Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 244 Girl's Flower Arrangement (Part 3)
Although dragons usually don't talk about science... they are also living beings, and living things will always follow certain established laws, such as life and death.
"I am constantly dying, but also constantly being reborn." Xiyue said, "I am relying on my own vitality to fight against Gungnir. It is hurting me endlessly, and my cells are endlessly regenerating to fill the wounds. Life and death are fighting in my body every moment. The final result will definitely be that I lose, because my regeneration is limited, while Gungnir's wounds are eternal. I look normal now and am talking to you, but it is very likely that I will suddenly lose connection and die in the next second. I don't know when my end will come."
"This weapon is a bug-level foul!"
"So you have to listen carefully. What I am going to tell you next is a weakness that only those who have experienced Gungnir personally can realize." Xiyue said, "The essence of that weapon is a branch of the world tree. Although it has been polished into the shape of a spear, it is not hard enough. If you have the opportunity to face Odin and keep close to Odin, he will not have the opportunity to throw the spear. The length of Gungnir is not suitable for riding and fighting. It is a throwing weapon and will be very slow in close combat. Imagine a giant holding a tree stump and waving it. Can it be faster than a sword? It can use force to accelerate in an attack, but it has no way to defend every vital part of itself in time."
"You told me so many stories because you want me to kill Odin, right?" Lu Mingfei looked into Xiyue's eyes. "He stole your sister's eggs, so of course you have to take revenge on him."
"But I can't do it now, so I have to hand it over to someone else." Xiyue smiled faintly. Apart from her identity, she was actually prettier than Xia Mi. When she smiled, she had the beauty of a thawed glacier and the revival of all things. "I used everything I had to fight Gungnir. I was no longer able to challenge Odin's power."
"Why must it be me, then?"
"I only know you." Xiyue swam out of the water towards Lu Mingfei. She laughed a little exhausted, but still insisted, "You know what? When the dragon clan opened their eyes, they were just children who came into this world. Now is not the era of the dragon clan. The whole planet is the territory of you humans. I don't have anything familiar here. I can rely on my own wisdom and strength to become very impressive. Human reputation, wealth and status are easy for me, but these are useless to me. I just miss my sister very much. She is the only person I am familiar with. I hope I can see her again when I close my eyes, that's all."
Xiyue gently rested her head on Lu Mingfei's shoulder and slowly closed her eyes: "Jörmungandr is still alive, she is by your side, Norton is also alive, I can feel his presence, since they are all willing to choose you, then I am willing too. If I suddenly die one day, please take my dragon bone. For any half-blood, it is an invaluable thing, just consider it as my reward."
Her long hair was hanging on Xiyue's shoulders, her creamy skin was transparent, and her breathing was as light as a gossamer. Lu Mingfei subconsciously wanted to open her arms and hug Xiyue. At this moment, she really couldn't feel that this girl was a dragon. She only felt that she was exhausted. She must have been sleepless while waiting for her to wake up, because she was afraid that if she died now, no one in the world would be able to help her.
Are dragons also innocent children... They are not the same species as humans. Killing something has no moral or right and wrong constraints for them, but they also have feelings, which are sometimes more sincere than humans. Because they don't have anything to pursue, their thoughts are often more pure, right?
"Have a good rest. I'll go out and take a look." Lu Mingfei gently stroked Xiyue's back, just like comforting a pet kitten.
"Well... you will probably be surprised. Remember to change your clothes." Xiyue said softly. She really didn't have the strength to open her eyes. Just as Lu Mingfei thought, from that day until now, she had not only been fighting against , but also had been taking care of Lu Mingfei day and night. She couldn't let Caesar and Chu Zihang come over and see the naked body of the beautiful girl.
Lu Mingfei climbed out of the wooden barrel and took a bathrobe from the hanger. Since there was nothing else at hand, she had to use a hair dryer to dry her hair and then tied it into a small bun.
Outside the bathroom was a long corridor. The wooden boards on the wall had gorgeous patterns, and the lamps were a deep red like agate. Instead of chandeliers, they used wall lamps, which created a low and seductive atmosphere here. To put it simply, the smell of money was everywhere, making Lu Mingfei feel that this might be a luxurious hotel, but there was no card slot used in hotels.
