I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 277 Dragon

The Moniaher, in Lu Mingfei's bedroom.

"That's how it happened," Lu Mingfei sat on the edge of his bed and spread his hands, "I really didn't bully Ling, she choked on it herself."

"Don't worry, I know you're not the kind of person who would bully girls," Su Xiaoqiang stretched out her hands and gently grabbed Lu Mingfei's cheeks and pulled them out, "How dare you?"

"It didn't happen before, maybe now." Lu Mingfei said in a somewhat vague voice while being pulled by his cheek.

Su Xiaoqiang realized that what Lu Mingfei was referring to was that he had reached the heartbeat state, and during this period, his personality might become more...unruly.

Ling, who was sitting obediently beside Lu Mingfei, couldn't help turning her head to look at him quietly after Lu Mingfei spoke, and Su Xiaoqiang's next words made her pupils tremble uncontrollably.

"Although it's not incomprehensible..."

Is this also understandable?
Zero doesn't know how Su Xiaoqiang is going to understand, but she really doesn't understand now.

"However, if you dare to go too far," Su Xiaoqiang stood in front of Lu Mingfei, tugged at his tie, bent down and brought his lips to his ear, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, " I'll squeeze you dry first, and then—click!"

Lu Mingfei shook and swallowed.

"Cough!" Zero coughed lightly.

Su Xiaoqiang let go of the palm that was holding Lu Mingfei's tie, and picked his chin before he straightened up.

From the onlooker's point of view, this scene was like a young lady molesting a pure and innocent young man.

Although that seems to be the case.

……

On the north bank of the Yangtze River, at the wharf, a one-armed man in a water suit got off a jet ski.

Rediso was an orderly on the Moniach—he was an orderly now, to be precise, and he was a combatant before he lost an arm.

I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune. During an operation to wipe out the Deadpool hybrids hidden in the city, because the target had a very small probability of mutation, the Deadpool transformation deepened and his strength improved during the battle, so he lost one. Arm, but saved his life under the protection of his teammates.

The dead waiter's sudden mutation was caused by the out-of-control speech, causing the tattered machete he was holding in his hand to melt into his flesh and blood. Although the knife itself has not become stronger, it is more flexible. In the team He was responsible for fighting with the opponent to create opportunities for other teammates, so he had an arm cut off. Fortunately, the sniper in the distance also caught Deadpool's weakness, and the next second the bullet shot through Deadpool's eyebrows. He entered, crushed the brainstem and rushed out from the back of the head with blood and brain tissue fragments.

It's a pity that Deadpool used the kind of broken knife that was almost smoothed at the time. The blunt edge covered with jagged edges made the surface of his severed arm very rough. With the medical technology and conditions to treat him at that time, even if he was a mixed race He also failed to get the broken arm back-this is also related to the fact that his pedigree is only barely rated as a B-level.

As a B-level mixed race, Rediso was retired from the front line due to injury, and has been retreating for more than 20 years. Although he still retains some combat effectiveness, he can only work as a logistics or intelligence officer. It used to be safe, but it lacked a little passion, which made him feel as if he was old when he was only a young man in his fifties.

Walking into the nearest town with ease, Rediso found a homestay, talked to the owner for a few words, gave the signal, took a small suitcase from the other party, turned and walked out.

He doesn't know the boss, but as an intelligence officer, he only needs to know the code.

The owner of this homestay is not from the school. It is said that his superior said that he is from a Chinese mixed-race family. He has reached some deals with the college and exchanged some information. This is precious high-level intelligence and needs to be highly valued.

Rediso was a little excited. He had been an intelligence officer for many years, and it was the first time he came into contact with so-called high-level intelligence. Although he was theoretically qualified to deliver this kind of intelligence at his level, most of the time he was higher than him. People take over, just like ancient Chinese scholars are theoretically qualified to be county magistrates, but most of the time county magistrates are those who have more advanced fame.

He remembered that he had a distant nephew named Raymond, who once participated in the S-level intelligence delivery mission, and even got the attention of the high-level of the academy. He, who had only participated in the A-level mission at most, couldn't help but feel emotional when he heard the news. I am not even as good as a young man.

Carrying the suitcase and turning into the alley at the corner, Raymond put the suitcase on the ground, squatted down, opened it, and saw a stack of documents inside.

