a bat cut out of paper. There was no place in the world that it couldn't reach.

The dark shadow flew across the long corridor and the slightly cold night, flew into the stern church, flew over the thorns of candlelight, and lay on the boy's shoulder, sending a whisper in the dark night to its king.

"Children are like this, they will be a little sentimental, but they will grow up."

Thousands of black shadows that only the boy could perceive shuttled between the basement and the church. They fell on the boy's shoulders, densely covering the entire place. With each additional black shadow, the boy felt depressed. The anger is even stronger.

That's... Kamaitachi!

Each sickle brought back a sentence or a string of laughter, so every sound at the luxurious dinner was delayed for a few seconds and reappeared in the boy's ears. Even the heartbeats and breathing of the men and women were captured and sent.

If someone could see these weasels, it would be a shocking scene - the glorious Milan Cathedral is like a bat cave at the moment, with black shadows coming and going like a tide, and some hovering above the boy's head to form a huge black vortex.

The boy, obscured by the shadows, listened quietly, with thousands of black wings stretching out around him, like a huge black horde.

This is not a field that normal Kamitachi users can have at all. He transcends the rules of hybrids. Kamitachi surrenders to him like he surrenders to a monarch!

But in this world, there is indeed a power that can transcend the "rules". With the boy's power, the sacred church has become a taboo place like a devil's altar!

"Are you going to cremate her body?"

The boy heard the sound again.

"The surname Gurweig is finally over. Let everything be reduced to ashes and be cremated tomorrow."

"Caesar has been lying there for three days, is it okay?"

The boy in the church turned his head slightly, Caesar? This name sounds so familiar...

"Children are like this, they will be a little sentimental, but they will grow up."

"I think he is still very attached to his mother. In order to communicate with the woman, he even learned sign language."

"I would feel more natural if he cried loudly, but did you notice his expression at the funeral? That was his mother."

"Children are so strange sometimes, even if they have unparalleled blood. Don't worry about this, every strange child will grow up."

The boy looked at his hands. Do I have... an unparalleled bloodline?

The voice that came to his ears was so sharp that it exposed the veins on his forehead, and the black shadows rushed towards him like a tide, but they seemed to be aware of the monarch's rage and lingered outside.

It was as if there was an invisible barrier opening up around the boy. The black shadows did not dare to cross this barrier. They flew around and finally gathered into a long black dragon and left through the open window.

Everything fell silent, and the boy slowly stood up and walked toward the depths of the church, where something was covered by a black tarpaulin.

The boy's ears recalled those people's celebration of his mother's death, shrill and twisted, one after another.

At this time, the music just happened to reach the second section of the "Requiem Mass", "The Day of Wrath"

"In the day of wrath the world will be reduced to ashes, so David and Sibe prophesied. How the world will tremble when the day of judgment comes, when all things are measured strictly."

The whole church resounded with this song of power, fire, and thunder.

The heavy hammer fell on the big drum, like thunder and lightning traveling through the dark clouds. The rich male voice and the high-pitched female voice mixed together, like the judgment of the end of the world. Thousands of angels flew in the sky, singing the power of God. White wings cover the sky and the earth.

This famous song was not only written as a sad mourning song, but it is also a song of judgment!

Everything around him seemed unreal, but the boy also inexplicably sang along. His pronunciation had been best trained, and it was both high-pitched and rich. Every sound he uttered was a majestic sound!

He yanked off the black tarpaulin...

It was a motorcycle, a low-seat special edition of the Fat Boy produced by Harley-Davidson, but this Harley was much smaller than the regular version. Although every part met Harley's quality requirements, this little guy was like a group of The younger brother of Harley, the seat height is only two-thirds of the normal version.

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