Dragon Clan: They're all insane, and you still want me to slay dragons?

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"You don't necessarily have to buy official merchandise. Becoming a hero isn't a privilege reserved for the rich. A pirated ring that costs a few dollars is just as good."

Chen Motong continued to persuade Gao Kui.

"Forget it, I've already received part of my scholarship money. I still want to buy an official Sparkler first, and offer some rice to Brother Dai."

"You're the one who said it was fine, not that I wouldn't cosplay Hokutosei and Minami Yuko with you."

A boy and a girl walked along an empty street, chatting about childish things as the sun set. Deadpool's wailing was mournful, and black splatter sprayed and fell like raindrops, drip-drip-drip-drip...

"It seems we just missed the exit."

Chen Motong suddenly said, "The entrance to the Nibelungen is usually also the exit. We came in through that alley, but we've already walked more than a hundred meters."

"Then why are you only reminding me now?"

"I really like this feeling, just the two of us walking down an empty street. Apart from those Deadpools, nobody bothers us, the whole world is quiet and there are no other worries..."

The girl looked up at the setting sun, her eyes filled with weariness, yet clear as a calm lake. Suddenly, she turned her head and stuck out her tongue at Gao Kui.

"Actually, I forgot."

Again, he contradicted his first statement with his second. Gao Kui completely ignored Chen Motong and treated the girl as if she were air, letting everything go in one ear and out the other without taking it to heart.

Seeing that Gao Kui still showed no sign of turning back, Chen Motong asked again, "Why are you still walking forward? Do you think there's something strange about Nibelungen?"

"I'm looking for a clothing store."

Gao Kui carefully observed the shops on both sides of the street: "You don't mean to just go out like this, do you? Nibelungen is located in a busy downtown area. If we just go out like this, we'll definitely be arrested and taken to the police station for questioning."

Indeed, Chen Motong only then realized the problem.

Having suffered a series of car accidents and a deadly battle with heroic spirits, their clothes were already tattered.

It's impossible that their skin was accidentally exposed; they did have a significant amount of skin exposed, but that skin was covered by their own and Deadpool's blood.

To the uninitiated, they would look like corpses that had just crawled out of an ancient battlefield of mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

"Hey, found it! It's a brand-name store!" Gao Kui suddenly beamed with joy and pulled Chen Motong towards a clothing store on the side of the road.

Brand names, where can I find brand names?

Chen Motong looked bewildered as Gao Kui led her closer, only then realizing what the brand name Gao Kui was referring to was: Metersbonwe.

For Gao Kui, who was not well-off and only had a few old clothes besides her school uniform, Metersbonwe was a genuine brand name.

Like a Japanese soldier entering a village, Gao Kui first used the mineral water in the store to roughly wash off the bloodstains on his body, then clapped his hands and howled as he pounced on the clothes rack and shoe cabinet to start his zero-yuan purchase.

"Nibelungen is so much better. All the shops are empty, and you can buy anything for free. It's so much better than that stingy Odin from last time."

Hey, I feel like a rich young master named Duanmu right now, I don't even need to look at the price tags when I shop at Metersbonwe.

Alliston Business School versus Shilan High School or Kassel High School, you versus Chu Yuxun, you've matched up, you've matched up with both!

Chen Motong felt completely bewildered. What was with all this talk about a noble young master and Chu Yuxun? And they were saying things she couldn't understand.

Seeing Gao Kui sweeping through clothes regardless of style or matching, Chen Motong couldn't bear to look at him and grabbed him, saying, "Even if you're handsome, don't just throw on any clothes. You're ruining your face."

"Stand there and don't move, let me help you pick out...this top and these pants, try them on."

After changing into the outfit Chen Motong had chosen for her, she stood in front of the cross mirror and looked at herself. She felt that it did look much better than the outfit she had put together herself: "It definitely looks better than what I put together myself."

"of course."

Chen Motong glanced at his masterpiece, nodded slightly in satisfaction, and then bent down to help Gao Kui pick out the other clothes: "The Chen family has very strict family rules."

Literature, calligraphy, martial arts, marksmanship, fashion trends... I've learned a little bit of almost everything. My eye and taste are more than enough to make me a stylist, so the clothes I put together for you will naturally look good.

"Of course, you have a good foundation, it would be even better if you were a little more muscular..."

Just minutes ago they were battling a super-powerful group of Deadpools, and now they're in a Metersbonwe store, chatting about fashion and style.

Gao Kui tried on two more outfits that Chen Motong had chosen for him, but he still ignored what Chen Motong said. Looking at Chen Motong in the mirror, who was still helping him choose clothes, he thought of Xia Mi hanging on the wall a few days ago.

"Could you pick out a few outfits for Xia Mi too? Her coat is worn out, and she doesn't seem to be very wealthy. She'd be happy to get a few new outfits for free."

And let's pick out a few things for Chu Zihang and Fingel too..."

Most students in the class were unaware of how expensive the Hermes and Prada bags Chu Zihang wore were. Even at Shilan Middle School, the vast majority of students still considered Nike and Adidas to be the top brands.

Despite possessing some inexplicable memories, Gao Kui knew just how expensive Chu Zihang's clothes were: just the clothes and shoes alone cost tens of thousands of yuan, which, if converted to egg pancakes with ham, would amount to ten thousand.

Including accessories and bags, Chu Zihang carried at least 30,000 egg pancakes with ham on his back every day on his way to and from school.

But this didn't stop Gao Kui from still regarding Metersbonwe as a luxury brand, and he even planned to give Chu Zihang a few pieces.

My poor buddy can only give you clothes of this caliber. Take it or leave it!

