The Dragon Clan starts with poaching the corner of Kassel

Chapter 313 Father and Son, You and Me

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Let's go back to an earlier time.

If the bastard father and the sensible son wanted to say something to each other, it would definitely not be the father who started it.

There is indeed a lot that Minamoto Nagoya wants to say to Uesugi Koshi.

The identity of "father" is not simply an extension of blood relationship.

It is a life, a companionship, formed through the accumulation of countless memories.

Young people clearly realize that...

The so-called son's love for his father does not exist in his own heart.

He and his brother were fostered in an ordinary family in the countryside since childhood. The person who raised them was a middle-aged man who was said to be a gangster, and he was probably more like his father than Uesugi Koshi.

"If it weren't for Mr. Shun, I might never know that there are other relatives alive in this world..."

"Father, sister... I don't know much about you, you can even be said to be strangers."

"It's not your fault, Father."

"Without your bloodline, I wouldn't be able to be born in this world."

Holding a scabbard full of mechanical feeling in her hand, walking on the deserted street, Yuan Jingmei said to the man beside her.

The man is still dressed like a ramen chef.

It's just that his waist is straight, and his eyes are deep under the white turban that wraps his hair, as if there are black vortexes entangled in them. Only by paying attention to these eyes can we realize that he is actually a very eye-catching person, like an old wolf entrenched in the forest, his weather-beaten fur cannot hide his former bravery.

"I...at least want to do something for you."

He said to Yuan Jingnu, his voice was dull, with the bitterness unique to middle-aged men.

Yuan Zhennu couldn't help but remain silent.

After a long while, he replied dully: "Actually, you don't need to do much...Father."

When he finished saying this, the outsider looked at the father-son relationship that might have felt like a grandfather and granddaughter, and the two fell into silence again.

Yuan Zongnu is a person without a father.

Uesugi Koshiya is a man without a father.

This is perhaps the biggest thing they have in common between father and son.

"I am an old man who knows nothing..."

"But if you let this old bone chop people, I can still help you a little bit."

When he spoke again, Uesugoshi's voice sounded inexplicably humble.

After decades of anonymity, he has learned to be "humble", something that the superior "Emperor" never had.

But now he is not just an old father who is at a loss. Something more intense is driving him to move forward with Yuan Zhennu.

The feeling of "guilt" was like a bucket of accelerant, poured heavily into his heart.

His mother, Sister Charlotte, had no other family members, and at that time the difficulties faced by a single woman with a child at such a young age were unimaginable. She had no choice but to hide the fact that she had a child from the church, so Uesugoshi entered the church's nursery as an abandoned baby.

He grew up in a church school. At that time, he often went to church to pray just to see more of his mother.

But he couldn't tell anyone about their relationship. He could only secretly call her mother behind her back like other children in the orphanage, and spend every lonely night like this.

That's why he can understand Yuan Zongnu.

He has no parents, only his brother to accompany him, and the two grew up dependent on each other.

But even in such a life, one cannot escape the fate of being played by others in the end. It's hard for ordinary people to imagine what kind of despair it feels like, being manipulated by some invisible hand to commit crimes that are difficult to clean up. In the end, I can't let my brother kill my younger brother with his own hands and bury everything.

The story Minamoto told him was almost like... a mockery of Uesugoshi's life.

"The person who made you become what you are now...should not live in this world."

The more he thought about it, the more anger he felt rising in his chest.

<divclass="contentadv">A pair of eyes as blazing as fire, and as cold as a beast king.

Uesugoshi clenched his fists, and veins appeared on his strong arms. Inhuman power is contained in it, full of the most primitive violence, which shocks people's hearts.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Uesugi Koshi at this time was more in line with the meaning of the word "emperor" than the fair-skinned Minamoto girl who was more beautiful than many girls.

But Uesugoshi knew better than anyone how weak he was.

Hate will not become permanent torture, because hate will always end one day.

But [love] will.

Because of his stupidity, he personally promoted a vicious war. His mother, who once loved him deeply, cursed him with her life to fall into eternal purgatory...

He is still living on the day he learned of his mother's death, enduring a torture that will never end.

For this reason, he chose to escape and spent his whole life escaping. He used his humble life to numb the guilt in his heart and let aging and hatred punish him.

Until today, the "past" caught up with him.

Yuan Zhinu told him that there was a battle that he wanted him as a "father" to witness, and there were some damn people who needed his power to give them a little help.

——There is no way to escape.

Uesugoshi knew he couldn't refuse this request.

If he hadn't seen Minamoto and Eriko Uesugi, Uesugi Koshi, who had been a ramen chef for decades, might still be thinking about escaping.

But now, Uesugi just wants to know who used his genes to shape these three children.

No matter what he wanted to do with the three siblings, the furious Uesugoshi would cut open his stomach and let him experience the feeling of being strangled by his own intestines.

He looked at his son who held his head high and walked steadily.

"I don't know his name either."

Yuan Jingnu's voice was calm, but it had a vaguely dreamy and magical quality: "All this time, the other me called him 'King General'."

This was a name that would scare him from the bottom of his heart just when he heard it.

Even my other self, whose body and mind is dominated by dragon blood, is still wary of it.

"After being pierced through the heart by my brother, I didn't really die because of the spirit of my other self... At that time, a man opened the dry well where my brother sealed my 'body' and rescued me. I hope I can become the "Dragon King" of the fierce ghosts..."

The so-called "Dragon King" and "King General" are both types of chess pieces in Far Eastern Shogi.

Now that Yuan Jingnu thinks about it, it may be a kind of arrogance of the person behind the scenes. He regards everyone as a chess piece, and he is the only chess player.

"The fierce ghosts..."

Even Uesugoshi knew this name. After all, no matter how ridiculous he had done, he also knew this group of evil spirits living in the shadow of the Sheqi Hachi family.

Due to the high purity of blood that comes with being a descendant of the White King, hybrids from the Far East are extremely prone to bloodline instability and have a high probability of developing mental illness.

If the bloodline is out of control, "ghosts" will be born. However, in order to obtain more powerful power, the Sheqi family has always pursued a more powerful bloodline, so more ghosts will be born from their shadows.

"The fierce ghosts regard the strongest ghost as their king, and that is the 'Dragon King'."

"Before I became independent from the other me occupying my body, they always planned to take the most fatal bite on the Sheqi family at the critical moment..."

Yuan Jingnu said softly: "But when I was freed from the shackles, from the perspective of a bystander, I realized that the other me was just a puppet on strings."

"The real person in charge of the fierce ghosts is the 'King General'. He used another me to lead this group of thugs, hoping to use this to complete his unspeakable plans in the shadows."

"Back then, I suddenly lost control for no reason and killed many people... The biggest possibility is that I was under some kind of control at that time."

"What do you think?"

He looked at the black-haired figure at the other end of the street, hidden in the shadows where the light could not reach: "Another me."

Kazama Ruri was holding the famous sword named Doji Kiriyasu Tsuna, and looked at Minamoto Naoko indifferently on the street, with a snake-like coldness appearing in her golden eyes.

He took a step forward into the dead street.