Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Book author: Sunshine Laodou

When the Black King awakens from his slumber, he will usher in his twilight.

"I want the boy to go home with his father on a rainy night. I want the two monsters to have the grandest wedding under a tree in Tokyo.

I want my father to be reunited with his three children. I want my great mother not to be killed by a dog."

"Everyone deserves happiness! There's no reason, I just want to do it."

"That's right, Black King, it's just what I wanted to do!"

Ye Fan sat high in the sky and said so.

I am their senior brother, so of course I have to suppress all enemies in the world for them!

Chapter 1 Crossing

"I really want to streak~"

"Even though I'm streaking right now, it's no big deal at home. I'd rather feel the breeze with my dick..."

The bathroom was filled with steam, like a hazy sea of ​​fog.

The boy sat slumped in the bathtub. A layer of ice chips floated on the surface of the water, reflecting a faint light.

An hour ago, there was no water in the bathtub, only full of ice cubes.

The boy's body was half immersed in ice water. His slender and muscular figure was as perfect as an ancient Greek sculpture, with smooth and powerful muscle lines.

With the help of the ice, the boy's skin color turned from the red caused by the boiling dragon blood back to white.

The urge to pursue nature caused by the boiling dragon blood is gradually fading away.

The boy glanced at the bathroom door warily to make sure his mother was not outside.

After confirming that everything was correct, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Drops of water slid down his collarbone and dripped onto the ice, making a slight sound.

A three-dimensional face was reflected in the mirror opposite the bathtub, with wet black hair sticking to the forehead and water dripping from the ends.

The pair of eyes hidden by the black hair now shone brightly like gold, and there seemed to be lava flowing deep in the pupils, with a breathtaking majesty.

"call…"

The young man let out a long breath.

The gold gradually faded away, like the receding tide, and turned back into the original deep blue color of the eyes, like a deep ocean, with endless secrets hidden in its calmness.

"finally......"

Ye Fan let out a long breath, feeling the violent power in his body gradually subside.

After half a year, this damn dragon blood was finally completely suppressed by him.

He raised his hand and slid his long fingers across the water, the ice chips making slight clinking sounds under his touch.

He slowly stood up from the bathtub, water droplets sliding down his body, evaporating into a light white mist in the cold air.

His movements were graceful and calm, like a god from a myth. He walked to the mirror, wiped away the mist on the mirror, and looked at the handsome face.

This face inherited the excellent genes of his father, whom he had never met, with a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, a well-defined jawline, and especially those blue eyes.

If nothing unexpected happens, his father should be a European, after all, his mother has a very pure Chinese ancestry.

"I don't know who that damn father of Yuansheng is?" Ye Fan cursed in a low voice, "His bloodline is a bit too high. Even if my mother is a Transcendent A Grade, she shouldn't have given birth to a monster like me."

The memory uncontrollably went back to seventeen years ago.

During a road trip, Ye Fan was accidentally run over by a 100-ton truck.

Then he traveled to this world, and his consciousness descended into a fetus still in the womb.

Because both parents are of high bloodline.

The poor original owner's soul had been completely devoured by the dragon blood in his body. The entire fetus itself had basically lost its human form and transformed into a dragon.

Ye Fan's consciousness descended here. Because he was an outsider, his consciousness was superior to this body, so he would not be affected by the dragon blood.

This allowed him to gradually calm the boiling dragon blood. As long as he wasn't completely consumed by the dragon blood, he could rely on his tenacious human will to slowly break free from the erosion of the dragon blood.

This should be considered as compensation for his time travel.

Theoretically, Ye Fan can have unlimited blood burst. As long as he controls the amount, he doesn't have to worry about the side effects of blood burst.

It’s a pity that he hasn’t mastered this technology yet, so he can only learn it slowly at Kassel College later.

Dry yourself and change into clean clothes.

The golden eyes in the mirror had completely returned to their normal deep blue color, like the calm sea after a storm.

The efforts of the past six months have not been in vain, and he has finally become a royal hybrid with a stable bloodline.

By comparing himself with that cold-faced junior brother, his mother, and Chu Tianjiao, Ye Fan concluded that he was at least an SS-level hybrid.

He possesses two word spirits, one is the Black King's word spirit·Discipline, and the other is the White King's word spirit·Mirror Pupil.

Because the original owner had completely transformed into a dragon before he was born, Ye Fan completed his awakening as soon as he was born.

