Dragon Clan: Returning from Rebirth, My God Lu Mingfei Tu preaches the Tao

Chapter 177 By then, I, Ange, will die without regret

"Am I not right?"

Angers was a little puzzled.

He had read oriental metaphysics about Hades of the underworld, and then contacted the country of the dead mentioned by the vice-principal, and the place where the soul can only enter after death.

Good guy, isn't everything right?
"Right? That's a piece of wool! I was talking about the sacred place in my heart, but you're just talking nonsense with me. Although the Nibelungen belongs to the category of mysticism, you didn't let me make it into metaphysics."

The vice-principal looked distraught, jumping up and down as if his tail had been stepped on.

Can he not be depressed?

The Nibelungen, as the holy place in the hearts of all alchemists, is the place that people like them want to pursue in their entire lives, and he even broke through the iron shoes like a painstaking monk, and he did not hesitate to travel all over the world to find that country , just for the sacred faith in my heart.

Now that the sacred place in my heart has been turned into the metaphysics of gods, ghosts and ghosts, it's like being desecrated. If it weren't for the fact that Ange was his old friend, and if he broke out, he might not be able to beat this old bastard. Today No matter what you say, you have to talk to him endlessly.

Thinking of this, Flamel took out the last bottle of Lafite in his butt pocket, and drank it regardless.

"Hey, hey, old man, please be merciful. What you drink is my last bottle." Anger felt distressed when he saw the other party drinking happily.

But it was fine if he didn't say anything, but when he said the vice principal stepped on the chair, he drank even more violently.

Ton ton ton ton ton... hiccup!

Good fellow, he directly killed most of Lafite in one go, and even let out a long, thunderous belch as if no one else was there.

Flamel is deliberately provoking Angers.

Since we can't attack this old bastard, we have to attack him from the other side, which seems to be somewhat effective so far.

"Old man, maybe we should think differently."

Seeing through the vice-principal's trick, Angers smiled wryly.

"Well, what idea?"

Due to the great stamina of the old Lafite in his collection, the vice principal drank so fiercely in one breath, he was a little drunk for a while, and his mouth was a little fluttering when he spoke.

"Perhaps your Nibelungen Kingdom of the Dead really came from the underworld in the east. The King of Hades who governs the underworld has a book of life and death in his hand, which records the names of all animals and is used to control the life and death of humans and animals. "

"Good guy, if that's the case, then Ange, your name should be on the most prominent position on the homepage, and it should be marked in big red fonts, so that the king of Hades can take the life of you, an old bastard, at any time." Vice-principal ridicule.

"Oh, you know that I don't care about those false names, but since you talk so speculatively, it seems that you also believe my point of view?"

"Get out!"

Flamel snorted angrily.

He wanted to have another wave of tons, tons, but seeing that there was only a small half of the old Lafite left, he felt a little distressed.

After all, it's been a long time since he had drunk such an exciting red wine. If he really finished it all in one go, he might not be so happy for a long time.

Damn it, it seems that he stimulated Ange this wave, but it was actually his blood loss.

It took a long while before he calmed down.

"Old bastard, there is one thing that you were fooled by, that is, if you want to enter the land of the dead in the Nibelungen, you must be a person who meets certain requirements, just like the king of hell who has marked a person's name in the book of life and death. Life, this person's soul will enter the underworld." The vice-principal explained.

"It meets certain regulations?" Angers raised his eyebrows.

"That's right, for example, people who have a certain brand of their own, or who have entered there before, may find the old road. Like a psychic, they can communicate with different mysterious worlds between day and night, so the same There is a chance to enter that country again."

Hearing this, Angers got excited.

"Good guy, what are you waiting for, let's just die, maybe the soul really has a chance to enter the Nibelungen, so wouldn't it be possible to obtain those secret treasures.

I don't want too many, just give me a few hundred Philosopher's Stones, refine them into alchemy bullets, and I will smash the heads of those dragons one by one. "

"Stop it!"

The vice-principal forcibly interrupted Angers' fantasy, "I'm just saying that there is such a possibility. It's just a guess, and no one knows the truth."

"Then what have you been talking about for a long time?"

Angers shrugged, with a helpless expression on his face, expressing that he was very speechless.

This girl almost drank two bottles of his collection for nothing.

"Yeah, what did I talk about for a long time?"

The vice principal was also confused.

Why is he talking so much.

The next moment I suddenly remembered, "Of course I was thinking about that precious student of yours, Lu Mingfei. Didn't you say that the other party's strength was beyond your expectations? For such an unexplainable thing, maybe two guns... ...Ah no, maybe that country will give you the answer."

Angers changed his expression, "You mean, this boy has entered the Nibelungen?"

The vice-principal nodded slowly, his tone became dignified, "It is very possible, just like the classic plots in those martial arts novels, the useless boy is chased by his enemies and forced to jump into a waterfall or a cliff, but that is not a dead end , there will inevitably be hidden world masters or the magic secrets left by the ancients carved on the stone wall below.

