On the Elevated Bridge, Lu Mingfei leaned against the car, holding up his phone with the screen facing one side of the bridge.
Before him, an enormous figure like a mountain rested both claws on the bridge deck, looking exactly like a big dog with its front paws on a coffee table—except this "big dog" was so huge that it made one wonder whether they had wandered onto the set of a monster movie.
"Brother—Brother!"
A world-shaking roar exploded from beside the Elevated Bridge, sending ripples across the pooled water on its surface. A massive dragon head rested against the bridge railing, tears streaming endlessly from its lantern-sized eyes and splashing into the river one drop at a time.
Fenrir wept like a three-thousand-ton child.
The Dead Servant version of He Xiaomeng in the tunnel had been concocted by him and Xia Mi together. He had thought his brother would never come back—Dragon Kind lived lives long enough to be described as "eternal," but precisely because those lives were so long, the loss of family was all the harder to bear.
Now that he had suddenly seen his brother alive, overwhelming joy had crushed every dam of reason. Other than crying, he did not know how else to express himself.
Rigerif jumped down from atop Fenrir's head. Today, the Valkyrie wore a sleek combat uniform, her hair tied in a ponytail that fell behind her shoulders. She looked so valiant and dashing that she seemed to have just stepped out from the halls of Valhalla. She leaned toward the phone screen, and when she saw He Xiaomeng in the video, her eyes lit up. She waved cheerfully.
"Stop, stop, stop—I know you're excited, but don't get excited yet." Seeing Fenrir still trying to climb onto the bridge, Xia Mi hurriedly