Chapter 141: Dead end? No, he will turn everything around!
"Yes..."
"You feel alienated." Lu Mang said, "You have never integrated into the environment from beginning to end."
Chu Zihang was speechless and nodded silently.
For those in the upper and lower grades of Shilan Middle School, "Chu Zihang" has always been a distant silhouette.
Countless people have heard his name and seen him, but they don't remember his appearance.
Because people rarely have the opportunity to get close to him, he was the student representative who spoke on behalf of the entire school at the graduation ceremony. He was wearing a navy blue school uniform, looking down at the lecture notes, with his waist straight, and his hanging hair covering his eyes and long hair.
Long eyelashes.
On the basketball court, he is a center who kills his opponents. He is responsible for breaking through and dunking with one hand. When the ball hits the ground, Chu Zihang has already turned around and retreated to near the midline. The opponents can only look up at his back.
Chu Zihang performed a cello solo at the Spring Festival Gala. On an empty stage, he appeared with a piano case and sat alone in the center of the stage to finish the song "Schindler's List".
It wasn't until he put away the violin that the teachers and students, who were immersed in the pathos of the music, realized that his program was over. The audience stood up and applauded, and someone shouted for another song. Chu Zihang just bowed and left the stage expressionlessly.
, leaving people with a slender back.
From beginning to end, he was alone.
"Have you ever thought about changing?" Lu Mang asked.
"Have you ever thought about it?" Chu Zihang said.
"Then why didn't you do it?"
"because……"
"Because you haven't lived for yourself until now." Lu Mang had the same profound eyesight as Chu Zihang, "You are living for others."
"When you were a child, you lived for your parents. When you grew up, you lived for hatred. Now, you live for responsibility."
"Hitting the nail on the head." Chu Zihang smiled self-deprecatingly, "But what can I do? I am such a person. If I can't be happy, I have to let others be happy, so that I can get a little bit of happiness.
A small comfort.”
"You are too tired." Lu Mang blinked, "Why don't you try to live for yourself?"
"I can't find a reason." Chu Zihang lowered his eyes, "I am just an insignificant individual among the more than seven billion people on the earth. The world will not stop without a guy named Chu Zihang, and
There are so many people similar to me, Li Zihang, Xu Zihang..."
"I just do what I should do well in my few lives, and that's enough."
"As for living for yourself or living for others, I have never thought about this kind of thing, and I will not think about it."
"..." Lu Mang sighed faintly, "Why don't you realize that? I thought that along the way, your friends have had some influence on you, and you have changed.
"Little."
"But deepest in your heart, there is still a dead child living."
"Dead child?" Chu Zihang was a little confused.
"Yes, dead children." Lu Mang said with a serious expression, "Different dead children are different. When they are helpless, some dead children will cry loudly, and some dead children will walk away with their necks hung and their heads lowered.
On our own path, we are the kind of dead kids who stick their necks out."
"Maybe."
"Then have you ever thought that your life does not actually belong to you only." Lu Mang suddenly said softly.
Chu Zihang was stunned. This sentence seemed familiar, as if a girl had said this to him.
"That's right, there are seven billion people in the world, and there is no shortage of Chu Zihang like you, but there is only one Chu Zihang. What about Li Zihang, Xu Zihang... those are not Chu Zihang."
"The environment around you, everyone around you, and their understanding of you constitute your "individual"." Lu Mang snapped his fingers, "For example..."
"You are our son." Chu Tianjiao and Su Xiaoyan said.
"My students," Professor Schneider said.
"You are worthy of admiration." Angers smiled.
"My senior brother." Lu Mingfei scratched his head.
"My opponent." Caesar crossed his arms confidently.
"My junior brother." Fingel picked his nose.
"Perhaps... my boyfriend's good friend?" Nono rolled his eyes, "But you can't say he's very familiar with me."
Chu Zihang's heart skipped a beat. The girl put her hands behind her back and looked at him with a smile, her eyes filled with indescribable tenderness.
"The one I...love," the girl said.
…
…
The ghost lay coldly on its stomach for several hours, its whole body soaked to the skin, and its skin surface was cold, as cold as a reptile.
Within a few hours, two snakes swam by her feet, a centipede crawled across the corner of her mouth, a small group of ants got under her clothes to take shelter from the rain, and not far from her, a group of field mice were always there.
