Natsumi looked down at the dragon and reached out as if to touch the top of his head.

There was so much tenderness in the depths of her eyes, as if a little girl was reaching out to her kitten.

Ryuya stared at her blankly, as if shocked by her beauty.

It's so beautiful that it's like a goodbye.

Flame of the Spirit, Erupt!

The pupil of the Wind King, erupt!

The torrent of flames and tons of oxygen are mixed, a scorching light, a burning city!

The tornado of light and fire spit out from Natsumi's outstretched palm, the perfect superposition of the two words and spirits!

Unbeatable, a match made in heaven!

The fire tornado drills into the center of the dragon's eyes like an awl, and the high heat and high pressure act at the same time, and the effect is no longer napalm, but a high-power laser generator!

The dragon's skull was breached by the fire tornado, and the heat penetrated deep into his skull, burning his nerves.

Despite his strong body, he couldn't fight the sharp pain of burning his nerves.

His howl was somewhere between the sound of a man and a beast, mixed with hatred and madness, and Lu Ming covered his ears to death, the roar of this dangerous animal at the end of its life was deafening, but it was nothing more than the cry of a cat when it was tortured and killed.

The dragon fell on the platform, its wings folded and rolled over its head.

The massive body slammed into the ground, its scales shattering and blood pouring from the ground.

Hellish tragic.

"Chu Zihang!" Natsumi shouted.

Chu Zihang suddenly regained his senses from extreme exhaustion.

The dragon is not dead, and the mission is not over.

For dragons, you will always have to watch them die!

This is the education that the College educates each of the Executive Department Specialists.

Because it is impossible for humans to know how many secrets are hidden in the bodies of dragons.

Chu Zihang unveiled the black box, the Alchemy Sword and the Seven Deadly Sins!

Chu Zihang raised his blood-stained hand and slapped it on the knife box, and the sword popped out at the roar of the mad dragon.

The horse chopping knife was furious, the sword was jealous, two original sins, two punishments, Chu Zihang slashed out with both swords and swords like an eagle.

He leapt onto the platform and leapt into the air, his sword plunging into the dragon's eyes.

The dragon struggled to its feet, groaning in despair, stretching its neck as hard as it could, angrily opening its mouth to the limit at Natsumi, who was still suspended in the air.

His mouth is huge, his jaw structure is like a giant python, and when he opens his mouth, he can close to a 180-degree opening and closing angle, which can almost swallow a subway!

Sen Ran's sharp teeth burst out, like a cluster of spears pointed at Natsumi.

He directed all his resentment at Natsumi, and the blow concentrated his last strength.

It was the fury of a dying dragon, and he struggled forward, as if his spine was about to be torn off when he was buried in the rock.

But he didn't hit. He couldn't see it anymore, the "Seven Deadly Sins" were deadly weapons for dragons, and a moment after the sword was submerged, the blood-like crimson color stained the dragon's pupils.

A huge force erupted from the depths of the dragon's pupils, and a thick fountain of blood shot out along the crack of the sword, like mud spewing out of an oil borehole, pushing the pair of swords out as well.

Chu Zihang did not dodge the moment the dragon raised his head, but grabbed the handle of the knife and was taken into the air by the dragon.

At this time, he grabbed the bulge on the dragon's face bone and stood on top of the dragon's head.

He caught the bloody pair of swords from the fountain of blood, plunging into the gap in the dragon's skull.

The blow went straight into the dragon's brainstem, destroying his entire nerve center.

Chu Zihang jumped up and landed steadily.

The figure of the dragon looking up to the sky froze, this scene was like an oil painting, with angels flying in the air, and the evil black dragon looked up to pounce on her.

The picture freezes at the moment when the black dragon is about to touch the angel, who is shrouded in blazing wind and flames, not dodging or dodging, as if to pity the ignorance of this giant beast.

The snake's neck hung limply, and the dragon slammed down on the platform, its massive black wings flipped over to cover its own corpse.

The realm collapsed, and Xia Mi finally couldn't support the "Wind King's Pupil" anymore, and fell straight down.

Chu Zihang turned around and pounced on her to catch her, she was as light as a falling leaf.

The dragon gushed blood and fell, and the boy hugged the girl tightly in his arms as if embracing the whole world.

Chu Zihang looked down at his chest, and scorching blood slowly gushed out from the huge wound.

If it weren't for the fact that it was plugged by that sharp claw, the blood in the entire atrium would have been empty in an instant, right?

"Unexpected?" Natsumi asked softly.

It wasn't the angelic girl who fell into Chu Zihang's arms.

She was naked, slender and delicate, but her whole body was iron blue, and the sharp scales slowly relaxed as she breathed.

