"For a coward, how dare you talk to me like this?" Lin Zihan suddenly let go of the clan leader, rushed forward and grabbed Wu Kexin's throat. His eyes turned blood red, and the breath of the Blood Dragon King wiped out Lin Zihan's remaining will. erase.
The second dragon grid has completely occupied Lin Zihan's body. At this moment, Lin Zihan has completely become the Blood Dragon King and will no longer have any tenderness.
Feeling the changes in Lin Zihan, Yan Bing also knew clearly that the parasitic dragon in Lin Zihan's body had completely wiped out his younger brother. The person standing in front of him now was not his younger brother, but the one who only existed in the research world. dragon.
A living dragon stood in front of Yan Bing. As a staunch materialist, Yan Bing still didn't believe that there was any technology in this world that could resurrect the dead dragon clan.
But this is indeed the case. Dihao Laboratory completed this more than 20 years ago, perfectly combining the dragon genes brought from the dragon ruins with human genes to create the genetic dragon people.
A genetic person who looks just like a human, but has dragon blood flowing in his body. Perhaps many years ago, the reason why Lin Zihan became the famous killer of Longcheng was because of the pride and iron blood of the dragon in his blood, which allowed Lin Zihan to rely on his nano-modified body to escape death many times.
"Are you really not Lin Zihan?" Yan Bing looked at Lin Zihan's back. The bloody dragon scales on his neck were clearly visible, and he was stunned.
"Is it important? I am the Blood Dragon King, and I am also Lin Zihan. I have always been like this, a person who can't find his destination." Lin Zihan suddenly lost his mind, slowly released his right hand, and turned around. Looking at Yan Bing's disappointed eyes, he didn't know how to face it for a moment.
"Where is the real Lin Zihan?" Yan Bing's eyes were red and he roared loudly. He took out the special dagger from his waist and held it upside down.
"You all only care about Lin Zihan. Why? It's obvious that I have been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years and was awakened by you humans. Then I was trapped in this body and treated as schizophrenic. But why don't any of you ever care about me? I do too. As the owner of this body, I should also receive due care."
The muscles in both arms swelled, and a dragon with fangs and claws appeared behind Lin Zihan, roaring in pain and venting in despair.
That kind of loneliness has been accumulated in the heart of the Blood Dragon King for a long time. Even the proud Blood Dragon King, even the most powerful creature on this planet, will become irritable and fragile because of this accumulated loneliness.
Everyone was speechless, and the whole room fell into silence until the clan leader slowly stood up, holding the golden crutch tightly in his hand, standing firm and looking into Lin Zihan's blood-red eyes.
"There is a sentence in the ancient Dragon Clan ruins. What I want to say is you, the proud dragon, soaring in the free sky, the king covering the sky, will always be accompanied by loneliness." The patriarch said this sentence hoarsely. , looked at the young man in front of him.
A heroic face, a pair of eyes like a sea of blood, a body of fine dragon scales, and a lonely shadow. This is the dragon, this is the Blood Dragon King, the Lonely Dragon King.
"Lin Zihan, since you know that you are the Dragon King, you should understand the loneliness of being a Dragon King. In the era of dragon clan, dragons are lonely. The only ones who rule this planet are dragons. But now, you are the only dragon on this planet, the only one. Dragon King, all you have is the awe of the subrace and a lonely throne."
The patriarch gently tapped the crutch in his hand and looked at Lin Zihan standing in front of him. In addition to the awe of the Dragon King, there was also sympathy for Lin Zihan's loneliness in his eyes.
His eyes were like a sea of blood, turbulent, just like Lin Zihan's heart, which could not calm down for a long time.
"I don't want to talk nonsense with you now, tell me how to find the dragon clan ruins." The sea of blood rushing in Lin Zihan's eyes finally settled, and a layer of mist slowly rose, completely covering up the surging blood.
Looking at the patriarch standing in front of him with a pair of cold eyes, Lin Zihan no longer had the pleasure of conquest, nor the overwhelming pressure of becoming a king, but could only look at the coldness and calmness of a stranger.
"My respected Dragon King, even if you are the loneliest dragon in the world, the sub-race people will be your servants. This is the mission of the sub-race people living in this world, waiting for the birth of a dragon king." The patriarch once again Kneel down on one knee, this time it is true surrender, surrender at the feet of the Dragon King.
"Duoji, Duoji!" The four people behind the clan leader also knelt in front of Lin Zihan, and finally said the ancient dragon language. It was the words of the dragon clan when the servants wanted to express their submission and awe to their king, but it was a pity that the sub-species If a person cannot make a dragon roar, he will lose a bit of domineering and majesty.
These four words struck Lin Zihan's heart, making him feel extremely familiar and cordial. These subraces may be the inheritance of the Dragon Clan's civilization, but this Dragon Clan's civilization seems to have only the lowest bloodline and some simple things passed down. The dragon pattern, the aerospace technology that far exceeds modern, weather control...
