I Took the Blame for My Brother for Three Years, and I Have the Blood of a True Dragon

Three years ago, Qin Jue took the blame for his second brother. He was sixteen years old the day he entered. On the day when his three-year sentence was over, the Qin family's car was parked at the entrance of the No. 3 Prison - not to pick him up, but to stop him. That night three years ago, the warehouse in the west of the city was missing 300,000 yuan in goods. The second brother's name was written on the sign-in book, and Qin Jue's fingerprint was signed on the file. As for the last bit of true dragon blood in the Qin family, it is not in the family tree, but in his bones. Blood does not recognize people, it recognizes bones. It slept in his bones for nineteen years. On the day he was released from prison, he recognized the Lord. The reward for recognizing his master is five senses that ordinary people don't have, a foundation that can hold on no matter how badly hurt he is, and some memories that don't belong to him. The price is that the spine will always be cold - the harder you use it, the deeper the cold will be. On that day when it was so cold that everyone in the city who had been exposed to dragon blood would raise their heads in the same direction. But in the past three years, Qin Jue understood one thing: Bloodline is the root. Bones are the form. That bone is in his own body and no one can take it away. In the genealogy, his name has long been crossed out. When the head of the Qin family heard that he had come out, he first sent someone to the prison gate—— It's not that I'm afraid that he won't be able to go home, it's that he's afraid that he will go home. People in this city don't know yet: in three years, Qin Jue was not detained in a small jail, but he was awakened from the jail. The first thing he had to do was let his father come to see him himself.