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This is quite normal, considering he is Chu Tianjiao's son, while Gao Kui is not.
When faced with a choice, who wouldn't choose their blood-related son?
"My classmate is different!"
Chu Zihang quickly explained for Gao Kui: "Gao Kui is different from ordinary people. He is also a mixed-race person like us."
Just now at school, he kicked a desk and smashed it to pieces. His eyes were gleaming with golden light, brighter than car headlights.
"Ok?"
What? Your classmate is also a Little Dragon, and his bloodline has awakened?
Chu Tianjiao glanced back at Gao Kui, his eyes filled with surprise, before he seemed to understand.
Hybrids are born with the sorrow of blood. Their non-human, non-dragon bloodline makes them naturally alienated from ordinary people. The stronger the bloodline, the stronger the alienation.
This is the loneliness that belongs to mixed-race people.
Only geniuses can be friends with geniuses, and only mixed-race people can be friends with mixed-race people.
His son is definitely of mixed race, and Gao Kui being able to become his son's friend probably means he's also of mixed race.
"I wanted to interact with you as an ordinary person, but instead I was met with your estrangement. I'm not pretending anymore, I'm laying my cards on the table."
Gao Kui sighed slightly and confronted the Chu father and son: "I am Jesus."
"Young man, you're really joking."
"You guys started the joke."
Chu Zihang's eyes held a complex expression as he tapped his temple: "Gao Kui... something's not right here..."
Chu Tianjiao suddenly realized, "Oh, no wonder, what normal person would say they are Jesus?"
and many more!
Chu Tianjiao suddenly turned around, his eyes scrutinizing the ailing Gao Kui: "These eyebrows... these facial features, they really seem familiar."
Your friend's surname is Gao, so if I'm not mistaken, your friend must be a prince of the Northern Qi dynasty in modern times.
"What Northern Qi prince?" Chu Zihang and Gao Kui both looked on in surprise.
"An ancient mixed-race family in China, with a long history that can be traced back to the Gao family of the Northern Qi Dynasty during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. That is the famous beastly dynasty, the one with the human bone pipa and the jade body lying horizontally."
The Gao family has existed for 1,500 years and its mixed-race members generally have a high bloodline and often suffer from congenital mental illnesses.
Because the Northern Qi dynasty had already fallen, and titles like "King" and "Emperor" held special significance for people of mixed blood, the most outstanding mixed-blood member of the Gao family in that era would be referred to as a prince of the Northern Qi.
Since modern times, the Gao family has remained small. In recent decades, it has almost become extinct, with only one heir per family.
Twenty years ago, I happened to have a connection with the last remaining member of the Gao clan at the time, who was also the previous prince of Northern Qi. Your friend's features are quite similar to his.
I thought he was the last prince of Northern Qi, but I didn't expect he still left behind a lineage.
Chu Tianjiao's eyes were filled with reminiscence, as if he were remembering a friend who had fought alongside him.
"You know my father?"
But I'm an orphan; I grew up in an orphanage.
Gao Kui was shocked. "I don't even know who my father is."
"How rare!"
Chu Tianjiao glanced back at Gao Kui, feeling the burden on his shoulders grow heavier: "Little brother, you couldn't have grown out of a tree in an orphanage, could you? You had to have a father to create you."
"Don't worry, since I know your father, I'll make sure you and Xiaohang are safely delivered today."
Chu Tianjiao was under immense pressure, and his hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly.
If Gao Kui is indeed a prince of the Northern Qi dynasty, then Xiao Hang's earlier statement about a recurrence of tinnitus was probably a euphemism.
The Gao family's hereditary mental illness is notorious in the mixed-race community, and Gao Kui is definitely having an episode right now.
Besides protecting his own son, he also has to protect a mentally ill descendant of a deceased friend, and the adversary he faces is Odin, the next-generation Dragon King with a starting upper limit.
I don't know if I can hold on.
Chapter 9 The Song of the Coming of Emmanuel (4.6k)
"Thank you so much, Uncle. But when it comes down to choosing between two options, it's not a problem for me to be the one to sacrifice."