The young man was ecstatic to accept the adventure, until a few years later when he achieved great feats, he jumped up from the cliff, and then he was looking for exciting scenes such as enemies pretending to slap his face. "

The more Flamel spoke, the more excited he became, and his tone changed from the original seriousness to yearning, wishing that he could turn himself into the boy who had an adventure.

But the glaring light in this guy's eyes made people think that after he jumped off the cliff, he might not be the enemy, but those peerless beauties.

"Good guy, don't you watch it less often?"

Anger couldn't help complaining when the vice-principal talked about it happily.

"Ahem, please be considerate. Watching westerns and action movies all the time will also make you feel tired, so occasionally read those martial arts novels to refresh yourself."

The vice principal immediately became serious.

"In other words, Lu Mingfei is very likely to have entered the Nibelungen, obtained adventures in it and improved his bloodline strength, and then walked out of that country?"

"Right!" The vice-principal nodded frantically.

"Is that so..."

Angers stopped talking, although Flamel's imagination was a bit too rich, but he couldn't refute.

Because Ange himself really couldn't explain why Lu Mingfei's strength was far stronger than he imagined, and because he knew every detail of Lu Mingfei, a boy in the past [-] years, it felt unbelievable when the other party exploded with powerful or even terrifying strength .

Maybe, just maybe... Maybe Lu Mingfei really entered that country and completed a self-transformation.

Angers looked outside at the falling maple leaves.

Over the past eighteen years, Lu Mingfei's behavior has always been too normal, normal inferiority complex, normal crush, normal bad boy.

But Ange knew that the boy's pedigree was S-level, and he was a real potential stock that surpassed almost all mixed races, but it hadn't been released yet. Ange was looking forward to waiting for the moment when the other party broke out, and it would definitely scare everyone.

But Anger never expected that Lu Mingfei's real outburst was not only shocking, but frightening.

In a sense, this boy is more like a rebirth.

It's like a process of alchemy, killing matter and then giving it new and powerful properties.

What made the boy so transformed?

Or did he really walk into that kingdom, be chosen by death, and then walk out by rebirth?
The atmosphere in the office fell into silence, only the slight rustling of the little squirrel gnawing on the muffin.

It wasn't until a long while later that the vice principal spoke slowly.

He looked at Angers, "Old man, if we really find the entrance to that country, maybe it's not a treasure, but pure blood dragons sleeping and waiting to be revived, what will you do?"

Hearing this, Angers narrowed his eyes and subconsciously sat up straight.

At this moment, even though the maple leaves were fluttering outside, and the sunlight cast light spots through the maple forest, the atmosphere seemed extraordinarily comfortable, but a killing and lingering aura burst out from the old man out of thin air.

Although Angers was wearing a suit, he looked like a warrior in iron armor, with a tall and firm figure, and his brows were full of majesty.

At this time, silence is better than sound, Angers has already conveyed everything with his own breath.

"Hey, hey, old man, I was just joking, why are you so excited? Hurry up and get rid of your supernatural powers, don't ruin your practice." The vice-principal said tremblingly.

Although his pedigree is not inferior to that of Angers, if it is compared to death, ten of him are not as good as one Angers.

In his words, Angers is a person who crawled out of hell, no, an evil ghost who crawled out, how could such a guy still be full of fear of hell.

"It would be wonderful if there were pure-blooded dragons sleeping there waiting to be revived." Anger took a sip of Lafite.

"I will fill it with nuclear bombs and detonate them at the same time, watching those dragons struggle and howl in pain in the flames, and I will also place a piano on the huge copper pillar that crucified the White King. If there is time, I will play a song passionately, and then the curtain will end in the scene of fire and rain. At that time, I, Angers, will die without regret..."

The old man seemed to be telling something that he was looking forward to, his tone was full of yearning.

Perhaps after the Mourning of Summer event, Ange was dead, and only a vengeful soul was left to support him, and he could only rest in peace in the glorious destruction of the Dragon Clan.

"Good guy, it's really you. This picture is too beautiful, even when you die, it's so cool."

The vice-principal seemed to think of that scene, and couldn't help but sigh: "If that day really comes, have you thought about what piece to play?"

"Let's do an impromptu song."

"Awesome!"

The vice principal gave Angers a thumbs up.

The latter shrugged calmly, "Old friend, you know I've always been cool."

"Okay, I'm digressing again. We seem to have been talking about Lu Mingfei, a freshman. I've passed this test. I can ignore the boy's bloodline for the time being and wait for the 3E exam." Look at the situation again.

But what about the school board?
I got the news not long ago that the school management committee will soon arrange an investigation team to come to the academy to investigate the incident of the dragon-shaped deadpool's invasion of the academy and the investigation of your precious student Lu Mingfei. " said the vice principal.

