Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 348 Herzog (2)

After watching Xia Mi rush to the battlefield in the clouds, Han Qiu turned around and stared at Yuan Zhisheng.

"If you have any questions, please ask them now. Jörmungandr probably can't solve these problems alone."

"Is that really Mr. Masamune?" Minamoto Chisei didn't even care about Bai Wang's question.

The patriarch of the eight Sheqi families was soaked like a drowned rat.

If it weren't for the heavy rain, he might have been even more lonely.

At least now he can cry without restraint, who knows if it is rain or tears? Although he didn't cry.

"Do you believe it?" Han Qiu asked.

"Believe it! I believe it all!" Yuan Zhisheng was on the verge of collapse.

"Yes." Han Qiu said confidently: "That is Mr. Zhengzong, also the king general. I knew it a long time ago, but I didn't tell you directly, I just led you to this path."

"How...is it possible..." Yuan Zhisheng didn't believe it again.

"The facts are in front of you, but you don't believe it. I'm asking you, but you're also the one who doesn't believe it." Han Qiu said helplessly, "I told you that it depends on whether you believe it or not. You can slowly check the traces he left behind in the future. There will always be traces left. I also want to do more to let you see clearly, but I'm sorry, Yuan Jun. That trust is the best deception. I am Loki, but when it comes to acting, he is indeed unique."

“How... is it possible..." Yuan Zhisheng raised his head and looked up at the clouds.

"I'll quickly tell you the whole process, which is the true story." Han Qiu was worried that Xia Mi could not hold on. Mr. Han had reminded her several times that the White King in this state was different from someone who usurped the throne by relying on a container.

The White King is the king who controls the spirit. No matter how suppressed he is, if he is resurrected normally and has sufficient nutrients, can he still be overwhelmed by the will of a human?

It's possible, but not likely.

Although Mr. Han didn't know how McAllen managed to trick Herzog, the old fox, into joining, he was certain that this wave was definitely big and spectacular enough.

Gattuso must have lent space-based kinetic weapons to the academy, and Gattuso must have been behind the secret party's decision to use nuclear bombs.

Damn, I put on double insurance just to make sure I could kill the White King. Oh yeah, and Lu Mingfei, triple insurance.

Herzog, who usurped the throne, may not be very impressive as a newborn dragon, but if he is the real White King, he is definitely very impressive.

"First, it was Bondarev who attacked Herzog at Black Swan Harbor, on Christmas Eve. It was also Bondarev who had been trying to find out the secrets of the Snake Eight Clan, including the identity of Tachibana Masamune, which was also used by Bondarev in the beginning. Bondarev is not a good person. He paved the way for Herzog and then presented this road to Herzog."

"Herzog is even worse. He is too greedy and can see through people's hearts. That story is all right. They just need to swap the roles. It was Bondarev who died on the ship, a fake Bondarev! Bondarev faked his death just to give Herzog free rein. He never set foot on this land again, but he watched silently."

"Maybe he showed up, but he has erased all traces of him in your minds. I'll talk about this again when I can get back alive."

"Let's continue with Herzog. He took up Tachibana Masamune's identity and began to purge the underworld. He also used his research results in Black Swan Port to gather evil spirits in the Oni Shu as a 'king general'. Gen-kun, you and your brother were separated by Herzog, the Mr. Masamune you respected. He used the Snake Eight Clan and the Oni Shu to build Japan into his own kingdom, an iron wall."

"In the original plan, you, your brother, and Eri were to be the vessel for the White King's blood. After a blood exchange, he would be able to usurp the throne. Your sister was the best vessel, your brother was not bad, but you were definitely the worst. The three of you were his thugs, and he would make you fight each other when he was bored."

"That guy is playing with you guys just like I'm playing with the situation."

"Genju-kun, I'm not that boring. I can obviously control the overall situation, but I'm still playing along with you. I do this for a purpose. I like making friends, and I'm willing to make you my friend. If I swoop down on Japan as a dragon, I won't be able to be friends with you. Although I can stop Herzog's plan and save you, I'm not sure whether I will live or die, and we will probably be mortal enemies."

"Hatred will make you become like Principal Angers, and I don't want you to be like him."

"I should go now, Yuan..."

Before Yuan finished writing the word "Jun", Han Qiu's phone rang.

Long legs? What's the matter?

Han Qiu did not avoid Yuan Zhisheng and answered the call in front of him.

"Hey, Eddie Peng, I know you're busy, just say one word and it's over." Jiude Mai said.

"Then why did you spend so much time laying the groundwork?" Han Qiu frowned.

"When we were cleaning up the bodies, we found one who looked exactly like Tachibana Masamune. I have arranged for a vehicle to take him to the hotel where the Snake Eight Family is staying."

"Well done." Han Qiu hung up the phone, picked up his sword and was about to go to the battlefield.

Xia Mi, Xia Mi, I, Han Qiu, am here to help you. Don’t get killed, otherwise my senior brother will kill me.

I would also feel bad about it.

Han Qiu mobilized all his strength and the Wushuang bar began to burn.

Look at me, everyone. I’ll show you how good I am.

"Mr. Han!" Yuan Zhisheng suddenly shouted.

Han Qiu had a feeling that he was about to be pulled out but was being stuffed back in, and the dragon characteristics on his body began to become obvious.

The dense scales were golden, the same golden color as the golden pupils. Different from the khaki color of Fenrir, Han Qiu's golden armor was noble enough.

The tattered shirt was destroyed by the membrane wings, as if a god opened his eyes and looked down at the world.

In fact, he was just a little helpless. He wanted to scold Yuan Zhisheng but couldn't say it out loud.

This helpless look was understood by Yuan Zhisheng and his group as the loneliness of God, the loneliness of doing a lot of things but not being understood, and also like a blame.

God blames humans for their stupidity.

"Can you take me upstairs to take a look?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.

"The battle between dragons is a fight to the death, and the battlefield is in the clouds. You are not in a good condition to participate in the battle."

"I just want to take a look." Yuan Zhisheng lost the bearing of a patriarch and used the tone of asking for help between friends.

It was obvious that he was the one who was in a bad situation, and he looked pretty bad too.

"I may not have the energy to bring you down." Han Qiu said frankly.

His Musou bar was depleted. He was just a special A-level hybrid who couldn't grow wings. He had just finished a fight, so it was unknown whether he had used the power of words.

"I'm going to fly the helicopter now." Ying grabbed Crow and rushed to the temporary stop where the Sheqi Eight Clan stayed when they came to Swan Lake.

Han Qiu didn't have much to say, and didn't have much time to say anything.

Isn’t it just a dream come true? Then make it come true!

The original intention is to save people and realize their dreams.

Go forward with a young heart and appreciate while wearing adult clothes.

This was Mr. Han's advice. Han Qiu understood it and he pondered over this sentence for a long time.

People always change as they move forward, there is nothing that can be done about it, he has changed too. Because the world is different from what he understands, this is also called being stubborn, after getting himself into trouble, he starts to roar and get angry.

This is normal and powerless. It is the adult self and the younger self quarreling, going in circles, fighting a life-and-death duel.

In fact, there is no need for this. What young people insist on may not be wrong, and what adults believe in may not be right.

With that beauty, I also understand the so-called filth.

Solve problems in an adult way and look at those clumsy and ridiculous things indifferently, but also stick to the young, passionate and beautiful self.

Years later, Han Qiu will no longer laugh at his own arrogant youth.

Nor will I blame myself for being a ferryman in the secular world.