To be honest, I think life is quite meaningless, but I'm not willing to commit suicide, and my "mother" doesn't allow me to commit suicide, so I've just been living like this, getting by.
If my death could be more heroic, dramatic, and epic, like Jack's in Titanic, it wouldn't be so bad..."
Gao Kui rambled on and on, saying he had long since given up on the idea of dying.
Forget death, he had been taken to hell many times by Emmanuel. Although those were just fantasies, to Gao Kui, who couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, they were real experiences.
"Don't talk nonsense. If you can live, you should try your best to live."
Chu Tianjiao was not surprised by Gao Kui's pessimistic and world-weary mentality. Mentally ill patients are generally pessimistic and world-weary. He encouraged him, saying, "Don't rush to define your life. You have a long road ahead of you."
In the future, you will encounter many unexpected people and things. Someone you originally thought you would never like can easily overturn the decisions you made with such conviction.
Have you ever been in a relationship?
It's not the kind of childish romance, although childish romance can be beautiful too. The innocent and naive days of youth are always beautiful and unforgettable, but we're talking about something else.
Perhaps on an ordinary, sunny morning, on a narrow alley in the old town, you will brush past a girl.
She might be pretty, or she might not be that pretty; she might not have any particularly outstanding features, and her clothes weren't anything special. Her hair at the back of her head was messy, as if she had just woken up.
Before that, you swore to dedicate your life and all your energy to the greatest dragon-slaying cause of the hybrid race. You traveled all over the world, risking your life on various dragon-slaying battlefields. You were a tougher guy than John Rambo and T800.
But you just can't help but like her, and the moment you see her, your chest trembles, your mouth goes dry like a desert, and you want to know everything about her, to overturn all your previous decisions with her..."
Chu Tianjiao is a very talkative person.
His eyes lingered in remembrance, his lips moving rapidly as he offered Gao Kui a lengthy and persuasive speech, or perhaps he was recounting stories of himself or Gao Kui's father.
The half-burnt Hongtashan cigarette butt, a dark red, silently eroded the paper roll. The column of ash, however, stubbornly lingered, like a swaying streetlamp in a stormy night.
Some say that if the ashes don't fall, it's because the cigarette is waiting for someone.
Chu Tianjiao might be waiting for Chu Zihang, or Chu Zihang's mother, but who is she waiting for?
"what!!!!"
Suddenly, Gao Kui's face contorted into a ferocious expression. He knelt on the bed like a madman, letting out a muffled growl, and pounded the bed board with his fists.
Chu Tianjiao suddenly stopped talking, pulled back his thoughts that had been wandering off into the distance, and grabbed Chu Zihang, who was trying to comfort Gao Kui.
He seems to have actually spent some time with Gao Kui's father and has extensive experience dealing with mental illness.
After letting out a lot of his pent-up frustration and anger with a low growl, Gao Kui finally stopped, lowered his head, and said, "I'm sorry, Uncle, I couldn't help it, I really couldn't help it..."
The nerves of mentally ill people are always sensitive and fragile, and they may be triggered at any time, leading to madness or breakdown.
"I'm used to it."
Chu Tianjiao flicked his cigarette ash, without asking Gao Kui why he fell ill. He wasn't always talkative, and simply pointed to the bed board above Gao Kui's head.
"There's a snakeskin bag on your head, on the upper bunk. Take it off; you'll need the stuff inside later. While Odin and his bastards are still here, you should practice quickly."
Chu Zihang stepped onto the chair, turned around, and went to find the snakeskin bag that Chu Tianjiao had mentioned.
Actually, there's no need to look for it specifically. The upper bunk isn't particularly messy. Apart from two bundled-up raincoats, there are just cardboard boxes piled up with electric kettles, power strips, and other miscellaneous items, as well as a conspicuous red striped cheap snakeskin bag.
It was placed quietly in the corner of the upper bunk, looking extremely rough and cheap, perhaps bought by a man for three or five yuan when he passed by a train station.
Chu Zihang weighed the snakeskin bag in his hand; it was rather heavy. He then lifted the bag down and placed it on the bed where Gao Kui was sitting.
