Dragon Clan: Restart your life

Luxembourg is located in northwest Europe, adjacent to France, Germany, and Belgium. It has the title of Gibraltar in the North.

As a typical example of a small country and a wealthy country, the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg ranks among the top three in per capita GDP in the world all year round. The forest area accounts for one-third of the land area. The dense trees are cut and divided by roads, and the Victorian buildings standing among the trees are Make this country feel like it stepped out of a fairy tale.

In summer, red squirrels with fluffy tails always scurry among the trees.

"...Later? Ratatosk, the red squirrel who was used to spreading rumors, kept wandering between the top of the treetops and the bottom of the tree roots, going back and forth between Nidhogg and Widfor. Neil tried to instigate their relationship, spread various rumors, and finally succeeded in intensifying their conflicts one day..."

In the courtyard, a woman sitting under the shade of a tree was demure and elegant. She closed her book and softly told Nordic mythology stories to the neighbor children sitting at her feet.

She grabbed a handful of dried fruits, and a red squirrel jumped down from the tree trunk and stumbled into the woman's arms.

"He's just such a little guy," she chuckled, stroking the red squirrel's fluffy tail.

The blond little girl lay on her lap, staring curiously at the fearless red squirrel, and said in a childish voice: "Aunt Ofina, is Ratatosk a bad boy?"

"Yes, judging from what he has done, he is an out-and-out bastard." Ofina said softly, "But if we add another premise, then they are all out-and-out bastards. "

"Them?" The little girl blinked in confusion.

Ofina touched the girl's head and smiled, but did not answer this question for her.

The world has undergone earth-shaking changes not long ago, but in the blink of an eye, nothing has changed. The sky is still blue, the sun still rises every day, and this small European country is still ordinary and calm, retaining the past. Flavor.

She was sitting in the courtyard, with mottled shadows on the wall. The roses in the courtyard were blooming regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Occasionally, people riding bicycles passed by on the roadside, and the wheels crushed the broken leaves on the ground, making a crackling sound.

During these thousands of years, she has been hiding in the depths of the crowd, watching the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, and occasionally reminiscing about the past years.

Sometimes Ofina thinks that maybe His Majesty is right. No one in this world should be indispensable, especially for a group of people.

So in the tens of millions of years after His death, the dragon clan is still the same dragon clan, and they are still the masters of the world, but the figure on the throne has changed.

She would almost think that His Majesty and Frisis made the right choice.

Just barely.

If it hadn't been for the catastrophe not long ago, maybe she would really think so.

"Ofina..."

A familiar voice sounded in her ears.

Ofina closed her eyes.

She hadn't heard this voice for so long that it made people wonder whether she had traveled through time and space and returned to the most worry-free era.

That year, Smith was still busy casting hanging wind chimes; Horus was busy compiling the latest code of law every day; Edjo was studying the secret of raising children, while worrying about the future of the earth and mountains; Hephitus He is still teaching Mars' nephew to learn blacksmithing; a certain bastard is lingering over the newly discovered Nibelungen ruins...

On the supreme throne, the figure of the man seemed to be carrying the sky on his back.

She opened her eyes.

The spots of sunlight filtering through the leafy trees fell unerringly into her eyes.

In this luxuriant and slightly sultry season, the wind flows like water, affecting the prosperity of the swaying forest leaves.

Two familiar bastards appeared in front of her one after the other.

The front is calm, the back is cramped.

Just like before.

"Ofina, I brought Frisius to apologize to you."

The bastard standing in front was calm and calm. It was obviously not the first time he had done this.

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"Nono, this is the first version of my suicide note. It is very likely that it will be deleted after half an hour, but if you hear this recording, it means that this suicide note has unfortunately taken effect."

"Although I have proposed, I have never brought you home to meet my family. This may leave you with a feeling of lack of sincerity. But my family are a bunch of bastards. If possible, I hope you never see them in your life. I I heard that your family members are also bastards, so I didn’t ask to see them. But if you are willing to let me meet them, I am actually very willing..."

"To be honest, I have a bit of pre-marriage phobia. My classmates all say that women change when they get married. It only takes one wedding for them to change from a lolita to an aunt overnight. But in my heart, you are born to be a queen. Sister, I’ve never been a loli, so maybe I won’t become an aunt. But I’m still a little scared..."

"In order to overcome my fear, I tried many ways and even called my psychiatrist. But the psychiatrist said that as an old man who has been married for many years, his experience is that no matter what, you will get tired of your wife one day. Can you keep up with her? Divorcing her only depends on your patience rather than love. But I don't want to get tired of you. When I met you, you were as beautiful as light. If you dim because you are with me, it is an insult to the light. Although So scared but I’m still planning our wedding.”