The scales that pierced the skin and spit out tore the bohemian dress into pieces, the front end of the originally frozen red foot, the black claws replaced the round toenails, the claws of her right hand pierced Chu Zihang's left chest, and the claws of both feet were inserted into Chu Zihang's legs and knees. She tilted her head to look at Chu Zihang, as if admiring his pain at the moment, with a cold smile in her golden pupils.

Lu Mingfei was very entangled, he didn't make a move, he didn't make a move, he didn't know it a long time ago, he didn't come, seeing this person's dragon love emotional drama, he faintly felt a headache.

It's like a Hollywood blockbuster with Korean romance dramas mixed in.

"Your real name." Chu Zihang said hoarsely.

Natsumi jerked his claws back. Chu Zihang pressed the wound with one palm, so as not to pour out the blood from all over his body in an instant.

He stumbled back a few steps and sat down weakly, his blood-stained face devoid of any expression.

He just stared at Natsumi intently, probably trying to see who it was, or something, before the blood ran out.

Natsumi walked slowly over to the dead dragon and stroked his huge head, "He's my elder brother, the dragon's name 'Fenrir', the king of the earth and the mountains. ”

"Fenrir, the wolf born of the evil god Loki and the giantess Alberta in Norse mythology." Chu Zihang whispered.

"yes, so you guessed my name, right?" Xia Mi turned her head to look at Chu Zihang and smiled.

"Jörmungad." Chu Zihang leaned weakly against a broken stone pier, "Fenrir's sister." ”

"Yes," Natsumi nodded, "I'm Jörmungad, the Dragon King." In your human mythology, I am the serpent that surrounds the Atrium. ”

"You should also have a sister Hela, Hela of Death."

"Hela hasn't been born yet," Natsumi narrowed, "but soon." Today is the day of her birth, and here it is. ”

She glanced at Lu Mingfei, who was inactive on the side, and suddenly giggled, just like a girl laughing at a boy peeking at her, full of cold sarcasm.

"Don't worry about Senior Brother, there won't be a third Dragon King tonight. You're right, the four monarchs are twins on their thrones. Xia Mi finished laughing and said coldly, "Hella is the fusion of me and my brother, and it's tonight, right here." ”

She leaned over and kissed the dragon's ruined eyes. The dragon's massive eyes had dried up, and the blood and other fluids inside had been drained, leaving only a pitch-black chasm, as terrifying as hatched eggs.

"You're going to devour him." Chu Zihang whispered. "Yes, I didn't expect humans to be able to deduce this secret from fragmentary history. Our strength comes from our bloodline. But purebloods are not like your lowly hybrids, and you have to try to improve the purity of your bloodline. We have reached the pinnacle, and the only way we can strengthen our bloodline is by mixing in the blood of other pure-bloods. ”

Natsumi sat on the ground, hugged the huge dragon's head, and rubbed her face gently, her face was wrapped in tiny scales, but it was still so beautiful, "When I eat him, our bloodlines will merge, and Hela will be born." Hela wasn't Jörmungad, she wasn't Fenrir, she was the sum of us, but better than both of us combined. ”

"Will you eventually evolve into gods?"

Natsumi nodded, "That's a good point." The so-called Grim Reaper is the queen of the Nibelungen. She can open the door to all the kingdoms of the dead in the world, and that will be the return of the age of mythology, and it is beautiful, but unfortunately you can't see it. ”

"You told me about your brother...... You say he believes in you and that you are everything in his eyes...... He would have had a chance to fight back, but he was surprised because you were in front of him. Chu Zihang's voice was thin, and his blood-stained forehead hair hung down, blocking his eyes, "You could have devoured him a long time ago, why wait until today and spend so much trouble?" ”

Natsumi covered her mouth and chuckled. She suddenly pounced on the dragon's head and pounded the "brother's" face as if she had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

"Because I love him." Xia Mi suddenly stopped smiling and said softly.

Dragons are all neurotics, Lu Mingfei is not the first time to say this, now there is an intuitive existence, Xia Mi raised her head when she said this, tears slipped down her scaly face, and there were so many sorrows pouring out of her golden pupils, like the tide of the sea.

"Don't you think he's not like a dragon at all? He's so stupid, and his IQ is like a four- or five-year-old kid. He has unparalleled power, but he doesn't know how to use it. He'll just follow your ass and call your sister sister and say he's going to hang out. Xia Mi raised her face, let those tears flow, her golden eyes became more and more intense, her facial bones made a "click" sound, twisted, her mouth fissed wide, her teeth protruded like sharp thorns, she was sharply turning into a sad and angry female dragon, "But he is my brother!" Why don't I love him? ”

"But you kept him here...... The gatekeeper of this alchemy labyrinth is actually you, right? You raised him here for food...... You're ready to devour him one day, aren't you? You're waiting for him to hatch completely. Chu Zihang said softly.

