Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei wants to reach a perfect ending

This is the so-called tragedy of fate. Even if you already know that the path you have chosen will lead to a tragic ending, when you choose again, you will still involuntarily choose the path whose ending you know.

Yuan Zhisheng sighed again. At this point, he already knew what his brother's words were.

The Word Spirit Dream Tapir is a legendary word spirit that can control the mind. When it is cast, it will create a field around it. In this field, the Dream Tapir will create a nightmare that scares the enemy the most.

And the most terrifying thing about the nightmare tapir is that it will not hide the fact that it is just a nightmare. It will lay out all the information clearly and tell the person in the nightmare that it is a dream. But even so, the person trapped in the nightmare cannot escape from it and can only continue to sink in the vortex of the nightmare.

Finally, it becomes the spiritual nourishment of the nightmare tapir.

Yuan Zhisheng was like those people who were trapped in nightmares at this moment. He knew very clearly that what he was facing was a nightmare, a nightmare that happened when he was seventeen years old. But he knew helplessly that he could not escape from this nightmare.

Yuan Zhisheng's heart was so firm that he could endure the pain of being hit by a sword or an axe, but he could not escape from the nightmare that had been buried in his heart for so many years.

Accompanied by the pitch-black night, Minamoto Chisei once again set out on the road to Kadori Shrine.

The cool night breeze blew across Yuan Zhisheng's clothes, blowing up the corners of his clothes, and also blew up the branches and leaves of the woods on both sides, making a rustling sound.

But there is no other sound here except the sound of wind and flowing water, no chirping of insects and birds, no calls of animals, only a dead silence that is not yet silence.

Yuan Zhisheng's figure suddenly stopped. He saw the stone kegs placed on both sides of the road in front of him. They were still placed here as they were many years ago. The rain splashed on the leaves above their heads and gradually fell on the wet soil on the ground, making the originally clean stone kegs now stained with mud after the rain.

But then Yuan Zhisheng moved again and gave up praying here because he didn't know what he wanted to pray for.

Should I pray for myself to survive this battle, or pray for the little girl to survive this battle.

These were not what he was thinking. What he wanted to do at the moment was to take the little girl with him to the underworld.

If in reality he had to sacrifice the little girl for the sake of justice, then when they reached the other side of Hades where there was no dispute, could they become a pair of close brothers again?

Yuan Zhisheng's golden eyes lit up again, and his dark eyes were like lanterns, lit up at that moment, illuminating the surrounding darkness and the road leading to the small town with some lights.

As he walked forward with the intention of dying, an evil ghost suddenly appeared behind him. His specific shape could not be seen under the rain, and only a pair of golden eyes as bright as Yuan Zhisheng's could be seen.

Those golden eyes contained undisguised murderous intent and hatred that was like a raging wave.

"Brother, I can't wait any longer. Please walk faster to the stage I set up for you. We are going to start a new performance."

The crisp whisper was drowned out by the sound of rain, but the pair of golden eyes revealed the owner's impatience.

When Yuan Zhisheng walked to the school playground, he stopped again. He looked at the familiar sewage well. In every nightmare, he could always dream about this well clearly.

And the heavy manhole cover on top of it, which he had put there himself. He buried his brother's young daughter's body in it, depriving him of his last ray of light.

Next, he did not choose to go straight forward, but chose to bypass the gymnasium and go through a more remote but familiar forest path to reach the back of the gymnasium.

The stadium used to be a very beautiful building. When the sunlight hit its glass exterior, it refracted colorful colors, like circular rainbows engraved in the air.

But compared to this, Yuan Zhisheng was more familiar with the abandoned basement of the gymnasium, where all the unwanted equipment and garbage of the school were piled up, and there was mold everywhere.

No one wants to play there, but the brothers Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhinu are different from others. They treat this abandoned basement as their own private space, where they can avoid everyone and have their own space.

Here, they can do anything, just pull out a gym mat and place it on the moldy ground, where they can lie down and imagine what might happen in the future.

Gen Chisei wanted to take his younger brother Gen Chinuo out into the future and become a big shot in Tokyo, but Gen Chinuo didn't have so many ideas. She just wanted to follow her brother. As long as her brother was by her side, she could be anywhere.

"Brother, why don't you go in? Are you scared, or are you afraid to face your past memories?"

The voice of Kazama Ruri suddenly appeared behind Gen Chisei, but when Gen Chisei turned around, he did not see Kazama Ruri.

"After all, who could have thought that Amaterasu, the future emperor of the Snake Eight Clans, would have his nightmare at the age of seventeen?"

"Brother is really unexpected. Under such a strong appearance, he actually hides such a cowardly heart."

Fengjian Liuli did not hide her sarcasm. It was obviously her decision to push the sword into her brother's heart, but the funny thing was that this actually became a nightmare in Yuan Zhisheng's heart.

Yuan Zhisheng did not answer. He held his breath and tried to capture the location of Fengjian Liuli through the subtle movements around him, but to no avail. Even though the sound was so clear, there was not even a trace of breathing around.

"This is your nightmare, brother. I am the user of the Word Spirit Dream Tapir. This is my home turf. How could you have such a ridiculous idea to find me in my home turf?"

The clear voice of Fengjian Liuli, like flowing water, rang out in all directions, and at the same time, he let out a laugh as loud as a bell, as if Yuan Zhisheng's idea made him feel very ridiculous.

"No, this is more than just my nightmare."

Yuan Zhisheng gave up the idea of ​​looking for Fengjian Liuli. Perhaps as Fengjian Liuli said, this was his home court, so he could only wait for the moment he showed up.

He looked ahead, his bright golden eyes showing no ripples.

"Girl, this is your nightmare too. To be more precise, this is our nightmare."

"It is precisely because this is our nightmare that it feels so real, as if we are reliving the choice we made back then."