Dragon Clan: Restart your life

"Come."

Akira Sakurai stood barefoot on the beach and stretched out her hand to Mako who was standing on the steps.

Mako's mouth curled up, and he took his hand and jumped down.

The beach is uniquely quiet at night, and the sound of the waves echoes soothingly in my ears.

They walked hand in hand on the beach, occasionally passing by a few hermit crabs hiding in their shells and blowing bubbles.

Not long ago, Sakurai Akira accompanied Mako to find Mako's former father, the man who promised Mako that he would definitely come to pick her up.

They stood by the traffic light on the street, looking at the happy family of three on the other side of the sidewalk. The man was still the same man, but he was more than ten years older. The woman beside him was changed, and there was a teenage girl between them.

Mako didn't come forward, she just held his hand and stood on this side of the road, watching the family of three leave.

During this period, the man happened to turn around and look across the road. Mako took his hand and squeezed him hard at that moment, as if he lost control.

It's just that the man saw them, but his eyes didn't linger too much. Maybe in his eyes, they were just a couple that could be seen everywhere on the roadside that night.

That night, they stood on the side of the road for a long time, and they never left even when the family of three on the opposite side disappeared from sight.

Sakurai Akira took the initiative to put his arms around Mako and rest her head on his shoulder.

He didn't look at Mako, he just raised his head and looked quietly at the night sky behind the staggered antennas, feeling his shoulders getting wet silently.

At that moment, Sakurai clearly understood one thing. Mako was not strong enough to withstand everything. She would need a shoulder to lean on just like tonight.

Later, Mako said that she had actually guessed it a long time ago, but she didn't blame him.

She knows very well that things in this world can never be solved by just being cruel. The feeling of powerlessness is always around us, and life is always full of shackles and restrictions. It is precisely because of this that human beings are so eager for power. , as if holding the power can sweep away all the things that make people feel weak and painful.

She asked Mingjun again, do you know why people always yearn for the stars and the sea?

It’s because the world is full of suffering, and what you want is always hard to get. Not many of your wishes come true, but they all backfire.

Because the world is too bitter, we should place our affection on the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and look at the untouchable sea of ​​stars, just like we are standing here, but we always yearn for the distant sky.

At that moment Sakurai Akira stared at Mako's side face. The girl in front of him seemed to have learned "habits" in those years of pain.

She is used to the hardship and powerlessness of life, but she always holds longing and hope for the future.

"Mako, I like you."

He mustered up the courage to say so.

There are always some girls in this world that are lovable. Who wouldn’t like a Mako like this?

Looking at Mako's unusually dull face, Sakurai knew that he would accompany Mako through the rest of his life.

…

The aroma of barbecue floated in the distance, and along with the sea breeze, it floated in front of Sakurai Akira and Miyamoto Mako.

The girl sniffed, her eyes lit up, she let go of Sakurai Akira's hand, and ran barefoot on the beach.

She put her hands behind her back and turned around, her skirt flying in the sea breeze. She stepped back and said with a sweet smile: "If you hold on to me, I will accept your confession."

Immediately they ran towards the source of the barbecue, and Akira Sakurai finally managed to hold the girl's hand again before the end.

The sound of the ocean tide was lingering, the night clouds hiding the moonlight were blown into the distance, and the two shadows on the beach were getting closer and closer.

"Ahem." Someone sighed, "Careful about your image, young people. Don't do this in front of old people like us. It will only make you sad."

The middle-aged man with stubble sat in front of the barbecue stall, fanning himself in front of the charcoal fire, and sighed with drooped eyebrows.

The two people were separated as if they were electrocuted and looked at the middle-aged uncle.

"Would you like a skewer of giant squid?" The uncle suddenly said enthusiastically, "For a limited time, buy one and get one free. How about Mingjun, if you don't want to give Xiao Zhenzi two skewers."

When they heard their names from each other's mouth, the two of them instantly became alert.

Sakurai Akira stared at the man, with red gold appearing in his pupils, while Miyamoto Mako narrowed his eyes and looked at the man's movements and behavior.

Since the other party can know their names and has set up a barbecue stall in this deserted place, it means that he has insight into their movements in advance and knows their identities well.

How could such a person really be the owner of the barbecue stall?

