Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"Mr. Mei, you said that God also created the White King who is second only to himself, and the four great monarchs?"

The vice-principal diligently poured the priest a glass of wine. Their strategy tonight was to drink him to death as long as he could not drink him to death.

He and Angers took turns to fight. Seeing victory right in front of them, the priest had already drunk his cheeks red and was teetering on the verge of raising the white flag.

it's time!

Naturally, they can't let the priest really fall, otherwise they will find someone to trick him.

The vice-principal smelled of alcohol and looked about to be drunk. This was a tragic victory. With the combined efforts of him and Ange, they still barely won. This man's strength should not be underestimated, and he did not live in vain for so many years.

"Old man, is what you just said true?"

"Alai, how could I lie to you?" The priest shook his head and spoke seriously.

"Your Excellency, Bishop, in your era, does the White King refer to Satan, or Lucifer, the angel of the morning? Do the four monarchs refer to the four archangels?"

As a former Christian and a top student who graduated from Trinity College, Cambridge, Angers read the Bible thoroughly in his early years and knew this "history" well.

Hybrids do not believe in gods. They initially believed that these myths were rewrites of the history of the dragon race, among which Nordic mythology was the closest.

"Speaking of which, Metatron seems not to be ranked among the four archangels. No wonder God is gone and his vision is poor!" The vice-principal was heartbroken, and he was aggrieved that the old man was not among the four archangels.

The priest was in a daze. It seemed that he was drunk and wandering around, going to see God to ask for an explanation.

He suddenly came back to his senses and said blankly: "Who told you that the four great monarchs are equal to the four great archangels?"

Angers and the vice-principal looked at each other.

"You are just stereotypes and preconceptions. There are no four archangels at all. They are the product of the dragon clan's history and doctrine." The priest picked up the wine glass unsteadily, poured a large glass for the two of them, and then Staring at the wine glasses of the two of them, it was as if I wouldn't tell you if they didn't drink.

The vice-principal showed grief in his eyes. He raised the glass of wine with the fearless spirit of sacrificing his life to feed a tiger, and poured it into his mouth. His movements were so violent that half of the glass of wine was spilled in the middle. When I brought it to my mouth, I accidentally hit my chin. I spilled half the cup again and finished it skillfully in one go.

Angers was dumbfounded, how could a special girl play like this?

Fortunately, the priest didn't care.

He said slowly: "God did create existences equivalent to the White King and the four great monarchs, but there is no so-called four archangels. You must have heard their names, Behemoth, Leviathan and Sheets, they represent the earth, the sea and the sky respectively."

The vice-principal pondered: "Aren't there only three? Where did the remaining two go?"

"There are two left?" The priest looked strange and said with a smile, "What a coincidence, the remaining two are here."

Angers and the vice-principal frowned at each other. Are the remaining two here? The alcohol still anesthetized their brains, making them unable to turn around.

The vice-principal suddenly took a breath, looked at the priest with wide eyes, and whispered: "Which one of them are you always?"

Angers suddenly woke up. He suddenly thought of something. The man in front of him claimed to be the last Semitic, and both Arabs and Jews were Semitic.

The name Metatron is more common in Judaism than in Christianity! Most Christian churches shy away from the name Metatron because he is the angel of Judaism!

In Judaism, it is unanimously believed that Metatron is the "Prime Minister of Heaven"!

To be more direct, in Hebrew, the four words "Metatron" itself represent - Little Jehovah.

The priest said drunkenly: "Oh my, it's all in the past, let's not talk about it anymore."

But this gesture is tantamount to admission.

Angers and the vice-chancellor fell into a long silence.

What they are currently facing is the legendary White King, second only to the Black King, who is regarded as a god-like creature by the Sheqi family.

One "god" has already made everyone anxious and put all of Tokyo on the verge of destruction, but they have brought another "god" to Japan from Chicago.

"If the Chicago government doesn't allocate funds to our school next year, I will blow him up." The vice principal expressed his attitude to Angers seriously, not at all like a joke.

Angers silently poured him a glass of wine.