“Xia Mi…”

Chen Motong paused slightly, then hung up the top she had just picked out for Gao Kui again, smiling broadly: "Of course, no problem. I happen to know what kind of clothes she likes. We talk about these things every night."

"But I helped you, so shouldn't you do me a favor too?"

"What's the deal?"

"Get me a set too."

Chapter 58 The Seven-Horned, Seven-Eyed Lamb

As the sun dips below the horizon, everything is imbued with a strange duality.

The day has not died, nor has the night been born. This enormous suspension, like the most delicate weight on the scales of fate, etches an eternal golden edge on the boundary between glory and darkness.

An old taxi was parked on the corner of the road next to the alley entrance. The driver's seat was almost flat. Mai Shude, wearing sunglasses, was lying in the car. Her long, straight, and almost unreal beautiful legs were crossed and propped up on the dashboard under her jeans.

"Potato chips are calling for long legs, potato chips are calling for long legs, please respond if you hear me, over."

"Long legs received, over."

Mai Shude pressed the pager button on the walkie-talkie weakly.

"The Second Son is about to emerge from Nibelungen. Be prepared. Their chariot is most likely destroyed in Nibelungen. Once they emerge, go and take them to Little Dragon Girl. Over."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Mai stretched, interrupting Chip Girl's formulaic conversation, and adjusted her seat back while complaining: "Seriously, why did I get a script for a taxi driver? Couldn't it be about a glamorous older sister in a gorgeous evening gown driving a luxury car?"

"If you insist on playing that kind of role, the eldest daughter of the Chen family will probably be under a lot of pressure."

The script set up by that official and the boss should feature Little Dragon Girl and Miss Chen as the main characters. The Nibelungen quote should be enough to move Miss Chen.

"That's perfect. It'll put some pressure on Miss Chen and let her know that good things will always be in high demand."

Mai Shude is eager to try her hand at this, believing that her character overlaps with Chen Motong's and that she is just as charming.

"That would make the situation even more uncontrollable, and neither that official nor the boss wants to cause any further trouble."

After a pause, the potato chip girl asked again, "You don't mean to get involved too, do you?"

I advise you not to have this idea. According to that person's script, the Second Son should have three brides, but there are currently four brides-to-be. If you get involved, that makes five.

I've reviewed the information of the prospective brides, and I'm afraid your competitiveness isn't quite there. Not just you, but even the eldest daughter of the Chen family isn't quite competitive enough.

"Why does it have to be three brides? Since none of them can stay together forever, it doesn't matter if there's one more of me, right?" Mai Shude muttered.

"This was decided by that person and the boss. If you have any different opinions, you can talk to them." Chip Girl brought up the two big shots.

"You think I wouldn't dare!?"

Mai Shude naturally held that person and the boss in the highest regard, especially that person. Apart from the Second Coming One, there was no one in heaven or earth whose status could compare with that person.

But Shude Mai was not afraid of that man; his temperament was just as kind, loving, and beautiful as described in the classics.

"No more."

After a retort to the potato chip girl, Mai Shude suddenly sat up straight: "The son of the second coming and the little girl from the Chen family have come out."

"Don't do anything reckless, you really don't have any competition..."

blah blah...

A series of noises came from the walkie-talkie; the other end had hung up.

In the presidential suite on the 28th floor of the Regent Hotel, Su Enxi put down the walkie-talkie, rubbed her temples, and sighed weakly, knowing that the long-legged guy was most likely going to cause trouble.

We must report this to that person and the boss immediately... no, perhaps they already know by now.

Pushing open the door to the side bedroom, Su Enxi entered the suite's living room.

The enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, like a frameless giant screen, framed the fading glow of the setting sun. The rosy light streamed into the suite, dividing the space, the black and white checkerboard, and the figures into two parts.

Light and shadow flickered, and the air remained still as amber.

In the glow of the setting sun, the boss, playing white, frowned as he pondered his next move, seemingly oblivious to Su Enxi's arrival.

Chip Girl glanced at the chessboard. This game seemed to be heading towards a draw, just like the other games between the boss and that person over the past two days.

The person in the shadows held a chess piece in their hand, then turned to look at Su Enxi with a warm and loving smile: "Has he already come out of Nibelungen?"

"Just came out, and Long Legs is taking the Second Son and the others to Little Dragon Girl as planned."

Su Enxi paused for a moment, but still decided to report Jiu De Mai's little tricks to the big boss: "It seems like the long-legged guy is planning something, he's targeting your chosen bride-to-be..."

At least, he wasn't entirely convinced of Chen Motong's abilities.

"Let her be."

The shadowy figure waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned about Mai's self-righteousness and temper.

Having fulfilled her duties and confirmed the official's attitude, Su Enxi returned to her room and opened a bag of potato chips to replenish the energy she had expended due to excessive mental exertion.

“I’ve always wondered why it has to be three brides, and not other numbers, like seven.”

Unable to figure out his next move, the boss simply gave up thinking for the time being, took a short break, and chatted with the shadowy figure.

"Thirdly, it is a manifestation of humanity: the Trinity, Daniel praying three times a day, the resurrection on the third day, Peter's three denials and comparisons with the Lord—the number 3 is always closely related to the Son."

After a pause, the shadowy figure added, "And according to the Bible, shouldn't he have had three brides?"

Revelation 19:7: For the Lord our God, the Almighty, reigns. Let us rejoice and be glad and give him glory. For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and his bride has prepared herself.

Who is the bride? She is the church.

There is a very clear concept in Christian theology: the church is the bride of Immanuel, a concept that has been mentioned many times in the Bible.

The Church today is divided into three major factions: Catholicism, Eastern Orthodoxy, and Protestantism, so the Son of the Second Coming should naturally have three brides.