Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Chen family, meeting hall.

The antique mahogany long table was empty, with only three people sitting on the thirteen seats. They were the head of the Chen family and the two talkers from the separate family.

Don't ask where everyone else has gone. If you ask, they will never come back. The missed meetings can only be made up for in the next life.

The speakers of the two separated families lowered their eyes, not daring to look directly into the sharp eagle-like eyes of the head of the Chen family sitting in the chair, for fear that their deep-seated ambitions would be noticed.

Nowadays, there is only one person left in the clan. I heard that even those who were hiding in the safe house are dead. Only a few children who can't understand the words and the famous rebellious girl are left. Several young ladies who could take charge of their own business that the Chen family had trained with all their strength had died violently. It could be said that once the person in charge died, the Chen family would fall into their hands.

Although the family business has experienced the seizure by relevant departments and the encroachment of other mixed-race families, it has shown that it is at the end of its rope. Wanting to make a comeback can only be empty talk, but as the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and a broken ship still has three pounds of nails. The Chen family suffered heavy losses at home, but their overseas assets were not liquidated.

If there is help from the Gattuso family, maybe we can really re-establish a new Chen family overseas.

Originally, the Zong family had tried to send people overseas to hide, but before they even boarded the ship, they had already kicked off their legs and died. The atmosphere of freedom and democracy abroad was not good enough.

Because too many people in the clan have died, and the branch family has nothing to do with it, some people in the clan even suspect that this mass death incident is related to the branch family, but the gang of soldiers and crabs in the branch family will be able to do this, and they will become the masters long ago. How can it be delayed until now? If this statement is untenable, it will be dropped.

"Master, now several aristocratic families in the capital have united and are preparing to annex us in one fell swoop. How should we deal with it?"

After summarizing the recent events, the white-faced middle-aged man sighed. He is currently the pillar of the younger generation of the separated family, and many affairs of the Chen family are now handled by him.

It's not because of how good he is, but because the family members who are more capable than him have already entered, and they can only choose the general among the short ones, so this job falls on him.

The elderly person next to him with white hair and beard who spoke about the separation of the family also nodded slightly: "Now that things have happened, we are already under attack from both sides, and we must make changes as soon as possible."

The Chen family is now like a seriously injured and dying lion, surrounded by vultures waiting for him to die completely so that they can feast. They have exhausted the contacts they have accumulated for many years to maintain the current situation, and if they want to imprison those The difficulty of rescuing the tribesmen is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

At present, the only way to survive is to cut off the rotten flesh and cut off the tail to prevent the Chen family from perishing.

On the main seat, the head of the Chen family, who had an upright appearance and a gentle temperament, put one hand on the table and tapped the mahogany table with his index finger without saying anything.

As the head of the Chen family, he naturally does not want to see all his hard work destroyed, but the situation overseas is not optimistic either.

The stand-ins he assigned overseas have lost contact recently. Before losing contact, news came back that members of the overseas clan died inexplicably, and the way of death was exactly the same as in the Chen family manor.

This kind of death threat that seemed to be unavoidable no matter where he ran, even the head of the Chen family, who was as determined as iron and ruthless, couldn't help but feel a little despair.

In just one month, all the members of the clan were killed and injured. Regardless of their bloodline, strong or weak, they would all be killed for no reason. Even the substitutes he made through forbidden alchemy were not spared.

All the excellent experimental products he spent great efforts to cultivate died, leaving only the batch that had not yet had time to receive brainwashing education, and the "good daughter" who seemed to have given up on herself and was crazy about making troubles.

He had asked the Gattuso family for rescue before, but the people sent by the other party were unable to enter the country at all. Every time they landed, they would faint and turn into a vegetative state. Even if they sneaked in illegally, they would die suddenly the moment they entered the country. This kind of terror seemed to be shrouded in the whole of China by some powerful force, so that he only dared to hide his own body in the safest place, and all actions were performed by a substitute.

The unheard-of killing method almost frightened him out of his wits. It was less like a spirit and more like the most vicious curse in the world. The murderous curse that seemed to be rooted in the bloodline was like a gangrene attached to the bones that entangled everyone in the clan.

He once dissected the dead tribesmen one by one in an attempt to find out the source of the curse. He also tried to cut open the bodies of his own children alive. While using special equipment to maintain their vital signs, he personally removed all the skin, muscles, blood vessels, muscles, bones and bones. points, hoping to find a way to break the curse.

But it was no use. After creating and dissecting more than a dozen corpses, the bloody autopsy scene told him that everything he had done was in vain, so he might as well welcome death obediently.

Taking out a form from his arms, the head of the Chen family said in a voice as calm as a pool of stagnant water: "Send these people on the list abroad, and scatter the others to lie dormant across the country."

