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Chapter 106: Dragon Bone Cross, the Guy Picking Peaches (asking for monthly tickets)
"Would you like to celebrate together?"

Bai Ci smiled at Qi Xiuyuan and took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet, which was obviously left by Zhou An.

The army has strict control over alcohol, but this is a rare victory in decades, so Bai Ci has no intention of spoiling the fun.

"Let's celebrate together."

Watching the mellow red wine ripple with beautiful colors in the glass, Qi Xiuyuan raised his glass calmly and turned to look out the window: "Let's toast."

Following his gaze, Bai Ci also fell silent.

The sun shone through the dispersing haze, illuminating the silent and solemn deaths below. They were the victims who had lost their voices in this operation.

There are also companions who quietly lick their wounds after the brief joy of victory, looking at the bodies of the victims and silently mourning for the souls of the dead.

Parting is inevitable, leaving is worse than staying.

The greatest fear of death is that it passes us by and leaves us alone.

"..." Bai Ci's excitement faded away. He turned to look at Qi Xiuyuan's calm face and shook his head, saying, "You've done your best. If it were anyone else, the result wouldn't be any better."

Bai Ci didn't say much, and if Qi Xiuyuan hadn't brought it up, he wouldn't have mentioned it.

There is no need for everyone to share the sacrifice and pain behind the joy of victory.

They will be buried in the cemetery, their names will be engraved on the monument to the heroes, and their relatives will be protected for life.

Keep their names in memory and they will continue to live. If their names are forgotten, that is true death.

So, just mourn in silence, remember, and then move on.

"It's just a feeling of the fragility of life," Qi Xiuyuan said softly, "The dead have reached perfection, while the living stand on the ferry and clasp their hands in prayer."

Hearing this, Bai Ci was stunned for a moment, and his usually cold eyes became gentle. He reached out and pressed Qi Xiuyuan's shoulder, and said with a smile: "It seems that you feel it."

"What?" Qi Xiuyuan asked.

"Weight." Bai Ci withdrew his hand and sighed, "The weight of life, the weight of expectation, the weight of trust."

"Maybe." Qi Xiuyuan smiled, but didn't comment. He just raised his glass and said, "Cheers to the dead souls of the past and to the living people of the present."

Bai Ci lifted up the wine glass and gently touched it against the wine. Amid the crisp sound of the glass, two segments of red light swayed slightly, and the tilted wine glass sprinkled the red light.

"You...ahem!"

Bai Ci looked at the dragon corpse behind Qi Xiuyuan and was about to say something, but the next moment he suddenly started coughing violently, as if he was going to cough out his lungs, and his voice was so hoarse that it sounded like an old bellows.

When he lowered his hand from his mouth, dark red blood foam remained on his palm.

"General Bai?"

Qi Xiuyuan frowned when he saw this, but Bai Ci just waved his hand and said calmly, "It's an old problem."

As he spoke, he was still staring at the dragon corpse. Qi Xiuyuan followed his gaze, and his deep pupils couldn't help but condense slightly.

The headless dragon corpse gradually became shriveled, and the blood from its neck seemed to have escaped gravity and flowed into the body like a thread.

"Don't be impatient." Bai Ci stopped Qi Xiuyuan from drawing his sword and silently watched the changes in the dragon corpse. He had no intention of intervening and said calmly, "He is indeed dead."

As if to confirm his words, the dragon corpse began to rot from the edges of its scales, spreading along the metallic scales, and the flesh and blood dissolved like wax in heat.

The flesh rose up into a fine blood mist, clinging to the bones like iron filings drawn to a magnet. Each bone was coated in blood-red crystals, like a breath of white air in the cold winter, condensing on the surface. Following the pale bones beneath, which shone with a cold light, dragon blood cast crimson lines on the dragon bones.

Kaka! Click! !
The dense ribs spread out radially, the vertebrae rose up to form a vertical axis, and the spine and shoulder blades crossed each other to form a cross beam, turning into a three-meter-long cross skeleton, with a liquid dark red glow flowing on the surface.

"This is……"

Qi Xiuyuan's eyes flickered slightly, and Bai Ci's eyes beside him showed ripples. He raised his voice slightly and said with a smile: "Dragon Bone Cross."

"Lu Wu actually didn't leave behind a 'cocoon' for himself during his lifetime!"

Even with Bai Ci's calm personality, he became excited when he saw this scene.

"The Dragon Bone Cross is probably not as simple as a piece of dry bone, right?" Qi Xiuyuan asked knowingly.

"Of course it's not that simple." Bai Ci forced himself to suppress the joy in his heart. "The remains left behind by pure-blooded dragons after death are named because they resemble a cross. The power of their bones and blood is completely sealed within them. This is how dragons pass on their power."

"Dragon Bone Cross, is it rare?" Qi Xiuyuan asked again.

"High-level pure-blooded dragons can hatch again as long as they prepare their 'eggs' before death and complete their soul's 'cocooning'." Bai Ci said solemnly, "Where the 'eggs' for rebirth are hidden is the dragon race's greatest secret."

For thousands of years, the dragon race's ability to 'cocoon' has been an unsolvable nightmare for them.

In fact, there were quite a few dragons that were killed, and one even killed the Dragon King, paying an extremely heavy price for it.

However, they barely obtained the living dragon body and the dragon bone cross, and this was precisely because of the dragon race's "cocooning" ability. In the end, all they managed to do was to put the Dragon King back to sleep, because their powerful "spirit" still existed.

As long as he returns to the 'cocoon' and reproduces a new body, he can return to the throne.

But this time...

"You broke directly into His slumber and killed Him before He could leave His 'egg' after hastily waking up. In a true sense, you killed Him."

Bai Ci looked at Qi Xiuyuan with a burning gaze, and the smile on his face could no longer be suppressed: "Obtain the Dragon Bone Cross and devour it to inherit its power. Both half-bloods and pure-bloods will go crazy for it, even those from aristocratic families..."

Having said that, his pupils narrowed slightly as if he remembered something.

"We can't keep this thing anymore?" Qi Xiuyuan said meaningfully.

"……Do not."

Bai Ci's expression changed several times before he finally calmed down and said in a cold voice, "Only you are worthy of inheriting this power. If you let those old immortals from the aristocratic families take it, they will only use it to prolong their lives and continue to live in vain."

Having said this, he paused, looked at Qi Xiuyuan and said in a deep voice: "You should still remember what you said before."

Qi Xiuyuan narrowed his eyes and was about to say something when he suddenly turned his head and looked into the distance.

Buzz! !

A loud sound of tearing the air came from far away, a noisy wind pressed down from the sky, and the snow-white searchlight pierced the darkness like a sword.

The helicopter flew over at a low altitude, cutting through ripples of clouds and mist. Qi Xiuyuan saw a vague black shadow standing in the cabin.

"Here comes the troublemaker."

Looking at the dark figure looking down at him, Qi Xiuyuan smiled and spoke calmly.

(End of this chapter)