Nibbling on the roots of the alfalfa, she remained motionless and her breathing was extremely weak. She only inhaled life-sustaining air and exhaled it every time.
This is what a sniper should be like. The sniper is just the frame of the rifle, and the frame only exists for the moment when the bullet comes out of the chamber.
Don't let your opponent be aware of your presence before exiting the chamber.
"Yan Ling·Winter".
This is her bloodline ability, a negligible ability. Like a reptile, she can reduce her breathing and blood flow to the limit, just to maintain life, and even paralyze some of her limbs.
What can exert force is only the finger that pulls the trigger and a few necessary muscles, as well as vision. A sniper needs eagle-like vision and sanity to determine the best time to fire.
She only had one chance, because the only bullet that was fatal to the dragon clan was in the chamber of her gun.
She knew exactly what Lu Shanyan was doing. Lu Shanyan was just trying to get the best launch opportunity for her. Even if he exploded with blood, it would still be difficult for him to challenge a dragon with a level as high as "ancient dragon" in terms of speech and spirit.
This is the consistent code of conduct of the Lion Heart Society. Companions are sacrificed just to achieve the final goal. She will not be more energetic because of Lu Shanyan's fall and go out to take a closer look. Lu Shanyan is using his life
Fight for her chance, she can't waste this opportunity.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Maybe the moment Lu Shanyan falls is the best time to launch.
She was only two hundred yards away from Lu Shanyan's battlefield. From this distance, she could hit a one-mark silver coin with one shot and pierce it without causing it to shatter.
As long as she goes all out, she can definitely do it.
"Do you have any other options now?" The dragon sneered and threw Chu Zihang aside. All the bones in his body were broken. Even after three blood explosions, it would take a while to repair the purity of his bloodline.
Lu Shanyan gasped for air. Chu Zihang failed to create opportunities for them. The dragon's defense was like an iron wall.
There is no way, indeed, but...
"Come on, kill me." Lu Shanyan smiled miserably and walked towards the dragon step by step, "You can kill me, but you can't take away my dignity. Do you understand the meaning of dignity?"
"Kill me, give me a beautiful blow and pierce my heart." Lu Shanyan opened his windbreaker.
His heart was pierced, with a sharp stab. The sharp thorns on the dragon wings penetrated Lu Shanyan's heart and came out from behind.
"Ghost!" Lu Shanyan spat out a mouthful of thick blood and suddenly roared.
This was what he wanted, everything was a cover-up. He grabbed the dragon's wings tightly, and with his weak human hands, he was determined not to let go even if his hand bones were shattered.
He wants to keep the dragon for one second, and one second is enough. The ghost's rifle will penetrate the dragon's brain! The bullets from the Philosopher's Stone are enough to make his body and spirit vanish into thin air!
No gunshot was heard. Lu Shanyan gained a second, but there was no gunshot. After a second, a bone spur on the dragon wing actually detached and flew out.
The Supreme in the sky chuckled, and with a flick of his finger, the bone spur deflected at a weak angle... and hit the ghost's shoulder.
The Supreme flicked again, and the ghost was knocked unconscious by the force, and he weakly released the trigger of the rifle.
She originally had a moment of opportunity, but there was Lu Shanyan between her and the dragon. If she wanted to shoot, she had to kill Lu Shanyan first. She hesitated, and after a second, Lu Shanyan exchanged his life for a chance.
seconds.
"Ghost!" Lu Shanyan turned around and yelled sadly. He thought the ghost was dead.
Lu Shanyan was proud of his students and looked forward to the shot that would determine the outcome, but that shot would never sound again.
"Sigh." Lu Mingfei sighed. Of course he knew why the ghost didn't shoot. "My great-great-grandfather owes a lot of debts to his life."
A pair of golden dragons stared at Lu Shanyan coldly, reached out and pinched his neck, and lifted him up.
The moment it lifted Lu Shanyan up, the bone wings behind it opened up and no longer protected its back.
Chance!
Caesar jumped up from the darkness, holding the Philosopher's Stone Crossbow in his hand.
But the dragon seemed to have noticed it already, and another bone spur on the bone wing came loose and hit Caesar's chest.
