Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Angers rubbed his stomach and got up.

"Can I order another one?"

Lu Mingfei said generously.

"No."

Angers waved.

"The elderly have to pay attention to their diet. They can't eat too much in one meal. Just be seven percent full."

While talking, Angers was still sighing.

"I've also reached the age where I have to pay attention to my diet."

They go out, and the waiter presents a key.

Angers picked it up.

"Ahe kid."

Angers smiled, pressed the key, and a two-seater sports car on the side of the road turned on its headlights.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"How does this thing work?"

"Hahaha."

Angers smiled heartily and sat in the driver's seat.

''Come on, Ming Fei, the principal will take you for a ride.

Lu Mingfei fastened his seat belt on himself.

The sports car roared on the road.

The huge push back feels like a rocket lifts off.

They are speeding along the road.

Lu Mingfei always felt that something was wrong.

He looked in the rearview mirror, and a row of traffic police on motorcycles was hotly chasing him.

Lu Mingfei finally remembered what was wrong.

"Say it, principal."

"Do you have a driver's license?"

"Mingfei, why would you ask such a question?"

Angers smiled kindly.

Lu Mingfei nodded in relief.

"How can I have something like a driver's license?"

Lu Mingfei: ...

Angers explained.

"Look, Mingfei, since I don't have a driver's license, no one can deduct my points, right?"

Lu Mingfei thought about it, well, it makes sense.

The bosozoku tightened the accelerator, and the sound of the engine was as fierce as the roaring of the Ultraman and Magma stars.

The strong wind was blowing Angers and Lu Mingfei, and Angers raised his middle finger outside the car window, laughing loudly.

"Eat my exhaust, scum!"

Ange used the purest Japanese when he said this, and he flicked his tongue fiercely. Lu Mingfei is no longer a Japanese novice. He knows what it means to flick his tongue. The leader of Taoism, in addition to enough bluffing tattoos, also has to master a superb tongue-playing technique.

In this way, compared with Anger, Yuan Zhisheng, the patriarch of the Eight Sheqi Families, still needs a long time to practice in terms of how to become a qualified jidao.

Anger is more like a yakuza leader than Yuan Zhisheng.

As soon as the sports car rides in the dust, no matter how narrow or dangerous the curve is, Angers will never step on the brakes, as if the old man pulled the brakes the first time he got in the car, and replaced it with the accelerator. This guy probably It was watered on the accelerator while pulling off the brakes. From the start until the final arrival at Gao Tianyuan, the damn foot never got off the accelerator.

"Aren't you afraid of getting into a car accident?"

After the sports car passed the cliff again, Lu Mingfei asked.

"Hahaha."

Angers laughed damn again.

"What are you talking about?"

"A car accident?"

Angers continued to push the speed up.

It is really doubtful whether this car can take off in place with a pair of wings inserted.

"We are S rank."

"Believe me."

"Even if there is a car accident, you can't die."

Anger smiled confidently and gave Lu Mingfei a thumbs up.

Lu Mingfei was skeptical.

"It sounds like you tried."

Angers didn't speak, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became more confident.

"Well, you really tried."

Lu Mingfei bowed his hand.

"awesome."

"I admire you."

Lu Mingfei suddenly thought, the Goddess group, even if the Goddess is mysterious, they don’t understand what they are thinking, it’s Herzog, that guy, Herzog, what kind of conspiracy is he planning? Directly unscrew a screw on the sports car, and with Angers' attitude of driving like hell, directly deal with the two S-levels with a bang, Herzog probably wakes up with a smile in his dreams.

When they got off the car in Gaotianyuan, all four tires were almost scrapped.

Angers slammed the car door shut, and the door slammed and bounced back, clattering to the ground.

Ange looked down and said apologetically.

"Oh, sorry."

"I think you should say sorry to me too."

Lu Mingfei got off from the opposite side.

"Don't do that, Mingfei."

Angers was refreshed and beaming.

