Chapter 285: fragile

Irene looked at Zoya who was standing not far away, opening her mouth but didn't know what to say. The strange giant flying dragon behind him had already stood up while struggling, and a huge head protruded from his side, accompanied by a low growl from the outside and the middle.
It is scared. Although it was the first time I saw this strange flying dragon, Irene could still feel its emotions. She stepped forward and at the same time raised her hand to gently stroke the flying dragon's jaw.
As she approached, Zoya spread her hands on her sides. Faced with this seemingly harmless action, Irene couldn't help thinking of Bran, thinking of the once happy and short time, thinking of the two people standing shoulder to shoulder to look good.
She knew what this action meant, so she didn't dare to get too close.
Zoya looked at Irene and suddenly understood why Bran no longer saw her. She is too self-righteous and knows not to advance or retreat. It's like now, actually blocking the way somehow. Although I have helped each other as friends, I don't owe her to her.
After all, everyone is not the same, and the help of oneself is nothing but deception. Even if it is involuntary, deception is hard to accept after all.
Irene has to consider for the people, Zoya can understand. But knowing that conflicts are inevitable, and knowing that they must deceive each other, wouldn't it be better to draw the line as soon as possible? Why bother to act like a friend? Why bother to break the lotus?
Seeing Zoya's eyes getting colder, Irene sighed and bit her head and said: "Give it to me, okay?"
"Why?"
Yeah, why? Zoya came here, received cold reception and deceit, and she was also one of the accomplices. This is her prey, a souvenir worthy of boasting that can be recognized by the people. Why should I make such an unreasonable request?
Irene's face turned red, and pleaded: "We can exchange."
"What are you going to change?"
"I..." Irene suddenly realized that there were not many things to exchange. Is it necessary to hand over weapons, armor, and mounts? Apart from these, what else can be exchanged? And is this enough?
Facing Irene’s dilemma, Zoya felt soft, "It's about to die, what's the use of changing it back?"
"I just don't want to watch it get killed."
Zoya sighed, "As you, I will take off its head after it dies."
"Thank you……"
As if feeling the danger disappeared for a while, Maya fell down and curled up again. Irene ran back to it again and continued to examine its wounds.
In the embarrassing silence, a small group of dragons ran towards this side. The huge flying dragon that suddenly fell in the sky, Zoya's long howling warned, had already alarmed the patrolling team. After realizing that there was no obvious danger, they finally gathered the courage to come and explore.
They cannot be blamed for their caution. The miserable days on the islands have eroded the spirit of many people.
As the team approached, Maya moved her body uncomfortably again, and then returned to calm under Irene's comfort.
Someone raised their voice and asked, "Eileen! What happened here?"
Irene shook her head and said nothing.
But the other party obviously didn't have much patience, "I want to ask you something!"
Irene can't help frowning with this attitude of staring at the instructions, but she can't help it. She continued to remain silent, returning her attention to the wound of the flying dragon.
Zoya not far away seemed like a transparent person, making these dragon riders ignore her existence. She coldly watched these people go from being cautious to presumptuous, and gradually no longer conceal the greed in her heart. They talked about it and even started discussing its ownership. Irene looked embarrassed. These people were pushing her out on purpose. If it weren't for this beast to be too huge, she might not even be able to touch it.
Facing this situation, Zoya felt both ridiculous and a little sad.
A slightly cold and mocking voice sounded, "Before discussing attribution, you should at least ask its true owner."
Longqi quieted down instantly and turned his gaze to Zoya. When did she show up and why didn't she notice when she came?
"Who is she?" The man asked Irene again.
"Zoya, Zoya in the Northland."
"Oh -, is Bran the adopted girl?"
As soon as this provocative word was uttered, Irene knew it was broken! She subconsciously shouted, "Don't kill him!"
But it was too late when a starlight flashed past the person who had just provoked and his throat was cut off. Irene did not move further in the chaos, she just stared at the knife in Zoya's hand. She remembered them, the pair of short knives named Fragile. Bran has always been carrying him in his memory, how could it appear in Zoya's hands?
What happened during this time?
The people around him are disturbed, but they have little to do with her.
The dragon knights stared at Zoya in horror, no one could have imagined that she would violently hurt someone because of a provocation. What made them even more frightened was that the knife light was too fast. After weighing it for a while, knowing that he was powerless to fight, he picked up the corpse of his companion and left.
Looking at Irene who was a little lost, Zoya snorted, "That's what they do to you?"
"I can't blame them all. Only my father came back that year. And my relationship with Bran is relatively close, so some people have been dissatisfied." After a short pause, he added: "It's just a small group of people, mostly Treats me well."
Irene never looked away from the pair of knives, "are they Bran's? I remember them."
Zoya nodded, as if thinking of something funny, she smiled and explained: "Temporarily lend me to self-defense, and I have to pay him back when I go back."
"No wonder you can beat it." Irene sighed.
"I didn't defeat it, thanks to its wasteful companions." Zoya emphasized, "You have seen its wounds. Those fatal injuries were not caused by me, but by its companions.
They lacked true trust, but in the end they fulfilled me. Whether it is it or those outsiders who pretend to be us, I have no chance of winning if I go against it alone. "
Irene can understand Zoya's meaning, "But this is my home, my parents and brother are all here."
After a little hesitation, Irene continued: "You really don't remember this, Bran didn't mention it to you?"
"I have said it many times, but I always forget. Finally, he wrote everything in his notebook and handed it to me." Zoya shrugged, "However, I don't care about it anymore. At least Bran didn't want to hide or deceive. . And I already know that this is-my own choice."
After a moment of silence, Zoya continued: "This flying dragon has really lived for a while, and maybe it can survive for a few days under your care. And even if it can be saved, your people will not let it fall to you. Hands."
"You can do it, right?" Irene's eyes lit up.
"I didn't. You know who is most likely."
Irene hesitated and uttered two words: "Bran."