The idiot vice-principal was obviously drunk, but it was rare that what the vice-principal said hit his mark.

"There is a saying in China that the sword of the previous dynasty cannot kill the officials of this dynasty, so don't expect me to help you. I am just a historian now."

The priest seemed to understand their thoughts, spoke slowly and raised his glass.

Angers and the vice-principal could only raise their glasses.

"That's not right." The vice-principal came back to his senses, "Isn't there another one? You just said that the remaining two are here, one is you, who is that one? The earth, the sky, the ocean, there are so many more Bronze and fire?"

"Isn't it right here?" The priest slowly filled a glass of wine for him and said with a smile, "Didn't you see it?"

The vice-principal turned his head and looked at Angers steadily, and said solemnly: "I suspected that you, a mixed race, would join the church and become a disciple of God..."

Angers expressionlessly tipped the wine glass over his head.

It seemed that alcohol had paralyzed him. Normally, even if the vice-principal went offline again, Ange would tell himself in his heart to endure it and tolerate him again.

"Your Excellency, what do you mean?" Angers held on to the rising drunkenness, maintained the last trace of clarity, and stared at the priest.

"Who is missing?" the priest asked without answering.

"If the sky, the earth, and the ocean correspond to the four great monarchs of the Dragon Clan, then the rest should be the King of Bronze and Fire." Angers said softly.

The priest nodded and slowly closed his eyes. There was a sense of the weight and majesty of history. His voice was low and solemn, as if he was singing an ancient epic, leading the two of them back to a lost era that was long gone.

"They found the first ray of fire in the world, held high the torch, and used the glory of the flame to drive away the herds. They built houses and forged weapons based on bronze and iron stone, which kicked off the endless war."

"You really don't know...who they are?"

"Aren't the descendants of the Lord of Bronze and Fire sitting in front of me?"

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…

The hotel's top-floor presidential suite.

The priest gently kicked away the empty wine bottles piled on the ground and came to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Behind him, the vice-principal snored loudly and fell asleep drunk. Like a dead pig, Angers half-lyed on the sofa and fell asleep.

"It seems that the origin of human beings is going to be marked with a big question mark."

An ethereal voice sounded, and Norns walked into the room silently and stood beside the priest.

They had been allies for countless years, just as they were now.

"Did you hear that?" the priest asked suddenly. The question seemed so abrupt, but Knowles's expression gradually became serious.

"Of course, the world is crying."

"Human beings are always like this, always showing their unsullied cunningness inadvertently. Obviously the most turbid thing is the so-called 'emotion', but the most clear and untainted thing in this world is also 'emotion'. So no matter time After several changes, we are still imprisoned in their hands."

The priest murmured quietly.

His pupils reflected the golden light gradually rising from the sky. The magnificent sunshine slowly sank. The pre-dawn morning light penetrated the heavy rain clouds and gave the entire Tokyo a faint golden edge. Qianxiacai falls into the dust.

"It's so gorgeous."

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…

This is an uphill road, surrounded by some old buildings, old telephone poles, and a pile of tin trash cans piled on the roadside.

This street seems to extend infinitely to the horizon. After a high slope, there is no end in sight, only the dark sky can be seen.

Lu Mingfei stood in the middle of the ramp, raising his head silently.

He seemed to be back on that rainy night again, with the bright headlights tearing apart the rain curtain. He stepped on the accelerator pedal fiercely, crossing the frightened Tokyo city tonight, crossing the silent mountains, and running forward against the sea, rain, sky and wind, just for Save the girl who loves him.

But he still didn't do it.

Just like that high school speech in front of everyone, or that school cultural festival where I danced for Chen Wenwen...

He screwed up as always.

"Brother, it seems you have discovered it."

Lu Mingze, who had disappeared for a day, stood beside him at some point. He was wearing a black suit and holding a big black umbrella. It seemed that he had been waiting for him for a long time, just like that rainy night.

Lu Mingfei lowered his head, stared at him for a long time, and then whispered: "Whose funeral are you going to attend today?"

"Why can't it be a wedding?" Lu Mingze smiled slightly.

