Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

She held the notebook up to Lu Mingfei's eyes and wrote two lines this time.

"Let's go out and have some fun."

"While my brother is away."

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

He suddenly understood.

For Erii, there was no difference between "outside" and "outer places".

Her world was divided into two parts—the inside and the outside.

Once you're outside, anywhere is fine.

As long as you leave here, you are free anywhere.

Erii opened the closet, took out a cardboard box from the bottom, and handed it to Lu Mingfei.

The box was heavy. Lu Mingfei looked down and saw that it was full of dolls.

Plastic Ultraman and monsters, plush Rilakkuma, squinting Hello Kitty, Cinnamoroll in a sailor suit, and a long-legged brown dachshund.

Each toy has a small label with the same childish handwriting.

"Eriyi's Ultraman."

"Eri Rilakkuma."

"Eriyi's Hello Kitty."

"Dachshund of painted pear clothes."

Like any ordinary girl, she has a strong possessive streak. She insists on writing her name on her favorite toys to assert her ownership and prevent them from being violated.

Lu Mingfei had no other choice. He carried the box and followed Erii step by step back through the passage they had come from.

Heading towards the ruthless and vicious Deadpool horde.

Out of fear, he clung tightly to Erii, almost stepping on the hem of her dress. The heavy smell of blood mingled with the faint scent of soap emanating from the girl.

It's the cheapest kind of soap in the supermarket, white, with no fragrance label.

The Deadpool group split apart silently.

These creatures hid their suppressed screams deep in their throats, lying obediently on the floor, their scales clinging to the cold metal, their long tails curled up at their sides.

They represent absolute obedience to Erii.

But as Lu Mingfei passed by, some of the Dead Servants opened their mouths, revealing their black, sharp teeth.

They didn't make a sound. But Lu Mingfei could understand the lip movements.

Hunger. A primal, uncontrollable instinct to bite through his throat.

Lu Mingfei's steps faltered for a moment.

Erii reached out and grasped his wrist; her hand was still so cold and so soft.

This small gesture was like a silent command.

The hissing in the Deadpools' throats subsided. They bowed their heads lower again, almost touching the ground.

They realized: this human belonged to this girl. He belonged to the high and mighty king they had to look up to.

Thus, the ham in the king's hands became an untouchable sacred object.

Lu Mingfei walked each step with trepidation.

Erii walks like a queen.

But he wasn't the Queen's attendant; he was a ham that the Queen was carrying.

The queen carried him through a pack of hungry wolves. The wolves drooled over him, but dared not touch the queen's food.

What incredible thing have I just unleashed?!

Is this a young girl? Or is this a monster among monsters?

At the end of the passage, a huge black flower of blood exploded on the wall. A long red sword was plunged squarely into the center of the blood flower.

Erii walked over and pulled out the sword. She took out a white handkerchief and carefully wiped the blade inch by inch, from the hilt to the tip, cleaning away all the black blood.

Then she sheathed her sword.

The scabbard was always at her waist, something Lu Mingfei hadn't noticed before; the sword belt that matched her white clothes and red trousers was hidden in the folds of her outer robe.

She tore a page from her notebook, wrote a few words, and held it up for Lu Mingfei to see.

"You go first."

"I don't know the way."

Lu Mingfei thought to himself: If you don't know the way, why were you walking so confidently just now?

Do you think you know the way just because you don't?

If I knew the way, would I just plunge headlong into your monster's lair?

Frilian took two steps forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Lu Mingfei.

“Map,” she said softly. “You also have navigation on your phone.”

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly pulled out his iPhone 5.

On the screen, the icon of "Key to Lanruo Temple" quietly glowed with a pale blue light.

Erii curiously leaned over, stretched out her finger, and gently poked it.

The icon is flashing.

A new route slowly emerged from the darkness.

Chapter 683 The Deadpool with a Human Head and a Snake Body

The moment he grabbed Chu Zihang's ankle, he felt something cold, slippery, and as hard as iron.

Bronze skin, bluish-black nails, and knuckles large enough to crush an adult's ankle with a single hand. When the five fingers are closed, it's like a beast snapping its jaws shut, the sharp claws piercing through trouser legs and into flesh, blood seeping out between the toes, almost invisible in the darkness.

The attackers remained hidden in the shadows of the elevator shaft, like crocodiles lurking in the depths of a murky river, waiting for their prey to approach the shore.

