"Woo... it's so hot...!" Bart covered his throat and let out a low moan.
"It's just diluted dragon blood, so what?" Evil Star complained from the side: "So humans are really useless, just a drop of dragon blood will kill you."
"Ah hahahaha..." Husky smiled and wanted to walk to the table aside: "Hasky, please pour Brother Bart a glass of water."
However, before he even moved to get the water bottle, he found a cockroach escaping from the edge of the table. Husky was startled and backed away with a bark.
"Tsk, young master------" Bart then rolled his eyes at the dog-man boy. He endured the burning pain in his body, walked over, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it.
"Ah hahaha..." Husky was quite embarrassed, so he changed the topic and said: "So, is this enough for us? Can Brother Daniel really escape from danger? After that, I can't feel Brother Daniel at all.
He has lost his breath. I hope he is okay."
"He has the freedom to choose." Evil Star said without emotion: "We have tried our best to help him, but the result depends on his own intention."
Anyway, the evil star can no longer feel any sting, which means that the matter has come to an end. Either Daniel drove the succubus out of his spiritual world, or he surrendered to the succubus. No matter it is both.
No matter which one of them, Evil Star and the others can no longer interfere.
"He probably won't come back." Bart took a sip of cold water to moisten his throat, and then sighed feebly: "Such a beautiful ideal world and such a cruel real world, just think about it and you know which one to choose."
Because reality is so cruel, most people will choose to live in the dreams they create.
Whoosh! ------- However, at this moment, a violent wind came from outside the house, shaking the walls and ceilings made of scrap metal in the slums to a rustling sound.
"Uh!" Husky immediately put his face to the window and looked out, exclaiming: "It's Daniel's brother Wang!"
"Just send it here------" Daniel was turning around to thank the lady next to him.
"Brother Daniel! ------" The dog-man boy rushed out of the house impatiently, interrupting the conversation between Daniel and Vivian: "You are really back! Have you defeated the succubus?"
"Husky?" Vivian looked at the dog boy in surprise: "Why are you here?"
"Wow!" Husky shuddered all over and jumped back, knowing that something was wrong: "Aunt Vivian...! Husky just... uh----------
-Actually, it was Uncle Evil Star who brought Husky here!"
"You brat!" Evil Star had already walked outside the house at this time. When he heard Husky blaming him, angry veins appeared on his forehead.
"Evil Star------?" Vivian rolled her eyes at Xinghui Long, her eyes full of reproach: "Why are you bringing this child to a place like this so late at night?"
"This matter... is very complicated. Anyway, I plan to send him back right away." Xinghui Long knew that he was wrong, but he still tried his best to defend himself.
"Uh-huh..." Daniel vomited another mouthful of blood at this time, interrupting everyone's conversation. He covered his mouth with his hand in time to prevent it from spraying everywhere.
"Brother Daniel, are you okay?" Husky asked worriedly.
"I...I'm fine, I'll be fine soon." The young knight said bravely: "Hasky, thank you so much for tonight. Without your help, I would have succumbed to the power of that succubus soon."
Come on. Anyway...I'm fine now. It's late at night. You guys should go back and rest first."
"Okay, okay." Husky replied helplessly.
"I'll take you back." Vivian asked, "Where are you staying? Arthur's palace? Is Hal also there?"
"Uh hahaha... Aunt Vivian, let's explain this when we go back, okay?" Husky said with a helpless smile. This time they were caught by Aunt Vivian, and they will probably be arrested after they go back.
Give him a severe reprimand.
Whoosh! Vivian twisted the ears of Husky and Shaxing, and flew away with a teleportation spell. Daniel also awkwardly walked into his hometown.
"Hi." He looked at a ragged young man sitting in the dark and dilapidated iron house: "Bart."
"Okay," Bart stood up from the sofa: "Since you are back, it's time for me to go back too. It took me so long to pick up trash, and grandpa will definitely beat me to death."
"Bart... I don't know how to thank you for your kindness..." Daniel covered his mouth halfway through his words and forced his blood pressure back from coughing up: "You know... actually you don't need to go back...
...This is your home...right here...from now on, no one will dare to hit you or bully you...you can live with me..."
"Haha, yes. Now you are putting on the air of a brother to talk to me." Bart snorted coldly: "I really regret letting you know about this. If I didn't let you know, we could still be friends.