He took out his mobile phone, took out the calling card, took out another cigarette case, took out another calling card from the interlayer and inserted it into the mobile phone-now this mobile phone will be temporarily separated from Norma's monitoring.

The most valuable thing on his body, apart from the stack of documents in the box, is this card——Solomon Temple will scrap a lot in order not to be monitored by Norma in the academy or other artificial intelligence computers in the world. It was only after strength that he developed this thing for his own intelligence personnel to use.

Taking pictures of the documents one by one at the fastest speed, Rediso gritted his teeth—he was already doing his best, but as a disabled person with only one hand, his full speed was no faster than that of an untrained ordinary person. How much faster.

It's all because of this broken arm, and it's all because of this damn disability, otherwise, how could he become what he is now? He should still be the high-spirited Redison 20 years ago, with a blood rating of B and a student Feng Zan is indeed a genius beyond B-level, who can swing a knife so fast that he can hit an arrow flying in front of him!

It's all because the damn school is unwilling to provide him with high-standard medical treatment for a person of B-level blood. Obviously, with the college's technology, as long as he is willing to arrange high-standard medical resources for him, he can connect his broken arm , it is obvious that his arm was cut off to slay the dragon for the academy, so why can he only receive half-baked medical treatment because the blood level is not high enough?

Photos of the documents were sent to Solomon's Temple one by one, and Rediso prayed that the information would be worth enough to allow Solomon's Temple to shelter him and grow a whole new arm after he defected.

He still wants to slay dragons, he still wants to kill Deadpool, he also wants to fight as a warrior, not as a disabled person as a dispensable logistics.

"Solomon's Temple? You should be from Kassel, right? So there are also traitors in the dragon-slaying academy?" A ghostly voice sounded behind him, "I thought you were all a group of people who wanted nothing. A fighter, though... a fighter who is our enemy."

"!!!" Raymond twisted violently, holding the phone, and slammed it behind him with a sharp edge.

It was too late to pull out the dagger hidden in the boot, and in his hand was a mobile phone he customized at Nokia. Although it was not a very powerful weapon, bare hands were more lethal.

His usual sword-swinging hand has been chopped off by Deadpool, and only the other arm is left to be exercised for more than 20 years. More than [-] years of exercise have made this arm muscular, although the Nokia in his hand is difficult because it is not heavy enough. What kind of kinetic energy is provided, but this blow is still considered powerful, even if a large carnivorous beast is hit by this blow, it will not be lightly injured.

However, he didn't hit anything, it wasn't that he smashed it empty, but something like a large vise grabbed his wrist with such force that it almost crushed his wrist bone.

Rediso twisted his body again, he squatted on the ground all the time, and simply took advantage of the situation and kicked his body to sweep his legs. Although such a large movement after being clasped by the wrist may damage his body, it is still possible to There is no better way.

"Bam—"

A dull voice sounded, and Rediso's face twitched—he felt as if he had kicked a tungsten steel column. His leg bones might have been cracked, and his waist was also torn due to excessive twisting. like pain.

But at this moment, he had turned around and saw the person behind him clearly.

A rather tall man, with gentle facial features, was nearly 1.9 meters tall. At this moment, the other hand clasped his wrist, and his five fingers sank like iron clamps.

People who have experienced high-intensity training often have a faster body than their brains. It was not until after two consecutive moves that were ineffective did Rediso realize that the other party seemed to have just said a word—as their enemy... fighter?
Their enemy, Raymond himself is a mixed race, Cassel and Solomon's Temple are both organizations of mixed races, so the enemy...isn't it...

dragon? !

Rediso looked up, just in time to see a pair of bright golden pupils.

The moment he saw this pair of golden pupils, he felt as if his brain had been hit hard. It didn't hurt, but his consciousness was knocked apart, so he was hazy, a bit like half-dream and half-awake.

He bit his tongue violently, the strong occlusal muscles brought by the dragon's blood allowed his teeth to penetrate the tongue like a bamboo shoot, even inside the tongue, the upper and lower teeth touched each other, and then rubbed vigorously.

The sharp pain of the tongue being torn from the inside made him conscious for a short time, and blood mixed with saliva flowed down uncontrollably.

At some point, Long had already let go of his wrist. Although his wrist was in severe pain, he could barely control it. He reached for the boot, trying to take out the dagger inside, but the back of his neck hurt, and his vision It suddenly went dark.