Chu Zihang's ankle was firmly clamped. He reached for the hilt of his knife at his waist, but the hem of his trench coat got tangled in the scabbard. In his haste to draw his sword, he failed, and was already being dragged towards the well by the immense force!

He gripped the door frame tightly with one hand, his entire weight suspended in mid-air, most of his body submerged in the elevator shaft, below which lay a bottomless abyss of darkness. The wind howled in his ears, carrying with it a mixture of blood and putrid stench.

At that moment, Yuan Zhisheng's hand grabbed his collar.

That hand was equally strong and as steady as a rock. It wasn't out of trust or goodwill, but in that instant, all three understood: if any one fell into the well, the other two wouldn't survive either.

This isn't fighting side-by-side; it's like grasshoppers forced onto the same rope.

Stalemate.

Chu Zihang hung suspended in mid-air, Yuan Zhisheng clinging desperately to his collar, while Caesar, holding his Desert Eagle, frantically searched for a firing angle. But the attacker was completely hidden behind Chu Zihang, like a moving, breathing shield. Each bullet could only spark against the steel beam, illuminating a fleeting glimpse of scales in the darkness.

"Damn it!" Caesar gritted his teeth.

The stalemate lasted only three or four seconds.

The attacker realized it couldn't drag Chu Zihang into the elevator shaft, at least not under Yuan Zhisheng's pull—so it changed its strategy.

It suddenly exerted its strength and leaped up!

The bronze-colored hand released Chu Zihang's ankle and instead grabbed the crisscrossing steel beams above. Its body swung like a monkey, tracing a graceful yet chilling arc in the air. At the same time, its slender, scaly tail coiled around Chu Zihang's throat with the agility of a python hunting.

Tighten.

Chu Zihang's breathing was instantly stopped.

Golden eyes, like two lamps burning in the darkness, looked down at him from above.

It was a monster with a human body and a snake's tail.

It had the upper body of a human woman, a naked, pale, voluptuous body, like a nymph from a Renaissance painting. A waterfall of long, black hair cascaded down its head, still dripping water, as if it had just emerged from some bottomless river. The water droplets landed on Chu Zihang's face, cold, sticky, and carrying the fishy smell of decaying leaves and stagnant water.

A pale, pointed face slowly emerged from the long hair.

A face that was once beautiful. An oval face, a high nose bridge, delicate brow bones, if you ignore the gaping mouth that stretched to the ears and the mouthful of long, sharp, shark-like teeth.

Its lips moved, and its forked tongue, like a small red snake, darted out and retracted from between its teeth. It seemed to be cheering, or perhaps laughing, and from deep within its throat came an indescribable sound that was somewhere between sobbing and singing.

It leaned down and brought its face close to Chu Zihang's, as if to kiss its prey.

Then, a flower bloomed between its eyebrows.

Dark red, moist, in full bloom, fleeting flowers.

The warhead of the mercury-core blunt metal armor-piercing projectile tumbles, shatters, and expands inside the brain. The pre-engraved cross pattern on the warhead performs its intended function: the metal petals sever brain tissue, tear the skull, and inject encapsulated liquid mercury into each crack.

The muzzle of the Desert Eagle was pressed against the bush of hair at the back of its head.

Caesar held the trigger and did not release it.

He put all the remaining bullets in the magazine into the monster's head.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Each strike was accompanied by a dull, wet, cracking sound.

The monster's head exploded layer by layer before him, like a firework blooming in reverse, an excessively grand display. Long hair flew everywhere, and blood and brain matter splattered onto Caesar's face and chest, warm and sticky.

Then he raised his foot and stomped hard on the monster's chest.

That was a human woman's chest. Soft, full, with a complex and unsettling feel.

He kicked it back into the elevator shaft.

Like kicking open a bag of garbage.

Chu Zihang coughed violently, wiping the cold, translucent mucus from his neck. It was secretions from the monster's tail scales, which had been smeared all over his throat when it wrapped around him. The sensation was like being wrapped by a giant python—cold, slippery, and nauseating.

“Deadpool,” he said hoarsely, his Adam’s apple bobbing several times before he managed to suppress the urge to vomit.

Caesar did not answer.

He looked down at his hands, the hands that held the gun, hands stained with black blood and brain matter. A few damp black hairs clung to his fingers.