These four words seemed to tell Lin Zihan that the era of dragons has long since passed. He should accept the reality that he is the only living dragon in the world, the only dragon king created, and he still has human genes. .
"Monarch, I hope you will consider carefully entering the Dragon Clan Ruins. For the Dragon King, there will be restrictions. The Dragon Clan Ruins are buildings of the ancient Dragon Clan. With the demise of the Dragon Clan, the immortal spirit of the Dragon Clan has set a ban. Once you enter ,I worry……"
The clan leader knelt on the ground respectfully. When Wu Kexin said those words, he was just an old slave beside the king, and no longer a clan leader protecting the calf.
"I am the Blood Dragon King, the strongest warrior king in the dragon clan. Are there any restrictions that I cannot enter?" Lin Zihan's proud tone was full of timid disdain for the clan leader.
"Golden Holy Dragon Pattern." As the patriarch of a tribe, the patriarch naturally knows many secrets that are not known to the sub-race people, such as the origin of the sub-race people recorded in the crutch in his hand.
"The ancestors of the sub-race people, in order to prevent people with strong bloodline from entering the dragon clan ruins to resurrect the dragon clan, imitated the golden holy dragon pattern based on the ancient dragon pattern, which can suppress all bloodlines related to the dragon clan." The patriarch continued, this is every The leader of a sub-race tribe knows the secret in order to control the desires of the sub-race people.
"Afraid of resurrecting the dragon? You don't want to be driven by the dragon crystal in the dragon ruins anymore, are you afraid that he will walk out of the dragon ruins?" Lin Zihan just smiled lightly, his tone saw through everything, but there was no anger.
After all, who wants to be a slave for a lifetime, and who wants to be restricted for a lifetime, but that is the Golden Holy Dragon Pattern, the bloodline owned by the highest royal family of the Dragon Clan, which will destroy everything in the Dragon Clan ruins. Sexual repression.
"It's just an imitation. Even if it is the real golden holy dragon pattern, I have never been afraid." Lin Zihan said proudly. This is not a lie. As the most noble warrior of the Dragon Clan, even if he is not as good as the royal family in terms of blood, But the strength of the Blood Dragon King cannot be balanced by blood alone.
If it weren't for the sake of the royal family's face, the Blood Dragon King might not be the king anymore, but the emperor, because the Blood Dragon King is undoubtedly the strongest in the dragon clan, even stronger than the contemporary Dragon King.
"Lin Zihan, have you really thought about it clearly?" Yan Bing thought for a long time and still called out the name. Even though she knew that the person in front of her was not Lin Zihan, the face was still Lin Zihan's face. Yan Bing I don't believe it, Lin Zihan was wiped out by a guy who called himself the Blood Dragon King.
"Yan Bing, I'm sorry. I am the Blood Dragon King. I will do what the Dragon King should do. I will take good care of Lin Zihan. After all, it is him who can revive me again." Lin Zihan turned his face and said coldly , the tone was somewhat concerned, but not much.
"Why?" Yan Bing asked, taking a step forward and looking at Lin Zihan in front of him. That familiar face looked more like his younger brother.
"You are obviously Lin Zihan. Is it possible that you really don't want to admit your past just because of the so-called Dragon King and the so-called monarch? Is it possible that your past memories can be forgotten?" Yan The tears in Bing's eyes kept rolling.
"Twenty years is nothing to the life of a dragon, and what is nothing to the hundreds of millions of years I have been sleeping in the night?" Lin Zihan still looked indifferent, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, that wry smile, Very much like Lin Zihan.
"No matter what, I have to go to the Dragon Clan ruins. I think even if the Lin Zihan you want to see is here, he will choose to go because he also wants to know where he comes from." A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Zihan's mouth, his blood-stained eyes Blinked slowly.
"Then I want you to go with me!" Yan Bing stepped forward and took Lin Zihan's hand. The fine dragon scales on the back of the hand were a little hard, but they were indeed warm. They were just like Lin Zihan lying on the hospital bed. It's hard, but it emits waves of warmth, like a piece of hot iron.
"No, Lin Zihan will not allow it. Although I have never thought about occupying his body, I also want to have friends like him, but I know that you care about Lin Zihan, and Lin Zihan also cares about you. If I am in the Dragon Clan Ruins It has dissipated, maybe Lin Zihan will come back."
Holding Yan Bing's hand with his left hand, Lin Zihan wanted to pull Yan Bing's hand away, but found that Yan Bing's grip was very tight.
"Why?" Su Yu stood up and held Lin Zihan's hand, "It doesn't matter whether you are Lin Zihan now or not, I hope you remember that you are always you."
There was guilt, trust, and friendship in Su Yu's eyes, and there was also a beam of light that made Lin Zihan feel warm, making him unable to tell for a moment whether he was the Blood Dragon King or Lin Zihan.