The middle-aged man took the form and looked at it, and found that the list was full of potential members of the branch family, but why should they be sent to Japan instead of smaller countries such as Singapore and Indonesia that are easier to control?

Unable to understand the patriarch's foresight, he chose to remain silent and left with the old man after confirming that there were no other orders. Only the patriarch of the Chen family was left sitting at the head of the meeting hall, with his hands folded in front of him, thinking about the future.

Judging from the current trend, the demise of the Chen family is inevitable, but he may not necessarily be finished with it, and must prepare to survive and rise again.

The main body is currently planning to find a way to survive from the children in the cub stage. If it still doesn't work, then his good daughter will have to make sacrifices for the family in advance.

If he can cultivate a bride that the Gattuso family needs, he can naturally cultivate the next one, even if it takes a little more time.

If even the most special Chen Motong can't keep him alive, then he can only risk trying to refine himself into a living being. He doesn't believe that the damn curse can anchor his soul!

…

Beijing, a children’s cram school.

A handsome boy of thirteen or fourteen years old was holding a ballpoint pen and doing the questions seriously in the exercise book. His sword-like eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he was a little helpless about the question in front of him.

Not far away, there were two women with similar faces and slightly older ages talking.

"I think it's better to let Xiaomo learn the knowledge of junior high school here first and then let him go to school." Jiang Ziyu, who had become a high school girl again, leaned against the wall with her arms folded, dismissing her mother's opinion.

"But he can't make friends here. Children need to have more contact with peers, otherwise they will become withdrawn." Mother Jiang knew that the children who came to the cram school for tutoring were all dedicated to their grades, and those parents also specifically talked to their children. He was told not to be distracted by things unrelated to study, so even though the child in late summer was good-looking and had the same personality as a little sun, those children did not come to play with him.

When Jiang Ziyu heard this, she couldn't help but use herself as an example: "I didn't play much with my peers when I was a child. Why don't you think I am withdrawn?"

When she was a child, she often helped her mother with work, preparing things for the stall. She studied hard at school and was not playful. She ran home as soon as possible after school to accompany her mother in the stall. It was only later in junior high school that she made friends with whom she could talk. .

"You were like a tomboy when you were a child. I don't worry about you hitting others. It's good." Mother Jiang glared at her daughter angrily. She said that the child was bad, but in fact she felt quite guilty. After all, her daughter had been precocious since she was a child. , so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

The two of them were discussing about going to school at the end of summer, and Xiao Longren finally finished his morning homework and handed the exercise book to the cram school teacher for review with a little anxiety.

The person in charge of tutoring him was a middle-aged teacher wearing glasses. Because the fees were expensive, his service attitude was good. He noticed his nervousness and smiled gently, and then he picked up a pen to make corrections.

Fenrir is actually not stupid, just a little stupid. He can understand these fifth-grade elementary school questions, but it is more difficult to do them, and he often makes some very low-level mistakes.

"Well, late summer, look at this question. Did you forget something?" He left a bunch of On a question.

This question was about a linear equation of one variable, and I had been stumped by it for a long time in the late summer. At this time, the boy quietly looked at the teacher's face to make sure that the mistake he made was not very serious, and then he stepped forward.

But after looking at it for a long time, he didn't see what his question was. He just spent five minutes checking to make sure the answer was correct.

But since the teacher said that he made an omission, he must have done something wrong. He could only purse his lips and say: "Yes, I'm sorry. I don't know where I went wrong."

Looking at this timid little boy, the middle-aged teacher couldn't help but sigh softly. This child really... couldn't bear to say a few words to him. He was afraid that if he spoke louder, he would be frightened.

So he explained the steps for solving a linear equation again, and then asked again: "Do you remember it now?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, teacher, I forgot to solve... the solution." The young man blushed shyly, picked up a ballpoint pen and wrote a solution in front of the equation.

"Haha, don't forget the solution in the future, otherwise it will be sad."

"Yes, I will!"

Xia Mo nodded vigorously, then the middle-aged teacher looked at the time and announced that this morning's tutoring would be over, and asked him to go have dinner with his family first.

The freed boy happily picked up his schoolbag and ran out of the classroom, holding Jiang's mother's hand.

Jiang Ziyu looked at Xia Mo who seemed to have been released from school prison. She couldn't help but bend down and look at him. She smiled and joked: "Did Xiao Mo encounter something happy? Can you share it with your sister?"

The dragon boy looked a little cautious due to those smiling eyes. He was worried that his sister would laugh at him if he told about his mistake just now, so he shook his head decisively and said:

"No, the teacher praised me for my good memory."