"Oh? These wolves react so quickly?" Angers raised his eyebrows.

"It doesn't matter if it's Lu Mingfei, the freshman's S-level bloodline, or the academy being invaded by the dragon-shaped Deadpool, neither of these is a big event that can cause them to climax, they are already hungry and thirsty.

Old friend, you have to be careful this time. I heard that the school board has charged you with as many as fifty-eight items. It will be a matter of minutes to impeach you, and this time you will also get involved with your precious student Lu Mingfei. Things, can you stand it? "

"Don't be afraid of death, just come." Ange said with a smile.

But the vice principal heard a hint of coldness.

"Oh, don't worry, after all, you are so handsome, how could anyone impeach you, Frost? That old boy is even worse, that guy is even balder than my professor's son. As for Lu Ming No, at present, it seems to me that apart from his great strength, this boy does not have any other abnormalities in his performance, so even if those people really come to investigate, there is a high probability that they will not find anything."

The vice-principal hurriedly comforted him, for fear that the vengeful god would kill him if he became agitated.

"Is that so..."

Angers felt a little regretful.

"Otherwise? What else do you want?"

Seeing Angers' disappointed expression, the corner of the vice principal's eyes twitched slightly.

The former immediately laughed, "Then everyone is happy, maybe I can have a drink with them, but it's a pity that you took away the two bottles of Lafite I treasured."

"To be precise, there is still a small half left, but these are naturally mine."

The vice-principal put the remaining half bottle of Lafite into his arms, "Old friend, I'll withdraw it first, please remember it for me, don't mess with it."

"Wait a minute, don't tell anyone about the Nibelungen." Angers ordered.

If Lu Mingfei had really entered there, there must be something like a brand to re-enter, and no matter what, no one else should know, especially those from the school board.

"Old guy, don't tell me, if you really know the entrance to that country, are you going to secretly plant the nuclear bomb alone?" The vice principal turned his head and asked.

"Can't you?"

Angers raised his eyebrows, "When that day really comes, won't you be happy to see the dragon clan perish? Or will you be sad because of the loss of my old friend?"

"As your friend, I will definitely go to your funeral and bring your favorite red wine." The vice principal said, "But are you sure you can handle it?"

Angers said in a deep voice: "You and I both know that those guys on the school board cannot fight against the dragon clan. After all, they are just a group of capitalists. If you talk about dreams and blood with capitalists, it doesn't make sense at all. They don't have any Knowing the cruelty of the war with dragons, the funny thing is that those people are already full of fighting spirit and confidence.

They think that after the dragon clan is completely destroyed, it will be logical to take control of the power of the world. In fact, that is the beginning of the war. "

The vice-principal shrugged noncommittally, "You are right, those people are just capitalists, and they value profit more."

"So we can only rely on ourselves, old friend, I need your help before the war with the Dragon Clan is over." Anger looked at Flamel.

"I will definitely support you mentally." The vice-principal immediately stated firmly.

"You know, old friend, what I want is not only your spiritual support, but also your body, all of you to support me without reservation! Hit me!" Anger's eyes were burning and scary.

"Ah...although we are the only ones in the office, don't be so explicit, I'm really embarrassed."

The vice principal twisted his fat butt shyly.

"So you plan to follow me?" Angers became interested.

"No, I didn't say it, you said it yourself, old friend, you are over a hundred years old, and you don't have a few years to live, why don't you enjoy this world, dragon slaying or something, naturally There will be newcomers to the top, you have done enough, it is time to rest." The vice principal said earnestly.

"You know me, so why do you say such meaningless words?"

"Oh, I know you've always been cool. You're dressed in black like a mourner. You even hide a knife in your sleeve. For more than a hundred years, you've been thinking about slaying dragons all the time. You look elegant. , in fact, he is an old bastard who loves to hold grudges, and whoever has a grudge with you is your sworn enemy."

"Haha, old man, you really understand me, why don't you, why have you been huddled in the bell tower of the college all these years, don't tell me such funny reasons as you want to retire here."

"Don't you ask the question knowingly, I have a sense of belonging here, and my bald son is still here." The vice principal said.

"Angers, actually I don't like the group of capitalists on the school board, but at least they know that after the war with the dragons is over, they will still want to continue rebuilding this world, a world completely controlled by mixed races.

So you have to know that we are indeed like-minded in destroying the dragon clan, but you must not go further and further on the road of destruction and revenge, otherwise I will not be able to hold you back, and maybe I will become your stumbling block, even if you are ruthless. I don't hesitate to step on my feet. "

After saying this, Flamel left without looking back with the small half bottle of red wine in his pocket.

Anger looked at the plump back of the other party leaving, and after a while, he drank the Lafite in the wine glass in one gulp.

"Ok."

(End of this chapter)