But the more he looked at it, the more solemn Mako's heart became.

She couldn't see any flaws. This man seemed to be just a roadside stall selling barbecue, but how could this be possible?

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster, but when things go wrong, people are all crowded here, so there is no possibility of leaving at will.

After figuring out the joints, Miyamoto Mako smiled lightly, took the initiative to drag Sakurai Akira to the stall, and glanced at the ingredients:

"Then please boss, please give us a bunch of everything."

"Hey, great customer." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "Just wait."

After saying that, he quickly started to take out the skewers and flip them over the charcoal fire, smearing the oil and sprinkling the chili noodles. His movements were skillful and there was no trace of unfamiliarity.

Judging from the craftsmanship, this is definitely not the work of ordinary people setting up stalls on the roadside.

"Uncle, where are you from?"

While waiting, Mako asked seemingly casually.

The middle-aged man didn't even raise his head and said cheerfully: "Biology does not recognize me as a human being."

Akira Sakurai noticed that Mako held his hand and pulled away, writing a word on his palm - Dragon.

His heart trembled. Is this person a dragon? !

"Uncle is really good at joking." Mako covered his mouth and smiled, "If it's not a human, is it a dragon?"

"Yes, yes, the little girl is smart." The middle-aged man gave a thumbs up in appreciation, "Do you want it to be spicy?"

"Uncle is really good at joking. Now even the next generation may not dare to appear in front of our Mingjun." Zhenzi smiled, "It needs to be spicy, uncle, please add more."

"Yes." The middle-aged boss sighed, "Double blood source mark, [Baqi] and [Emperor], even if they are incomplete versions, let alone the second-generation species, generally the first-generation species may not dare to run in front of you. On the contrary, It’s not necessarily because I’m afraid of you, I really don’t want to have anything to do with you.”

After that, he sprinkled a handful of chili powder.

"Here, the big squid is ready, let's eat first." He handed over two skewers of barbecue and said to himself, "But, I don't care, anyway, someone is about to come to my door, so I just wanted to see you. What’s so great about the little guy who’s been favored by His Majesty?”

After saying that, he raised his head and looked at Akira Bansakurai from beginning to end seriously.

A cut.

"It doesn't look good either." He shook his head, "Do you want to separate the grilled fish for you?"

"Okay, sorry to bother you, boss." Miyamoto Mako said with a smile, "Mingjun does look stupid, but the core of a person is the most important."

"Kernel?" The boss raised his head, held a cigarette in his mouth, and said, "It's hidden too deeply, and you can't see it at all."

Sakurai Akira said helplessly: "Sir, who are you? What do you want from us?"

"Call me Nip." The middle-aged man smiled, "I can be considered your senior."

"senior?"

Sakurai Akira and Mako looked at each other, and Mako said thoughtfully: "Senior, was he also chosen by the adults?"

"So be it." The man who called himself Nip laughed.

"Senior came to us tonight. Do you have any advice?"

"Indeed." The man looked at Mako admiringly, "I'm here to remind you that there is no time for romance. You need to stand by his side."

Sakurai Akira's expression darkened, and he said angrily: "What do you mean? Someone wants to take action against you?"

"No, no one in this world can take action against him, but there are many ways to imprison or harm a person." The man said quietly, "I hope that you can stand behind him when he needs it, just like He stood behind you."

Miyamoto Mako stared into the man's eyes: "What about you, senior?"

"Me?" The man shook his head, "I am no longer qualified to stand behind him."

"Why?"

"Because we've made more than one mistake before."

"Is it serious?"

"It's very serious, so serious that we can't even forgive ourselves." The man paused, "So I'm here to warn you, don't make the wrong choice."

"Then senior, why don't you explain clearly what the mistake was, so that we can avoid it in advance in the future."

The middle-aged man was silent for a long time and then said: "All I can say is, don't push him further and further away."

This answer was obviously difficult for the two of them to understand, but the man seemed not ready to continue.

While turning the skewers, he talked to the two about what they had and didn't have.

"How did Mingjun meet His Majesty?"

"Hey, he took the initiative to find you? Well... what about Mako, the same?"

"Mingjun must guard him carefully. I have never seen him give two blood source marks at the same time."