"Shut up!" Just in an instant, a series of phantoms flashed, and Xia Mi rushed to Chu Zihang, picked him up and lifted him into the air.

She can no longer be called "Natsumi", and various dragon traits appear on her. Her clothes were torn by scales and bone spurs, she was naked, covered in steely muscles, jaggy bones protruding from her forehead and jaw, her knees bent backwards, and her delicate calves should now be called powerful hind limbs.

She used this hind limb just now to suddenly accelerate, and her figure could no longer be captured by the naked eye.

She is the Dragon King, the Dragon King Jörmungad.

"Am I wrong? Makes you so angry. Chu Zihang actually smiled lightly and coughed up a mouthful of black blood, "Isn't he your food?" A big meal is waiting for you, why don't you hurry up and get seated? ”

"Shut up!" Jörmungard roared, "Do you know the despair of the outcasts? Thousands of years of sleep! A nightmare of endless loops! In the deepest darkness is only you! ”

There was red water running down the corners of her eyes, and she didn't know if it was dragon tears or blood, "And your brother holding your hand...... Will you sacrifice him? He is the only person who has been with you for thousands of years, so many years! Only him...... On the throne of the outcasts, only the king embraces the king for warmth......"

She burst into tears, like a madman, like a girl who had lost her beloved doll.

"But you're still going to devour him, aren't you?" Chu Zihang whispered, "Do you need to say so many fragile words to a human like me? Can I comfort you? You are a dragon, and even if there are only two of you left in the whole clan, you will sacrifice the last person to keep you warm in order to gain power and power...... You are a race where the strong survive, so you are stronger than our fragile human beings, only the strong can survive to the end, and the weak are reduced to food for the same race. You have succeeded, and successful people do not need to shed the tears of the weak. ”

There was a long silence.

Ye Mengjiade held Chu Zihang, two blue-gray figures wrapped in scales, standing at the end of the lonely platform, like some far-reaching sculpture.

"yes, you're right." Jörmungård whispered, and she laughed again, "You're so strange, you're really human?" Aren't you thinking like ours? ”

"It's just a matter of starting from theory to figure out your ideas, my theory class is not bad."

This trough vomits ...... Even Lu Mingfei was ashamed of himself. In the end, it is not to look at the subtlety of the groove skills, but to look at the spiritual realm.

"But he's not food," Jörmungad whispered, and she changed into the tone of the somewhat stubborn girl named "Natsumi," "he's my brother." ”

"You have no choice but to do so. You entered the Kassel Academy for the skeleton of the Lord of Bronze and Fire, right? Devouring a complete monarch can also fuse the heart's blood. Chu Zihang said.

"Your brain must be deprived, right? At this time, I can still have such a clear idea, I really want to applaud you. "But I've been stopped by my kind, and there are many hidden secrets hidden beneath your academy. The Kassel Academy is more than just a gathering place for half-breeds. ”

"So you didn't get food, so you had to fill your stomach with your brother?"

"Because I need strength, I have to be Hela!" Jörmungandr said slowly, "The only way to face our own kind is to rely on overwhelming strength. I can't wait. Stupid human beings, you know us as much as a drop of water in the ocean. You are worried about our awakening, but you do not know that a greater storm is brewing. We are nothing compared to the awakening of something. But the day of his awakening is not far off. ”

"What's that?"

"You don't need to know, it's useless to know."

"yes." Chu Zihang said softly.

The bleeding in his chest had stopped, or rather there was not much blood left in his body, black, dangerous blood spilling all over the ground around him, as thick as asphalt.

"Your strength is far inferior to that of the Lord of Bronze and Fire." He looked up with difficulty, "Why?" ”

"Is this your curiosity as an academic nerd?" Jörmungård smiled, "Yes, you guessed right. It doesn't matter if you tell you, every pair of twins on the throne is different, and we are complementary. In the Lord of Bronze and Fire, Konstantin is actually far stronger than Norton, except that he was born with a disability and can never evolve a huge body, and he is cowardly, no different from a human boy. Of me and Fenrir, Fenrir's bloodline has an innate advantage, and his speech is far superior to mine, but his intelligence is limited to a very low level. ”

"You're his brain, he just needs to trust you." Chu Zihang said.

"Yes, he listens to me for everything."

"This is your father, the Black King, arranged, right? The ones who really have the power have great weaknesses, but they are the food they have prepared for you, and when you have no way out, you can eat them. Chu Zihang whispered.

"Yes," Jörmungård whispered, "they were born to be prepared to be ...... Food. She sobbed and slowly fell to her knees.

Lu Mingfei couldn't see that figure clearly, sometimes he thought it was a crazy monster, and sometimes he thought it was Xia Mi.

He was a little suspicious that the dragon had been disguised as a human for a long time and had become schizophrenic, and perhaps she didn't know if she was Natsumi or Jörmungad.

