Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Kristina's admission to Kassel Academy was really an accident, an encounter in Moscow with vodka mixed with ice flown from Siberia.

After meeting Lu Mingfei and confirming that the latter chose to join Kassel College, Professor Guderian, who was in charge of the college's admissions at the time, took a business jet to Moscow overnight and conducted an admissions interview with Zero.

In order to show that she attaches great importance to this matter, Her Royal Highness invited many big figures from the dark side of Russia to attend the banquet, and used the common Russian hospitality etiquette to warmly entertain Gudry, who did not know how to refuse other people's kindness. Professor An.

Guderian was not a mixed race known for his excellent bloodline. He could only be classified as Class B, and because of his old age, he was not able to withstand all the attacks. He managed to leave the banquet drunk. Falling on the streets of Moscow.

If Christina's father hadn't accidentally picked up this little old man, Lu Mingfei would probably have had to change his mentor.

Ling told Lu Mingfei about this matter. At that time, the little old man insisted on leaving and going back to the hotel. In fact, he was secretly followed by the mercenaries from the Elizabeth Palace. If Kristina and her father didn't take Guderian back at that time, it would be those female killers who would kill without batting an eye.

"I don't think he is my father." Christina's face was red, her breathing was heavy, her proud chest was rising and falling, and she looked a little annoyed. She gritted her silver teeth and glared condescendingly at Caesar.

"I understand how you feel...I mean, although I rarely talk to you about my family, my father is also a scumbag. I thought he was dead since he was six years old." Caesar Wu There was no way to escape, so he could only raise his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Christina used her eyes to oppress Caesar for a long time, but Caesar always seemed to respond with a doting and gentle attitude.

Thinking about it, even a cute Russian girl would feel a little ashamed in this situation. Kristina's face still had the blush after soaking in a hot bath for a long time, but the corners of her eyes and mouth slowly relaxed. She loosened Caesar's collar and sat down next to this guy, not caring that her chest and thighs were exposing a large amount of fair skin.

"My two fathers in the family disagreed with me following the GRU gang of desperadoes, but I still signed up because the job of the GRU special forces is often to arrest corrupt individuals who have fled abroad. Either assassinate or capture those heinous arms dealers." Christina lowered her head to wipe her hair. Her nose bridge was extremely straight and her eye sockets seemed to be extremely deep, hiding all expressions of emotion in the shadows so that Caesar could not see them. Clear her eyes.

"There is so much darkness in this world. I can't help everyone. Maybe one day I will die on the road to pursuing what I want, but my bones can always burn and spread justice like the sun." Christina said, "I am not afraid of death. I am willing to stay in the Abyss, because one more person there means one less corpse guard rushing into Tokyo Bay. Caesar, you said that my word spirit is the Dark Illumination so it is not suitable to stay on the offshore combat platform, but what about you? Your word spirit is just a sickle weasel. Why are you willing to take the risk to walk into that small iron shell and dive 8,000 miles or even 10,000 meters underwater?"

Caesar did not speak, but his eyes suddenly became extremely deep, as if there was an icy lake several kilometers deep hidden in them.

"Because I am Caesar. If the person who got into the Dieste was Lancelot or Fingel, they would eventually die together with Chu Zihang in the deepest part of the abyss without even being able to find their bones. "When I arrived, I was just standing on the shore holding a long red flag of 'triumph' like an idiot. Then I simply don't know how to tell others about this experience one day in the future." Touching the top of Christina's head, although Christina was considered tall among girls, she still looked like a child in front of Caesar's height of nearly 1.9 meters.

He said softly, "That's such a shame. Watching my companions die while I live, how can I endure that shame? Christina, you live for your justice, and I also live for my justice. My justice is ...The honor of Caesar Gattuso."

It was obviously a very light narration, but Christina felt that it was said so loudly from the mouth of this guy with a serious chuunibyou.

Those ice blue eyes kept staring at her, and for a few moments Christina felt that she saw the dazzling light of the sun from Caesar's eyes.

"Okay, okay, I really lost to you... Actually, what I want to say is that I am very worried about you. I just want to see you get out of that iron shell again, with a stupid face like the sun. The smiling face waved to everyone around him and said it's okay. It's just a dive or something. Don't worry about me... Instead of just hiding in a small bush waiting for the completion of the task sent by Norma, the members of the dive team will return. Report." Christina snorted coldly, turned her face away, and stared at the frosted glass of the bathroom with her beautiful dark green eyes, but the hazy crimson quickly spread from the roots of her ears to the girl's clear and slender neck. superior.

Caesar was stunned for a moment. He looked at the blushing face of the Tartar princess because of embarrassment. He suddenly thought of those shy birds that like to fly in the clouds and mists. They spread their wings to break the mist after the rain, flying on the clouds. , leaving black silhouettes on the mountains and branches, each frame is cheerful and memorable.

