Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Shirley had never seen her uncle look so fragile.

Let alone cry.

She suspected that she had heard wrongly.

Maybe... I heard it wrong.

How could that uncle cry?

Shirley focused all her attention on the uncle, so she heard that the uncle's footsteps were unusually heavy when he left. He went to find the weirdo. This time the conversation between the two was very short. In fact, the uncle just said In one sentence, that's all.

"I'm going to find Shirley."

Shirley, who was hugging herself tightly on the hospital bed, suddenly relaxed.

She looked through her cracked skin at the raging fire underneath, the slowly flowing magma, and the terrifying power contained within.

The girl feels like a pupa buried in the ground. The sun sets, the moon rises and the stars move. The cocoon formed by last year's toast is getting thinner and more brittle. Some great life will be born from this cocoon, but Then there will be no Shirley in the world, no matter what else, but no Shirley.

Shirley is just a caterpillar, not a butterfly.

So she is afraid.

Shirley didn't know that her current situation was the cocoon of a pure-blooded dragon. Shedding the dirty body of a human or a hybrid, a great life would be born from it.

But the result waiting for her is not to transform into a dragon. Transforming into a dragon is not that simple. There are very few people in this world who can truly change their bloodline, and they are obviously not in the Nibelungen under this small town.

The girl sat quietly on the bed for a long, long time.

She smiled slightly.

"Thank you, uncle."

At dawn, the uncle came over as usual. The food today was so rich that the uncle even pushed a small silver dining cart.

He arranges the dishes carefully like a chef, with grace and grace, and his movements are smooth and flowing, like a flowing piece of music.

"Sparkling wine, cocktails, rose flavor."

The uncle uncorked the bottle gracefully.

"Drink some. How can a girl not drink? It would be a shame."

"Don't worry, you won't get drunk. This is a drink, just for you to try."

The uncle shook the crystal goblet and watched the rose-colored liquid swirl.

"Life is a journey from one unknown to another. From the moment you come to this world, the first time you cry, the first time you walk, the first time you fall, the first time you pick up a pen, the future will be held for the first time. The hand of a lover, the first journey, the first time to the sea, the first time abroad.”

Stopped abruptly.

The uncle pursed his lips tightly and lowered his eyes slightly. The lip line was so sharp and steep that it looked like a knife.

He seemed to sigh slightly.

So many unsaid words are gone with the wind in this life of sighs.

No matter how many first times there are, they lose their meaning. For the girl, they are all a future that can never be reached.

"I wonder if I have that honor."

Angers cheered up and smiled.

he said to Shirley.

"Buy this beautiful girl a drink."

Shirley smiled shyly.

"Uncle, are you making a movie?"

"Hahaha."

The man smiled heartily.

"Eat, eat."

He greeted like this, preparing to feed Shirley like before.

"Uncle, I think I can do it myself."

Shirley's face turned a little red.

She stubbornly picked up the knife and fork, took a bite of salad, and then smiled at the uncle who looked at her quietly.

"Let's eat together."

Angers nodded and grinned.

"Okay, let's eat together."

This meal was so peaceful.

Neither of them spoke, they just focused on the food in front of them.

Perhaps it was a tacit understanding, or perhaps for some other reason, both of them ate very slowly, but no matter how slow they were, the meal would eventually come to an end.

The uncle packed up the dining cart silently.

Shirley sat on the bed and looked out the window quietly.

There are some blooming roses over there.

"Shirley."

"Um?"

The girl turned her head and saw that the uncle seemed to have something to say but did not dare to say it.

It's really hard to find such a hesitant look on this person's face.

The uncle smiled in relief.

"The roses over there are beautiful."

He said.

"I'm going to perform a magic trick for you. Watch out, Naduo Rose, yes, just that one. Uncle, count one, two, three, and it will appear in my hand obediently."

Shirley opened her eyes curiously, watching the man turn his hands over in front of her to prove that he had done nothing. Then he carefully observed the roses outside the window, especially the one the man claimed to pick. Look at it more emphatically and remember what it looks like now.

"Okay, can we start?"

The uncle asked.

"Um!"

Shirley nodded heavily.

How could a normal person sit in a room without getting up and pick the roses outside the window within three seconds?

Even if it is a magician, it must only be a mechanism or a special technique prepared in advance.

But, he is Angers.

"Three, two, one."

Countdown to three seconds.

The Naduo rose magically appeared in his hand.