With a "rip," Gao Kui pulled open the snakeskin bag, revealing something inside that made the two young men's pupils shrink in shock.
格洛克G17半自动手枪、美国造M4super90战术霰弹枪、搭载了M203榴弹发射器的M16A1突击步枪……
In Al Pacino's "Scarface," the protagonist Tony Montana wielded this weapon, contributing a classic scene and line that went down in film history. This scene and line were later paid homage to in "GTA: Vice City."
Besides the firearms and ammunition, there were also bundles of katanas wrapped in old newspapers and tied together with cable ties. The engine of the hundred-ton king trembled, and the katanas clashed together, producing a crisp, low groan.
Gao Kui pulled out a katana, tore off the old newspaper wrapping the blade, and gazed at the reflection on the smooth, mirror-like surface of the blade. He was filled with anticipation, imagining that the next second Chu Tianjiao would park the 100-ton car in front of a barbecue stand and shout "Freezing hands!", and then he and Chu Zihang would push open the car door and rush out with murderous intent...
"its not bad, right?"
Chu Tianjiao, with one hand on the steering wheel, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, raised an eyebrow and proudly introduced his collection to the two children.
"Semi-automatic pistols, high-powered revolvers, shotguns, grenades, assault rifles—all kinds of weapons are available, enough to deal with the vast majority of conventional firepower conflicts."
Every gun and every bullet is a top-quality product from the Equipment Department, far superior to anything available on the market.
Not only firearms and ammunition, but the two bundles of longswords tied with zip ties were also made by the equipment department. Although they weren't alchemical weapons, the forging materials were all extremely rare and tough alloys, making them sturdy, durable, and excellent for hacking and slashing...
Gao Kui threw down the alloy longsword in his hand, took out a Glock G17 and stuffed it into his pocket, then took out the M16A1 with a grenade launcher from the snakeskin bag, his eyes burning with desire.
This is exactly what I've been wanting for all these years! Finally, we can fight a war of plenty!
Chu Zihang also stuffed an SW&M500 revolver into his pocket, then ignored the gun and picked up an alloy katana, gently swinging it in the cramped car interior to familiarize himself with the weight and feel of the long sword.
"Each of you can carry a knife for self-defense. You two won't really need to fight in close combat. By the time we really need to fight in close combat, the three of us will probably be pretty much dead."
Your main task is to use those firearms to clear out the enemy.
When the Deadpool horde catches up, I'll try my best to use my driving skills to run them over with this truck. To be honest, I anticipated a similar situation and made some modifications to the vehicle beforehand.
The chassis, engine, suspension, guardrails, tires—many parts of this heavy truck are reinforced with alloy castings, and if all else fails, there are six rolls of steel in the rear cargo box.
With my driving skills, crushing most Deadpools won't be a problem. Your main task is to use those firearms to clean up any that I can't shake off or that have managed to climb onto the train.
No need to aim, just grip the gun tightly, pull the trigger, and fire all the bullets in one go until you feel safe. Just be extra careful to avoid the tires..."
Chu Tianjiao stubbed out the Hongtashan cigarette and tossed the butt into the wind and rain through the slightly open car window, methodically making preparations for the upcoming battle.
His eyes were extremely calm, like the surface of a lake before a storm, serene yet containing a hidden gravity, as he gently instructed the two children on how to use the firearms.
Loading, changing magazines, grip, gun holding posture...
Chu Tianjiao spoke very seriously. His tone was not as nonchalant as usual, but he didn't speak very fast either. He didn't want to convey any tension to the two little ones at this crucial moment.
Chu Zihang listened attentively. Admittedly, he was confident in his swordsmanship, but the master swordsman who taught him swordsmanship at the Children's Palace had told him more than once that even a sword saint whose swordsmanship had reached the pinnacle could not defeat a child with a pistol.
What's the difference between killing someone with dazzling swordsmanship and killing someone with a pistol and a single bullet?
There is no difference; the latter is even more efficient and can greatly reduce the guilt associated with taking a life.