I am the Dragon King in the Dragon Clan

Chapter 494 Retired Headmaster
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Chu Zihang tried his best to use Jun Yan to prop up the protective circle of flames.

When Beowulf was affected by the flames, he was also affected by the inexplicable magma, but it was different from Beowulf who was caught off guard.

Chu Zihang, who is extremely sensitive to the fire element, quickly burst into words,
but!

Chu Zihang stared at the shrinking circle of flames around him. Now he is like a balloon squeezed by the impact of a waterfall, about to collapse under the strong pressure, and the price of collapse!

Chu Zihang glanced at the rocks under his feet that had no hardness at all, like wax that was about to ignite, any force could leave a shape on it.

Beowulf, who was facing the spirit of words, faced more terrifying pressure than Chu Zihang. The flames burned his dragon scale armor and his arms.

A powerful penetrating force landed on his arms crossed in front of his chest, pushing him towards the cliff behind him, and the flocks of flame birds flowing from both sides were like Wu Yang Wu Yang.

His rock-rooted feet left a huge long groove in the ground, pushing him down little by little.

The current Beowulf is like a boulder in the middle of the river bed, slowly moving towards the edge of the edge of the waterfall under the impact of the torrent, but the torrent is not a cool water curtain, but scorching hot magma that can melt rocks.

Explosive blood was turned on to the second degree in his body, but even so, he was still facing terrifying high-temperature pressure. At the second degree, his dragon scales that could even defend against RPGs began to melt, and the speed was actually getting faster and faster. The faster it was, like nails rubbing against the air at high speed, the burning of the internal muscles made his whole body on the verge of collapse.

Beowulf's face became worse and worse. He turned around and stared at the cliff less than two meters away, with an extremely serious expression on his face.

at last!

He gritted his teeth suddenly!

The face eroded by the lava suddenly lifted up, and under the dense steel dragon scales, a pair of golden dragon pupils suddenly became blazing!

Incomparably bright!
"Third burst of blood!" The fine dragon scales under Beowulf's face began to swell wildly and harden, and scarlet liquid shot out from the gums,
"open!"

Roar!
The roar of the beast resounded through the forest, and the howling black tyranny abruptly drove the lava away for a short time.

A monster wrapped in bone-protruding dragon scales jumped up from the spot in an instant, and then stared at Lu Mingfei, who was spitting, with hungry wolf-like eyes not far away.

The eyes of the two monsters met!
The idea of ​​hatred is almost turned into a real hedge.

Lu Mingfei, who was like an arrow from Beowulf's string, swooped down on the ground.

The air was swept by the hurricane, and the flames followed.The tearing of trembling tore Nuo Nuo's second eardrum.But fortunately, there was no follow-up after the explosion subsided.

After the flames subsided, Lu Mingfei squatted down and retreated with his left leg!
The power gathers in the waist and hips, and the sharpness gathers in the fingers.

Beowulf before him had hands like a wolf and eyes like a tiger.

next second!
two figures intertwined
The black and red blood waterfall ink is generally swaying in the air,

Lu Mingfei stood straight on the spot, at the end of his outstretched arm, a monster resembling a human was held by Lu Mingfei in his palm,

But the bad thing was that this body only had the upper body, and the bloody liquid dripped down along the cut, but before it completely fell to the ground, it was evaporated by the surrounding high temperature, leaving behind a sheet of hot steam.

The hot liquid also flowed down Lu Mingfei's wrist towards his chest. Lu Mingfei stared at the flowing blood with his ferocious eyes, like a curious little tiger pawing at the newly born baby. bunny.

Novelty, bewilderment, and terrifying desire.

Bloodlust!
Bang!
Behind Lu Mingfei, a figure with only two legs stood on the muddy ground. His burly thighs were covered with white dragon scales, and the dragon scales were supported by the knotted muscles inside.

In Nuonuo's horrified eyes, his legs suddenly exploded on the spot, and countless fragments turned into blood mist, which melted into steam and fell to the ground.

boom!
At the same time, there was also the upper body in Lu Mingfei's hands. Beowulf could no longer see the human figure exploded under Lu Mingfei's novel eyes.

The splattered blood covered Lu Mingfei's face, who was caught off guard.

