Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from a Wolf

"The King of Bronze and Fire, he is not invincible. I will break his defense for you. After a while, you will see a moving eye, his third dragon eye. That is his vital point, aiming at his

Shoot him in the forehead with this bullet." The principal said: "There is only one bullet, there is no second chance, I believe you, Lu Mingfei."

"Why me." Lu Mingfei stroked the barrel of the gun with his hand, familiar with its parts and weight, "I have only used sniper rifles in games. There are many snipers in the academy who are better than me, such as Senior Sister Su Qian.

And Professor Mance."

"Because you have been chosen, you must believe in your bloodline." Angers took out a pure white square towel from the collar pocket of his suit and gently wiped his large folding knife, with its elegant copper-inlaid wooden handle and curved

The blade. The sunken blood groove forms a snake-shaped twisted pattern. "You are a unique 'S' class. Only you are immune to my 'Word Spirit·Time Zero'."

Lu Mingfei looked at this ancient knife and knew from his eyes that Principal Ange was of the same type as him.

This knife is like a wedge pill to the principal.

"This is my weapon. My friend Meineke Cassel used his broken blade to make this knife for me." Angers put away the handkerchief, folded it and put it back in his pocket, then turned and went downhill.

"Leave it to you, Lu Mingfei."

He walked slowly and gracefully among the stone steps step by step, with a folding knife like a walnut cane. He seemed to be going to the opera house to watch a classical dance performance, rather than to kill the Dragon King.

When the principal walked to the last step, Lu Mingfei was surprised to find that time seemed to slow down in this open space.

The roaring dragons, the beating of tongues of fire, and the tumbling of leaves blown by the wind all slowed down.

Only Lu Mingfei and the principal did not slow down. From the scope, you could see the eyes of the dragon opening and closing. The principal suddenly sprinted quickly, stepped on the mud and rocks in the open space, approached the dragon surrounded by flames, and waved his hand at high speed.

of folding knives.

"Lu Mingfei!" The principal's voice exploded in the air.

Lu Mingfei's scope moved with the principal. At this moment, he finally saw the brilliance of a dragon-slaying hero. Before the development of science, they relied on the physical abilities given by their blood and went forward with the determination to die.

The weak defeats the strong.

Flames spurted out around the dragon, but at a very slow speed, like playing a video at 0.25x speed. There was a tiny gap in the flames, and the principal's joints twisted at an incredible angle and passed through the gap.

His waist rotated, along with his hips and arms, and the dragon's two arms fell off, without even a scream coming out.

The King of Bronze and Fire was clearly a Dragon King, but he was completely different from the powerful creature Lu Mingfei saw yesterday. His body was as fragile as a piece of paper.

There were no scales that bullets and cannonballs could not blast away, no speed faster than a torpedo, and no power that could knock over a warship. Only golden flames enveloped him.

Apart from this protective shell, he seemed to have nothing.

The principal used the blade to cut vertically on the dragon's forehead, and then flashed to the dragon's back. The red-gold eyes turned in the wound, and golden blood overflowed from the wound.

Lu Mingfei's hand was pressed against the trigger, and the red-gold eye appeared in the crosshairs.

Those even, pitch-black eyes were still staring blankly ahead, as if they hadn't yet realized what was happening.

Lu Mingfei saw the face clearly again, it was the face of the child who climbed up the escalator in the swimming pool.

Lu Mingfei pulled the trigger, his eyes were cold and his hands did not tremble at all.

The world is not black and white. Many times, what the eyes see is very different from the reality.

There was no way he would miss this hard-won opportunity for a dragon he had only met once. He was more willing to trust his companions.

Ye Sheng, Shu De Aki and the principal all told Lu Mingfei that dragons and humans are sworn enemies. Even when Fingel mentioned dragons, he would exude evil aura.

Those who don't trust their companions are fools. People who act on their own will will only cause trouble in the many anime Lu Mingfei has watched. It is the most foolish way to judge a person's quality by his face.

The bullet carved from the Philosopher's Stone left the muzzle of the gun at a speed visible to the naked eye. Nothing could be changed at this moment. Lu Mingfei put down the sniper rifle and watched the bullet fly leisurely in the air.