Shirley rubbed her eyes cutely.

She looked at the rose in the uncle's hand, then quickly turned to look out the window. Sure enough, it was gone. The target rose appeared here, in the uncle's hand.

The girl opened her mouth in surprise.

"Amazing!"

Little stars were popping out of her eyes.

"For you."

The uncle put the rose on Shirley's hand.

"Listen, kid."

He said.

"This is a magic that belongs only to you. It is a magic that uncle only performs for you."

Shirley carefully picked up the rose, put it in front of her nose and smelled it.

"Um."

She nodded vigorously.

But this girl will probably never know what her uncle's promise actually means.

magic?

How can that kind of trick that deceives vision be compared with a real miracle?

Time zero.

With three seconds to count, Angers opened his realm. In a world where time slowed down fifty times, the man rushed out of the building, rushed to the flower garden, and carefully picked the roses.

It has always been just to harvest the high-ranking words and spirits on the battlefield where life ends.

Now it has become a magic trick only for girls.

In fact, Angers never broke his promise. In the next half century, his voice only appeared in battlefields and fighting, and no girl could ever get the honor of appreciating Time's Subzero Rose.

After all, this is Shirley's magic.

There was a long silence.

Angers opened his mouth several times and tightened his mouth several times.

Finally, he looked into Shirley's clear eyes.

"Child, uncle, I want to ask you something."

If you tell me, no one will believe it.

The majestic Anger, the contemporary leader of the Camarilla, the man who rules over the eight Sheqi families, is a dragon slayer who can almost be described as legendary.

A warrior who will not retreat even if he dies.

He said the word, please.

Shirley pursed her lips and smiled.

She shook her head, her long hair swaying.

The girl's actions were beyond the man's expectations.

He didn't expect Shirley to shake her head.

But what the girl said next caught him even more off guard.

"It's okay, uncle."

Shirley's smile was so peaceful.

"Everything is fine, everything is fine."

"It's okay, whatever Shirley says is fine."

Angers clenched his fist tightly, and the muscles on his arms rippled.

"You all know?"

"Um."

Shirley nodded.

She laughed.

"Uncle, do you still remember the little prince?"

"Shirley is going back to her own planet."

The girl said over and over again, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

It was unclear whether she was comforting her uncle or herself.

"It's okay, it's okay."

she said so.

"Shirley is very happy."

"Shirley wants to thank you, uncle."

"So, it's okay."

Angers lowered his head and could not clearly see the expression on this man's face.

He didn't know what he should say.

What more can be said?

Again, again.

It was the same last time at Castle Manor, and it's the same now.

Damn dragon.

Angers suddenly had an impulse, no matter what army, second generation or third generation he planted, just come out, do whatever you want, do you think he would really be afraid? It’s nothing more than death! He goes to Muyuan in Kassel every year, and everyone from the Lion Heart Club is there. How can he keep the president and others waiting any longer!

So, come on over! Look how fast my Angers folding knife is!

But, it didn't take long for his clenched fist to loosen.

The vast power in the body was drained away in an instant.

He is not afraid of death.

But if he dies, who will wash away the blood of the Lionheart Society?

There was no way he could stop here.

We must move forward, continue to move forward, accumulate strength by any means, and wait for the day that is destined.

Even if it means betraying your conscience.

Angre laughed in his heart, and his laughter was like the cold wind on a winter night.

After all, it is still too weak.

If I had the power!

If only, I had the power!

He let out a long sigh.

"Child, tell uncle."

He said.

"Do you have any other wishes?"

Shirley looked out the window again, her eyes crossed the flower garden, and further forward, through sister Anna's house and the alley, to the only school in the town.

She remembered her school days long ago.

There are classmates and teachers, classes come and classes end.

You can jump and run as much as you want.

so good.

Shirley looked back and smiled at the uncle, her eyes narrowed into beautiful crescent moons.

"If possible, uncle."

She blushed a little embarrassedly.

"Shirley would like to ask you to help take care of Shirley's parents."

…………

Outside the town, Henkel murmured in surprise.

"How is this going!"

Ange smiled cheerfully.

He threw the communicator to the ground and crushed it with his foot.

Because it is no longer needed.

In the small town ahead that was shrouded in thick fog, all the fog was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

They rushed towards a certain point crazily, and the momentum was so great that it even formed a continuous tornado. The terrifying wind pressure caused sand and rocks to fly around the town, and the clothes of the two old men rustled.