"It's pitiful, fine." Lu Mingfei restrained his breath and strived to be an air.

"The death knell has sounded, but it's a celebration of the opening of the door of another world." Jörmungandr stopped crying and looked up, "It will be a beautiful day, the sea will break, the great ship of dead man's fingernails will rise from the bottom of the sea, and the god of death Hela and the undead will stand on the boat, to vent their resentment against the world of the living. ”

"Ragnarok?" Chu Zihang asked softly.

"Yes, but you won't live to see that magnificent scene." Ye Menggard stretched out his hand that turned into a sharp claw, and the bone spurs on his fingertips were close together like knives, slowly piercing into Chu Zihang's wound, "But don't be afraid, it will be over soon, as long as I take your heart out, you will become a member of the country of the dead." We're still good friends, and you'll be on my boat. Let's vent our resentment together, resentment is like a black flower, blooming all over the world, it will be beautiful. ”

"As a ...... Deadpool? Chu Zihang's eyes were confused, and his golden pupils were collapsing, "I don't know if Deadpool understands how to appreciate the beauty of flowers......"

"I'll tell you." Ye Mengjia strengthened his strength, and the blade claw cut off Chu Zihang's ribs and sank deep into his chest.

The blade claws came out from Chu Zihang's back, and Ye Mengade's wrists entered Chu Zihang's body.

The only remaining blood gushed out from behind him, and under the extremely high blood pressure, it was like a dragon flying into the air.

"I can't see, I can't see anything." Lu Mingfei said without turning his head and covering his eyes.

The golden pupils suddenly lit up!

Like a cat's eyes when they meet a bright light, the pupils that shoot out of the slit are as sharp as a knife.

Chu Zihang reached out and grabbed Ye Mengade's wrist, tightened it suddenly, and the wrist bone broke in a "click" sound.

Jörmungar cried out in pain. She couldn't pull her hand back, and Chu Zihang's broken ribs were like a trap, clamping her hand firmly.

Chu Zihang kicked Ye Mengaard's chest, making a loud bang and the sound of his ribs shattering.

The two figures separated, Chu Zihang turned 360 degrees, and fell upside down.

Chu Zihang crouched, the scales of his body closed one by one.

He was taking a deep breath, inhaling a huge amount of oxygen, and bloody bone spurs protruded from his body, and the muscles beneath the scales rose and fell like water, and then strained violently. He slowly stood up and flipped his legs backwards with his knees. He faced Jörmungad, bowed slightly, and in his hand was the unsheathed Imperial God Sword Murayu.

"The two-headed dragon fights, and I don't participate. However, the senior brother couldn't be looked at by the mother dragon, and it turned out that the violent blood had gone to a new level, running more and more in the direction of the dragons. "Lu Mingfei is not deceiving himself, he controls himself, this is their dragon's domestic violence, as an outsider, he had better not get involved, it is difficult for a clean official to decide family affairs.

Ye Mengjia looked at Chu Zihang in shock, she was confident that she knew enough about this human being, as long as Lu Mingfei didn't end up, he really didn't end up participating.

Under Fenrir's dragon power, Chu Zihang had already pushed the "Burst Blood" skill to the extremely dangerous "Second Burst Blood".

It seems that even Ange doesn't know that the killing heart can be released again, if the first release is a lion, the second release is probably a tyrannosaurus or something, and at this moment it is enough to shake her as a dragon king...... Three bursts of blood!

This skill can also be advanced to the third degree! The third release was...... The heart of the dragon king?

With a half-blood, infinitely close to the Dragon King.

This would explain how hybrids fought against dragon kings in the long years before science.

It was the power that came from sacrificing the soul.

Chu Zihang looked at her, and his golden pupils seemed to be as cold as freezing.

He didn't seem to know Jörmungad or Xia Mi at all, and all he had left in his eyes at the moment was a brutal murderous intent.

"The state of the unconscious?" Jörmungård whispered, "You're already a Deadpool." ”

She hissed the ancient language, and a new spirit was stimulated, and the realm rapidly expanded. There was a strong ionization and magnetization effect in the field, the rails melted, and the metal droplets were suspended and swirled around Jörmungandr. The shiny droplets kept colliding and burning, the impurities turned into ashes and fell, and the remaining droplets became brighter and brighter.

The dragon king tempered his weapon with words, and finally, these droplets collided and condensed, and in Jörmungad's hands, they turned into a huge weapon with a strange shape, like a sickle that harvested life. Chu Zihang's "Jun Flame" burned again, and the field also continued to expand.

In the "Jun Flame" field with a diameter of ten meters, a layer of air could be clearly seen at the edge of the contact between the two fields, and hundreds of thousands of volts of white-purple static electricity and thousands of degrees of black fire snakes swam on it. The bright places are dazzlingly bright, and the dark places are like black holes.

