Trickster Hunter

Chapter 133 Candle Dragon

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The tavern that Zhulong mentioned was indeed not far from Shuhe Lane. It took only five minutes to walk, and the wrought iron signboard with the hollow word "Useless" appeared in Sun Hang's field of vision.

"Useless? Useless?" Sun Hang read out the words on the sign, "Why do you choose such a strange name?"

"According to the boss himself, this is his summary of the first half of his life." Zhulong said.

"If you can own your own tavern in a place like Chunming City where land is so valuable, you can't be considered useless, right?" Sun Hang complained.

"I think so too." Zhulong nodded with a smile and opened the door of the tavern.

Although it is afternoon, there are still several customers sitting in the tavern, drinking and reading. Although this tavern is called a tavern, there are more books on the bookshelf than wine bottles on the wine rack. , a dozen bookcases connected to the ceiling divide the space in the pub into several areas.

Near the corner, there is a large performance stage with a complete set of drums.

Hearing someone pushing the door open, the guests in the tavern just looked up and continued to lower their heads to read their books... These people seemed to be regular customers here, and they were used to Zhulong's unseasonal dress. .

Zhulong's reputation among ordinary people seems to be far less than that of Overlord. No one recognized his identity along the way. There is only one reason why passers-by frequently look at him - a man wearing winter clothes on the street in early summer. , compared with the people around him wearing single clothes or light coats, it is really eye-catching.

Sun Hang and the other three found a seat by the window and sat down. Zhulong picked up the wine list on the table and handed it to Sun Hang and the puppet master, saying, "I'm treating you. Order whatever you want."

"Uh... is this 'Long Island Ice Tea' tea?" Sun Hang asked.

"No, this is a mixed cocktail. It is made from four base liquors: vodka, gin, rum, and tequila, and then added with ice lemon juice and mint. The alcohol content is not low. As for why it is called This name is just because it originated from a place called Changdao, and its color is very similar to black tea," Zhulong explained patiently.

"Then I'd better order this butterbeer, the non-alcoholic version." Sun Hang said.

"Where's Miss Zhong?" Zhulong looked at the puppet master.

"Latte." The puppet master cherished his words like gold.

"Then a cup of Long Island iced tea, a cup of non-alcoholic butter beer, and a cup of latte." Zhulong said to the bartender standing behind the bar.

"Do you come here often?" Sun Hang asked, "I feel like they are not surprised by your dressing up."

"I like to come here to sit here when I have nothing to do." Zhulong said, "It can be seen from your eyes that you seem to be very interested in what I am wearing."

"Maybe... it has something to do with your cold-type ability?" Sun Hang guessed.

Zhulong smiled and said nothing.

"But there's one thing that's strange to me. Since you can master this kind of power, logically speaking, you shouldn't be afraid of the cold, right?" Sun Hang asked.

This kind of thing sounds as nonsense as the highly venomous cobra needs to take antidote regularly to ensure that it will not be poisoned by its own venom.

"These clothes are used to insulate the temperature, but the direction of isolation is completely opposite to what you think." Zhulong took off his gloves and put his fingers on the table. Suddenly, the table was covered with a layer of Layer of hoarfrost.

Sun Hang understood what he meant instantly.

Zhulong is dressed like this to prevent his low "body temperature" from affecting the surrounding environment... If it weren't for the thick clothes to seal the cold air, he would be just a moving humanoid refrigerant.

But if you stay in the same room with Zhulong in the hot summer, you can even save the electricity bill for the air conditioner.

"I have had a cold body since I was a child, so dressing like this is really a helpless act." Zhulong said with a smile, but there was no hint of helplessness in his words.

"Since childhood? Have you been infected since you were very young?" Sun Hang asked again.

"Can I understand that you are trying to find out my information?"

"Okay. Although the trial is suspended now, there is no guarantee that you will appear as my opponent in the next few links. I will ask more now so that I won't know anything about you by then. You said yes Right." Sun Hang admitted frankly.

"Actually, it's not a secret. Zhulong's bloodline has been passed down for more than seventy years. I am the fifth generation here," Zhulong said.

"Bloodline? The memes of strange things... can be inherited by bloodline?" Sun Hang was a little surprised, "I have never heard of such a thing."

"It's just that the candle dragon is special." Zhu Long said, "The first person to be infected with the candle dragon meme was my great-great-grandfather. After my great-great-grandmother gave birth to the fourth child, my great-grandfather, my great-great-grandfather He died without warning, and the Candle Dragon meme disappeared from his body, and the Candle Dragon meme was instead detected in my great-grandfather.”

"...So mysterious?"

"The Candle Dragon meme has a characteristic. When the infected person ages, it will randomly appear in one of the infected person's descendants. When this descendant with the Candle Dragon meme is born, the older generation will be infected. The person will die immediately.”

"In other words, once your child is born with the Zhulong meme, it will mean death for you?" Sun Hang asked.

"That's right."

"Then if you don't get married and have children, can you live to the life expectancy of a normal person?"

"Not sure, but that situation will not happen." Zhulong shook his head and said calmly, "The combat power provided by the Zhulong meme is very strong, and the infection process is extremely stable. As its 'owner', he can reproduce , Inheriting the Zhulong meme from generation to generation is our most important responsibility, and it is also the mission of our generation. "

"Hasn't Tianshu Tower tried to 'transplant' the memes in your body into other people who are not related to you by blood?"

"Of course I tried, but without exception, they all failed." Zhulong's tone was very calm, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him, "It's not so much that we are infected by the strange meme. It would be better to say that our bloodline is the monster itself."

"Phenomenal weird thing?"

"That's right...but Tianshu Tower did not give it an independent serial number. In the official archives, this phenomenon was summarized in the characteristics of the Zhulong meme." Zhulong said.

"How did your great-great-grandfather become infected more than seventy years ago?"

"I don't know, he never mentioned it." Zhulong shook his head.