Or perhaps pure-blooded dragons don't need to awaken, as the Word Spirit is something they naturally possess.

As a benefit that came with the original owner being almost a pure-blooded dragon, Ye Fan’s mind was filled with a lot of knowledge that pure-blooded dragons possess at birth.

For example, dragon writing, spiritual words, and the many alchemical knowledge and dragon common sense that come with them.

For 16 years, this body has been unstable, so he can only suppress the dragon blood in this body through his human consciousness.

Moreover, what he did half a year ago was too extreme. Now he didn't know how he dared to draw his sword against Odin.

But now it’s okay, he has finally completed the suppression of the dragon blood blessed by the old king.

"It's time to go to school."

He walked out of the bathroom and dressed neatly. This was his last year at Shilan Middle School, and he decided to enjoy his last days in high school.

In the early morning of the end of May, the sun already carries the scorching heat of midsummer, and the chirping of cicadas is like countless violins playing in the air, playing a prelude to summer.

The plane trees on both sides of the street cast mottled shadows. The girls would roll up their trouser legs, revealing their white calves, and walk lightly under the shade of the trees, like deer in the forest.

Ye Fan pushed open the door of the villa, and the sunlight shone on the stone road in front of the door, reflecting his slender figure.

This villa is not big, but it is cozy enough.

His mother owned a hotel in Hainan, which was rented out to someone else after he started junior high school.

The monthly rent of 10 yuan was enough for the mother and son to live well. At least Ye Fan had never worried about money.

Ye Wei was sitting in the restaurant, her skin as white as snow set off by a purple dress. Although she was in her forties, she looked like a girl in her early twenties.

Her slender fingers held the coffee cup, and "Running Man" was playing on the tablet in front of her. The light and shadow from the screen were reflected on her face, and her feet were dangling under the bench.

Chen He's devilish laughter still echoed in the air of the house.

"Mom, I'm going to school."

Ye Fan greeted lazily.

"Be careful on your way." Mother stared intently at the screen without looking up. "Come back early tonight. I made you some soup."

"Okay, I might bring some classmates back to eat."

Ye Fan waved his hand, picked up his schoolbag and walked out the door.

The bus stop was just outside the villa area. He walked over slowly and saw from a distance a slightly decadent figure standing under the bus stop, staring down at the screen of his mobile phone, as if waiting for some kind of fate to be pronounced.

Chapter 2 Lu Mingfei

Maybe it was because it was their usual meeting time, or maybe it was his unique perception, but Lu Mingfei sensed Ye Fan's arrival.

"Brother Fan!"

Lu Mingfei raised his head, revealing a slightly decadent face, but his eyes were sparkling, but he hurriedly hid the phone behind his back with his hands.

Ye Fan walked over and put his arm around Lu Mingfei's shoulders.

His height of 1 meters makes Lu Mingfei, who is 78 meters tall, look a little petite.

Lu Mingfei looked up at Ye Fan. His black hair shone faintly in the sunlight, and his deep blue eyes seemed to hide the entire Mediterranean Sea.

Every gesture he made was filled with innate elegance, as if the whole world was at his feet.

It’s a pity that the other person’s words are inconsistent with his temperament, and there is always a hint of vulgarity in his words.

"Are you waiting for news from Chen Wenwen again?"

Ye Fan asked with a smile, his lips curled up. He noticed Lu Mingfei's little action just now.

Lu Mingfei's face was like an apple burned by the sun: "No, no..."

"Come on, I'm all too familiar with that expression of yours."

Ye Fan ruffled his hair, his movements casual but with a domineering attitude that brooked no refusal: "Come to my house tonight to play StarCraft. This time, I'm going to beat you and Old Tang until they call you daddy!"

"Come on, Brother Fan, you always brag, but you're the worst at it."

Lu Mingfei just rolled his eyes at Ye Fan's bold words.

"Um!"

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and glared at Lu Mingfei, with a hint of threat in his deep blue eyes:

"That's because you haven't seen my true skills. I'll show you tonight!"

Lu Mingfei stopped talking and just looked at Ye Fan silently, with a hint of pity in his eyes that hid the lion.

This big brother of mine is good at everything: good at studying, handsome, humorous and witty, but his gaming skills... it's really hard to describe.

That can't be described as a dish, it still needs more practice.

But Ye Fan's gaming skills had become so deplorable that they were beyond redemption, as if he was cursed.