…

After all the skewers were cooked, the man put out the charcoal fire and said with a smile that he was leaving.

Sakurai Akira was stunned for a moment, not expecting the other party to leave so simply.

"Senior, have you ever seen Sir? Recently." Miyamoto Mako looked at his back and asked suddenly.

The man who had just turned around and was about to leave stopped and turned around and said, "No, to be honest, I don't dare to go. I don't know how to face him, and I'm afraid that he might forget about me."

He made a mistake and did not dare to face the adults, but he was also afraid that the adults would forget him.

This sentence seemed contradictory, but Miyamoto Makoto heard the real reason why the other party did not dare to go.

"Senior... you are really timid." Miyamoto Mako lifted up her slightly messy hair, "Are you just really willing? Maybe, he also wants to see you."

The man didn't reply, he just looked at the sea under the night sky, smiled and left.

Sakurai Akira looked at his leaving back, feeling a little confused.

Miyamoto Mako was silent for a long time and whispered: "Mingjun, we are about to set off."

"Go to the adults?" Sakurai Akira asked tentatively.

"Well." Mako said softly, "Sir, we may be in some trouble."

"Who was that person just now?" Sakurai Akira frowned.

"She should be your lord's former subject, just like you and me."

…

The middle-aged man who left the beach put his hands in his pockets and walked alone through the crowded streets at night.

He answered the phone and said that I had gone to see the little guy named Akira Sakurai. Who is missing now?

The voice coming from the other side of the phone was clearly Qilan.

"There are two other members of the Presbyterian Church. I have found traces of one of them, and I will leave the remaining one to you."

"Okay." The man responded softly, "I hope what you said is true."

There was a wry smile on the other end of the phone, "I hope this is all fake."

Qilan hung up the phone in a hurry. From the sound, it seemed like he was about to get on the plane.

The middle-aged man put away his mobile phone and stood in the crowded street, looking up at the city that never sleeps.

Chilan found him not long ago and came with a letter from Edcho.

There was only one sentence in the letter - this time, it's up to us to do something.

What are they going to do?

The men didn't know very well, but they felt that they should do something, not for themselves, but for His Majesty's sake.

Is this atonement? Or is it because he is afraid of settling the score later?

Men don't think so.

They just want to do something.

The night seemed to pass slowly.

He stood on the street and watched as the bustling crowd finally dispersed, leaving him alone on the street.

From late night to early morning, he waited for the dawn and the warm sun rising from the sea level.

He squinted and looked at the dazzling sun that was gradually hanging in the sky. He slowly stretched out his hand to block the sunlight falling into his eyes. The edges of the skin of his palms showed a warm red color.

…

…

"The analysis progress...has reached 75.6%!"

An artificial intelligence named Wu Ni jumped out in front of Frisis and awakened the sleeping king.

Frisis opened his eyes, and the confusion in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

He suddenly stood up and ordered: "Set off accurately, target Avalon!"

"What are you ready for?" the woman behind her said with a smile, "You are the only one going there anyway."

Frisis turned around and said coldly: "What are your temporary plans?"

"Hey, there's no point in asking me to go there." The woman shrugged, "I've roughly confirmed the coordinates of the Nibelung in Siberia, and I'm going to go take a look first. You can do it alone in Avalon. Solve it?"

Frisis frowned and said nothing, but took a deep look at Ouroboros, turned around and strode away.

After watching Frisis leave, Ouroboros looked at Wu Ni with a smile. She knew that the last moment had finally arrived.

Her dear prince... seems to be in Siberia now?

…

…

2011, late autumn. Deep in northern Siberia.

This is the northernmost part of Siberia, close to the vast Arctic Ocean.

The sun in the sky was as warm as a boiled egg, unable to warm the ground.

But this is the last sunshine of the year. The polar night will begin soon, and the sun will not rise again in the next few months.

The faint sound of wind fell from the sky, and a black helicopter flew low in the sky like a giant bird. Someone jumped out of the helicopter and landed on the endless snow.

He waved his hand to the helicopter staying in mid-air, turned around, and plunged into the vast world.

Dark cirrus clouds swooped over from the north, and the snow dust on the sea surface was rolled up, like a white sandstorm, with the dust head dozens of meters high.

The blizzard is coming.