Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

"Come."

Akira Sakurai stood barefoot on the sand and reached out to Mako who was standing on the steps.

The corner of Mako's mouth curved, and he jumped down with his hand.

The beach under the night is so quiet, and the sound of the tide echoes in my ears soothingly.

They held hands and walked on the beach, occasionally passing a few hermit crabs hiding in their shells and spitting bubbles.

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

They stood by the traffic lights on the street, looking at the happy family of three across the sidewalk. The man was still the same man, only ten years older, and the woman next to him was changed. Between them was a teenage girl.

Makoto didn't go forward, just took his hand, stood on the side of the road, and watched the family of three go away.

During this period, the man just turned his head and looked across the road. Makoto held 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 long. Maybe in his eyes, they were just a couple of young lovers who could be seen everywhere on the roadside that night.

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

Akira Sakurai took the initiative to reach out and embrace Mako, resting her head on his shoulder.

He didn't look at Mako, but raised his head and quietly looked at the night sky behind the interlaced antennas, feeling his shoulders being wet silently.

Sakurai knew one thing at that moment, Mako was not strong enough to resist everything, she would need a shoulder to rely on just like she did tonight.

Later Mako said that she had already guessed it, but she didn't blame him.

She is very clear that things in this world can never be solved by just being ruthless. We are always surrounded by powerlessness, and life is always full of shackles and restrictions. It is precisely because of this that human beings yearn for power so much. , as if holding power, you can wipe out everything that makes you feel powerless 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. There are so many wishes that come true, but everything backfires.

Because the world is too bitter, we should put our love on the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and look at the hard-to-reach stars and seas, just like we stand here, but always yearn for the distant sky.

At that moment, Akira Sakurai stared at Mako's side face, and the girl in front of her seemed to have learned "habit" from the pain of those years.

She is used to the suffering and powerlessness of life, but she always has 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 people love, who wouldn't like such a Mako?

Seeing Mako's rare dull little face, Sakurai knew that he would accompany Mako through the rest of his life from now on.

……

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

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

She turned her back with her hands behind her back, her skirt fluttering in the sea breeze, and she smiled sweetly as she stepped back and said, "Catch me, I accept your confession."

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

The sound of the sea tide lingers, the night clouds hiding the moonlight are blown into the distance, and the two shadows on the beach are getting closer.

"Ahem." Someone sighed, "Pay attention to your image, young man, don't do this in front of old people like us, it will only make you sad."

The middle-aged man with stubble was sitting in front of the barbecue stall, fanned by the charcoal fire, and sighed with drooping eyebrows.

The two separated like electric shocks looked at the middle-aged uncle.

"Would you like a bunch of big squid?" The uncle suddenly said enthusiastically, "Buy one get one free for a limited time, how about it, Mingjun won't give Xiaozhenzi two skewers."

When they heard their name from the other party's mouth, the two became alert instantly.

Akira Sakurai fixed his eyes on the man, red gold appeared in his pupils, while Mako Miyamoto narrowed his eyes, looking at the man's up and down and behavior.

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

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

But the more you look at it, the more dignified Mako's heart becomes.

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

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, but when the incident is imminent, people are all blocked here, so naturally there is no possibility of leaving at will.

After figuring out the joints, Mako Miyamoto smiled slightly, and took the initiative to pull Akira Sakurai to the booth, and glanced at the ingredients:

"Then trouble the boss to give us a bunch of everything."

"Yo, big customer." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Wait."

After all, he quickly started to take the skewers and turn them over the charcoal fire, spread the oil and sprinkle the chili noodles, the movements were skillful without a trace of unfamiliarity.

It seems that this craft is definitely not a plainclothes stall on the roadside.

"Where is uncle from?"

While waiting, Mako asked seemingly casually.

The middle-aged man didn't raise his head, and said cheerfully, "Biologically, I don't recognize that I'm human."

Akira Sakurai noticed that Mako took his hand and pulled away, and wrote a word on the palm of his hand - dragon.

His heart shuddered, is this person from the Dragon Clan? !

"Uncle really knows how to joke." Makoto covered his mouth and smiled, "It's not a human, is it a dragon?"

"Yes, yes, the little girl is smart." The middle-aged man gave a thumbs up and praised, "Would you like to add more spice?"

"Uncle really knows how to joke, even if it is the next generation species, it may not dare to appear in front of our Mingjun." Makoto smiled, "It needs to be spicy, please add more."

"Yeah." The middle-aged boss sighed, "Double blood source imprint, [Baqi] plus [Emperor], even if they are all incomplete versions, let alone the second-generation species, the general first-generation species may not dare to run in front of you. It's not necessarily because I'm afraid of you, I really don't want to get involved with you."

After all, he sprinkled a handful of chili noodles.

"Come on, the big squid is ready, let's eat first." He handed over two skewers of barbecue, and said to himself, "Well, I don't care, I'm about to be approached by a guy anyway, and I just want to see you What is so great about the little guy His Majesty favors."

