Chapter 2351 - 2352: Being Your Ancestor Is More Than Enough

"Boss, let's take a break. Even I, a dragon, am exhausted from running, and you're still acting like nothing's happening."

Yang Fei snorted, turned around, and rapped Long Xiaoshuai hard on the forehead with a flick.

"I didn't bring you here for sightseeing. We're Special Forces. Let me repeat that, Special Forces."

"You can't even handle this little bit of hardship? Might as well go back, find yourself a wife, and retire."

Long Xiaoshuai muttered something under his breath, voice very low.

"You think I don't want to? I just hooked up with a rich older sister on WeChat, she said she'd keep me. As long as you give the word, Boss, I'll pat my ass and leave…"

Before he could finish, Yang Fei knocked him with another flick.

"Quit running your damn mouth. All these years you've been eating my food, wearing my clothes, you should at least lend me a hand, yeah? Ungrateful bastard."

Long Xiaoshuai yelped, clutched his head, baring his teeth in pain.

"Boss, I'm your damn brother, not your son. Why are you hitting me like I'm your kid?"

"You keep this up and I'm gonna flip out on you, you hear?"

Yang Fei didn't even turn his head, just kept running forward. His calm words were carried back on the icy wind.

"You little bastard, I raised you like a son, so I'll beat you like a son. Don't you dare complain."

Long Xiaoshuai spat: "You're the one who's my son."

"No, you're my grandson. A lousy grandson. At my age I'm old enough to be your ancestor."

Yang Fei suddenly whirled around, fists clenching with bad intentions, his eyes full of threat.

"What did you just say?"

Long Xiaoshuai shivered on the spot.

He'd taken plenty of beatings from Yang Fei; even with his tough dragon body, he couldn't withstand one Bull Demon's Fist from Yang Fei.

The guy wiped his face, and like doing Magic, switched to a full-on fawning smile.

"Boss, whatever you say is right. I'm your son. Boss is wise, long live Boss."

Yang Fei spat.

"You're the most shameless, spineless dragon I've ever seen."

Long Xiaoshuai lowered his brows, plastering on a grin.

"That's only because you haven't met other dragons, Boss."

"Among the Dragon Race, I'm already considered high in virtue, upright and kind, honest and adorable."

Yang Fei was both annoyed and amused, and barked.

"Quit babbling and move. The sooner we wipe out the Superpower Alliance, the sooner we can go home."

Long Xiaoshuai answered, then followed behind Yang Fei, sprinting onward.

Yang Fei ran while spreading out his Divine Sense.

Within a radius of twenty to thirty kilometers, every inch of land was swept by his Divine Sense.

You could say that even the most advanced radar couldn't compare to Yang Fei's Divine Sense.

Even so, the two of them searched through the ice and snow of The Arctic for a full day and night, and still didn't find any trace of Psychics.

At dusk on the second day, Yang Fei extended his Divine Sense and suddenly let out a soft "huh," a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

"Didn't expect to run into Huaxia people out here."

Long Xiaoshuai looked at Yang Fei, baffled. Yang Fei pointed toward the eleven o'clock direction.

"They're over there, looks like they're frozen stiff. We've got to hurry."

Long Xiaoshuai nodded and followed Yang Fei, speeding up to dash ahead.

Across the vast white snowfield were all kinds of ice holes and crevices.

Beneath the cracks surged powerful undercurrents.

An ordinary person coming here, without a sled and Eskimo Dogs, simply wouldn't dare sprint alone across this frozen wasteland.

But all this was nothing to Yang Fei and Long Xiaoshuai.

Even if they fell into an ice hole, the two of them wouldn't be in any danger.

Their feet skimmed over the surface like dragonflies touching water, darting among the floes and ice pits.

In no time, Yang Fei really did spot a sled and two young people amidst the blinding white snow.

The Eskimo Dogs hitched to the sled were barking frantically, a chorus of howls.

The two young people lay on the ground, a man and a woman, both in expensive cold-weather gear, faces pale and near death.

Suddenly, Yang Fei's gaze locked onto the girl's left wrist.

On the girl's wrist was an emperor green bracelet.

Just that one jade bracelet was worth at least a million.

Yang Fei frowned, realizing that this man and woman probably had some serious background.

Long Xiaoshuai ran over, checked them quickly, and shouted to Yang Fei.

"Boss, they're not in danger, they probably just passed out from hunger."

Yang Fei nodded and walked over.

The Protective Shield on the girl's head was removed by Long Xiaoshuai, revealing a delicate, beautiful face.

Her lips were thin, a sweet dimple on her left cheek, but her expression looked very resolute.

However, it was obvious the girl hadn't eaten for many days; her breathing was extremely weak.

Under the assault of the extreme cold, her vital signs were barely there.

Long Xiaoshuai removed the Barrier from the man's face as well.

He gave the man one look, spat, and turned away, not bothering with him.

"Damn it, another Pretty Boy. I hate Pretty Boys the most."

Yang Fei was irritated and amused at the same time.

Speaking of Pretty Boys, which Pretty Boy under heaven could be whiter than Long Xiaoshuai?

He turned his face slightly to glance at the man. The guy was extremely handsome, skin fair, now frozen to a bluish purple.

Ignoring the man, Long Xiaoshuai turned back, finally getting a good look at the beautiful girl in front of Yang Fei, and sucked in a cold breath.

"Wow, Boss, she is totally my type. I think I just fell in love."

Yang Fei shot him a cold look.

"Say one more word and I'll cut you and feed them your blood."

Long Xiaoshuai jolted, hurriedly backing away.

"Don't… my physique's delicate, okay? If you do that I'm gonna curse you out as my damn uncle."

Before he could finish, Yang Fei had already bitten his own finger, letting his blood drip, one drop at a time, into the girl's mouth.

Yang Fei's blood was no ordinary stuff; every single drop contained rich Spiritual Origin Qi.

For a mortal, this blood was more nourishing than Thousand-Year-Old Ginseng extract concentrated tenfold.

Long Xiaoshuai stared blankly at Yang Fei, hesitated, then also bit his own finger, letting his blood drip into the young man's mouth.

Long Xiaoshuai carried the Dragon Bloodline; his blood was pure yang, pure hardness, brimming with intense life force, even more potent than Yang Fei's.

"Mm…"

Right at that moment, the girl's eyes slowly opened. She let out a soft moan, her gaze very weak.

The first person she saw was Yang Fei. Her mouth tasted salty, with another faintly fragrant flavor.

Then, she took in the scene before her.

She realized she had actually drunk this man's blood to claw her way back from death.

A muffled sound came from her throat.

Yang Fei knew she was feeling nauseous. He pressed a finger beneath her throat, his voice extremely stern.

"If you dare spit my blood out, I'll strip your clothes and throw you out into this ice field to freeze to death."

The girl jumped, instinctively forcing down the urge to vomit.

A few minutes later, the Spiritual Origin Qi within Yang Fei's blood had fully transformed into energy, coursing through the girl's entire body.

In an instant, a warm current flowed through her limbs, then settled back in her lower abdomen.

The girl felt as if her whole body had suddenly gained endless strength.