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"No, I can't..."

Lu Mingfei was trembling, and he couldn't even hold the knife in his hand steadily. He kept trying to retreat.

"Can't you?"

The man smiled strangely, snatched the knife from Lu Mingfei's hand, and put it on his neck, asking: "Either he dies, or you die, choose one!"

There was a certain kind of evil taste in his words.

Lu Mingfei had cold sweat on his forehead. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, tilted his neck slightly in the other direction, and said begging for mercy: "Boss, Boss, please let me go. I have old people and young children to take care of..."

But in his heart he was complaining like a madman: "You asked me to kill someone without saying anything, and if I don't kill someone, you're going to kill me, you're crazy!"

Lu Chun looked at the other person with a stern face and said, "Don't you want to choose? Otherwise, I will choose one for you. He lives and you die!"

As he spoke, Lu Chun exerted a little force with his hands and directly cut a bright red blood mark on Lu Mingfei's neck. The blood flowed along the blade and onto the handle.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei closed his eyes and shouted: "He dies, he dies, I want to live!"

I would rather die than have my friend die. He doesn't want to care about that annoying Zhao Menghua!
"Hahahaha!"

Lu Chun put away his sword and said with a smile: "Sure enough, when faced with life and death, people often make the choice that is most beneficial to themselves."

"Lu Mingfei..."

"Ah? I'm here!"

Lu Mingfei replied quickly.

"I warn you:"

"As a ruler, you can be kind, cruel, or cunning, but you must have authority and the ability to command respect from those under you!"

"Only by knowing how to use power and intimidate your subordinates can you mobilize them in moderation. Otherwise, if things go on like this, the balance between superiors and subordinates will be unbalanced, the master will not be the master, and the subordinates will be above the superiors, and nothing will be accomplished!"

Lu Mingfei complained in his heart: "What power or no power? What does this have to do with me?"

"Get it!"

Lu Chun smoothly sheathed the sword and handed it to Lu Mingfei.

"What? What?"

Lu Mingfei looked silly and cute.

"From now on, this sword belongs to you. A ruler must hold power in his hands. Only the name and the weapon can be wielded by others. The sword is the king of all weapons. Remember, it is called: royal power!"

"I hope you can cut off the shackles of fate with the blade in your hand."

"Remember, this knife cannot be seen by ordinary people!"

After saying that, Lu Chun still held the black umbrella and turned and left.

And at the moment when Lu Chun disappeared, time began to flow rapidly. Chen Wenwen agreed to the confession and chatted and laughed with others.

Lu Mingfei touched his neck and found that there was no wound at all, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion, but the heavy knife in his hand told him that everything that had just happened was real.

"Royal power?"

Just as Lu Mingfei was lost in thought, suddenly, the cinema was opened again.

The person who walked in was extremely dazzling, as if all the colors were attracted by him at this moment.

"Ricardo, we don't have enough time. Do we still want to continue to participate in this kind of activity?" Nono's expression was cold, and his words revealed his inherent arrogance and disdain. "Ah? Me..."

Lu Mingfei held the long sword tightly in his hand, as if only this thing could give him a vague sense of security. When he didn't notice, a faint scarlet light appeared on the hilt of the sword.

A feeling of blood connection suddenly emerged in Lu Mingfei's heart.

What happened next was just like in the original novel. Lu Mingfei was taken away from the place that made him sad, and then because Nuo Nuo forgot to refuel the Ferrari, he had to stop on a small road.

"I saw you holding it just now. Can I take a look at this knife?" Nuonuo asked.

It was then that Lu Mingfei began to examine the knife carefully in the dim light. On the handle was a ferocious and domineering black dragon, with the dragon's upper and lower jaws transformed into a ring-shaped head. The dragon's eyes seemed to be something like a red gem. The scabbard was also black with golden patterns.

When the blade was pulled out, it was as cold as ice, and the blade reflected the moon like water, and even Lu Mingfei's face was reflected. There was some ancient seal pattern engraved on the blade, which looked like scales at a glance, like waves, clouds and thunder.

Lu Mingfei handed it to Nuo Nuo.

Nuonuo pulled out the blade completely. The blade was straight and impartial, with both the kingly style of a sword and the domineering spirit of a knife.

"This is Tang Hengdao!"

Nuonuo just bent his fingers and the blade made a crisp and pleasant sound. Then, Nuonuo aimed at a stone on the side of the road and chopped it down.

There was no sense of obstruction at all, and the blade slid across the stone, leaving only a mirror-like cut.

Seeing this, Nuo Nuo's pupils suddenly shrank, and he exclaimed: "What a good sword, is this an alchemical weapon?"

Lu Mingfei didn’t understand what he meant, so he just said, “A weirdo gave it to me. If you like it, I’ll give it to you!”

Nuonuo frowned: "A weirdo gave it to you. Who was it? Can you think about it carefully and tell me about it?"

Nono is born with the ability of "profiling", which allows him to know the process and outcome of an event.

"I don't know. He arrived before you. He was holding a black umbrella and was terribly cold, but his temperament was very noble, like, like a god..."

Lu Mingfei didn't know how to describe it in words, so he had to choose the most appropriate word. Through Lu Mingfei's description, Nuonuo gradually sketched out a person's general appearance in his mind.

"Oh, that person also said something strange, but I can't remember it clearly. But he seemed to say that the name of this knife is: Royal Power!"

"Royalty?"

Nuonuo looked at the knife carefully, and then looked into the dragon's eyes. In a trance, he saw a battlefield with blood and fire intertwined and dragons everywhere.

And at the highest point of the throne was a huge, ferocious black dragon, looking down on everything around it, arrogant, contemptuous, and cruel, as if it didn't take anything seriously at all.

"The Black King, Nidhogg?!!"

The ultimate existence in the deepest part of dragon civilization, with unlimited power. He rules the whole world with fate and enslaves humans in the name of God.

His name means "despair" and he is also known as the Black Emperor. He is the oldest emperor not recorded in history and the most supreme, virtuous and powerful being.

"No, that's not right!"

Nuonuo denied it again, because behind the mountain-like black dragon, she saw a phantom of a dragon that seemed to cover the entire sky.

Its body is as big as the sun, its pupils are golden, and its body is a noble purple. It seems as if there are stars flowing around it, and the blue star is just a plaything in its hands.

And as his dragon claws casually fashioned, a new and desolate star suddenly emerged, covered with various dragon species, roaring towards the sky.

It is impossible to look directly at it, and it is impossible to describe it. It is an unimaginable and infinite power.

(End of this chapter)