At the end of the corridor was an elevator. The indicator light showed that this was the F3 floor, the lowest floor. The carved door slowly closed and the elevator rose smoothly. Lu Mingfei vaguely heard boiling music coming from above. Although she hadn't seen it yet, she already felt that it seemed to be a very happy place.
The elevator door opened, and the deafening music almost overwhelmed Lu Mingfei's brain. Countless men and women were swaying in the dance floor, and even the ground seemed to follow the rhythm. The girls were all wearing short skirts and high heels, with delicate masks on their faces. Their dance partners were all young men, some of whom were as masculine and muscular as weightlifters, and some were feminine and handsome enough to play the role of the eldest brother. More importantly, their dress was the most important thing. The men were all made up, with sexy purple lips or earrings that were bigger than bracelets, and eyelashes that were longer than the girls'. The suits were backless, but the pants were short enough to show their curves...
What the hell is this? A sissy concentration camp? Lu Mingfei felt dizzy. She really didn't expect Xiyue to be so kind as to bring her to such a place.
Lu Mingfei groped her way out of the dance floor, where there were circular sofas and booths filled with women in fancy dresses. They hugged the men beside them, talked loudly, raised their glasses frequently, laughed, poured wine into the men's chests and beat them. When they were in high spirits, they would ride on their thighs, twist their waists and take pictures to show off. Their friends around them raised their phones to take pictures of this uncivilized scene. They didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all. Instead, they laughed and took out more cards to throw to the waiters to buy more wine.
Only the girls paid the bill. The men who played with them were handsome and had elegant smiles, but they had no intention of taking out their wallets. Lu Mingfei felt that something was wrong.
The dance ended, and the lonely and desolate music sounded. This is traditional Japanese classical music, representing the sorrow of falling cherry blossoms, and things like flowing water that make people feel sad. Listening to this kind of music, the crazy nightclub will instantly travel back to ancient Japan and listen to the era of the great dream of fifty years.
The curtain opened and the stage slowly rose, revealing a backdrop of a cliff with mountains and flowing water. A man in white clothes and red hakama, with a kendo ponytail and a long sword hanging from his waist, was in the shape of Kenshin Himura. A blower blew cherry blossom petals towards him, and his sleeves fluttered in the wind, revealing his well-defined forearms.
Another man walked out slowly from the side of the stage, and the audience immediately screamed "Basara King! Basara King!" The man lived up to his title of King. He was topless, with tight muscles as gorgeous as Bruce Lee's. The makeup made him look covered with scars. With his unruly long hair and the bloodstained curved long knife in his hand, he took big steps and drank the gourd of wine in big gulps, with a wild feeling of singing and laughing at the sky.
"Ukyo, your days of threatening the Daimyo at every turn are over." Basara King stopped behind the man on the cliff and held out his right hand, "Give me Murasame."
"If you want it, you have to come and get it yourself." Ukyo slowly turned around, holding Murasame in his arms. His eyes had never been so arrogant before, as if the guy in front of him was just a bluff, and he could turn him into dust with a snap of his fingers. "You already know this rule."
"Ukyo! Ukyo!" The whole audience cheered, and many women close to the stage opened champagne and sprayed it onto the stage to add to the fun.
"I knew you would say that." Basara King drew his sword, and the cherry blossoms cut through his blade, turning into two rotating falling cherry blossoms that floated into the palms of the audience's hands. Holding it was like holding Basara King's heart. The girl held it to her chest with a happy expression.
"How many times have we fought?" Ukyo asked, his voice as thick as an iceberg.
"It's hard to say. My childhood memories are all about us fighting." Basara King shrugged.
"You have become their lackey after all."
"How can you call me a lackey? Under them, I have status, money, and women. Isn't this the life every man dreams of?" Basara King smiled contemptuously.
"We once swore together to end this miserable world, didn't we?" Ukyo's words revealed a sense of helplessness.