Both sides kicked the ground at the same time, and the knee joint in the reverse bend erupted with an unusually huge force, and the figure disappeared in the high-speed movement.

Mammals that evolved to walk upright do not have this leg structure, and they belong to the lower creatures of the praying mantis, but they give insects incredible bouncing power, fleas can jump up to 400 times their height, and assuming that humans have the bouncing power of fleas, they can jump up to about 700 meters high. At this moment, the hypothesis became a reality, Chu Zihang and Ye Mengjiade flew in the huge space, and every time they collided, they emitted a deafening roar.

They chase each other and even run against the rock wall in defiance of the Earth's gravity.

Rubble continued to fall from the top, cracking in the air, and the sickles flew in all directions in terror, and were quickly reduced to ashes by the fields on both sides.

Some sickles fell towards Lu Mingfei's body, and before they could get close, a high temperature swept over in an instant, turning into dust and falling one after another, and the breeze hit and blew away the dust.

All the rails were red-hot, cinders were burning everywhere, and there were huge bright spots on the rock walls and even on the top, which were the rocks that had been burned red by Chu Zihang's "Jun Yan".

There were countless red-hot iron filings suspended in the air, rising and falling, as if millions of elves were dancing.

They were electromagnetized by the statics of Jörmungård's realm. Every time the two killers collided, countless metal fragments flew away, and the weapon that Yermungad had temporarily tempered was obviously not as good as the "village rain" of unknown origin, and the worst thing was that those metal fragments were like throwing knives, and they could even cut into the rock wall, and the number was as large as machine gun fire. Ye Mengjia and Chu Zihang landed on the platform at the same time, Chu Zihang paused slightly, and was about to charge again, but Ye Mengjiade hit the ground hard.

The platform was supposed to be able to dock a tank regiment of heavy tanks, reinforced with ten times more reinforced concrete than ordinary platforms, but it shattered in an instant, and the bottomless cracks extended hundreds of meters away, and the rocks rose and turned into powder in the air! The "Earth Dragon"-like structure appeared, and the ground swirled and turned open, and the rubble bloomed everywhere, one by one like twisted snake bones.

This is the power of the king of the earth and the mountain, Jörmungadr can find the "eye" of everything, and inflict a heavy blow from the weakest place, infusing the power into it, destroying it instantly. This is the power of talent, and it is with this power that Jörmungard destroyed the South Railway Station and the "Serpent of the Atrium".

Chu Zihang fell into the crack.

Jörmungård slammed the ground again, and the red-hot rails around them were shaken by the blow, and they bent like snakes, and the sheer force that Jörmungård poured into them twisted them into a spiral.

They all drilled towards Chu Zihang at the same time, and Chu Zihang dodged completely by instinct, but the rails enveloped him like a birdcage, hindering his breakthrough, and a red-hot rail pierced his right chest, tearing his lungs. Chu Zihang slammed into the dead dragon king Fenrir like a cannonball, shattering the hard dragon scales.

Jörmunga descended from the sky, his feet and claws inserted into the concrete floor, and he stood firmly, his bones and wings spread behind him! She waved her hand, and the scarred scythe in her hand shattered. Chu Zihang left hundreds of scars on that weapon.

And Chu Zihang's hand was only left with a bare hilt.

The memorial from that man was ruined, and the "Okami Sword: Murayu" was exhausted as a knife in one impact after another, and its bones and muscles were weakened with each scar left on the scythe.

Chu Zihang threw away the hilt of his knife and leaned on the dragon's bones tiredly.

His pupils gradually cleared, and the blinding gold faded.

The uncontrollable golden pupil extinguished itself on this day, as the master had burned all his blood.

"You're awake." Jörmungandr whispered.

Just like the last time Chu Zihang woke up from a ten-day coma, she waited by the bedside. The dragon-like features of her body were rapidly fading, and the bulging muscles had calmed down; Bone spurs, scales, bony protrusions, and claws are all withdrawn into the body; The terrifying wings slowly folded up, clinging to the back and disappearing beneath the skin; The scarred body is healing at a high rate, and the new skin is as delicate as a baby.

She was Natsumi again, naked, and her skin seemed to glow.

Every curve is youthful and beautiful, clean and clean, and people do not have any evil thoughts.

"It's like a nightmare." Chu Zihang said softly.

"The nightmare is over." Natsumi also whispered.

She walked towards Chu Zihang barefoot, her feet were as crystal as jade, "You're going to die, do you have anything else to say?" ”

"It's Natsumi...... Or to Jörmungadr? Chu Zihang looked at her.

"Yes Natsumi, you don't know what Jörmungadri is."

"Why did you ask me to go to your house?"