"An unforgettable drive, no?"

"But we just want to go back to Gaotianyuan, not run around Tokyo."

"What does that matter."

Angers waved his hand nonchalantly, the cigar was filled with smoke, God knows when the old man lit the cigar.

"You have to relax before the big battle, what do you think, Mingfei."

Angers handed Lu Mingfei a carrot-thick cigar.

"Try it?"

"No."

Lu Mingfei pushed away the cigar.

"For the sake of the same school, a friendly reminder, if you bring a trace of smoke to Erika's ward, I will kill you."

"I'm your dear principal, Mingfei, what you said is really sad."

Angers stamped out his cigar.

They entered Gaotianyuan through the back door.

Passing by the call center, the door was open and they looked inside.

The temporary call center was overcrowded and the cubicles were narrow but well-organized. Girls sat inside, wearing headphones, operating computers, with focused expressions.

The phone rang from time to time, and the girl picked it up quickly.

"Hello, this is my family. May I help you?"

"Oh, is it an appointment for a duel?"

"Is it on the scale of a hundred people?"

"I see, I will arrange it for you here."

Leaving behind the hustle and bustle of the call center, Ange Lu Mingfei continued to walk up.

Lu Mingfei went to Huiliyi's ward, and Ange stood consciously at the door.

He watched Lu Mingfei walk to Huiliyi's hospital bed and sit down, the hard expression on the young man's face eased.

This is a bit of a youthful look.

Ange touched the cigar subconsciously, then withdrew his hand.

He didn't want to verify whether Lu Mingfei's words were a joke.

Eriyi was sleeping, and Lu Mingfei felt the girl's breath at close range to make sure that she was fine, and her bloodline was more stable than before.

Sure enough, Deadpool's serum can temporarily stabilize Eiri's lineage, but it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. However, before the next time Eiri's condition goes wrong, they have already visited Gao Tianyuan. Perhaps the White King Serum can truly stabilize Eiri's lineage.

No, not maybe, but definitely.

He will bring Baiwang serum for Erika.

Lu Mingfei didn't bother too much, he mouthed "goodbye" and tiptoed away.

The Humpback Whale Office is requisitioned again, this time as a place where Cassell and Saki Hachiya discuss their war plans.

Combining the information from both the Sheqi Bajia and Meng Guizhong, they judged that the location of the Kamdai Takamahara is the present-day Japan Trench.

That land sank into the Sea of ​​Japan.

Maybe it was the battle of dragons, or maybe it was the fighting of Japanese mixed races long ago that made the kingdom of dragons disappear in the deep sea.

Lu Mingfei nodded after reading the information.

It turns out that the people in this country are not at every turn, and their feelings have been passed down from ancient times.

Lu Mingfei Angers watched two videos in the office.

In the first section, Chu Zihang and Xia Mi teamed up to release a combo technique.

In one section, Caesar and Yuan Zhisheng compete against each other.

"Is there anything like fighting?"

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly.

"Caesar hasn't graduated yet."

Angers said.

"We have to be a little more lenient with young people, don't we?"

"Ok, I know."

"Principal's Elite Theory."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"Speaking of which, isn't Professor Schneider coming?"

"He has to stay at the headquarters in Kassel, in case a thief sneaks in."

"That's a pity."

"I can't tell, Mingfei, you have such a good relationship with Professor Schneider?"

"After all, he is a rare normal person in Kassel."

Lu Mingfei glanced at Angers, this guy was smoking two cigars, with an extremely arrogant expression on his face.

Let's hope this guy isn't arrogant about the fact that he can smoke two cigars at the same time.

Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

"A normal person?"

Angers mused.

He thought of Professor Schneider's severely burned face and his hoarse voice due to severe burns.

"Mingfei's definition of normal is quite unique."

"I mean style."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Kassel is the campus of dragon slayers, and it should be its responsibility to train dragon slayers. If it is to leave a good memory of youth, you can go to other schools."