"Why don't you answer my call?"

"You said, this is your girl. Of course you take care of your girl by yourself."

"Then why are you showing up now."

"Because I have two things to tell you."

"……I do not want to hear."

"Really?" Lu Mingze tilted his head, "Do you not want to hear it, or do you dare not to hear it?"

Lu Mingfei was silent, with the sleeping Eli Yi still lying behind him. The heavy feeling was on his back, but there was still a kind of fear in his heart, as if the girl behind him might leave him at any time.

"Then I won't say anything. Brother, you can see for yourself."

Lu Mingze snapped his fingers, and the thick fog enveloped them in an instant, and then disappeared in an instant.

When the fog dissipated, they were already standing in a cinema, with white light flying in the air and the movie started.

Lu Mingfei turned around and saw an old-fashioned Japanese-style house.

The furnishings in the house are extremely simple. A girl wearing a red and white miko uniform sits in front of a wooden table. Her favorite toys from the past are stored in boxes. Countless photos cover the table.

Those photos that almost brought together the whole world were placed in front of the girl as if they were treasures.

Lu Mingfei's heart suddenly stopped.

The girl on the screen was none other than Eri, who was sleeping soundly on his back.

"What kind of photo made her love it more than her beloved toy?" Lu Mingze's voice sounded faintly in the darkness.

The scene suddenly changed.

On the screen was a cliff near the sea. Tens of millions of tons of sea water surged under the cliff. The boy on the cliff looked silently at the boundary between the sky and the sea in the distance. The girl with long dark red hair quietly turned her head and looked at him with her head tilted. , those clear eyes that seemed to be free from dust, had an unspeakable color at this moment.

Once upon a time, you would secretly glance at the side face of the girl you liked during every spare time in class. The sunlight falling on her face would create a golden edge. You couldn't help but hold your breath. The world was suddenly bright and bright.

This is a plot written in countless youth novels, but Lu Mingfei never thought that one day, there would be such a girl, playing such an old-fashioned but immortal story beside him.

…

The screen turns again.

The train coming from afar set off a drizzle. The boy took the girl on the train and sat in the empty carriage. On the eve of the carriage door closing, the girl quietly tightened her grip on the boy's clothes, as if she was afraid that he would escape at the next moment. This train.

Fortunately, the boy seemed to be in a daze, and the train door slowly closed.

The girl secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She slowly let go of the hand that was holding the hem of her clothes, and looked sideways outside the car. The brightly lit iron dragon drove towards Tokyo amidst the sound of the whistle, and the boy who had got off the train early sat next to her.

The boy who had ignored all this because he was absent-minded was now staring blankly at the girl on the screen who was worrying about gains and losses.

Until the scene changes again.

In front of the steaming hot pot, the boy lowered his head and wrote a text message, but when he raised his hand, he saw a piece of paper dangling in front of him.

"Who is Sakura talking to?"

"Um." The boy scratched his head and said vaguely, "It's my brother. I asked him to send my uncle and his family home early."

"Sakura has any relatives in Tokyo?"

"Yeah... sort of." Lu Mingfei nodded.

The girl lowered her head and wrote in a hurry.

"Can I treat them to a meal? I know there is a restaurant called Chateau Joel Robuchon."

The boy was stunned.

He tilted his head, and the girl also tilted her head. A strand of dark red hair fell from her ears, and the bright yellow light reflected in her dark red eyes.

After a long time.

The boy took out a napkin, leaned forward, and wiped the soup from the corner of Eri's mouth.

"Next time, my uncle and his family are rushing back to China." The boy paused, "But I also have a younger brother who is also in Japan. We can have a meal with him another day."

He rejected her.

Just then the boy's phone vibrated again, and he lowered his head again.

Just when he was typing with his head down.

The girl put down the note and looked at the boy in front of her, her crimson pupils dimmed slightly, making people feel pitiful.

She turned her head slightly, and the bright light of the neon photos outside the window fell into her eyes, but she felt a little disappointed.

…

The screen turns again.