Lu Mingfei, who was completely aroused by blood, couldn't bear it anymore,
He became crazy, furious and crazy, he threw himself on the blood on the ground, half of the tongue of the snake letter frantically licked the blood on the ground, he sucked, he hissed, the blood entered the body along his throat,

At this moment, he seemed to satisfy the wishes of all cells, like a thirsty body soaked in a spring.Every cell in the whole body is sucking.

He laughed wildly, sharply, and the dragon scales all over his body trembled like wind chimes.

Blood splashed down his forehead and dripped from above, and the evil spirit showed its hideousness to the fullest.

Amid the shocked expressions of Chu Zihang and Nuonuo, a contented smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Smile like death.

boom!
The back of Lu Mingfei, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly exploded, and a deep hole the size of a bowl opened from his back.Splashes of blood splashed backwards like a fountain

In the astonished eyes of Chu Zihang and Nuonuo, the crack spread to the chest, and then a wide gap opened in the whole chest.

After all, Beowulf never gave in. In the face of powerful forces, he used his own life to swear the loyalty of his most dragon-slaying belief!
He left his own medal on the dragon's body.

Lu Mingfei stared blankly at the blurry world. It was already evening in the world, and the setting sun made the air red.
It's so strange, it's as red as blood.Today is really not an auspicious day.

Lu Mingfei shook his head, he seemed to see his senior brother rushing towards him at the end of his vision.

He staggered and looked tense.The mouth is wide open as if screaming something, but what is it screaming?

The damn ears seem to be deaf.

But look at the expression on my brother's face,

Is someone dying?
who can that be?

who?

Lu Mingfei's brain hurt like a needle stuck between his nails.

Then fell hard to the ground,
The ferocious dragon's head dangled heavily on the ground.

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"It seems to be over, brother." Xia Mi stood beside Fu Nian, raising his feet and looking at the darkness in the distance.

"It should be." The calmness in Fu Nian's eyes gradually sank, and the simple and honest gentleness rose up.

"Brother seems very disappointed?" Xia Mi chuckled, squinting up.

"Isn't Xia Mi also very disappointed? Nothing appeared, not even a drop of water."

"No, it didn't show up because the matter is not over yet, and the time is not yet." Xia Mi said with a smile.

"It's not over yet?" Fu Nian gasped.

"Of course not yet." Xia Mi pinched his chin, as if everything was under my control.

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Chicago

Kassel College,
in a luxurious office
A squirrel jumped up and down on the bookshelf, and occasionally grabbed the drooping green radish next to it, rippling in the ocean of book fragrance like a monkey.The big and fluffy tail swept across the bookshelf next to it, and a red wine bottle dripped from the shelf.

Then it slammed under the bookshelf and collapsed on the head of the man on the floor.

laugh!
The man felt the pain, opened his drunken red eyes, and grinned at the squirrel.

The squirrel was frightened, and jumped along the spiral bookshelf. The hardcover book made a thumping sound under the squirrel's undisguised strength, and then plunged into the vines above the roof. The light slanted from above, and the flying dust Swirling in the air, like a veil falling into the Milky Way.

The man stared at the squirrel's "anxious" movement, and laughed foolishly, then suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at the old guy in front of the desk in the middle of the room, oh no, it should be an old gentleman.

He is much more normal and younger than the men on the ground. Although he has white hair, his skin also follows the natural aging of time.

But different from his late age, there is more of a calmness revealed between his brows, a kind of profundity emanating from the depths of his soul,
Those blue-gray pupils seem to be able to easily penetrate the mind, and gain insight into the secrets buried in time.

If we say that young people in their youth are a glass of vibrant and passionate carbonated drinks.

Then he is a glass of aged fine wine that has been precipitated by time, ripe but still hot, fragrant but full-bodied.

He was wearing a plaid suit and vest with a logoed Windsor bow tie on the neckline. The scent of leather and bergamot drifted away from the open window in the distance and drifted in the wind. It was a kind of deep and rough from a mature man. The gentleness and stability of a gentleman.

In his right hand he holds a copy of Dragon Family Genealogy Theory, in his left he holds a glass of mellow brandy, retro monocle eyes hang on the bridge of his nose, and the thin chain hanging down is clipped on the collar of his vest.