Xia Mi was silent for a long time and smiled, "Actually, you wouldn't have died here, if you follow the text message I sent you at the end, get a good night's sleep, and come to my house tomorrow at noon wearing the newly bought clothes." Of course, you won't see me, because there will be no more of me then. According to my plan, tonight will be Hela's birth. But why don't you listen to my advice and come here? ”

Chu Zihang covered his chest and tried his last bit to stop the blood loss, "Don't mind, I just want to have a few more minutes...... I still have a few questions. ”

"Hmm." Natsumi nodded. Chu Zihang looked at her face, "Actually, I should have guessed...... You have a lot of suspicions, and Ming Fei is afraid of you, I thought he misunderstood our relationship, but now that I think about it, he already knows your identity. For some reason he didn't tell me explicitly, but hinted at a lot about your true identity, but I never noticed it, because it felt very familiar when I first met you. Why? Why can't I remember? I always think about it these days, but I can't remember. ”

"We grew up together, I told you. I'm your classmate, and always have been. Natsumi tilted her head, "As two people who have no friends, maybe we are the ones who know each other best." "It's not that I don't believe it, but I really can't remember, so I always want to."

"Have you ever invited a girl to the cinema? She was the cheerleader of the Shilan Middle School basketball team, and once your basketball team was playing against another school, she danced and cheered in her high-heeled boots and shouted your name in the stands. She wears a high ponytail. Xia Mi reached behind her head, grabbed her long hair into a long ponytail, and hummed a song that Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei were familiar with.

The school song of Shilan Middle School will be sung every sports day or major occasion.

"You also invited a girl to the aquarium. She's the head of the dance troupe at Shilan Middle School, and you did a thesis with her. It was very hot that summer, and you went to her house once. Her family lives in an old house, shaded by a big plane tree, and you sort out the bibliography on the table, and she practices on a yoga mat behind you, wearing a black leotard, doing handstands, splitting legs, and somersaults...... But you don't look back, you just say that the room is cool. Natsumi tapped her toes and spun lightly, her neck slender and her legs slender, like a swan treading water.

The human brain is a broken hard disk that is easy to demagnetize, but there are some things that cannot be erased no matter how formatted they are.

At this moment, in the corner of Chu Zihang's broken hard drive, the images of the past woke up forcefully, rushing towards him like a tide.

It's like a herd of wild horses trampling through the wasteland of memory, and it hurts clearly.

He remembered that the cheerleader in a short purple skirt and white high-heeled boots, she combed a high ponytail and smeared makeup with sparkling small sequins on her eyelids, her eyes were so bright that the reflection of the sequins was drowned, and the brother who played the guard poked Chu Zihang's waist with his elbow and said, that girl is looking at you, that girl is looking at you.

and the big plane tree that covered the sky, the cicadas outside chirped vigorously, the cool wind flowed in the hut under the tree, his pencil rustled on the paper, behind him was a silent dance, and the black swans swirled; There is also the dumb little turtle in the aquarium, and the dumb uncle who teaches it to swim with a turtle shell on his back, and the head of the dance troupe points to the turtle's little tail through the glass and laughs.

There is also the somewhat dull Irish musical movie "Once", there is only him and the cheerleader in the huge screening room, the light and shadow change on the faces of the two of them, and the cheerleader is so quiet I don't know if he is asleep...... He even remembered the plot of that movie, telling the story of a wandering singer and his girlfriend who emigrated from Poland, the girl was married and had a family, and the way she could be good to the singer was to play the piano for him, and tried her best to run for him to find sponsorship to help him release a record, and then the singer finally became popular and went to London, and the only thing he could do for the girl was to buy her a piano that she had longed for for a long time.

The singer went to the airport with the guitar on her back, the girl happily played the piano and lived an ordinary life, her husband kissed her forehead, and the only thing left of that nonexistent or dispensable relationship was the piano......

He remembered the blurred faces, all so clear, stacked together, into a girl kneeling beside him.

It turned out that he had been observed all his life, and the dragons that observed him hid very close to him, but they never approached or moved away.

I didn't remember her, I had to remember many things every night, but none of them were related to her.

"I erased your memory, remembering me is not a good thing for you." Natsumi whispered.

"Why are you watching me?"

"Because you carry the imprint of Odin."

"Branding?"

"You've been to the Nibelungen, but not this one. There are many Nibelungens in the world, such as the Bronze City, such as this subway, and people who have been there will be imprinted, just like you take a horse to a pasture blindfolded, and then it can follow the memory back. If you've been to Odin's Nibelungen and bear his imprint, you'll be able to go back. ”

"What the hell is Odin?"

