Dragon Clan: Little Dragon Man Changes Job to Food Hunter

Chapter 149 The Great Dragon Slayer's Legs Tremble in the Toilet
In the dormitory building, Lu Zao put down the handle and lit the branches of the cigar tree.

He was knocked down by Xiaolu using the new trick he had learned.

As expected of an old game fan, this is still the era when magazines like game strategy guides and cheats are still hot-selling, so it is not easy to find some messy and shady tricks.

To put it in an exaggerated way, some shady tricks may be hidden as family secrets by a game enthusiast, just like a student who has mastered several pages of cheat codes.

Lu Zao stood by the window for ventilation and watched the people from the executive department carry out the half-dead man outside who no one cared about.

"The principal is a capable man."

Chu Zihang, who played the game in a very methodical and logical manner, looked up subconsciously, and Lu Mingfei seized the opportunity to control the character to perform a series of small combos.

Caesar walked over with a cigar in his mouth. "Well, Lao Lu, although the concentration of dragon blood in the principal's body is very high, it should not be to the point where you would comment on it like this."

According to Lao Lu's self-deprecating title of "old account that never dies after opening a new one", his vision is still very high.

"There is a flame in my heart, just like a lion. Even in old age, I still have the fierceness to look down on others."

Lu Zao said, "The capture level of that watermelon is not low. After eating such a big piece, he didn't have any reaction at all. He still looks like an old gentleman. Isn't it strange?"

Lu Mingfei also raised his head at this time: "It seems to be like this, when we ate for the first time, we all turned into muscular men, but the principal didn't change at all."

Lu Zao nodded: "That's why I said that the principal is not an ordinary person, he is a gentleman of revenge worthy of respect."

From the perspective of the dragon clan's worldview, there are many hybrids who are more powerful than Ange, and the academy is just the secret party's external facade.

Ange is not the strongest half-blood, but he is definitely the best academy leader.

With the flame of revenge in his heart, he holds high the banner of slaying the dragon. In other words, in Angers' eyes, all the mixed-race teachers and students are generals and soldiers who charge into battle. The main idea is that all beings are equal, and only if you have the ability will he look up to you.

If the secret party had succeeded in removing Ange from his position as principal during the reign of Long Er and had supported a puppet principal to take over, the academy might have been in chaos before Xiaolu caused trouble.

Any interest group will have dirty secrets once the lid is lifted, not to mention the board members who have their own ulterior motives behind the college.

Lu Zao raised his wine glass and clinked it with Caesar's. The glasses made a crisp sound when they collided gently, and the swaying ripples of the wine gave off a wonderful aroma.

"A toast to the principal."

"He is a great dragon slayer."

However, in the bell tower where Flamel lived, the situation was not as rigid and solemn as Lu Zao had imagined.

"Old bitch! Where's the paper I want!"

"Don't hurry me, didn't I tell you I'd buy more for you after you run out of stuff? Can't you just wait for me for a few more minutes?"

There is paper.

But the gas mask did not.

Flamel wore a gas mask like a biochemical soldier. He first stuck his head out of the window and took a few deep breaths, holding them. Then he opened the toilet door with a sense of the tragedy of entering Chernobyl.

Flamel held his breath and closed the door instantly, then rushed back to the window again. Only after he took a breath did he have time to curse.

"This is really weird. What on earth did Lu Zao give you to eat? The ancient dragon serum I got from the field back then wasn't as exaggerated as yours!"

Angers voice came through the door: "Ancient dragon serum, you actually came across such a good thing back then?"

Flamel nodded subconsciously: "Yes, I have seen it several times. I occasionally come across ruins all over the world and tombs in the East."

"For a while, this thing was called 'witch's blood'. In the East, it has always been the core material of lead and mercury. It can only be said that it is difficult to determine whether those emperors died of heavy metal poisoning or dragon blood poisoning."

Ange opened and closed the door, and with trembling legs, he lay down on Flamel's exclusive seat. He felt that the air quality in the bell tower was definitely worse than that of a battlefield full of gunfire. "So why do elixirs contain what you call lead and mercury? Is this also part of alchemy?"

Flamel nodded subconsciously: "Yes, you can think of it as a special kind of alchemy. By using some secret ingredients to seal the dragon blood, it can play a role in disinfection and sterilization, and only absorb the weak beneficial ingredients in the dragon blood."

"So after the emperors and dignitaries take the elixir, their physical fitness will definitely be improved, although not as exaggerated as that of the mixed-bloods."

"But from the perspective of the overall life span, this thing is just a temporary solution in the field of life extension and so-called immortality. If you don't die from dragon blood poisoning, you will die from heavy metal poisoning."

Ange took a deep breath and stood up.

“But I feel surprisingly good now.”

Although he still looked old, Angé could clearly feel the explosive power in his body, and his pair of golden eyes completely turned into a majestic molten gold.

Flamel's expression changed: "Damn, this eye color"

S-class, or to be more precise, young and strong S-class people would have such eye color.

No matter how much Ange doesn't look like his peers, the aging of his body parts is inevitable, and the burden of dragon blood will increase with age.

But Angers' current state is undoubtedly back to the peak, and even took a big step towards the area above the peak!

Flamel tutted his words: "Is the food Lu Zao brought out so useful? You can still show this kind of eye color even when I am using the Discipline. It seems that I will have to find all kinds of excuses to eat for free in the future."

Ange closed his golden eyes and said, "No, it may be because the food I ate this time was of higher quality, and I ate more."

"Now that I think about it, I understand Abdullah's metaphor. The desire that seemed to come from every cell in my body really couldn't be faked."

As for the matter of "Principal Cassel trying hard to save face while holding back his urge to defecate", it is better to keep it to himself.

Flamel chuckled: "With this lesson from you, I will pay attention in the future."

"By the way, do you have any special feelings, such as awakening a new word spirit?"

Ange frowned: "The idea of ​​the Nibelungen Plan? Why are you so sure that I have it?"

Flamel said with a smile: "Then do you want to guess which word spirit of mine is Discipline?"

Angers:?
"Old bitch, your words have more than just rules?"

Flamel puffed up his beer belly and said, "You must be joking. I used to have eight-pack abs. How can a real man hide behind the scenes and play with words like Discipline?"

"I was also a master who fought on the front lines. If I were in ancient times, I would definitely be a top-notch warrior who could kill generals and seize flags."

Ange asked inexplicably: "Like Xiang Yu and Lu Bu in ancient times in the East?"

Flamel was confused: "Can't you change to some modern characters? How can I talk to you about data comparison if they are all ancient people? We are very rigorous in learning alchemy."

"Let's not talk about anything else. Even if the super hybrid you saw in Japan had his words fully activated, I could have taken him down with one hand, and I couldn't even drop cigar ash with the other hand."

Flamel patted his beer belly with an emotional look.

"Not necessarily now. I don't have that kind of energy anymore."

Ange looked strange: "No, you can definitely beat him now."

"From what I know, that guy is now a ramen chef. If you semi-retreat to the rear, then he has completely withdrawn from the mixed-blood society."

(End of this chapter)