Hit! Golden blood burst out from the dragon's eyes, and the dragon's body fell to the ground helplessly.

The world is back to normal again.

He didn't struggle or scream, but tried hard to straighten his crooked head.

The golden flame went out, and he retracted his membrane wings. Without his arms, he could not even support his body and stand up again.

"Aim!" The principal's voice sounded on all students' communication channels.

The blood flowing out from the wound of the broken arm dyed the loess red. The posture was so strange. The dragon's legs were kneeling on the ground, the whole body was crawling down, and the head was pressed tightly to the ground.

"In this way...brother can break free from the shackles..." No one could hear him. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth buried in the soil, and there was not a single tear squeezed out of his dry eyes.

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt that the posture looked familiar. The rickety and thin figure overlapped with another fat little boy in white.

He recalled the little boy who helped him with his answer sheet in the 3E exam!

The two faces were immediately used for comparison. The chubby fair face and the thin face had nothing in common, except for... those even and dark eyes.

Hundreds of guns were pointed at the miserable Dragon King who was kneeling in the open space.

The bullet slides into the gun chamber and the firing pin ignites the primer.

Realizing what was about to happen next, he raised his head and looked up the hill.

He unfolded his membrane wings, as if embracing his own death, with a smile on his dirty face.

"Brother, he promised, promised to release the shackles for us..."

"With my death as atonement, he made a contract with me..."

His words were swallowed up by thunderous gunshots, and in an instant, the body was shot into a sieve.

Gunfire ignited the entire open space, and thousands of live ammunition poured from the hill. The dragon's membrane wings opened a huge cross. He was like Jesus crucified on the cross, calmly facing everything that happened.

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Everyone watched this scene, the last bullet left the gun chamber and his body fell to the ground.

Old Tang also looked at his face. The dragon's body was damaged like a plane crash. No part was intact. There were countless transparent bullet holes. After losing the golden barrier, he

All the joints and bones on the unfolded membrane wings were broken into powder and fell around.

The light in those eyes no longer flowed, turning into a pale grayish white.

The dragon was originally looking to the other side, but at the moment of shooting, he turned around and looked this way with a strange smile.

Old Tang was trembling all over. He collapsed and fell to the ground, closing his eyes tightly and holding his head.

Flames, brushes, inkstones, landscape paintings, broken battle flags...

These things were constantly changing in his sight, and he felt nauseous and vomiting, as if he had gone to an amusement park and sat on a jumping machine all day, and his head ached.

Fear grew in his heart, he gasped for air and sweated like rain.

A hazy voice called his name.

"Old Tang... Damn it! Is this a battlefield stress reaction? Doctor! Doctor, come here quickly!"

Ronald Down, the name gradually became blurred.

He retracted his half-foot on the stage and returned to the fork in the road.

"You finally have a chance to break free from the prison. Are you going to give up like this? Isn't this what you have always wanted?"

A voice tempted him.

"You can enjoy a wonderful life, become a hero and be loved and surrounded by people, but what if you lose him? Countless beauties, countless admirers, they will only shout 'Ronald Don', open champagne for you, love you

Unbutton the chest strap."

Beauties in hot bikinis lined up and posed, their legs were like a forest, and at a glance, they were all white plump and beautiful legs. A bunch of trendy men in beach pants and sunglasses shouted his name, and yellow and transparent wine gushed out from the

Squirting out of the bottle.

His footsteps did not stop at all, and he walked through the crowd. Everyone who was close to him was burned up by the flames and turned into ashes.

"Don't you want a big house? Luxurious villas, cool sports cars, servants and delicious food are all within your reach."

He stepped into the magnificent hall, with crystal chandeliers, gorgeous tablecloths and large dining tables. Waiters in suits lined up to bring various dishes to the tables.

Golden and crispy roasted suckling pig sprinkled with white sesame seeds, honey cake smeared with butter, roasted red Boston lobster...

He hesitated for a while and then continued to move forward. The flames enveloped the area outside the dining table. He quickly passed through the dining table and entered the next place.