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

There was a cut.

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

"Okay, excuse me, boss." Miyamoto Mako said with a smile, "Ming Jun does look stupid, but the core of a person is the most important thing."

"The kernel?" The boss looked up, with a cigarette in his mouth, and said, "It's too deep to be seen."

Akira Sakurai said helplessly, "Sir, who are you and what can you do with us?"

"Call me Nip." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "For now, let me be your senior."

"senior?"

Sakurai Akira and Mako looked at each other, and Mako asked thoughtfully, "Did Senior also be chosen by adults?"

"Probably." The man who called himself Nip laughed.

"Senior came to see us tonight, do you have any advice?"

"Indeed." The man looked at Mako appreciatively, "I'm here to remind you that there is no time to talk about love, and you need to stand by his side."

Akira Sakurai's expression sank, and he said angrily, "What do you mean? Someone wants to attack the adults?"

"No, no one in this world can shoot him, but there are many ways to imprison or hurt a person." The man said quietly, "I hope that you can stand behind him when he needs it, just as He was standing behind you."

Miyamoto Mako stared into the man's eyes: "So what about you, Senior?"

"Me?" The man shook his head, "I'm 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 forgive ourselves." The man paused, "So I'm here to warn you, don't make wrong choices."

"Senior, it's better to explain clearly what the mistake is, so that we can avoid it in advance."

The middle-aged man was silent for a long time before he said, "I can only say, don't push him further and further away."

This answer obviously couldn't be understood by the two of them, but the man didn't seem to be ready to continue.

While turning the skewers, he talked to the two of them about what they had.

"How did Mingjun meet His Majesty?"

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

"Ming Jun should take good care of him. I have never seen him grant two blood marks at the same time."

……

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

Sakurai Akira was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the other party to leave so simply.

"Have you ever met your lord, senior? Recently." Mako Miyamoto asked suddenly, looking at his back.

As soon as he turned around, the man who was about to leave stopped and said back, "No, to be honest, I don't dare to go. I don't know how to face him, and I'm afraid he might forget me."

He made a mistake and didn't dare to face the adults, but he was afraid that the adults would forget him in case.

This sentence seemed contradictory, but Miyamoto Mako heard the real reason why the other party didn't dare to go.

"Senior...you're really timid." Mako Miyamoto brushed up her messy hair, "Is it just really willing? Maybe, he also wants to see you."

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

Akira Sakurai looked at his leaving back, a little dazed.

Miyamoto Mako was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Ming Jun, we are about to set off."

"Go to the adult's side?" Sakurai Akira asked tentatively.

"Hmm." Mako said softly, "My lord, you may be in some trouble."

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

"It should be a former courtier of your lord, just like you and me."

……

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

He put through a call, saying that I went to see that little guy named Akira Sakurai, who is missing now?

The voice from the other side of the phone was obviously Qilan.

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

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

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

Qilan hung up the phone in a hurry, it seemed that he was about to board the plane.

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

Not long ago, Chilan found him and came with a letter from Edjo.

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

What are they going to do?
The men are not very clear, but they feel that they should do something, not for themselves, but for His Majesty.

Is this redemption?Or is it because of the fear of compromise after the fall?

Men don't think so.

They just wanted to do something.

The night seemed to pass slowly.

Standing on the street, he witnessed that the bustling crowd finally dispersed, and he was the only one left on the street.

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

He squinted his eyes, looking at the dazzling sun gradually hanging in the sky, and slowly stretched out his hand to block the sunlight falling into his eyes, the edge of the skin on his palm glowed with a warm crimson.

……

……

"Analysis progress... reached 70.00% five point six!"

An artificial intelligence named Wuni jumped out in front of Frissis, awakening the dormant king.

Frissis opened his eyes, and the confusion in his eyes was instantly swept away.

He stood up abruptly, and ordered: "Let's set off accurately, aiming for Avalon!"

"What's there to prepare for?" The woman behind said with a smile, "Anyway, you're the only one going."

Frissis turned around and said coldly: "What are your plans at the moment?"

"Hey, it doesn't make sense for me to go there." The woman shrugged, "I roughly confirmed the coordinates of the Nibelungen in Siberia, and I'm going to take a step to see it. Avalon, you alone can solve it?"

Frixis frowned, didn't say anything, just took a deep look at Uroboros, turned around and strode away.

After watching Frixis leave, Ouroboros smiled and looked at Wuni. She knew that the last moment had finally come.

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

……

In 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 is lukewarm, like a boiled egg, and it can't warm the ground no matter what.

But this is the last sun of the year, the polar night is about to begin, and the sun won't rise again for the next few months.

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

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

Black cirrus clouds swooped in from the north, and the snow dust on the sea surface was rolled up, like a white sandstorm, with dust heads tens of meters high.

The blizzard is coming.