"I know you Chinese have the custom of underworld marriage, but I don't want you to do such ridiculous things. Of course, I know you won't do this, so you are the girl I like. But I have already paid I spent money to book a wedding service. I think you should not waste it. Please travel around the world for me. If you are willing, bring a red men's Tang suit and wear it when you watch the sunset on a small island in Fiji. Let it dry on the clothesline next to it and watch it fly in the air. Imagine me and you watching the sunset there..."

"Love you, Caesar Gattuso, deep in the Japanese Trench."

The recording ends here.

The glow of the setting sun in the distance illuminates the sea, the haze ignites the sea, and the sea breeze blows from afar, mixed with the sound of seagulls.

A red men's Tang suit was hanging on a clothesline connected between two coconut trees nearby, dancing in the wind.

The red-haired girl on the side danced gracefully, and the afterglow of the setting sun stretched her shadow long and diagonally.

The blond man beside the campfire was busy lighting the fire. Freshly caught lobsters and shellfish were piled high beside the campfire.

He looked back from time to time, as if he was afraid that the girl who was helping him fulfill his "last wish" would disappear again.

When the lobsters turned red and the shellfish opened their shells, Caesar told Chen Motong that it was time for dinner.

Chen Motong held the big lobster, tilted his head slightly and said, "Why do I feel that this recording seems to be missing a section?"

Caesar looked calm, picked up the shell without raising his head and said: "No, right? Strictly speaking, this recording was recorded 'last time'. I didn't have the chance to dive this time. It was something I recalled afterwards. Maybe Missed a certain paragraph?"

The missing part was a little lie he told before he confessed before his death - before Nono, he loved another girl in high school.

Since there is no need to die, why seek death?

"Really?" Chen Motong commented thoughtfully, "The last words are quite good. If you really sink to the bottom of the sea, maybe I will go to the bottom of the sea to find you because of this recording."

Caesar smiled brightly and said, "Then will you marry me?"

Black and ocean blue pupils face each other.

"Hey, didn't you ask before?"

"I want to ask again."

"Hmph, okay, as long as you tell me the missing part of the recording."

"oh……"

The sunset faded and night took over the sky.

The bonfire burned quietly, with sparks flying from time to time. The two people lay on their backs on the beach, crabs crawled past them silently, and the starry sky above them reflected the same deep blue sea.

"Have you been to Luxembourg?" Chen Motong suddenly asked.

"Been there." Caesar was stunned for a moment, then remembered that small country, scratched his head and said, "That country is quite ordinary, there is no special scenery. Do you want to go to Luxembourg?"

"Someone sent me a letter..." Chen Motong was silent for a while and said softly, "I hope I can go to Luxembourg to see her when I have time."

"who?"

"have no idea……"

"You don't know either?"

"I mean, I don't know how to call her." Chen Motong turned to look at Caesar, with a clear shadow in his eyes, and said in a complicated and slightly astringent tone,

"Maybe I should call her...mom?"

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the African grassland.

Flying dust rises from the other side of the horizon, and an open jeep speeds across the vast prairie. Behind it are thousands of bison gathering on their way to the Great Migration.

"Brother, Sister Shutoku Mai asked us to go back and help." The boy sitting in the passenger seat raised his face and said seriously.

The man driving the jeep waved his hand impatiently: "Ignore her, they will treat our brothers like cattle."

The boy hung up the phone obediently.

"Constantine, do you have somewhere you want to go?"

"Wherever my brother goes, I will go."

Norton scratched his hair and looked at the dust kicked up by the stampeding herd of bison in the rearview mirror.

Before he remembered that he was the noble Dragon King, he had always been an awesome 250-year-old. His dream was to drive a Latin American girl with bronze thighs across the African grassland in an open-top jeep and run in front of the buffalo herds during the Great Migration.

As for now, the Latin girl with bronze thighs is gone, replaced by Constantine.

He still remembered that one night a guy named Lu Mingfei asked him on QQ what to do if you suddenly ran out of gas? Won't he be trampled to death by a herd of bison?

How did you answer that time?

Norton recalled his long-standing memory, then stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared, and the two modified off-road vehicles accelerated again.

"Brother, Sister Su Enxi said she would stop our pocket money."

"...Tell her that we will go back the day after tomorrow."

The great king of bronze and fire finally bowed his head before the pressure of life.

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"Hey, boss, here's a box lunch of chicken drumsticks and fried eggs!"

In Internet cafes in small towns in 11 and 2012, there would always be a vendor coming to the restaurant with a lunch box in a foam box and handing the network administrator a bag of Yuxi, and the network administrator would ignore it.

Wang Xiaochun, who had just finished the high school entrance examination, ran to the man in the corner with a box lunch of chicken legs and eggs, and said diligently: "Brother Lu, you haven't eaten yet? Can you teach me how to do it when you have time?"

Brother Lu put down the Nutrition Express and looked at the time. It was already evening. He patted the boy's shoulder, stood up and said, "Let's discuss it another day. Today it's time to go back and buy vegetables to cook for my wife."

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