Caesar's mood brightened, as if a crack in the haze had cracked open, and sunlight filtered through.

At this time, all the negative emotions that seemed to be about to dive into the abyss had dissipated. Caesar wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

He thought, in fact, Christina was much more suitable for him than that little witch.

Just why, why is there still a trace of unwillingness, as if something has really been lost. Although you don't take it to heart, it's like a very fine needle pricking your finger. You can feel it, but you can never find where it is...

Thinking about it, Master Gattuso was about to prepare a French wet kiss with Miss Cristina.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't keep your big face getting closer and closer at this time, you bastard!" Christina suddenly slapped the side of Caesar's face, and steam was coming out of his hair.

Young Master Gattuso was a little hesitant, thinking that the atmosphere just now was probably in place, the kind of pink mood that fills a girl's heart, the kind of passion when a man and a woman are alone in the same room, that kind of...

Christina couldn't push Caesar, so she stretched out a straight calf with a hint of spring to kick the abdominal muscles of this hero whose chest muscles were so broad that he could run a horse.

Caesar blinked and reached out to clasp Christina's delicate and fragile ankles. The girl was immediately shocked, and the blush on her face was so red that she could squeeze out water. She glared fiercely at the blond man next to her, gritted her teeth and tried to take her foot back, but Caesar suddenly used the fingers of his other hand to scratch Christina's delicate soles.

Those dark green eyes were like a thin mist rising from the lake on a winter night. Christina's body trembled slightly, and her delicate white toes curled up, like beautiful little shells.

After a few seconds, the serious look the girl tried to put on finally collapsed. Christina giggled and lightly hit Caesar's shoulder with her weak fist.

"Let go, let go, itchy..."

Cristina suddenly couldn't speak anymore, because a warm breath enveloped her, and Caesar opened his arms and held her in his arms like he was embracing the whole world.

Her emerald-like eyes were glazed over. Kristina opened her hands and didn't know what kind of action she should make at this moment, because Caesar's low voice sounded in her ears.

"I said, are you really not ready to tell me yet?" he said, and then Christina felt the touch of her lips. Caesar's lips were really hot and powerful, far harder than her lips, like Warm steel.

Christina looked confused when her lips separated.

"It won't take long for my family to investigate you. Dear Kristina, you...are a person with ALS, right? This is why you want to join the GRU special forces, because you think you can't survive. How long do you want to make your life more meaningful in the limited time you have?" Caesar said.

Christina stared at Caesar blankly, an unspeakable anger and humiliation welling up like a tide. Before she could say anything, Caesar hugged her tighter.

"Even in a mixed-race society, it is difficult to find a cure for this disease, but it is not without... the Nibelung Plan... I want to dive, because I need more honors to send you into this The door of the plan, the dragon's blood will make you better, really..." Caesar said, he touched Christina's hair, and his blue eyes were filled with golden light.

"You don't have to worry about my affairs!" Cristina gritted her teeth and said fiercely, but Caesar kissed her again. This time Cristina could no longer resist. Who can resist Caesar Gattuso? , he is so majestic, so righteous, so perfect...

"Of course I have to take care of it. In addition, I am also planning to propose to you in the Red Square in Moscow." Caesar said, "I heard that you Russians think the Red Square has a very special meaning. Your alliance used to have military parades there. After that, we can drive the tank directly onto the battlefield. We can also have a rehearsal there. After the rehearsal, we will hold a wedding at the nearby Bollazheno Cathedral. I will invite the local bishop to solemnize our marriage..."

Christina's nose suddenly felt a little sore.

Chapter 312 Miss Susie's Little Happiness

Chu Zihang's hair was wet, his upper body was bare, and he stood upright against the wall with an unopened "Dragon Genealogy Refresher" on his head.

At dusk, the cold wind lifts the wooden window screens, and the hanging spider plant leaves in the floor-to-ceiling windows cut the dim sunlight into pieces.

Adjacent to the Peninsula Hotel in Tokyo is the Imperial Palace where the Emperor and his family now live. Chu Zihang calmly looked over and could see the green tile roofs, white walls and brown copper pillars.

A black raven was spreading its wings, as if hovering in the air. Chu Zihang's eyes followed the black bird that went against the wind to an unknown place and disappeared into the getting closer and closer into the night. Ravens are regarded by the Japanese as messengers that can save the souls of the dead. They believe that people will become Buddhas after death, but those who cannot become Buddhas will become ghosts wandering around the world and doing evil. The job of the raven is to save these ghosts. Different from the Chinese view, in Japan, the phenomenon of crows being nearby when a person is about to die is interpreted as crows serving the dead. They guard the deceased and prevent his soul from turning into a wraith.

In fact, Chu Zihang also found a raven for himself, first it was Su Qian, and later it was Lu Mingfei.