The whole demeanor is obviously that of a gentle old professor, but the style of his clothes reveals a deep hooligan atmosphere, like a prodigal who just came back from a date.

In fact, he did just come back from a date.

Although a man's face has been sculpted by time, he can't stand the mature sunshine that has a fatal attraction to women. He once dominated the vanity fairs in Europe, and he can also kill a bloody road in love after letting go of his rights.

This week, oh no, during these four days, the time when the vice principal can see this guy is only in the early morning.

After a night of passionate fighting, what came back was an elegant and philosophical scholar.

The night watchman stared at Angers as he fiddled with the movements of his hands,
It is possible that Angers found this book to amuse himself from the bookshelf.
As for the wine,

The vice-principal didn't know where Angers got the wine. It might be the bar outside just now, or it might be a VIP club, and of course it's more likely to be in a luxurious villa of a financial tycoon.

There is no other meaning. It may be purely because Angers has a wide network of contacts. Last night, I was interested, so I had a late-night chat with a certain male friend of mine, and I brought it back inadvertently.

You see, the belts are all wrong.The vice principal opened his eyes drowsily.

"Do you want to drink?" Angers stared strangely at the vice principal who collapsed in front of his bookshelf.He's almost planted there.

Oh, no, to be precise, it should be the night watchman.

The title of vice principal no longer belongs to him, and he has been dismissed.

Of course, as the principal, he has also been temporarily suspended. Kassel Academy is now fully cooperating with the secret party in implementing the dragon slaying plan.
All the elites were concentrated in the Pacific Ocean and were on standby at any time. After Beowulf entered Tokyo and lost complete contact, the old guys in the secret party were all crazy, if they didn't know what kind of guy Beowulf was.

I'm afraid they will give an order to let the academy attack Tokyo.

What kind of ending will it be at that time, Anger is not clear, the Sheqi Hachijia is no longer the extremely weak Sheqi Hachijia after World War II, and the figure of Uesugi Koshi has arrived, which makes him feel deeply The degree of fear, what's more, the Bajia of Sheqi is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Otherwise, Angers would have conquered that sesame-sized place long ago.

But now these have nothing to do with him, he resigned, he quit.

Although the secret party trapped Angers and the night watchman in the college in the name of investigation and they were not allowed to go out.

but……

Who can control them.

Forget about the night watchman, Angers used to eat and drink so that he became the master of the commandments for decades, the night watchman is used to it, as long as there is wine, he can stay here for a lifetime.

But Angers is different. He spent most of his life on the road, either on the road of slaying dragons, or on the road of hunting beauty.

He will fall in love with the girls at the best age in the Alps, and walk along the Champs Elysees Avenue in Paris with the charming and beautiful ladies and young women.Of course, he occasionally walks on the road with the elderly lady.

Oh, to be precise, it is to help the old lady cross the road, don't think about it.

You left him staring at the Night's Watch in an empty academy?
You might as well kill him.

Therefore, the night watchman has never been out of the academy,...Ange basically has never been in the academy.

Although the secret party sent many guards to secretly monitor their every move in the name of protecting safety and providing services.

But it was so funny that Angers must have thought they were old-fashioned.

This is almost impossible.

In his field of speech and spirit, none of these juniors can easily react, and they don't even know when Anger left.

Occasionally, when I saw the headmaster coming back from a stroll in the early morning, I used to be his student, so I would pretend I didn't see him.

What?Then how to explain it to the secret party?

Angers is almost 150 years old, and the guy who is qualified to guide him as an elder in the secret party has already got into the coffin.

Looking at the disdainful face of the night watchman, Ange shook his head lightly, then stretched his waist, ready to make some breakfast. He always liked the sense of ritual in life.

"I heard there's going to be a move over there?" the night watchman said suddenly.

"Which side?" Anger froze for a moment.

The night watchman glared at Angers and roared, "Japan! Japan! Which side could it be?!"

"Just move it, does it have something to do with me? Or does it have something to do with you?"

"Why doesn't it matter? If we go to war with the Sheqi Bajia, the only possible way to become the main force is the Executive Department. Those are the elites you cultivated. Are you willing that they didn't die on the battlefield of slaughtering dragons, but at the hands of their former subordinates? "

Angers was taken aback for a moment, and then gave the night watchman a strange look.

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(End of this chapter)