These words seemed to turn on a certain switch, Ange's eyes showed memories.

"Ah, what a familiar passage."

"That's how Kassel used to be."

"But it turns out that the current training method is more correct."

There is you, there is Caesar, and there is Chu Zihang.

"Isn't that enough?"

"A small number of elites decide the outcome of the battle, right?"

Lu Mingfei said.

"After all, we are not ordinary people, and we cannot use the logic of ordinary people to think."

"But, principal."

"Could it be that if you teach them well, with the real dragon slayer as the standard, Caesar and Chu Zihang can achieve higher achievements?"

"Look at them."

Lu Mingfei clicked on the screen.

"Injury, stun, let alone murder, not even a single disability."

"Are they fighting or competing?"

Lu Mingfei sneered.

"Even in sparring, swords have no eyes, and accidental injuries are common."

"And what about them?"

The screen repeatedly played the battle between Chu Zihang and Caesar. The two men of Kassel are worthy of their names. No matter how many enemies they face, they can handle them with ease.

Chu Zihang always left a line under his sword, and the wounded were crying and rolling on the ground, but there was no one dead.

Caesar is more thorough, and the weasel is matched with firearms. Every bullet seems to be equipped with radar guidance, and the eyes are swollen. It really hits the mark.

But he also has old problems, as if he would go to hell if he kills someone, Chu Zihang's sword is obscene, and Caesar simply uses Frigga's bullets.

The two killed indiscriminately, and they fell into a state of no one. At the last count, none of the enemies died, and the Virgin Mary was moved and cried.

Send the two videos back to Kassel and put them on the Night Watchman forum. They will definitely get a lot of likes and even become teaching materials for tactical practice classes.

In Lu Mingfei's eyes, it seems to be nothing.

"This is not a fight."

Lu Mingfei made a judgment with a solemn expression.

"Not even sparring."

"Are they joking around!"

"Still performing!"

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei sneered.

"Principal, this is the elite you want to cultivate."

"Before the establishment of Kassel, you were a member of the Secret Party."

"Is this how the secret party trains dragon slayers?"

"If it is."

Lu Mingfei spread his hands.

"Then I have to say that it is really a miracle that the secret party can be passed down to this day."

"Oh, sorry."

Angers eyes moved slightly.

He was speechless for a long time after hearing Lu Mingfei's remark, and it wasn't because he was dumbfounded. It's just that Lu Mingfei's aura is too strong. A person does have aura. This is not a fiction of a fantasy novel.

Anger is very familiar with Lu Mingfei's aura. It is Shura who crawled over from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. Take a shot and try to pull the butcher down to be with them.

And what about Lu Mingfei?
Lu Mingfei didn't even look at them.

Anger had to admit that Lu Mingfei had changed.

No, it should not be said that it has changed.

Ever since that night at the cinema, Lu Mingfei has changed. At that time, he was the same as now, but he withdrew his edge and hid it somewhat.

Now this young man who mysteriously disappeared and appeared inexplicably, he can't hide anymore, he can be whatever he is, it's shocking, but also heart-wrenching.

Compared to before his disappearance, Lu Mingfei has more charisma, unswervingly believing in himself, making people subconsciously choose to follow.

So when Lu Mingfei suddenly apologized, Anger felt quite complicated.

How much is a little gratified.

Xiao Mingfei still respects me as an old man.

"The secret party can survive to this day, it's not the secret party's fault, it's the dragons."

Lu Mingfei sighed, and hated that iron could not be made into steel.

"The secret party has always regarded itself as a dragon slayer organization."

"I've been doing the work of the Dragon Slaying Organization for thousands of years."

"Such an iron-blooded organization has cultivated a great philanthropist like you."

Lu Mingfei applauded.

"Are those dragons eating dry food?"

"Why don't you turn the oil on you dragonslayers?"

Angers puffed out smoke.

