Dragon Clan: Restart your life

The girl curled her lips and let go of Caesar's hand.

Caesar gasped a few times, then heard the man in front of him say in a soft tone: "Caesar, we are your mother's same race, and we came here specifically to find you this time."

"You...are Freya?!" Caesar looked at the girl in front of him in surprise.

Is this youthful and energetic girl in front of him his friend and Riddler Freya on Hunter Online?

He wanted to step back, but there was a wall behind him, and there was no way out. The two people in front of him gave him a very dangerous feeling. His eyelids had been twitching since they appeared. The only person who can make him feel at ease now is Chu Zihang's brother-in-law. The presence.

He needed to make some noise to alert Chu Zihang and others.

"Correct answer, but no reward!" Freya licked the lollipop in her hand, took off her sunglasses, revealing a flawless face.

At this moment, Caesar looked familiar, and soon he remembered why he felt this way.

This guy is actually somewhat similar to Xia Mi, not in appearance, but in that "perfect", almost natural appearance. In theory, this kind of appearance should only appear under the sculptor's knife, but now it actually appears in In front of him, one can’t help but be shocked by the partiality of the Creator.

Freya's appearance is different from Xia Mi's. Her facial features are more three-dimensional and she has a golden ponytail. She has a pure "Western face", while Xia Mi has a pure "Eastern face". However, Caesar had to admit that the appearance of the two people was different. The value is one level.

So he has every reason to suspect that this guy and Xia Mi are the same existence...

What made Caesar even more concerned was the fact that they were "gulweig" every mouthful!

They really seem to know mom!

The man on the side spoke very quickly but clearly: "I used Yanling Leichi to temporarily create an electrostatic barrier. It is used to isolate sound waves. Our conversation will not be spread. During this period, I will tell you some secrets." , the secret about your mother."

"By the way, I heard that Chinese is popular in Kassel, so we will talk to you in Chinese."

Only then did Caesar realize that there was a dark purple barrier covering the surroundings, and a misty arc flowed from the wall socket. This arc attached to the barrier, continuously and silently charging it.

"You...are my mother's family?"

Caesar hesitated and said, in fact, he had never met his mother's relatives. In his impression, his mother was an ordinary mixed-race. It was for this reason that the family had always looked down on her, thinking that she was not worthy of the Gattuso family. The position of mistress.

"You can say that." The man nodded, "My Chinese name is Liszt. According to human kinship, Freya and I are the same generation as you."

"Peer?" Caesar glanced at the girl next to him who kept asking him to call her aunt.

"Don't worry about her." Liszt said solemnly, "Caesar, I hope you can remember what I say next. Whether you believe it or not, there is no loss for you if you keep it in mind!"

Caesar rubbed his temples: "Do you mind if I light a cigarette?"

"If you think nicotine can relax you, feel free to do so." Liszt said with deep meaning, "Caesar, do you know that you actually have two mothers?"

Caesar was stunned on the spot, and the cigar he took out of his pocket quietly fell to the ground.

"What...what did you say?" He raised his head, his voice was hoarse, and there was a golden glow in his eyes.

"You have two mothers, one gave you your bones and blood, and the other gave you your soul." Liszt said softly, "Their names are Gullweger."

"You mean... both of them are named Gullweger?" Caesar twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and said in a frivolous but hidden anger tone, "What about the other mother I haven't seen? She is here Where, in your hands?"

"There are two ways for dragons to reproduce their offspring." Liszt said calmly, "The first is the most primitive reproduction in the world, which is also the most direct way. The offspring will be correspondingly degenerated compared to their parents. This degeneration will It reaches its limit after three generations of breeding, and starts to fall into the pure-blood realm from the fourth generation."

"And the second type... is splitting. This is exclusive to the first-generation species. The first-generation species has an eternal soul. This is also the reason why the first-generation species will never truly die. It is precisely because of this characteristic that you mixed-race species will There is a legend that the Black King created the four great monarchs. This is wrong. The Black King did create the four great monarchs, but he created the King of Bronze and Fire, not Norton and Constantine. He only gave them to their corresponding thrones."

"Split is reproduction at the soul level. Generally speaking, dragons will not choose this method because it will cause great harm to themselves."

"The bloodlines of the split offspring will also decrease, but not much. Often the weakest ones are also the second generation species, and the best among them can even reach the level of the first generation species."

Liszt paused and glanced at Freya, who was wandering around Caesar, looking eager to pounce on him.

"Freya and her brother are like this. They come directly from Niord, the first leader of the gods like us."

What an amazing secret, if all this is true, Caesar thought to himself.

"What do you want to say?" he said coldly, "You want to say that my mother is a pure-blooded dragon?"

"You have two mothers. One is Gullweger, the second leader of our God Clan. He is not only a pure-blooded dragon, but also a noble first-generation species. And your second mother is just an ordinary Mixed race, maybe it’s better to say ordinary people.”

Liszt sighed, "Your second mother gave birth to your bones and blood, and your first mother gave birth to your soul."

"Bah bang bang." Caesar clapped expressionlessly, "Interesting story, novel setting."

Freya kicked his calf and snorted dissatisfied: "Why are you so angry, little brat? If we had evil intentions towards you, we would have killed you long ago! As for the trouble of making up such a story to deceive you? "

"Freya is right about one thing. We have no ill intentions towards you." Liszt said solemnly, "We don't expect you to have faith in us just because of these words. Time will prove everything."

"In addition, you should be aware of some doubts. Why did the Gattuso family choose your mother as the matron? They keep saying that they will not make an exception in choosing the heir's wife. This is enough to prove that your family chose you. Mother, not your father.”

"So why did the Gattuso family, which prides itself on its noble bloodline, choose an ordinary woman with no background to ascend the throne of the Gattuso family?"

Liszt said with a sneer. When he mentioned the so-called "noble blood", both he and Freya showed undisguised ridicule and contempt.

Liszt looked at Caesar who was gradually lost in thought, his expression softened again, and his voice softened and he said:

"For the Dragon Clan, bloodline is very important. Most blood descendants are willing to dedicate their lives to the lord, but there are always exceptions. We and other gods wander outside the destiny and the world. We give up the body, but the spirit remains. Eternal. Over a long period of time, we have become accustomed to living in human bodies, as is the case with your mother."

"That's why we say you have two mothers. It's precisely because of this that the Gattuso family focused on your mother and took her away by force."

"Caesar, the reason why Gullweger died is because she gave you everything she owned."

"She may not love your father, but she definitely loves you. This is why we stood in front of you but did not kill you. We hate the Gattuso family, but we cannot hate you who is deeply loved by Gullweger. ."

I'm stuck, so this chapter is a bit short and a bit late... Long's third line has begun to enter the end period and is about to begin to wind up.