"Is this your decision?"

Angers stared deeply at the town surrounded by dense fog and tornadoes.

His eyes seemed to be able to transcend time and go back to the afternoon when he first met the girl.

The old man gently picked the rose from his chest, put it in front of his nose and smelled it for the last time.

Others only thought that the fact that a hundred and thirty-year-old man still wore roses was just one of the legendary dragon slayer's elegant habits.

But ah.

Those unknown habits of yours are your unforgettable past.

Angers sniffed the rose affectionately.

Will he think of the fairy tale about the little prince?

And the pale girl.

Half a century has passed, does he still remember the person who hid in the corner and cried bitterly because of his powerlessness?

In fact, if Angers is willing, can Henkel in his current physical condition really be able to stop him?

I'm afraid not necessarily.

But he still stood outside the town and never entered.

If you want to ask why, it's very simple.

He believed in S-class and the young man named Lu Mingfei.

There is one point in which Angers and Fingel surprisingly agree.

Lu Mingfei is a hopeless idealist.

But it is precisely because he is an idealist that he is trustworthy, worthy of relying on, and worthy of letting people put all their chips on him and move forward regardless of everything.

Angers believed that the boy would definitely make a better choice than the coward he was.

Angers will never forget what he said in his first martial arts class in Juvenile.

"As for me, I probably want everyone to have the right to choose freely."

I really can’t wait.

the old man thought.

Come on, let me see what you mean.

The old man let go of his hand.

The rose did not fall to the ground. Instead, it miraculously rose up in the wind and circled around him three times, reluctant to leave, as if saying goodbye.

"let's go."

Angers smiled and waved his hands.

"Say sorry to her for me."

"Uncle is a bad guy."

The rose suddenly rose into the air under the wind pressure of the thick fog and tornado, scattering blood-red petals, and flew towards the town with the old man's words.

Henkel watched the petals go away. They were so beautiful, just like a large group of butterflies emerging from their chrysalises.

"that."

said the Speaker of the Supreme Council.

"It's the key to sealing the matrix."

…………

"Why do I want to teach martial arts to others? It's because I can't bear to hear people cry."

The boy stretched out his hand to the girl.

"I heard you, you were crying."

he said gently.

"I'll find you."

The outstretched hand was held.

So warm.

"Can you walk by yourself?"

"Well, it doesn't look like that."

"Excuse me."

The boy said this and picked up the girl.

He said.

"Let's go, I'll take you to find her."

The curse-like cycle of death has been ended.

It's him.

So warm, so warm.

"I found you."

The boy put his hand on the girl's head.

"A good boy can't sleep in."

The girl raised her head in disbelief, acting cautiously as if she was afraid that she would wake up from her dream if she moved too much.

But this is no dream.

No, no, no!

So warm.

The boy touched his forehead with hers.

"I'm so awesome!"

"Do you know who the big brother is!"

"Yama!"

"It's Yin Tianzi."

The young man pointed at himself proudly.

"The so-called Son of Yin is the king of sin, the king of death, the king of the end, the king of the abyss, the king of pain, the king of darkness, and the king of all those who turn their backs to the sun."

The boy took the girl's hand.

So hard, so determined.

Shirley looked at him blankly.

He looked at the young man and said to himself.

"The king will bear your pain!"

Shirley pursed her lips and wrinkled her nose.

So warm, so warm, so warm.

Finally, she threw herself into the boy's arms.

she cries.

She cried wildly.

She cried regardless.

It doesn't matter whether she dies or it's the end of the world, he can go wherever he wants, as long as he can cry happily alone.

Then, the boy heard it.

He heard her crying.

So, here he comes.

"alright."

Lu Mingfei hugged her small body gently, like a cat, which made people feel distressed.

He said.

"If you cry again, you will become a dirty child."

Shirley sobbed and kept rubbing her eyes with her little hands.

got windy.

Roses come on the wind.

Shirley raised her head and looked at them.

Blood-red petals surrounded the girl, and a faint smile gradually appeared on her face.

"it does not matter."

She whispered.

"Uncle."

The petals rushed into the girl's body.

Shirley began to glow like a holy angel from mythology.

"Child, tell big brother."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Do you have any other wishes?"

Shirley looked in a certain direction, smiled, and stretched out her hand to the boy.

"Shirley wants to go and take another class."

The boy held her hand again.

"What a coincidence."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Big brother, I am the teacher."