"Mingfei, you don't understand."

"We tried."

"There's a huge price to pay for that."

"Lessons are enough."

"Good, good, good."

Lu Mingfei pressed his hand and interrupted Angers.

"I understand your idea."

"Because we have paid a terrible price, we must avoid repeating the same mistakes."

"right?"

Lu Mingfei and Ange looked at each other, and they refused to give in to each other. They are both out-and-out fighters, with personal wills stronger than diamonds, and they will never waver in what they believe in.

So when these two people meet together, it is inevitable that there will be fierce conflicts.

Lu Mingfei sneered.

"Then, my dear Mr. Headmaster."

"You can tell me, please."

"Is your price dead?"

Angers puffed thicker.

He crossed his legs and supported the table with both hands.

Anger nodded frankly.

He was never one to hold back.

"Very well, dead man."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Then let me take a guess."

"It's the students who died, right?"

"It's still a student you are very optimistic about, and you have hope or something."

Lu Mingfei saw Ang's head nodding.

"very good."

Lu Mingfei paused.

"Well, allow me to ask one last question."

"How many died?"

The office was silent, only Lu Mingfei and Ange were left staring at each other.

"1?"

Angers mouth flicked, and the cigar almost dropped.

"It doesn't appear to be."

Lu Mingfei asked again.

"So, five thousand?"

Angers inhaled irritably, the cigar burned quickly, and his lung capacity was like an ancient dragon.

"Ha ha."

Lu Mingfei relaxed, leaned against the back of the chair, pressed all his strength on it, and stared at the ceiling in a daze, what was this young man thinking?Dazed or something else?Angers thought secretly.

Finally, Lu Mingfei regained his senses from the frozen stone sculpture state.

"Excuse me."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Thinking of some past events."

"A little distracted."

"We continue."

"Where did you just say that?"

Lu Mingfei thought about it.

"Yes, how many died."

"Not 5000 people."

"Then there must be a thousand."

Lu Mingfei looked at Angers expression.

"Oh, not even a thousand."

Lu Mingfei said this in a calm tone.

It's like I can't lift my spirits.

"so."

"You are slaying dragons after all."

"Still playing the dragon slaying game?"

Angers smoked the cigar in a hurry, taking one puff after another.

He had a terrible expression on his face.

It was as if he was going to kill the boy on the opposite side.

Lu Mingfei seemed to be enjoying himself, appreciating Angers expression.

The lack of applause was probably the last respect the boy gave the principal.

"Mingfei."

"What happened back then was a tragedy."

"You do not understand."

"We lost a lot of people."

"They are all excellent children, and the future is bright."

"There's still a lot they haven't had time to do."

"They shouldn't have died there."

"them……"

"Okay, okay, okay."

Lu Mingfei raised his hand as a sign of surrender.

"My principal."

"Forgive me, forgive me."

"Listen to you."

"I really have goosebumps."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

Ange's expression became even more frightening.

"Please, we are soldiers, not poets, there is no need to hurt the spring and the autumn."

"Put your identity as the headmaster aside."

"Forget about him for now."

Lu Mingfei knocked on the table.

"Now, here, you and me."

"It's conversation time between two fighters."

"Please at least respect my dignity as a soldier, okay?"

Lu Mingfei restrained his smile.

"Yes, death is sad, and everybody knows that."

"You have students who have died and I regret that."

"But, Headmaster."

"Monsieur Hilbert Jean Angers."

Lu Mingfei pointed to Anger's heart.

"Don't forget, you are slaying a dragon."

"There has never been a war of the undead."

"Do you still need me to teach you this truth?"

Lu Mingfei got up and walked behind Angers, supporting Angers shoulders with both hands.

"Be sober, my Mr. Principal."

"There has never been a war of the undead."

"When they set foot on the battlefield."

"They're not students anymore."

"They're fighters."

"It's the dragon slayer."

"Only not students."

"If you look at them the way you look at students, that's an insult to soldiers."