Casually knocked out Reddiso, the dragon picked up his body, the golden pupil stared at him, opened and closed his lips slightly, and chanted silently, arousing the field, and the spirit invaded Reddiso's brain, searching for information--it's a pity that this speech spirit It's not as magical as the mind-reading skills in film and television dramas, he can only search for fragments of information that are better than nothing.

Using one arm to organize the documents on the ground in the suitcase, Long looked at Redison's face, and his face, height and even body shape began to change slowly.

"Go and try, will you be discovered?" He whispered.

He spoke Raymond's voice and had only one arm.

What Raymond didn't notice until he lost consciousness was that although the dragon had the shape and appearance of a human, it only had one arm—it pretended to be a human, but it insisted on pretending to be a mutilated individual.

As a rare individual who knows how to "learn" in the ethnic group, although he is not strong, he can do many things that other ethnic groups with higher bloodlines than him cannot do.

Or, maybe because he wasn't strong enough, he was forced to learn to "learn"?
At least he is not as easy to lose control as his peers, and he can recognize the form better than them. He can even endure in human society, like a huge poisonous snake disguised as a rat, waiting for the opportunity to show its fangs.

Although, at this point, the twin son of the king of the earth and the mountain is stronger than him in terms of bloodlines and wisdom.

But even so, he is not sure that he can pretend to be a hybrid, especially a hybrid that he has never observed - he once disguised himself as a human by observing humans, which was inspired by the king of the land and the mountain. Tips.

Even though he still couldn't figure out why she had to mention him, especially... He also did that to her brother.

But he will always know the answer, but he still lacks a little bit of power, a little bit of power that allows him to cross the gap between the first generation and the second generation.

And this power may be obtained from those two palaces on this land.

He knew that the King of Bronze and Fire once forged a set of weapons, which might be the most powerful alchemy weapon in the entire dragon clan.

He didn't know if that set of weapons was in this palace, and even the news that there was that palace under the Yangtze River was something he had learned by accident not long ago-he suspected that it was not accidental, maybe it was some kind of hidden secret. The forces here have led him here.

But he couldn't refuse, he was a dragon, and the dragon couldn't restrain his desire.

Even if he pretends to be a human, his essence is also a dragon, and as a dragon, he cannot restrain his desire.

So he came anyway, he must look for it, power and power are the sweetest poison in the dragon clan, it is a flame, and a dragon is a moth that casts fire.

What's more, he has already prepared his own eggs, at worst, he will cocoon again, anyway, he will get used to it if he dies.

Pulling off the clothes on Reddiso and changing them on, he walked out of the alley carrying the suitcase.

……

At night, in the main control room.

"This is the specific battle plan, does anyone have any comments?"

Professor Rundstedt looked around at the students and executive officers.

"It's more concise than expected." Caesar commented.

"This is not good news. The plan is concise because the situation below is unclear, and we know very little," Professor Rundstedt said, "so the plan cannot be customized in too much detail. After you go down, you have to play by ear."

"I am best at free play." Caesar showed strong confidence.

If he was still a freshman, he would probably be regarded as an arrogant kid by the commissioners of the executive department around him, but Caesar's achievements in the school for more than two years supported his self-confidence.

"Can I stay on board as support?" Fingal asked, raising his hand.

"You can stay in the school as a support, Fingel," Professor Rundstedt smiled kindly, "How about staying for another ten years?"

"For the cause of dragon slaying for all mankind, it is my duty to go into the water!" Fingel puffed up his chest.

What followed was discussions in twos and threes, and some details were finalized. By the time the meeting adjourned, an hour had passed.

"If there are no new opinions, then it's settled," Professor Rundscht Tan said. "According to Norma's calculations, tomorrow night will be heavy rain and windy weather, and then you will take the opportunity to go into the water."

……

After a day of pre-war preparations, Su Xiaoqiang dragged her untired body back to the inner cabin. Her and Lu Mingfei's bedrooms were next to each other. She wasn't going to sleep with Lu Mingfei tonight. She had to sleep well. Prepare for war.

But still had to go in and kiss him goodnight.

but……

Standing in front of Lu Mingfei's room, feeling the atmosphere inside, Su Xiaoqiang was a little puzzled.

Why does it seem like there is someone inside?

It's already late at night, who is still in Lu Mingfei's room so late?
(End of this chapter)