Under the bright lights of the shopping mall, the beautifully dressed girl stood in front of the dressing mirror in high heels and twirled around, blooming with her youthful vitality.

The girl who once put on high heels and waddled awkwardly like a little duck with the help of the store clerk, now walked out of the aura of the T stage.

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…

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes.

already……

Look no further.

"Brother, your girl has thought of you from the beginning. It's such an enviable love."

When the screen slowly came down, Lu Mingze appeared next to him again and whispered his last words——

"She knew from the beginning that your story would be a tragedy, but she still chose to fall in love with you."

Lu Mingfei's breathing stopped, and his heart seemed to have stopped beating. His brain shut down, and the world was between black and white and color.

This girl really doesn’t understand what the real world is. She lives in an anime, which is a fictional chaotic world, so her world view is equally chaotic and absurd. The Celestial Organization and A-Iaws are at war, and somewhere in this world There is a village called "Konoha"...

But it is precisely because of this that she is more able to accept [predicting the future] than anyone else.

Maybe for the first time she would feel like she was special, extremely special to this world.

She once felt that the world didn't like her, but suddenly she realized that she might not be the savior of the world, just like the protagonist in every animation.

She will feel like she should do something.

The protagonist in the animation foresees the tragedy in the future and tries his best to find a path to a happy ending in the infinite badending.

so……

She knew you were coming from the beginning.

She knew that a guy named Sakura would suddenly break into her life one day.

She also knew that the boy named Sakura would take her to many, many places, taste many many delicious foods, and pass many many scenery.

For this reason, she packed all her belongings early and waited obediently in the wooden house at the deepest part of Genji Heavy Industries, waiting for the boy to fall from the sky and abduct her.

But one day she suddenly couldn't wait any longer.

She couldn't wait to see you and see the outside world, so she ran away from the family in the heavy rain.

She knew she would meet your family in the hotel. She felt that she didn't do it well last time and had been carefully preparing for it for a long time, so she seemed a little disappointed when she knew there was no family dinner. But what she didn't know was that no matter what she did, No matter how good she is, it is impossible for the woman called aunt to accept her.

She also knows that you will take her to the cliff next to the sea.

You slowly came closer and embraced each other under the huge sunset, but you didn't fall in love.

So she tilted her head and looked at you on that cliff, waiting for you to say the most beautiful love words in the world.

She also knew that you would meet again under the giant crabapple tree in Korea when you parted.

The day when the begonia flowers bloom is the time for you to meet again.

The reunion is so beautiful that the days of just waiting are full of hope, and the black and white world is rendered with a faint twilight.

Because she knew you would meet, she never said "the world doesn't like me" in front of you this time.

She remembers every word you say. It doesn't matter whether the world likes her or not. As long as you like her, she seems to have won the whole world.

…

She knew your story would be tragic.

But she still chose to fall in love with you.

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Black clouds spread across the Tokyo sky like a flat tide.

It was almost sunrise time, but thick rain clouds blocked the sunrise's brilliance.

The little face lying on Lu Mingfei's shoulder suddenly moved. She raised her head drowsily and asked in a low voice, "Are you home yet?" It's so dark.

at this time.

A ray of sunlight broke through the heavy rain clouds and fell on her face.

The sunlight shines on the yellow glass of the old-fashioned buildings around this ramp, reflecting warm light, and every particle of dust in the air is glowing with gold.

The whole world became bright and warm in an instant.

The world is warm.

"Sakura is the best."

The half-awake girl seemed to be dreaming of something, lying on the boy's shoulder and whispering softly.

And the boy standing on this slope, welcoming the sunrise, had already burst into tears.

He thought about the postcard again——

"04.24, go to Tokyo Sky Tree with Sakura. The warmest place in the world is at the top of the Sky Tree."

"04.26, I went to Meiji Shrine with Sakura. Someone was holding a wedding there."

"04.25, I went to Disneyland with Sakura. The haunted house was scary, but Sakura was there, so it wasn't scary."

"Sakura is the best."

…

It still hurts my heart.

My birthday code is until two o'clock in the morning. I am so diligent.