Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 135: Thunder and the Watcher (45)

Dragon Raja 5

If Nuonuo hadn’t been next to him, Lu Mingfei would have really wanted to beat this guy up.

Of course it was Lu Mingze. Just as Lu Mingfei was frantically searching for the audio, someone patted him on the shoulder from behind and said, “I deleted it for you. That’s just drinking poison to quench thirst. Maybe one day you’ll turn into a dragon and never be able to turn back.”

Today, the little devil was as elegant as ever. Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo were covered in wounds, almost tattered, but the little devil was still dressed in a well-tailored black suit and a white lace scarf. The most infuriating thing was that he had spread out a fine Persian carpet in the corner, a silver tray filled with fruit and refreshments, and a bottle of fine vintage champagne in an ice bucket. He even poured Lu Mingfei a glass, the crystal glass covered in condensation, looking very tempting. Lu Mingfei was thirsty, but he refused to drink. He was so anxious that he had no mood to play with Lu Mingze.

The little devil hadn’t bothered him for a long time, and now was the time to make a decision, so he appeared in a mysterious manner, probably wanting to make one last deal.

Would you give up your life in exchange for the life of your best friend? This proposition has become particularly serious and harsh at this moment.

He suddenly realized the deal the little devil offered was a trap. The first, second, and even third time he’d made deals with the little devil, he’d been hoping the little devil wouldn’t take his soul if he didn’t make the fourth. But just as he’d come to terms with this borrowed power, the real test arrived: agree or you’d die. Don’t agree or you’d suffer the torment of your soul.

He once accepted the final deal for Nuonuo. Although the deal fell through due to unexpected reasons, does that mean that Chu Zihang is still not as important as Nuonuo in his heart? He is a villain who values ​​women over friends.

Or, looking at it from another perspective, when he decided to sacrifice himself to save Nuonuo, he was watching the spear of fate pierce Nuonuo’s heart. The sudden surge of grief and fear overwhelmed his rationality, leading to his impulsive decision. If it were Nuonuo who was out there now, would he not have been so reckless in giving up his life? Would Nuonuo still hold less weight in his heart than a miserable existence?

Is it possible that the so-called spirit of sacrifice of the heroes who died on the battlefield was simply a result of a frenzy of killing, a loss of sanity as they watched their brothers fall like harvested grass, leading them to roar and charge in a desperate attempt to save their lives? In a different environment, if they were isolated in a solitary space, given the choice between life and death like a test, they would lose the courage to face death head-on, and would lower their noble heads, unwilling to give up the small joys of survival.

Isn’t that how the man named Hong Chengchou surrendered in history? Had he been on a battlefield, amidst the raging artillery fire, this man, once considered the backbone of the Ming Dynasty, might have committed suicide, leaving behind a legacy of his blood-for-Emperor reputation. Even if he had faced humiliation and torture after his capture, he would have preferred death to submission. But Huang Taiji treated him with kindness. Unofficial history even reports that his concubine, Consort Zhuang, personally visited him in prison, asking about his well-being and, with a woman’s tenderness, awakening in him a yearning for life. Consequently, this renowned official surrendered to the Qing.

After all, when you die, you have nothing. Even the love and hate you once had lose their meaning. So why would you give up your life for loving or hating someone?

He paced back and forth in the cabin in a restless mood, having to lower his head and bend over because the cabin was too low.

The little devil sighed quietly, “Don’t worry, I’m not here to make a deal with you.”

Lu Mingfei was startled, stopped and turned around, staring at Lu Mingze blankly.

“I’m afraid you’ll get carried away and do something that even I can’t undo.” The little devil sighed again, “Let me tell you, your senior brother isn’t as weak as you think. With the Mark of Odin and baptized by dragon blood, the fighting instinct is embedded in his body like a seed. He’s still the same Chu Zihang from the past, a lone wolf, but he’s forgotten it himself.”

“Dragon blood baptism?” Lu Mingfei blurted out.

He knew that Chu Zihang had the mark of Odin on his body, but this was the first time he had heard of dragon blood baptism.

He regretted it the moment he said this. In order to prevent Nuonuo from knowing that there was a third person in this space, he had never spoken to the little devil. Now, should he explain to Nuonuo that he was talking to himself?

But when he turned his head to look, Nuonuo hadn’t reacted at all. She frowned, panting softly, still thinking about how to open the hatch. Perhaps the little devil had used some special method to block her.

“Have you heard the story of Siegfried?” Lu Mingze drank champagne slowly.

Lu Mingfei nodded. Siegfried was a hero in Norse mythology who became famous for slaying dragons. He bathed in the blood of the dragons he had slain, becoming invulnerable to weapons. However, while bathing, a leaf landed on his shoulder, unsoaked by the dragon’s blood. This spot became his only fatal spot, and it was here that he ultimately died.

Such stories have been embellished by so many bards over the years that their authenticity is difficult to verify. A similar legend exists about Achilles in Greek mythology, except that his mother instead bathed him in the River Styx by his heel, rendering him invulnerable to weapons. His heel was his only weak spot, and he ultimately died from this weakness.

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