"The death of a fighter has value."

"Instead of letting an old man grieve, grieve until he changes his cultivation strategy."

"You know what I would do if I were you?"

Lu Mingfei whispered in Angers ear.

Like the whisper of the devil dreaming back at midnight.

"I'll kill that damned dragon."

"Use the dragon's blood and head to pay homage to the sacrificed soldiers."

"It's not like you, changing the education strategy, using the name of cultivating elites, denying the value of the existence of victims."

"Principal."

"Because they sacrificed, they changed the education strategy, saying that it is to cultivate real elites, so as to avoid similar tragedies from happening again."

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"Do you know what these actions of yours appear to me?"

Lu Mingfei's voice turned cold.

Every word spoken is like the wind like a knife in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

"It's betrayal."

"You deny the existence value of the victim."

"You're acting like you're talking."

"I'm making a hypothesis."

"Suppose there was a different group of people, such as the current Chu Zihang Caesar, oh, and the invincible Lu Mingfei."

He smiled.

"Switch to a real elite team to carry out the mission."

"Should... no one will be sacrificed."

"No one will die."

"The tragedy will never happen again."

"How nice it is."

"No one dies, and a perfect world without tragedy is achieved."

Lu Mingfei stopped talking again.

He let go of Ange's shoulders, walked back and sat down opposite.

Lu Mingfei looked at Angers quietly.

Looking at the old man's face as hard as marble.

Angers is very old.

130 years old.

Even if they were placed in Kyushu, most warriors below Waigang would die at this age.

Angers is still alive.

Not only was he alive, but he was able to charge into battle with his jackknife.

Even if spiritual will can interfere with reality, Angers' spiritual will is like a miracle.

Maybe it's because he's too old.

Many people see that Angers can invite girls to afternoon tea, discuss poetry and dance with European royal princesses, and think that Angers is still young Angers, and he is still the omnipotent legendary dragon slayer.

But no.

Angers is old.

He was even old enough to change Kassel's educational strategy because of one failure.

In Lu Mingfei's view, this is tantamount to self-destructing the Great Wall.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Angers shook his head.

"Mingfei, what you said may make sense."

"But I still stick to my ideas."

"Enough people have died in this war."

"If anyone has to go to death."

"Just let me do it."

Lu Mingfei was a little disappointed, but he could understand.

He didn't think he could change Angers' mind with a word or two.

If Ange could be persuaded so easily, he would not be able to bear the name of legend.

What Lu Mingfei wanted was actually.

"it is good."

Lu Mingfei crossed his arms, raised his legs, and leaned back.

"I know."

"You have your reasons."

"It's ok."

"But the next war command, let me come."

They looked at each other, the tip of the needle pointed at the wheat awn, and neither would give way.

"Principal, admit it, you are old."

Angers frowned.

"Mingfei, it's too early."

"I believe in your future."

"I have to say, you are the best young man I have ever seen."

"But, Mingfei."

"too early."

"This time I'm not alone."

"This time it's a melee between two or even three parties."

"It requires experience and determination, but Mingfei, you..."

"Hahaha."

Lu Mingfei interrupted Angers with a wave of his hand.

"Wait a minute, wait a moment, principal."

"What did you say?"

"decision?"

"Do you know why I want command?"

"It's because of the decision."

Lu Mingfei changed the topic.

"I have read a lot of books these days, which are very interesting. There is a little thinking game in it called the train puzzle."

"Principal, you should have heard it."

"A train is running at high speed. There are ten children in front of the track, and a child on the other side. At this time, the switch to change the track is in your hand. Do nothing. Ten children will die. If you press the switch, you will die. A child."

"Ten dead or one dead, how do you choose the principal?"

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"If you were young, you would definitely choose to press the switch, save ten people and die one person."

"But, principal."

Lu Mingfei said every word lightly, but it sounded like thunder in Angers heart.

"you're old."

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