"Don't ask. There are very few people in this world who have seen Odin with their own eyes, and you are one of them. I don't know why you became the person he chose, but I watched you to know something about Odin. Xia Mi smiled, "I can do whatever it takes to do this, and even deliberately use some charm or seduction for you, but you are as indifferent as a stone." It's frustrating. ”

"So that's a seduction......" Chu Zihang said softly.

"What is this? Laughing? Xia Mi tilted her head, and the green silk was like water, "At that time, I hadn't fully learned human things, and I was very clumsy when I was tempted." ”

"You've been learning about humans?" "Hmm!" Natsumi nodded, "You don't know about dragons at all, dragons, like humans, were just children who came to this world at the beginning. ”

"Isn't it God?"

"What a mouth," Natsumi gently stroked his forehead, "God also had a time when he just opened his eyes to see the world, and he didn't understand anything at that time, wasn't he a child?" ”

"So you have to learn, learn how to play a person, too."

"Yes, I'm going to observe a man's laughter and figure out why he laughs; I also want to observe a person's grief, so that I can disguise that grief; I sometimes deliberately get close to some guys to observe their desires for me, or you call it 'love'. When I collected these things bit by bit, I was able to create a Natsumi, a person who never existed in this world. Everything is fake, but this identity allows me to live in the human world. I should have hidden longer so I didn't have to sacrifice my brother. But I don't have time. Natsumi's eyes showed a mournful expression, not like a dragon at all, maybe just disguised to become natural.

"It's you at South Railway Station and Six Flags Amusement Park twice, right?"

"Because there are traces of what I left behind in that document, I can't allow it to slip into your hands. So I hired hunters and hid myself behind the scenes. I'm not trying to take that material, I'm just going to revise the section about me. As for Six Flags Amusement Park, that's my temptation for you, I want to know how far the strongest people in the half-breed can go, it's naturally better to kill you, and if we survive together, it's easier for me to gain trust. Jörmungad paused, "Actually, I didn't expect it to go so well, Senior Brother Lu, he has been hiding his strength, he found out my identity when he first saw me, I don't know why he hasn't moved, maybe it's because of you?" ”

"You didn't dare to test his bottom line, so you came to save me?"

"Part of the reason is that you have revealed the ability to purify your bloodline, and I suddenly thought that I could draw attention to you so that I could hide it deeper, and Senior Brother Lu could see your feelings for Xia Mi. In the end, it was true, I even got permission to enter and leave your ward, and at the same time got the high-level permission from Norma, Lu Mingfei didn't care about me, he took the relationship between friends very seriously. In addition to Norma's help, I have to thank Senior Brother Lu for ignoring me when I went in and out of the ice cellar. Xia Mi bent down, got very close to Chu Zihang, and stared into his eyes seriously.

Suddenly, she chuckled, "Hey! You don't think I saved you for some 'love' sake, do you? ”

"Sounds a bit forbidden, unlikely." Chu Zihang said.

"yes," Natsumi nodded, "unlikely." ”

"It's sympathy!" She grinned suddenly, and laughed again.

"Sympathy?"

"Have you ever tried to observe a person silently in a crowd? Watch him shoot alone on the basketball court, watch him stand in front of the window for hours on end watching the rain, watch him clean up alone after school, practice the piano alone in the piano room. You can't find any gossip or any bright spots in his life, it's boring. You're going to miss me! If I don't want him to die of depression? Can it be less lonely? What kind of cool is this guy, he will die if he smirks happily? "But you find that you don't hate him, because you're just like him...... Separated by people, the observer and the observed are the same. ”

"Lonely?"

"Hmm." Natsumi whispered.

"Bloody mourning? Do pure-blooded dragons also have blood sorrows? Chu Zihang's voice became lower and weaker, and his breathing was like a candle in the wind.

"Hmm." Natsumi nodded, "Have you asked all the questions?" ”

"The last ...... Are you really Natsumi now? ”

Chu Zihang raised his eyes, his dark eyes, and his pupils were dim.

Xia Mi suddenly felt that she had seen that Chu Zihang again, Chu Zihang in Shilan Middle School, taciturn, polite and distant, and understood everything by reading books. At that time, he did not have the golden pupils that marked power and power, and the pupils were so black as lacquer, so clear that they could reflect the clouds and shadows of the sky, and you couldn't help but want to stare into his eyes, which were lonely mirrors that reflected the whole world.

"It's me," she tilted her head and smiled sweetly, "I'm Natsumi, don't think about anything, you just had a dream, and all the scary things you encountered in the dream are fake." I've been guarding you, haven't I? It's like that time you slept for ten days......"

The smile is so beautiful, her face is radiant, her cheeks are still a little baby fat, and there are small tiger teeth at the corners of her mouth.

The flames reflected her body in a beautiful rose-red color, and her hair rose and fell in the wind like a butterfly.

Chu Zihang stared at her for a long time, and slowly opened his arms to hold her in his arms.