Once you start using the forbidden technique of violent blood, you can never stop it. It's like a giant hand stretching out from the abyss, constantly pulling you into the depths of darkness.

If a student who graduates from Kassel College dies in the line of duty in the Executive Department, his name will be left in the Hall of Valor and he will be regarded as a hero who gave his life in the war with the dragons.

However, there are also some people who accidentally fall to the dragon's side after joining the Executive Department due to long-term mental depression or the use of illegal drugs. They will be regarded as...traitors. Every traitor is not qualified to stay in the Hall of Valor. Write your name.

Before accepting the Nibelung plan, Chu Zihang once thought that the dragon camp was beckoning to him. He could always see a towering tree in his dreams, with dense dragon characters drawn on the surface of the tree.

At that time, he thought that one day he would become a message on the bulletin board like Ye Sheng or any other dead commissioner.

But even if he dies, he hopes that he can die as a human being instead of being killed by his companions as a Deadpool.

Chu Zihang was always ready to pierce Murasame's knife tip into his heart, but he didn't want another corrupted will to descend on his eroded body after his soul died.

So that's when he needed a raven, one to keep an eye on him and prevent him from coming back to life after he died.

It was already very cold in Tokyo at the end of November, but Chu Zihang's skin was surrounded by a thin layer of white steam.

His room was very large, much larger than Lu Mingfei's and Caesar's rooms, and there was a huge terrace outside the room, so he had time to practice swordsmanship.

Chu Zihang slowly stretched his whole body, as if he was about to pick up something, and the leopard-like muscles rippled under Chu Zihang's skin.

Every time Murasame swings, he can always use the greatest force to cut the shortest arc, so that the speed of his knife can become faster and faster, and finally exceed the sound, exceed the moment, or even exceed...

Time zero.

There are probably only three people in Kassel Academy who can surpass Chu Zihang in bloodline: Hilbert Jean Ange, known as the tyrant, Mentor Flamel who has mastered the ultimate secret of alchemy since the fourteenth century, and Lu Mingfei, who can even pull out almost every sword of the Seven Deadly Sins just by relying on his own bloodline.

Even Caesar, who was once regarded as an old enemy, and Fingel, the ace of Kassel Academy many years ago, could not defeat Chu Zihang in terms of blood.

Such excellent bloodline made Chu Zihang stronger and stronger. His sword swing speed became faster and faster, and he could only see a series of phantoms. The enemy standing in front of him will first see the sky spinning, and then hear the sound of a knife piercing the air. Because the blade has left the sound far behind, and the village rain has wiped your throat, you only hear the clang of the steel knife being unsheathed and the roar of the wind being torn apart.

Even Chu Zihang couldn't maintain such high-intensity training for a long time. Every time he practiced the sword, his blood would almost boil, and his body temperature would be so high that white steam would immediately rise when cold water was poured on him.

He seemed to be a very powerful person, but in fact Chu Zihang only felt a sense of security when he held the handle of the knife wrapped in mackerel skin.

This sense of security may come from someone who has also held the knife.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and Susie, who had neatly put on her pajamas and nightgown and bound her long black hair with a hairband, walked out of it.

There were drops of water hanging on the ends of the girl's hair, and her body was also moist. Her skin showed a bright red color from the jade-like white. She hugged her slender lotus-like arms, tilted her head and leaned against the door frame to look at Chu Zi. sail.

"These few days are a special period for you, so you should keep warm." Chu Zihang said, "Long-term exposure to cold stimulation will affect the amount of menstrual blood, which will eventually lead to dysmenorrhea, dizziness, headaches and lack of energy. Finally, it will also cause menstruation. Not tuned."

Susie touched her face, a little embarrassed, and hummed like a mosquito.

"Long-term and frequent menstrual irregularities may mean loss of fertility." Chu Zihang hesitated for a moment, took off the large book on his head and placed it on top of a pile of textbooks on the small table next to him. He walked to the window and closed it. , and then close the window screen.

"I guess your physiological reserve for girls is still in the physiology class in high school." Susie stuck out her tongue and raised her slender sword-like eyebrows, but they didn't look sharp, but rather cute.

"There is a significant gap between the physical characteristics of mixed-race species and those of ordinary people. In a sense, we can no longer even be called the same species... Other girls can easily develop chocolate cysts in the womb. Growing something is unimaginable to us.”

Chu Zihang's expression was a little embarrassed, he could only sit on the edge of the bed and lowered his head to look at Su Qian's fleshy calves and those two beautiful feet wearing crystal sandals.

A glistening big toe curled up playfully, as if giving Chu Zihang a thumbs up. Chu Zihang's mouth twitched and he silently looked away.

Su Qian came and sat down next to Chu Zihang. She took off her hairband, and her waterfall-like long hair hung down, half covering her soft and delicate face.