At the last moment when Caesar lost consciousness, he threw the crossbow arrow with all his strength. The dragon's bone wings retracted, revealing a stern smile.
Once the spiritual element is refined into the Philosopher's Stone, it also has a form. Its unlimited limit is only for the spirit of speech. However, as a tangible thing, if it hits the surface of something as tough as a bone, it will still cause damage.
shatter.
It's just that... when the Philosopher's Stone arrowhead came into contact with the bone wings, a huge explosion occurred, and then burned fiercely on the dragon's wings.
"Constantine? This is Constantine's power!" The dragon howled in pain, "Why do you have Constantine's power!"
But Caesar could no longer answer him.
Cancel! Cancel! Cancel!
The dragons frantically tried to use the power of the monarch to cancel this flame, but it was a pity that it came from the King of Bronze and Fire whose power was equal to it!
The dragon could only tear off the bone wing.
"You are such an invincible little beast." It looked at the almost burned bone wings on the ground, "I admire your courage, humans."
Carrying Lu Shanyan, who was almost a corpse, Long Lei sat silently on the steps, with the single wing behind him spread out, like a barrier to his throne.
He didn't care at all about the "eggs" that the Deadpools coveted. He waited, maybe because he was tired, or maybe he was waiting for someone.
The door of the manor was pushed open, and footsteps slowly approached.
The dying Lu Shanyan heard a familiar voice, the sound of Atkan's long knife scratching in the ground.
"Meineke?" Lu Shanyan said hoarsely.
"Give my friend and I a chance to talk." Meineke said to the dragon, "He is going to die anyway."
The dragon looked at him and threw Lu Shanyan at Menike's feet like a piece of dead meat to a dog.
Menike picked him up, wiped off the blood, stared at his friend's face, and actually patted his face, "It's not bad, it's much better than I thought."
"Why are you coming back?" Lu Shanyan asked in a low voice, "The ghost is dead...I am going to die too. No one can save you when you come back. But actually I am quite happy...I really want to see you, but I no longer have eyes.
.”
"If you have eyes, you will find that I am smiling and elegant now, and there is not a drop of blood on my windbreaker. According to Chinese words," Meineke changed to Chinese, "I feel refreshed. I just feel refreshed and want to
Come back and deal with this dragon."
"If you're not joking, will you die?" Lu Shanyan smiled, and two lines of thick blood slowly streaked across his face.
"What is this? Don't tell me you're crying." Menike said, "Don't cry. We both look great. Really... we can be even better."
He turned the long knife over, cut off Lu Shanyan's braid, and threw it into the rain, "Don't you hate this braid very much? Now I'll cut it off for you. You won't be able to return to China alive anyway, so don't be afraid of the Prime Minister."
I'm in Yamen now. You look really handsome now, I almost feel a little inferior."
"The egg was sent away?" Lu Shanyan asked.
"Yeah, something great happened, but it's a pity that you couldn't see it with your own eyes. That old guy Charlotte is as fierce as an old lion, and our new friend Fingel actually has some unknown spirit of speech, a sword.
Deadpool has been killed."
Meineke said, "Then two more girls and a boy came. The pressure on the boy was terrifying, but he should be on our side. He helped us get rid of a troublesome guy."
"I'm going to die, and you still talk so much," Lu Shanyan smiled with relief, "Are you always so talkative?"
"It's just because I'm about to die that I have to say a few more words to you. I won't have a chance to say anything in the future." Menike's tears mixed with blood hit Lu Shanyan's face.
"Are they tears or blood?" Lu Shanyan reached out and touched his cheek, "Friend, it's embarrassing if it's tears. If you say it's blood, you're lying. You should feel refreshed."
"It's rain, just warm rain." Meineke whispered.
Lu Shanyan slowly cooled down, and Menieke could no longer feel his breathing.
"Don't die." The Supreme Being above the sky ordered, and Lu Shanyan breathed his last, but no one noticed.
Menike put down Lu Shanyan and stood up to look at the dragon. He no longer wanted to kneel down weakly, and his eyes shone with a golden light comparable to that of a dragon.
"You have also started the road to becoming a god? If you can't kneel down in front of me, you are the strongest among you, right? Why aren't you the one who stays?" The dragon looked at Meineke.