Yes.------I'm going back, no matter what you say. If you don't die, we'll... see you tomorrow."
"No, Bart, no!" Daniel tried his best to keep his brother, but he didn't know what to say. So he moved his heavy body and walked towards a locked door in the house: "Listen
Wait... I don't know if I will have the chance to see the sunrise tomorrow... So before that, I have something to give you. Please come with me."
"What? Did you bury a treasure in this house?" the rag-picking boy said sarcastically.
"Just follow me..." Daniel lit a kerosene lamp and pushed open the rusty and broken door, opening a path to the basement.
He staggered towards the basement, trying his best to hold on to the slightly decayed wooden handrails in the basement to prevent him from falling down the stairs. He finally reached the dirty, damp and dark basement, and finally found himself in a place that seemed to have been newly dug.
Stopped in front of the muddy ground.
"Bart... please dig this place..." Daniel said feebly. He originally wanted to dig it by himself, but he estimated that his current physical strength was not enough to complete such heavy work, so he ordered him to dig it with him.
The half-brother goes to do it.
"You want me to dig a grave for you, right?" Bart walked over and picked up the shovel helplessly.
Daniel said nothing.
When you dig down with a shovel, all you get is dirt.
When the shovel went down again, what was dug was still soil.
The tenth shovel, the twentieth, the thirty shovel, the hole dug was enough to bury a body, but Daniel still didn't tell Bart to stop. The boy picking up rags wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he was a little impatient.
.
Boom. Until Bart dug his shovel into something, something hard. The feedback sound from the shovel hitting the hard object echoed in the dark and quiet basement, which was quite harsh.
"This is...?!" The precious light seeped out from the cracks dug in the soil, and Bart couldn't help but exclaimed.
He dug faster and dug a little deeper. Something glowing from the soil suddenly appeared in front of the young man:
Buried in the ground is a treasure. In the treasure pit are rubies, gold bars, turning stones, and pearls. In short, there are countless gold, silver and jewelry in that pile of treasures! Each of them has
All of them are treasures of genuine value. Only truly priceless treasures can emit such a strong light. They only rely on the dim light of kerosene lamps to reflect a dazzling colorful light, illuminating the entire basement.
brightly lit!
"This can be considered... a treasure..." Daniel was exhausted at this time and sat on the ground panting: "This... was originally prepared to save his mother, but they can't be used."
Because the damn hospital refused to charge for these treasures of unknown origin. And the doctors refused to operate on Daniel's mother without charging enough money.
All of this is God's will and fate (Kama). Those who were originally hopeless can't be saved no matter how hard they try.
Daniel paused, closed his eyes and sighed: "...Bart, if I die...just take away all the things buried here. You can go anywhere...live a happy life."
.Spend as much as you like...whatever you do...it's all your...freedom..."
"I don't want it." Bart whispered: "Don't look down on others. Who wants your charity?"
"Bart... I'm sorry..." Daniel seemed unable to hear his brother's words at all. Instead, he continued to himself: "I'm sorry. All these years... I never knew... you were my brother."
.At that time, dad brought you to my house...I thought...it was just because of his work..."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Bart glanced at the other party.
"I should have noticed it a long time ago. I should have... been nicer to you..." The young knight's voice became even lower: "If I had known about this earlier... I wouldn't have looked at you.
Suffering but doing nothing..."
"Forget it, you------" The rag-picking boy turned away, not only because of anger, but also because of embarrassment.
"It may be too late to say this now, but...please forgive me, Bart. May you...live happily..."
"Daniel?" Bart turned his head and looked at his brother.
"So sleepy..." The knight boy lay on the ground, his voice getting smaller and smaller, so low that only he could hear it: "I have to... take a nap..."
"Are you going to sleep in a place like this?" Bart glanced at Daniel: "You'll catch a cold."
The other party didn't answer.
"Daniel? Daniel!" Bart went over and shook Daniel, but found that the knight boy was as cold as a corpse.
"Oh my God..." The young man picking up rags was frightened and at a loss for a moment: "Could he really be dead?!"
"Daniel! Daniel!!" He shook his brother harder, trying to wake him up. But obviously that was impossible.
"Wake up! Daniel! Don't joke with me!!" He slapped Daniel's face, but he saw blood oozing out from the corners of Daniel's mouth. Black poisonous blood.
"No! ----------" young Bart's exclamation echoed in the dark and cold basement.