Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 338: Yuan Family Brothers (1)

"It seems that you don't have a good relationship with your father." Han Qiu started to talk nonsense again: "Logically speaking, a daughter is a father's little cotton-padded jacket. If you ask a little, your father will tell you."

"I want to be strong all my life, isn't that okay?"

"Okay, okay." Han Qiu muttered as he walked forward. "Yuan-kun, is there any record of trees in Japanese mythology?"

Gen Chisei mourned for the members of the Kanto branch in this area. After a long silence, he said, "There are legends about trees all over the world. There is the world tree in Norse mythology, and Japan has the sacred tree, also known as the sacred tree. In Japanese mythology, when the husband and wife gods Izanagi and Izanami created all things, the tree god was the second one created. However, these are folk legends and have nothing to do with the origin of the family."

"Although unofficial history is wild, it is not necessarily unhistorical." Han Qiu muttered: "After so many years, you can't guarantee that the ancient books of your family are complete, and that the books left by the ancestors are true. There are cases where the father cheated his son, and it is not uncommon for the ancestors to cheat their descendants."

"Mr. Han, you have such a big mouth..." Yuan Zhisheng hesitated to speak.

"It's too poisonous." Yaksha is a straightforward person.

"If there were delicious food in front of me, a glass of red wine in my hand, and I was wearing a nice suit, then I could tell nice lies. But now there is no delicious food, no red wine, and no suit, and we are in a mess one more than the other. At this time, if you ask me to tell nice lies, I can't do it." Han Qiu took his knife back from Xia Mi.

Forged by Tachibana Masamune himself, if the Snake Eight Families can continue, decades or hundreds of years later, this sword will also be worthy of the title of "famous sword".

Genchisō couldn't help but be reminded of the past when he saw the object. This seemed to be the only work in Masamune's life that was not a Japanese sword.

Compared with the Spider Cut and the Boy Cut, it is not a masterpiece and has no fierceness.

Swords must be warmed by blood, and a good sword is always a deadly weapon.

How many people has Han Jun killed? How much blood has the knife in his hand seen?

I'm afraid that even after Han Jun has been using this sword for a long time, it will never become a qualified sword.

This is a shame for a knife, but also a blessing.

"Yuan Jun, you've heard too many lies and don't know the charm of the truth." Han Qiu was clearing the way back, and pieces of white twigs fell to the ground and turned into ashes. "I love to hear the truth too much, but it can't be insulting. A little bit of truth is acceptable."

"I'm afraid you have some self-harming tendencies." Yaksha said.

"..." Han Qiu was speechless for a while, then said, "You are more suitable to sit at the same table with Finger."

"That guy is really my type." Yasha thought of Finger's appearance, "Those guys are all quite interesting."

The appearances of Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang, Caesar and Finkel instantly appeared in the group's minds.

Genji Chisheng smiled silently, thinking of the four different faces of the four guys when they first came to Japan and visited Genji Heavy Industries in the first few days.

I really miss it.

They were interesting, everyone in the Japanese division said so.

Yuan Zhisheng also wanted to be such an interesting person, so he wanted to go to France.

He would never find anything interesting if he stayed here.

"If the nuclear bomb doesn't fall and the White King's issue is resolved smoothly, maybe one day we can sit down and have a drink and chat together." Han Qiu cleared a path. The smell of blood in his face sobered him up, but also made him sink. "We can let Caesar pay for it. He's very rich."

The area in front of him was much wider, and there were more corpses there. They were not wrapped in cocoons, but were lying straight on the ground.

The atmosphere, which had finally lightened up, became solemn again. Yuan Zhisheng examined the corpse and said calmly, "He is also a member of the Fierce Ghost Clan."

"The time of death is between 10 and 12 hours." Ying gave a professional judgment.

"They have been here for so long, but these filaments don't attract them." Yasha's brain worked well for once, "Are they not from the Sheqi Eight Clan?"

"To be more precise, the blood flowing in his body is different from yours." Han Qiu corrected and gave a guess: "It should belong to the existence behind the scenes."

"Knife wound." Yuan Zhisheng emphasized: "Japanese sword. Do you think the person behind this is also Japanese?"

"It could be an internal conflict. Who can tell?" Han Qiu continued moving forward.

He is not like Yuan Zhisheng, who wants to kill ghosts and behave like... well...

It's not easy to say this about the Snake Eight Families. This is something that should be said by Sakurai Kogure.

Think about how many people you killed, can you ask each of them what their last wish was? How hypocritical.

Forget it, don’t worry.

Han Qiu continued to move forward and should have entered the core area. It was not as narrow as before, and it was developing from thin branches to thick branches.

Singing, no, the sound of opera.

Han Qiu heard familiar lyrics, and someone was more familiar with them than him.

Sakurai Kogure looked at a door. On the locked door, white threads were spread all over like ivy.

"Brother is back!"

The lyrics suddenly stopped and shouts of excitement shook the earth.

As the steel door broke open, the silent branches began to move.

Like a winding python, the white color that symbolizes purity makes people tremble.

"Get out, get out!" Han Qiu shouted at the people from the Eight Clans of Sheqi.

Swords flashed and bullets flew everywhere.

The thick branches dispersed into thin filaments and surged like a tide.

"Damn it!" Han Qiu cursed, "I know how you were surrounded, Yuan-jun! You bastard!"

"I can't not move forward, even if I know there will be trouble." Yuan Zhisheng stared at one direction, "Han Jun, I need a peaceful battlefield."

"You can't beat him." said Han Qiu.

"I just have some questions I want to ask him. He should be more clear about the situation here." Yuan Zhisheng found a perfect reason.

"You're overthinking it. He doesn't know either." Han Qiu checked around and said, "Xia Mi, four doors, divide them equally. Close them first. With that crazy Yuan Zhinv around, it's hard to move forward."

"I can deal with him first." Xia Mi tore off a large piece of filament with her bare hands.

Genji, who was hiding under the white tide, had nowhere to hide and slashed at Xia Mi with a knife.

The molten iron-like gold in the depths of his pupils showed no fear of the dragon's might.

The thin threads wrapped around his entire body, continuously absorbing his blood.

"Get out of the way." He growled like a beast.

The knife in his hand also roared, and the arrogance unique to the Dragon King was actually forced back by the knife, and those filaments that wanted to devour him were also afraid.

Xia Mi looked at the palm of her hand in disbelief. It was covered in blood and had a hideous wound.

"I told you not to transform into a dragon." Han Qiu not only did not comfort him, but laughed at him instead.

"He is stronger than last time." Xia Mi said.

"Close the door first. The patient needs to be put in solitary confinement to be treated for mental illness." Han Qiu had already rushed to a door, cut the thin thread and then slammed it shut.

The elites of the Executive Bureau gathered together. They are indeed elites, but they are also the nourishment of the White King.

After all the walking, they looked terribly haggard.

The filaments sucked their life force, and they used what was left to resist.

Han Qiu could only say: I let them go, and now I am going to follow the boss to die, who can I blame?

The heavy sound of the door closing startled him.

There are really people in the world who are not afraid of death. They fight stubbornly while closing the window of death.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, you Yashas, ​​just protect yourselves!" Han Qiu yelled, "Don't get involved in Yuan Zhisheng's affairs!"