Xia Mi didn't resist, this fine dragon is probably too deep in the play, and he feels that his love is so strong that he doesn't hug it, and he seems to be sorry for the only audience.

She knelt, taller than Chu Zihang who was sitting, like a mother holding a tired child in her arms.

She put her face on the top of Chu Zihang's head, gently stroked his hair with one hand, and put the four fingers of the other hand together into a blue-gray blade claw, silently pressing against Chu Zihang's heart.

She raised her claws high and screamed, her pupils burning with golden flames, the sharp thorns hidden in her flesh protruding bloody again, her head horns hideous, and in an instant she turned into a green-faced and fanged demon again.

The bone spurs pierced into Chu Zihang's body, revealing from behind, the two of them were like birds pierced by a bunch of thorns, but Chu Zihang didn't move, and hugged the girl or female dragon in his arms tightly like a sculpture, unwilling to part with her.

Natsumi, or Jörmungad, screamed as if he had been thrown into the hot sulphur springs of hell, and at the same time spasmed violently, and the veins swelled up and protruded from the surface of his body, and there seemed to flow crimson paint in them, like blood, but a hundred times thicker than blood.

Halfway through the dragonization phenomenon stopped, Xia Mi's rugged and concave face recovered little by little, soft cheeks, and a little bit of baby fat.

The blade claws turned into slender human palms, falling limply at their sides. Chu Zihang let go of Xia Mi, stood up with difficulty, and retreated step by step. Natsumi sat slowly on the ground, her long hair hanging down to cover her face.

A folding knife pierced the back of Natsumi's heart, the blade glowing as blood-red as the Philosopher's Stone.

Ange's sidearm, made from fragments of the Atkan Knife of Meneke Cassel, the first leader of the Lionhearts, once wreaked havoc on Constantine's blade, is a dangerous weapon of poison to dragons, like an arsenic-quenched dagger to humans.

The poison had spread through the blood circulation to Jörmungard's body, and the cells were rapidly decaying, and the blood was as thick as lacquer.

"It's the most dragon-like human, it's really well done." She reached behind her back and pulled out her folding knife.

"You're not Natsumi, you're Jörmungad." Chu Zihang said hoarsely.

"Yes, I'm Jörmungad, the Dragon King!" Natsumi raised her head proudly, death was irreversible, but her dignity was inviolable, she was the dragon king Jörmungad. The two of them looked at each other for a long time, both with dark eyes and expressionless expressions, as if they had made up their minds to be enemies until death.

However, it was like a pebble thrown into a glacial lake, and suddenly the ripples opened, and the ice melted, and the water rippled, soft and weak.

Natsumi withdrew her gaze and spat out a key that she had been holding in her mouth. She hung the key on the clasp of the folding knife, threw it at Chu Zihang, and sneered, "It's like I ate your girl...... Go there and find Natsumi, I've left everything she has there. ”

Chu Zihang picked up the folding knife, looked at the key for a long time, and then looked up at Xia Mi.

He hated such silence, it was so silent that it drove people crazy, he wanted to say something, but there were so many things, too late to ask, too late to say, too late to say, too late for everything.

"Goodbye." Finally he whispered.

"Goodbye......" Natsumi also whispered.

The last glimmer of light in her pupils went out, and she fell to the sky, as light as a leaf.

She lay naked on the uncooled cinders, which burned her back and long hair, and were soon soaked in blood.

Bright red blood lining pale skin, the two conflicting colors subtly blend together, reminiscent of the tapestry rose fields of Bulgarian valleys.

This is a funeral, Xia Mi is lying in the coffin, Chu Zihang is a family member, and Lu Mingfei is a pastor.

The girl who loves to sing is buried under the flowers, with her ambition, brutality and mystery.

Lu Mingfei turned his head, took off his coat and handed it to Chu Zihang, his voice seemed to be singing. "The children who love to sing are buried in the soil under the flowers, and the next spring, the new flowers will bloom their smiling faces. She died as a human being. ”

Chu Zihang glanced up at Lu Mingfei, took the coat and put it on Xia Mi. "Thank you"

Chu Zihang circled around, picked up the tennis bag and the black box, and sorted out the contents one by one.

He was still so well organized, as if he was preparing for a long journey. "Let's go."

He carried two things and passed by Lu Mingfei, "There is a subway in the tunnel, and you can go to Fuxingmen along the tracks." ”

"That's it, Xia Mi, don't you bring it back?" Lu Mingfei felt a wave of sadness in his heart, "Although you can't hold the hand of your son and grow old with your son, you can die together." I won't tell the academy. ”

Chu Zihang's dim golden light flashed, he was silent for a long time, and nodded heavily.

"Stuff, I'll take it." Lu Mingfei took the tennis bag and the black box.