Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

His appearance changed drastically, and his figure visibly swelled. The smooth lines of his back were smooth and connected with the bulge on his back shoulders to form a cross. There seemed to be something trying to break through the flesh and blood and stretch bloody.

The shiny white scales on his body are ferocious, and the sound they make when opening and closing is like clanging gold and iron.

He is close to the middle between human and dragon, maintaining a high degree of half-dragon transformation, with only his face still having exposed skin.

But among the protruding bone knots at the corners of the eyes and the dark eye shadow, those golden eyes burst out with the most intense look so far, and a lava-like red gold color emerged in the flow.

"Did he...become a deadpool?" Jiang Wu felt his mouth was dry and swallowed unconsciously.

He was also not sure whether the boy who was as calm as a young monarch had come to an end. If so...then everyone present tonight might not be spared.

Zhao Yue walked up to Hong Wen step by step with her legs transformed into dragon scales, and looked down at him who was kneeling down.

Shadows fell in front of Hong Wen's blurred eyes. He wanted to raise the Han Sword, but before Zhao Yue could knock it away, the blade fell out of his hand and fell to the ground weakly.

Hong Wen's knees touched the ground, but his head was still raised stubbornly, and he looked at Zhao Yue with his golden eyes that were so dim that they were almost extinguished.

Zhao Yue stretched out her long, scaly hand, and quietly pressed the sharp needle light against Hong Wen's forehead.

Main control room.

"Brother! Wen'er!" Hong Qi couldn't sit still. The thing he is most proud of in his life is having a son like Hong Wen. If someone wants to take away this pride, even if he is facing a first-generation breeder,

Dragon King, he will not be afraid at all.

However, a hand patted his shoulder and pushed him down. He turned his head and it was Hong Yi.

He shook his head at Hong Qi, but Hong Qi couldn't bear it. But when he met Hong Yi's eyes, he found that his calm elder brother's solemn eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.

"..." Hong Qi felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him from head to toe. Looking at Zhao Yue's body at this time, even if she had really lost her mind, she was clearly still the legendary dragon-shaped Deadpool. They were ordinary A-level hybrids.

What else do you have to contend with?

Besides... this is a life and death fight.

"..." The two pairs of golden eyes stared at each other for a moment. Hong Wen finally fell down helplessly, and Zhao Yue did not take the next step.

He retracted his hand and slowly walked back to his own contestant passage with his dragon-shaped body. The distance was only a few dozen meters, but he walked very slowly, each step wanting to beat the hearts of all the people like a war drum.

The scene was completely silent, with only the damage and starlight streaming down from the dome speaking silently.

"He is..." Jiang Wu was increasingly unable to understand. He had seen many unheard of things today.

"It should be some kind of alchemy secret that transforms the bloodline. There is such a technology in the Dragon Blood Secret Party, called "violent blood". It can temporarily break through the critical blood limit and promote the further sublimation of the bloodline, but the final outcome will almost certainly be death.

Waiter.

He should inevitably undergo mental testing..."

"Psychic test?" Jiang Wu chewed on this unfamiliar term.

"The mental test is specially arranged for hybrids whose bloodline is judged to be dangerous. Most of them show the tendency or ability to transform into dragons, which means they have exceeded the critical blood limit.

If he cannot prove that he can control this dangerous power, what awaits him will most likely be execution.

The best thing is life-long supervision, and you need to take the next test regularly. If you fail once, you will be executed."

"..."

bathroom.

A trickle of water flowed over his shoulders and legs, and the bright white scales were peeling off little by little. When he encountered a stubborn one, he roughly pulled it off. The blood flowing across it was taken away by the current, and the torn flesh and blood were replaced by new tissue in the blink of an eye.

Fill up.

After a while, he walked out wearing a bathrobe. His long dark red hair was soaked in water and hung wetly on his body, with water dripping from the ends.

He expressionlessly grabbed them into handfuls and squeezed the moisture out like a rag.

Outside the locker room, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," he had already put on his inner lining, reached out and grabbed a new Hanfu and put it on his body. It still had the decoration of floating clouds, but without the flapping wings of a bird.

The attendant in gray clothes pushed open the door and entered, "Mr. Inspector Gao Shan would like to see you."

"Take me there," Zhaoyue gathered the last coat.

The attendant in gray clothes led the way. Although it was underground, the corridors were no worse than those in some high-end hotels. However, the warm yellow light could not warm the attendant in gray clothes. When he thought of the monster behind him that could transform into a dragon at any time, he became distraught.

No peace.

But he didn't dare to make any strange move. Zhaoyue still looked like a porcelain doll now. If she was stimulated to the point of transforming into a dragon, he would be the first to bear the brunt.

"This is it," the attendant in gray stopped in front of a room door and stood sideways by the door.

"...Thank you for your hard work." Zhaoyue tried the handle, then pushed the door open and entered.

"It should be," the attendant in gray tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.

The room has a standard hotel layout, with TV, air conditioning, beds, and all kinds of ordinary furniture. A man with a Chinese character in formal clothes is sitting on the sofa.

Seeing him coming, I casually patted the empty space beside me and said, "Sit down!"

Zhao Yue closed the door and sat next to Gao Shan.

"How does it feel to be feared like a monster?" he asked.

"You don't seem to be afraid?" Zhaoyue turned her head and met his calm gaze. She felt helpless and tired from overwork, but there was no fear.

"I have this," he pointed to a thin button on his chest. It was ordinary and it actually glowed red.

It was obviously a button camera. As for where the images were sent specifically, you can probably figure it out if you think about Gao Shan's position.

"It can't guarantee your life safety," Zhaoyue raised her hand as if intentionally or unintentionally, as if there were still crystal white scales on it.

"But it can collect evidence." He smiled, as if he was not afraid of life and death.

"Dragon transformation is unattainable for ordinary hybrids, but for super hybrids whose dragon blood concentration exceeds 50%, it can be used as a common method, but it requires some special training."

"Is there such an opportunity provided within the system?" Zhaoyue probably understood his intention, which was to recruit him.

"Of course, there are more opportunities within the system."

"Sounds good, but my dragon transformation is controllable from the beginning. It is the effect of my speech spirit."

"Yan Ling?" Gao Shan was not calm, "Is it convenient to say?"

"..." Zhaoyue didn't reply, but the look in her eyes spoke for itself. As the mixed-race's biggest trump card, how could he easily reveal it to someone he had only met twice?

"I was the one who was rude. We are always very patient with talents. If you change your mind, you are welcome to come to me."

"There will be a chance."

Zhaoyue stood up and left. Gao Shan didn't mention the so-called mental test.

After all, Mr. Jiang still doesn't understand the operation of the system. As Gao Shan's commissioner within the system, Yan Ling is a blood-line knot, and the effect is to search for hybrids within the range of Yan Ling.

For a family that values ​​strength, this kind of Yanling is naturally the most useless Yanling.

However, for macro-management state agencies, this large-scale search skill is not only for national defense, but even developed to a certain extent, it also plays a decisive role in detecting the status of mixed race ancestry.

Gao Shan used the blood tie Luo the first moment he met Zhao Yue, and only invited him to sit down and talk after deciding that there was no problem. Otherwise, Zhao Yue would not be greeted by recruitment, but a hail of bullets.