"Don't be silly. How many people do you think you can save with just a knife in your hand? The daimyo has tens of thousands of soldiers under his command. Even if they line up and let you chop them one by one, you will be shot into a hedgehog before killing them all. If you want to change this world, you have to become the master of the world, so I walked towards them. I will take away what belongs to them bit by bit, replace them, and become the new emperor!" Basara King opened his arms and spoke out his ideals loudly, singing a great hymn like a poet.
"You've changed." You Jing was still as cold as ever.
"Yes, I have changed! But I think it's good this way! What about you? My brother, you have killed so many daimyos, but the miserable situation of the samurai and the people below has not changed! Don't you understand? The path you have chosen has always been a mistake! Only by following me can you usher in a brand new world!"
"When you have the idea of replacing them, you become the new evil dragon at that moment. I have no doubt that you will become another daimyo in the future, but will you still have the same original intention as us many years ago?" Ukyo said, "I have seen too many people like you, and without exception, they all ended up miserably."
"Then we have nothing to say." Basara King's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He slowly raised the Dick Tudo, "Let's end this, Ukyo! Let's see who is qualified to be the king of the new world!"
"I have no interest in that position, but I know it can't be you." Ukyo flicked his fingers and ejected Murasame from the scabbard.
There was a long round of thunderous applause as two men danced with swords among the falling cherry blossoms. The swords moved with them and they advanced and retreated in moderation. Every time the blades collided, cold sparks flew and dangerous cold light passed by each other's scalps. What they used was not fancy moves but real sword fighting techniques and every blow was a fight between life and death.
The audience was shocked by the thrilling fight. Most of them had seen fighting performances, but none was as shocking as the one at that moment. It seemed that the actors on the stage were really two brothers heading towards opposition. They knew each other's skills well and knew where the next attack would come from. They did not need to perform their fights but just follow their hearts, because they had really fought many times. The scripts did not seem to be just words, but more like a re-enactment of what really happened.
"It's been a long time since I've gotten excited, Ukyo!"
"I admit that you are amazing, but can you take this move? Basara King!"
"Deep Stinger!"
"Sky-Splitting Judgment - Extreme!"
The two of them recited lines that were extremely embarrassing and second-year, which would have made the maid girls cover their mouths and laugh if they had said that in Akihabara, but here they were greeted only by the women's excited screams. They didn't care whether they were copying Sasuka and Naruto or not, their main point of appreciation was the muscular lines of the two top male gods when they swung their swords, and their resolute gazes and cold and unrestrained manner between the flashing of swords and sabers.
As the two sides fought fiercely, they seemed to have used moves that were like their ultimate moves. Flames rose from Ukyo's Murasame, and Basara King's sword turned black. The two men ran and fought fiercely with swords in hand. The blades rubbed against each other and there was a stalemate. The blower turned the wind to the maximum. Countless gorgeous cherry blossoms fell from the sky and scattered, covering their figures. The cherry blossoms fell like snow. Their blades finally missed each other slowly, and everything pierced into each other's chests as if in slow motion...
The brothers drew their swords at the same time and stumbled backwards. Their eyes were dazed and blood spurted all the way. They sat down weakly, but still stared at each other with the eyes of mortal enemies. It seemed that every fateful duel was like this. There was no final winner in the life-and-death battle. Two strong beams of light shone on Ukyo and Basara King respectively, and the surrounding light sources were extinguished.
"Ahhh, how could this be? Is this how the duel between the brothers will end? Whether it's Ukyo who sticks to his original aspirations, or Basara King who commits treason, will neither of them be able to realize their dreams? No, this cannot be the case. They embrace you with their hands that are used to holding a killing knife and join our flower path. Are you willing to accept their embrace? Are you willing to use your warmth to keep these lost young people? Are you willing to work with them to realize their lifelong dreams? Tonight, at this moment, use your love and warmth to help the lost young people stand up again!"
A voice similar to a narration came from the speakers on all sides. Lu Mingfei, who was used to playing games, felt like this was the coin refill interface of an arcade game. Once you lose, an animation or a young lady trying to perform CPR on the protagonist will pop up, signaling you to put in the coins quickly so that you can get up and fight again.