Compared to Nono, Susie looks more like a college student with some teeth. Sometimes she is a bit of a middle school student. She likes to read some Japanese comics that Chu Zihang finds incomprehensible, such as Doraemon and Digimon. Chu Zihang is still okay. It's understandable, after all, who wouldn't look forward to owning a Digimon Mechacat that can pull fire-breathing monsters out of his pocket?

But "Gintama" is still too advanced for Chu Zihang, a rather conservative embryo-killer who is no different from a medieval ascetic in the eyes of the aristocratic gentlemen of the student union.

"I'm wondering why the college doesn't ask Professor Schneider to send more experienced specialists to carry out tomorrow's dive mission. The executive department has absorbed many outstanding hybrids over the years. The people who join this organization are not just Cassel College. Graduate." Susie wrinkled her delicate nose. She bought her pajamas and nightgown with Nono, and at the strong request of the little witch, she bought the waist-cinching kind. Susie was originally the kind of delicate and timid Chinese girl. Her slender and tall waist and overlapping slender legs made her whole body seem to be covered with a layer of light.

"The only experimental samples of the Nibelungen Plan are me and Caesar. The Jiyuan Plan is of course important, but it is also not a trivial matter to let the funding school board understand that their money is spent wisely." Chu Zihang said.

Su Qian skillfully sat sideways and put her pair of plain white calves on Chu Zihang's thighs. Chu Zihang naturally began to unblock her bones and knead her muscles.

The girl's bones and flesh were tight, slender, condensed, without a trace of fat, and her skin was as smooth as mutton-fat white jade. When she was being kneaded by Chu Zihang, it seemed like she was being held and played with by this guy.

The swordsman girl, who had already fallen in love with the gentleness, blinked her eyes and hummed softly, with a warm fragrance that slightly permeated Chu Zihang's body. However, Chu Zihang looked at her nose and his heart, and seemed to have no interest in this beautiful woman lying in bed.

"Caesar said he must complete this mission. He has his reasons for doing so, but he doesn't trust other people, so he hopes I can go with him." Chu Zihang hesitated and said softly.

He didn't say a word. The real elites in the execution department were a group of people called "Beheaders". The authority level of those people was pseudo-S. The so-called pseudo-S meant that it was higher than A but lower than S. Every beheader is an elite who has experienced hundreds of battles and has an excellent bloodline.

But no beheader's lineage could surpass him and Caesar, except those on the gray list. But the guys on the gray list are all performing top-secret missions. Even Angers can't contact these people. They have almost left the execution department and cannot participate in this mission.

Susie was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Then what do you want to eat when you come back? I'll buy it and make it myself. The Japanese taste is still not to your liking, right? Although you always seem to have a good time eating with Lu Mingfei and the others."

"Yes. Because junior brother said that I should learn to communicate with others and become friends with my companions." Chu Zihang raised his head and glanced at Su Qian. Su Qian's breathing became heavier because of Chu Zihang's golden eyes. Even when he doesn't deliberately release his mental pressure, he still looks like some kind of cold-blooded reptile looking at the world through those eyes.

After rubbing his calves, Chu Zihang took down a huge towel from the shelf of Sakuragi next to him, and carefully wiped Susie's hair.

Shaking shadows fell on Su Qian and Chu Zihang, and both of them could not see clearly in the dim light.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun had almost completely disappeared, and the heating system in the room made a low hum. In addition, there was only the rustling sound of Chu Zihang wiping Su Qian's hair.

The shadow that fell on them was Susie's long skirt. It was not the miniskirt that Japanese girls like to wear even on snowy days, but an antique skirt that was a bit solemn but restrained just because of its style.

A black horse-faced skirt with Chinese-style embroidery on the hem was hung on a hanger next to the floor-to-ceiling window. The hem of the skirt was lifted by the weak warm current from the heating system. Under the skirt was Chu Zihang's tennis bag, which was placed against the wall. It was hidden inside. Looking at his Murasame.

Compared with the changeable and exaggerated aesthetics and tastes of many girls at Kassel College, Susie has her own understanding of the words "popular" and "fashionable". In the eyes of the kendo girl, whatever her family Zihang likes is popular, and whatever Zihang thinks looks good is fashionable.

According to international standards, Master Chu's taste in girls' clothing is probably several versions behind Caesar's.

The style of horse-faced skirt and woolen coat completely hit Chu Zihang's aesthetics, so this is what Susie wore when she went shopping with her boyfriend in the past two days. She turned heads very much when walking on the street.

"If it's just me, I actually like to eat whatever you make." Chu Zihang said slowly. Susie raised her head to look into his eyes, and he also lowered his head to look into Susie's eyes.

The corners of the girl's mouth curled up slightly. She reached out to touch Chu Zihang's wet hair, and used the corner of the big towel to wipe Chu Zihang's hair.