Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 410 Rainy Night, Highway, Maybach (3)

"What he carries is very heavy." Chu Zihang's eyes were rarely confused. When he mentioned Chu Tianjiao, he felt more regretful.

The tragedy of fate is that no matter where we stand, we can never find the optimal solution.

Leaving his father behind to escape alone is cowardly as a son.

Allowing his son to die with him is a failure as a father.

"He tried his best to disguise himself as an ordinary person and live like an ordinary person. But he was also very busy, so busy that he could not take care of his family." Chu Zihang closed his eyes. After he had qualified reasoning qualities, the first person to be reasoned with was his father.

"There was an accident in his life, my mother and me. The divorce was painful but also a relief for him. He always seemed to try his best to keep a distance from us, which seemed like a kind of protection." Chu Zihang's tone gradually softened: "He... has another side that I have never seen."

Maybe he is still as talkative as before, maybe he still looks like he has no future.

The room was quiet for a long, long time.

Zero no longer has any reasonable yet unreasonable questions.

Chu Zihang opened his eyes and stared at the computer screen in a daze.

The screen was showing the news about that day, with a photo of Chu Zihang when he was fifteen years old at the end.

In the photo, he was standing in the emergency lane, his hair was soaked, his eyes were dull, and he looked as if he had been shattered by the whole world.

"Well, well..." Lu Mingfei scratched his head, "Should we make a plan?"

"Yes." Chu Zihang circled the "Black Prince Group" on the notebook and said softly, "Let's find out more about the Black Prince Group in the next few days."

“Understood!” Lu Mingfei slammed the table to show his determination.

I didn't expect that my stomach would growl loudly after this slap.

From morning to evening, I just had one meal and I am a little hungry.

"Um...should I go buy some food?" he asked tentatively.

"I'll look up relevant information about the Black Prince Group." Chu Zihang said.

Zero stared at a corner of the room and said, "I split the bed into three."

"Ah?" Lu Mingfei opened his mouth and pointed at Han Qiu's bed, "Divide it into three?"

"Well, you guys always sleep on the floor, which is not good." Ling got up and walked towards Han Qiu's bed, lifted the bed sheet and looked at the structure, "When you come back, bring me a hand saw, some long screws, and some thicker wooden boards."

Ling slept quite comfortably today, but Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang who slept on the floor were not so comfortable.

Lu Mingfei was used to being down and out, so he would sleep wherever he lay down. Chu Zihang, on the other hand, hadn't slept the entire day, relying on meditation to stay in shape.

"Oh, okay." Lu Mingfei put on his hat and prepared to go out.

I imagined Han Qiu's expression when he returned home again. Now it was not as simple as the key not being able to open the door.

Surprises piled up one after another. After forcing the door open, he found that his big bed had turned into three small beds... Han Qiu should cry, right? Lu Mingfei thought.

It is quite reasonable to turn a big bed into three small beds. Tao gives birth to one, and one gives birth to three.

Lu Mingfei couldn't hold back his laughter and laughed out loud while standing in the elevator. Fortunately, he was the only one in the elevator.

He put away his useless thoughts and started thinking about serious matters.

For example, what food should I buy later, and what is more suitable for my taste.

For example, how should I carry back so many things like hand saws and wooden boards? A snakeskin bag would not work, so I had to change to a bigger one.

What should I use?

As the elevator door opened, he pressed down the brim of his hat, thought about nothing, and raised his alertness to the highest level.

……

"A-choo! A-choo!" Han Qiu sniffed.

Su Xiaoqiang handed over two tissues.

The service area outside the car is quite busy. Now is the stop on the return journey. We will take a short rest before setting off again. It is expected to arrive in Shanghai in five hours.

In Han Qiu’s words: The little angel is going back to her original life!

Youth can be crazy, but it cannot be crazy forever. Just like life, there are poetry and distant places, but most of them are not poetry and distant places, but just living a mediocre life.

"Are you catching a cold? You've been sneezing for almost half an hour." Su Xiaoqiang asked.

Han Qiu wiped his nose and thought, how can I catch a cold with my bloodline? Impossible?

Principal Angers is so old, he is considered the oldest among the old men. He smokes and drinks, and occasionally he picks up a knife to kill a dragon. Even with such an unruly lifestyle, he has never been sick!

Can the gap between S-level and S-level be so big?

"Probably not." Han Qiu's tone was a little unconfident.

"Is your forehead hot?" Su Xiaoqiang was a little worried.

Han Qiu touched it himself and said, "It's not hot. It's okay."

"Are you sure?" Su Xiaoqiang leaned forward and extended his right hand towards Han Qiu from between the two seats.

Han Qiu instinctively turned his body to avoid it, "Men and women should not touch each other."

"Kiss your head, I'm just worried that you really have a cold and will feel dizzy while driving. Who cares whether you live or die, I'm afraid I will be buried with you!" Su Xiaoqiang put his hand directly on Han Qiu's forehead.

After feeling it for a while, he took it back and said with satisfaction: "It's really not hot."

"Maybe someone is scolding me." Han Qiu said: "As for being buried with him...if possible, I want to be buried in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, together with him."

"roll!"

"Okay!" Han Qiu started the car without saying a word.

"I haven't used the toilet yet, I need to go to the toilet!" Su Xiaoqiang grabbed Han Qiu's neck, "Turn off the engine, turn off the engine!"

"Turn it off, turn it off! Little angel, you are getting more and more irritable."

"I'm mad at you." Su Xiaoqiang opened the car door.

In the car, she is a hot-tempered girl, but out of the car, she is an elegant, beautiful, and youthful angel.

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Beowulf imitated Ange's way of playing with his folding knife, and smiled at the information submitted by each family on the computer screen.

"Is all your attention on Han Qiu? Interesting." He didn't know who he was talking to.

A response came from the darkness: "Everyone knows that Han Qiu is with Jörmungandr. Who can bear such temptation? A walking dragon bone cross."

"That requires the ability. Do you think the Dragon King is so easy to kill?" Beowulf sneered, "Anger has produced a bunch of idiots and trash."

"How can a family that sits back and enjoys the fruits of others' labor think so much? What's the old saying? Born in adversity, die in comfort, right!"

“Are you showing off your Chinese?”

"At least I stayed in CN for a long time." The man in the darkness said proudly.

Beowulf scoffs at the experience: "While I was fighting dragons, you were still learning from your teacher."

"You are a warrior, and I am a technician. We cannot be compared."

"What about politics? How much do you know?"

"A little bit at a time. The old rogue is better at it."

"Well, you've been learning how to act all these years, so you don't have the energy to learn anything else," said Beowulf.

The one in the darkness was obviously dissatisfied: "You can't say that. I have made great progress in alchemy technology, okay? I have also trained several good students."

"I am not interested in these things. Now I just need to consider the current situation. I have to do something, such as... deploying the things in the ice cellar."

"Are you crazy? Those things are out of control."

"I believe that the students in Angers have the ability and the corresponding sense of responsibility."