Dragon: I am writing your destiny

Finally won, won to nothing, there is no sound of this person's breathing in this world that can make Yuan Zhinv sleep peacefully.

He pressed his face to Yuan Zhisheng's cold face, crying heartbreakingly.

"Brother, don't leave me, I will never disobey you again..."

The word "brother" is still so docile and gentle.

Breaking through layers of shackles, Yuan Zhinv's consciousness suddenly revived at this moment. The extremely evil ghost Kazama Liuli was strong enough to fight Yamata no Orochi, but it disappeared in the cry of the mountain boy.

Yuan Zhinv slowly opened her eyes.

He was still sitting in a pool of blood, holding the cold Yuan Zhisheng in his arms, and the heavy rain was pouring down, washing the blood on the ground to the depths of the red well.

The 'Nightmare Tapir' was dispelled the moment Yuanzhinv woke up, and the dream that Kazama Liuli could not escape was easy for Yuanzhinv.

This is his simple self, that 17-year-old boy in the mountains, he has never hated anything from the beginning to the end, so the nightmare can't trap him.

Just when Yuan Zhinv woke up, Gu Chen walked out of the mirror, and in the gradually collapsing dreamland, he dragged Yuan Zhisheng out of the bathtub.

……

Yuan Zhisheng is still alive, but his heart has almost stopped. In his dream, he was killed. After the dragon transformation, his body is still strong, but his physical signs are weakening.

The bones covering his face were cracked, and blood-red tears slid across his hard, pale face, which was supposed to be unable to cry or laugh again, with a grieving expression remaining.

Yuan Zhinv hugged her brother and wept mournfully, but he woke up too late, Yuan Zhisheng's consciousness was on the verge of collapse, and he didn't realize that he was here at all, and of course it was impossible to open his eyes to see him.

He had longed to meet his brother for so many years, but it was the ghost named Kazama Liuli who finally met his brother.

At this time, lights fell from the sky, as if spotlights on the stage illuminated the actors embracing each other, while Tchaikovsky's dance song "Swan Lake" echoed in the red well.The high-power PA system played this dance music majesticly, as if mourning the massacre between brothers.

The lifting platform descended rumblingly, and the LED lights around the platform lit up, and the colorful lights decorated the simple engineering equipment like a lifting stage.

On that shining stage, someone danced, dancing the steps of the prince in "Swan Lake".

Yuanzhinv raised her head, staring blankly at this bizarre scene.

The dancing figure is wearing a slim tuxedo, with straight trousers and a bright purple shirt, a white silk bow tie, and black and white brogue shoes.

Surrounded by colorful lights, he is so handsome and tall, like a handsome man.

He stepped on every beat, and he spun lightly and lively. Even a ballet superstar would be impressed by this old man's dancing posture.

His dance steps are perfect, the only drawback is that this dance should be sad and hopeless, but he dances it so triumphantly that he almost feels overjoyed.

How could there be such a dancer in the world who seemed so ecstatic in front of other people's blood?

The lifting platform fell to the bottom of the red well, and the old man stepped on the pool of blood, lightly revolving around Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhinv.On the white mask that Yuan Zhinv was extremely familiar with, the smile became more and more cordial.

Yuan Zhinv was so frightened that she almost screamed, but she couldn't make a sound.

General Wang, this unkillable ghost, whose head was crushed by Gu Chen just a few minutes ago, is now dancing and coming back in a well-dressed suit.

Wang Jiang bowed in front of Yuan Zhinv, like an actor taking a curtain call to the only audience.

"What a pity! Such a wonderful performance, in the end only you can enjoy the ending."

Wang Jiang walked a few steps away in front of the figure still standing there, stretched out his hand and shook Gu Chen's closed eyes, and laughed loudly, "You should be very honored, because you are the only one who can know this secret."

