Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

There was a clanging sound on the other side of the phone, as if the coffee had fallen to the ground, and there was a girl's exclamation. Lu Mingfei was a little familiar. By the way, it was Jiu Deyaji, the female student who interviewed him, and a boy named Ye Sheng.

"Professor, calm down!"

"Ye Sheng, where's the medicine? Here's the professor's medicine!"

"I remember it was in his pocket. Let me take a look. I found it. Hurry up. Take it sublingually."

"Damn it, why do mixed races have heart attacks? Professor him..."

There was a lot of chatter on the other side of the phone.

Lu Mingfei held his phone quietly, watching the black sea and black sky spread out in front of him, the sea breeze brought distant sounds, the bright moon was on the sea, and he was at night.

"Mingfei, are you still there? Mingfei!"

Professor Guderian's voice could not be said to be one of ecstasy or horror. After careful analysis, some caution could be heard in it, as if he was a young man proposing, waiting expectantly for Lu Mingfei, a world-famous beauty, to nod in agreement.

Bah bah bah, he is not a beauty.

"I'm here, Professor."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Very good!"

Professor Guderian's mental activity at this moment can probably be described like this.

My Goddess replied to my message!

Lu Mingfei felt inexplicably familiar, just like he had clicked on the chat panel again and again a long time ago, waiting for Chen Wenwen's direction to jump.

"Nono, she has told you everything!"

Lu Mingfei could hear Professor Guderian swallowing.

It's too exaggerated.

he thinks.

"Due to procedure, I have to ask you again. Mingfei, don't be nervous and just answer normally."

"Good professor."

Guderian cleared his throat.

"Mingfei, do you agree to sign the admission application?"

"I agree."

Damn it, Lu Mingfei felt as if these words had extraordinary magic power and could change his life as soon as he said them.

Lu Mingfei laughed, my life has changed a long time ago.

he thinks.

From the moment he woke up among the dead.

The admission process continues.

"Are you sure?"

Guderian asked solemnly.

"confirm."

A second of silence, and the world pauses.

"Verification passed, option enabled. Lu Mingfei, date of birth July 17, 1991, male, number A.D.0013, class 'S', listed on Kassel College list. Database access permissions enabled, account enabled, course selection table Generated. I am Norma, secretary of Kassel College. I am happy to serve you. Your ticket, passport and visa will be delivered within three weeks. Welcome, Lu Mingfei.”

A calm female voice sounded on the phone.

Then came Professor Guderian’s delighted words.

"Mingfei, the voiceprint signature has been completed. You and Nuonuo should stay together. Stay there and don't leave. I will send transportation to your place right now."

After that he hung up the phone.

Lu Mingfei picked up the bronze mask and looked into the mask's eyes.

"Hello, Yama."

he said with a smile.

Lu Mingfei put on a mask.

Then came the hard and cold words.

"Hello, Lu Mingfei."

The waves were docile at his feet, whimpering docilely. Lu Mingfei sat on the rock, like a throne of black stone, where the sea would surrender.

Nuonuo lit up her golden eyes in an instant, and like a prey being targeted by a beast, a huge sense of crisis enveloped her. Nuonuo floated on the sea, looking around alertly.

what is that?

Her heart beat like a drum.

Finally, Nono turned around and locked the direction she came from. The golden eyes provided her with some visual enhancement, so that Nono could see the figure sitting on the rock.

Is it...Lu Mingfei?

Nono couldn't believe it.

Is that person with the majesty of a king Lu Mingfei?

No!

Nuonuo lowered his eyes, extinguished his golden pupils, and looked directly at that person. It was disrespectful and blasphemous and was not allowed.

That's S-class.

A huge sound fell from the sky.

The helicopter's rotors stirred the air and made a loud noise.

Lu Mingfei raised his head and watched the helicopter hovering in mid-air, the hatch opened and the rope ladder stretched down.

Nono wiped her hair.

"The old guy is so anxious to pick you up."

Several strong men with muscles as high as rocks came down the rope ladder. With the elite momentum of a Navy SEAL, they accurately touched Lu Mingfei's side, and then swiped, as if Lu Mingfei thought they were going to When taking out their guns, the strong men took out a stack of paper.

"please sign."

"Here, and here."

"Oh, okay."

Lu Mingfei paused with his pen.

he asked, pointing to the name on the document.

"Ricardo, what is this?"

Norma's voice came from the phone.

"For certain occasions, this is your English name."

"I don't seem to have an English name..."

Lu Mingfei thought of something. He remembered that someone called him that not long ago.

He looked over and found that Nono showed no sign of weakness and looked at him closely.

She is a very strong girl.

Lu Mingfei thought.

If it were in the past, I would have liked such a girl, radiant and princess-like.

It's different now.

"Change it."

Lu Mingfei said to Norma.

Nuonuo sighed, turned and walked away.

"Lu Mingfei, what is your English name?"

"I don't need an English name."

"After all, I am the descendant of the dragon. I am a patriotic person. Please be accommodating."

Lu Mingfei said.

"As for some occasions, pronouns are needed."

His voice was as calm as a mountain.

"Yama."

"Yama."

Norma repeated.

Starting today, the war hidden in the darkness will begin again.

And a new era is coming.

There is no need for majestic music and gorgeous dance troupes. The reason why an epic is an epic is because of the existence of heroes.

Today, for the first time, the hero announced his name in this world.

"Yama."

The old man picked the rose from his chest, put it in front of his nose and smelled it.

He gives people a very contradictory impression. He has a strong build and eyes that seem to be hiding fire. It makes people think that he should be between thirty and fifty years old, a middle-aged man in the prime of life.

But this middle-aged man has a head full of white hair, and wrinkles on his face are criss-crossed like trenches, which are dense enough to support the start of World War III.

He was sniffing the roses like an aristocrat from the old days of England. His whole body was full of old-school elegance, as if he was holding a black umbrella and humming an opera. He was walking slowly from the square where the white doves were flying, with the black and white churches and churches behind him. Steam engines roared for the last hundred years.

But what the world is more familiar with is the way he wields a folding knife. That supreme violence plays with time in the palm of his hand. He rushes onto the battlefield between humans and dragons countless times and sends those creatures from ancient times back to their graves.

Hilbert Jean Angers.

The first generation member of the Lionheart Society, the leader of the contemporary Dragon Blood Secret Party, and the legendary dragon slayer.

If every achievement is a gem, then the laurel crown on Ange's head has shone like the starry sky.

But when asked which one he liked best, Ange’s answer was without hesitation.

Principal of Kassel Academy.

Compared to the most powerful and violent dragon slayer, this old man who has lived for more than 130 years prefers to consider himself an educator.

At this moment, this elegant educator is admiring the files of his outstanding students.

"I still can't figure it out."

The voice of Executive Director Schneider came from behind his livid mask.

"The reason why you designated this child as S-class."