"Don't you want to play games with them? A night full of cheers and the thrill of killing everyone!"

A narrow room, damp and dark, with only a bed and a square-headed computer with a bright light on the screen.

[Would you like to join the game invited by ‘Big Stupid Bear’? 】

【whether】

He sat on the chair and looked at it for a long time. Finally, he held the mouse, switched out the client, clicked the "Start" button, and then chose to shut down. The screen gradually dimmed and lost its light.

He opened the door and left the room.

After taking a step, he suddenly stopped again and returned to the messy bed to rummage around.

A piece of cake was sealed with oil paper. He silently opened the oil paper, put the cake into his mouth and chewed it bit by bit.

His movements were slow and delicate, as if he was eating something rare and unique.

With his tongue, he licked all the pie filling around the corners of his mouth into his mouth and pushed the door open again.

What you see is a white camellia blooming in a rough porcelain vase. Across the flower, a child in white is holding a jar of ink at his desk and writing, one stroke at a time.

On the rice paper is someone's face, without a smile, like a piece of cold iron.

The child raised his head in surprise: "Brother, why are you back? Did he lie to me! But how could..."

"I came back by myself." He shook his head and walked to the child's side.

"What is death? Constantine?"

"Death... is like being sealed in a black box, forever and ever, pitch black... like groping in the dark night, but you can never touch anything with your stretched out hands..."

"That's a really sad thing." He gently stroked the child's head.

"Brother, it's all my fault. If I had worked hard to become a qualified food, you would have been able to break free from the prison a long time ago..." The child lowered his head and said aggrievedly.

"No, Constantine, you did a good job, it's my brother's fault..." He held the child's hand, "If it's too sad for one person to die, then try two people..."

He hopes that you can forget him and live a new life. He has never thought about it for himself, because there is only you in his world.

But it would be too cruel to forget him even the only person in the world who remembers him...

"I'm really stupid." One person said, "There is obviously an easier way to go, so why do you have to increase the workload for me? Every day, I only know how to call you brother or brother.

Is it all paste?"

"If it were me, I would definitely choose an easier path..."

Long sighs echoed...

Dragon King Norton opened his golden vertical pupils.

It turns out that memory has been chasing him, but he is unwilling to accept it.

When you found me, I had forgotten your appearance. By the time I remembered your appearance, you were already dead.

The bone wings broke free from his flesh and blood and spread out on his back.

Everyone who came close was shaken away by a blast of heat, and blazing flames surrounded his body and rose into the air. With sadness in his pupils, he stared at the fat face of a person on the ground.

The ice bag fell to the ground. Fingel's eyes widened and his mouth was so big that he could fit a big goose egg in.

"Dragon Bone Cross, Dragon King Norton, have you finally revealed your true identity?" Angers raised his sword coldly, "Why don't you call? You have been immersed in sorrow and pain for so many years, how are you going to vent it?"

"Ange, it's really as you said. Norton is hiding among us, why don't you take action? The students are all over there, it's too dangerous!" Mance's voice came from Angers' collar.

came from the badge.

In the woods on another hill, a sniper rifle was aimed at Norton's skull.

"Don't worry, Norton, who just woke up, can't hurt anyone. Students are not flowers in the greenhouse." Angers looked at Fingel's burly shadow unhurriedly.

He watched Norton fly to the edge of the cliff, put away his folding knife, and walked up the steps, "Pay attention to supporting our 'S-class'. He is the main force in this battle."

...

Lu Mingfei watched in disbelief as the flame-ridden Old Tang descended in front of him.

"Old Tang... what do you look like... is this your speech spirit? It's some kind of super high-sequence speech spirit, right? It can make people grow wings and control fire to fly in the sky." Lu Mingfei

He spoke in a joking tone: "This must be some kind of super powerful word spirit, right?"

"Norton, this is my name. Ronald Tang's life is just a false bubble." The voice was so cold that he looked nothing like Lu Mingfei's good brother.

"You killed my brother, so I came to you for revenge." He broke a bone spur from the bone wing, "Draw the sword, Lu Mingfei, only death can end our hatred."

That familiar face became like a real monarch, with a majestic appearance that could not be denied.