He patted Gu Chen on the shoulder vigorously, and said to Yuan Zhinv: "Thanks to you, my good boy, even if this guy is as cunning as a ghost, he can only drink hatred and sink in front of your bloodline and your words."

He slowly took off his mask, revealing the face that once made the entire Japan Jidao as quiet as a chill, and deliberately made a face in front of Gu Chen, even if the person opposite had his eyes closed, his aura was barely detectable.

"It's you!" Yuanzhinv screamed in shock.

The person standing in front of him is the former patriarch of the Saki Hachi Clan, the man Yuan Zhisheng regards as his father and teacher - Tachibana Masamune!

He should have died in the fire under the Tokyo Tower, but now he looks so healthy, it's a spring breeze.

Masamune Tachibana puts on the mask, takes it off again, puts it on again, takes it off again, one moment he is a white-faced evil spirit, the next moment he is a powerful old man, with smiles on two completely different faces, The Gongqing on the mask smiled subtly, and Tachibana Masamune smiled complacently.

He should have smiled more subtly, but he was so happy that he couldn't hide his white teeth when he smiled, like a pomegranate that opened its mouth.

When these two images merged into one, the layers of fog that shrouded everything that happened in Japan suddenly dissipated, and all kinds of doubts became clear.

--Tachibana Masamune and Wang Jiang both possess the genetic technology from Black Swan Harbor. They both raise Deadpool. They are the only survivors left in Black Swan Harbor. Only they can prove each other's identity.

For 20 years, they have been tirelessly looking for God, but the king claims to resurrect God, while Tachibana Masamune claims to kill God.Tachibana Masamune is the patriarch of the Snaki Eight Clans, and Wang Jiang is the leader of the Ghost Clan. On the surface, they appear to be incompatible, but their actions overlap to a high degree.

If they were basically the same person, a lot of things could be explained.

But this assumption is too scary, the only difference between Masamune Tachibana and the general is the mask?

"Surprised, aren't you? I like your expression now!" Tachibana Masamune said brightly: "My clever boy, I think you have already guessed a lot, but the complete truth can only be revealed to you by me. With your limited IQ, you can only guess a small part forever."

He stretched out his index finger and shook his head, "I am very happy to explain it to you, because success that no one knows is so lonely. Although I will soon have to endure loneliness, every creature sitting on the throne is lonely .”

Yuan Zhinv hugged Yuan Zhisheng, kicking the muddy ground back and forth. In his eyes, Tachibana Masamune without a mask was much more terrifying than the king general wearing a mask. A wave of ferocity that would jump over and eat people at any time.

Tachibana Masamune took a deep breath, "That's right, Tachibana Masamune and Wang Jiang are the same person, but one wears a mask and the other doesn't. I am your teacher and your brother's teacher. I command the demons, He also commanded the Bajia of Snake Qi.

You are too unambitious, without me, you will not be able to find God in another 1000 years.It was I who taught you to hate each other and fight each other, so that you will find God at all costs, because no one wants God in the other's hands. "

"Who the hell are you?" Yuan Zhinv's voice was hoarse.

"Dr. Jung von Herzog, the youngest scientist in the Academy of Sciences of the Third Reich, the only person in charge of Black Swan Harbor, and the human being who knows dragons best in the world." Tachibana Masamune pointed to his head, "Although I can't compare to you in blood, but I think like a dragon."

He took out a silver cigarette case from the inside pocket of his suit, took out a Russian-made cigarette from it, and tapped slowly on the case to make the tobacco more compact.

Herzog put the cigarette in his mouth indifferently, "How can the limited mind of human beings compare with the wisdom of dragons? Whether it is greed or ambition, there must be matching abilities."

As he said, he bent down triumphantly to grab the suitcase in Gu Chen's hand, "Bring it here!"

But... no tugging.

"Huh?" Herzog froze for a moment, subconsciously raised his head.

The rain was misty, and the originally silent figure opened his eyes at some point, looking down with fierce golden pupils.