Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from a Wolf

Masashi Toyama picked up the scales, and the black surface was still smooth, reflecting Lu Mingfei's pupils.

The shot just now definitely hit the scales. His shooting has always been accurate, even before he went to Ashina.

During military training, he was lucky enough to touch a real gun. Although his physical strength was not outstanding, he was a rare student with ten guns and one hundred rings. The instructors were shocked by his skill with a gun.

The recoil of this pistol was amazing. Lu Mingfei could feel it. It was much greater than that of a large-caliber flintlock gun. However, such a modified pistol did not leave any traces on the scales.

.

"This is the dragon scale. It was discovered by Sven Hedin in the ancient city of Loulan in Xinjiang, China in 1900." Masashi Toyama wiped the scales clean and put them back in the suitcase. "This is not a special material made with high technology. Current technology

, even alloys made with nanotechnology cannot survive this shot intact.”

"You are not only a psychiatrist, but also a historian." Lu Mingfei interrupted.

"I have a master's degree in history and a doctorate in materials science from the University of Tokyo. If you are interested in history, we can find an opportunity to discuss it slowly," Masashi Toyama said.

"No, no, no, no." Lu Mingfei waved his hand quickly. He would rather be pricked by a needle than be forced to recite a book bigger than a brick. "Let's continue. What's in the other suitcase?"

"Okay." Masashi Toyama looked disappointed. He opened the second suitcase, and a cylindrical glass bottle was delivered to Lu Mingfei, just like the kind used by teachers in biology classes to hold specimens.

The bottle is filled with a light yellow liquid.

Lu Mingfei picked up the bottle and looked around. The more he looked, the more he felt that the thing inside looked like a lizard.

The animals soaked in the formalin solution are yellow-white in color and have long curled tails, like fetuses in the womb.

The long whiskers around the mouth are slowly floating in the solution, and the eyelids are closed like a baby sleeping peacefully. Although there are two translucent membrane wings on the back, it looks like a pair of lizards have been inserted into the back.

wing.

To be honest, Lu Mingfei was not surprised at all by the existence of this Western dragon, because it was so... so cute.

He felt that if allowed, he could keep this thing as a pet.

Which of Ashina's monsters is not scarier than this thing?

The first time he saw Chi Gui, Lu Mingfei was so frightened that he almost peeed.

A ferocious face, red skin, a huge body and devil-like horns on its head, and a roar that would not stop until death.

As its name suggests, the red ghost is a red evil ghost. It does not distinguish between friend and foe, and will violently attack all creatures within sight.

Once caught by its hands, it will lift you high and slam you to the ground.

You will never want to experience that kind of experience. Angry, wide-open eyeballs stare at you, clasping hands seem to crush your bones, and the wide open mouth exhales a putrid and unpleasant smell, as if to crush you.

The bones and meat were chewed into pieces bit by bit.

Tomorrow morning, you'll be a piece of indigestion poop poking out of your big butt under your bellyband.

Oh my god! Even thinking about it now, Lu Mingfei still has nightmares!

Although it was not the strongest monster Lu Mingfei had ever encountered, it was definitely the monster that exerted the strongest pressure on him.

Compared to the red ghost crawling out of hell, the lizard with wings in front of me can only be described as cute.

"This is a red dragon cub that is not even dead yet." Masashi Toyama introduced: "Dragons are difficult to kill, especially the noble first-generation and second-generation species. Even if their bodies are destroyed, they will only fall into

From deep sleep, in the distant future, they will wake up together with their silent souls."

"This is an extremely rare specimen. Usually humans cannot capture dragons because they can sense the presence of humans and either leave before humans approach, or they take the lead in attacking."

"This specimen was discovered in 1796. In India, this red dragon was swallowed by a giant python when it had just hatched. The local farmers killed the giant python and got the baby from its belly.

Cub."

"How long did it stay in the python's stomach juice?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"In about 15 days, the giant python cannot digest a dragon. Even a baby can even get nutrients from the residue swallowed by the giant python. If it is later, it can open the snake's belly and come out by itself."

"What a tenacious creature." Lu Mingfei put down the bottle.

He squinted his eyes slightly because he saw small red dots on the bent neck of the red dragon cub.

He wasn't sure if he could kill the dragon because he didn't have the Immortal Slash.

Judging from Masashi Toyama's description, dragons seem to be immortal, like immortals.

If he sees the killing point and gives Lu Mingfei a sharp enough knife, he can execute him. During the execution, no enemy will be able to resist.

However, some powerful enemies need to be executed several times, and sometimes, ordinary executions cannot even kill the enemy, and the Immortal Slash must be used.

The Immortal Slash is an ancient long sword with a rich bright red blade. It is enshrined in Xianfeng Temple. He got it from the hand of Bei Ruo Qingzi.

The origin of this knife is not unknown, but it can execute those "immortal" enemies and bring them to true death.

He once used Immortal Slash to free his few friends in Ashina.

The immortal in the Buddhist temple was both a teacher and a friend to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei didn't know his name. He was wearing a warrior's armor, but the style was very ancient. It seemed that he had gone through a long, long time and lost the past in his endless life.

The samurai's only wish is to die like a normal person.

But he couldn't do it, because he was an immortal. He stayed in a corner of the Buddhist temple. No matter it was windy or rainy, he was like an old tree, rooted in place and staring blankly at the sky, as if that was where he was.

It is his destination.

It was him who taught Lu Mingfei how to fight, see through, counterattack, execute...and even the martial arts secrets he picked up. It was all thanks to him that Lu Mingfei was able to develop superb sword skills and techniques.

"Beautiful, Your Excellency!"

"One more time, Your Excellency!"

He always encouraged Lu Mingfei like this.

The only thing Lu Mingfei could do was to fulfill his wish after getting the Immortal Slash.

That night, he sat in the bamboo forest, put the samurai sword in front of him, and drank a lot of wine.

The bitter ale and inferior brewing technology could not even remove the wheat husks inside. Lu Mingfei just sat cross-legged, poured the wine on the almost rusty sword, and then drank heavily.

Until it started to rain heavily, Miss Yongzhen held an umbrella for him. He inserted the samurai sword in front of the samurai's grave, picked up the wedge pill at his waist, and let the pouring rain wet his hair and body.

In the rainy night, the God of Death hunted evil spirits. At that moment, he thought this was his fate.

His lonely destiny.

If only he had known that Chinese poem at that time.

[Sent you back to your homeland, where you are ill and in the deep mountains of Chu.]

[We can only go with each other, how can we stay alone.]

He can chant this poem, pay homage to his friends in the night, and use the blood of evil spirits to open a road to the underworld.

He will tell all the ghosts that he, Lu Mingfei, is protecting this person and no one can disturb him from being reincarnated into a wealthy family and enjoying the life of being fed by a plump wet nurse.

"Beautiful, Your Excellency, let's do it again." Familiar words seemed to ring in my ears.

Okay, okay, Sensoji, you win, I will never say that your signature is inaccurate again.

Lu Mingfei seemed to have returned to that rainy night. He just chopped with his knife until the rain stopped and the sun rose. It was not until he returned to the Buddhist temple with blood-stained clothes that he discovered

, it turned out that he was the only one holding the knife...

This is the fate of a wolf.