Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

"what name?"

"Agata." Ling supported himself on Lu Mingfei's chest and sat up, just pressing the handle of lust under his body so that he could not move. The man suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his breathing was heavy like some kind of wild beast roaring.

Her Royal Highness let out a sweet hum from her nose and whispered, "On Christmas Eve in 1991, when Zero and I escaped from Black Swan Harbor, the port was falling apart bit by bit due to the effect of engineering explosives. The raging fire burned everything around us. There was steam and flames everywhere. I was only wearing a thin nightgown... Under that circumstance, even if we took him away, we would have frozen to death in the vast Siberia. But a pair of sled dogs found us. The female dog named Agatha rushed into the fire with her children and led us all the way south."

"Another dead ghost. Could it be that this shelter is actually hell?" Lu Mingfei tried hard to control the heart that was beating like a drum in his chest, but the girl's most secret tenderness made it difficult for him to concentrate.

Like Jörmungandr, the princesses from the Moscow Ice and Snow Empire were also born with a pure constitution, and the White Tiger, one of the Four Symbols Western gods, bestowed upon them coveted blessings.

"It's been so long that I can't remember the details of Agatha, but the way it looked at me was as if it knew me..." Ling's voice trembled as he spoke. In the hazy white light of the sky, his collarbone and wrist bones were as slender as if they were sculptures from ice and jade. Every inch of his skin seemed like the most precious work of art.

It seemed to have been snowing above the shelter. Since entering Nibelungen, the sky has always been hazy, and even the boundary between day and night has become so blurred.

Lu Mingfei seemed to be lost in thought. The hot and humid feeling was so addictive that he could not stop. After a moment, he finally let out a long breath.

"You started again?" Ling opened his eyes a little wider, his face full of innocence and a little aggrieved.

"It's over." Lu Mingfei was disappointed.

Her Royal Highness the Princess snorted and frowned, then sat on this guy and refused to get up.

"Sit with me for a while," she said.

Lu Mingfei snorted, "I'll wipe it, I'll wipe it."

"Don't wipe it." Ling rolled his eyes and stopped the man from moving. He calmed down and felt the sudden burning sensation on his thigh skin before organizing his words and saying, "What should I do next?"

"After undergoing the bloodline refining transformation and alchemical matrix engraving transformation at the academy, Brother is now equivalent to a super humanoid self-propelled mountain artillery equipped with a super-powerful nitrogen acceleration system. Chrisjia's ability is even more extreme than your mirror pupil. She can recite all the words below serial number 100, including Time Zero, Commandments and King Flame. In addition, Sister Su Xi has received even more rigorous training than Chu Zihang in preparation for joining the Beheader after graduation. This team is probably enough to break into the Genji Heavy Industries guarded by Genji Zhisheng." Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand to play with the jade-carved distant mountain ornament in front of him.

"They still think I'm being kept in the dark. This is the advantage of information asymmetry. Judging from the committee's behavior during this period, their purpose is either to attack me or to use me to kill Lu Mingze. We can take advantage of their strategy."

"Potato chips said that men have to be the head of the family. You are a man and you have the final say." Ling narrowed his eyes, approving of Lu Mingfei's techniques and massage skills. Her graceful waistline was faintly visible on her flat belly.

Lu Mingfei was silent for a moment and then grinned.

Xia Mi's body is being hatched in the Nibelungen he carries with him. Su Enxi has made a great contribution to obtaining the Black King's bone blood.

This girl should be on her way to Siberia now, but I don’t know if she can make it to the last moment.

"I have the White King's genes in my body. Psychic words have no effect on me. The drugs used on me can be controlled and isolated by the words the moment they enter my body." Lu Mingfei said.

His body is simultaneously inhabited by Xia Mi's spirit and Eva's spirit. Two Dragon King-level spirits can easily avoid the committee's surveillance and do this.

As for the instruments used to monitor Lu Mingfei's vital signs, they can also be deceived using a similar method.

Thinking of Eva, Lu Mingfei's face turned pale.

The senior said that when she was temporarily living in Lu Mingfei's body, she couldn't share this guy's vision like Xia Mi, but who knows whether she was telling the truth or not.

It's possible that those exciting sexual encounters were just a pastime for Xia Mi and Senior Eva...

"When I pretended to cooperate with the committee and undergo hypnosis to enter a dream to kill Lu Mingze, you took the opportunity to hack into the safe haven's operating system, sneak into the final sanctuary and destroy the alchemical matrix that imprisoned Lu Mingze." Lu Mingfei didn't trust anything in this shelter, even though his mother treated him very well and his father was not much different from what he remembered.

They all said that the little devil was a parasitic dragon king who wanted to replace Lu Mingfei's spirit and will and live in this world as him, but he didn't believe it.

He used to be a useless person who couldn't do anything. How could the devil who ruled the world be willing to share a body with a useless person? There were so many better guys in this world waiting for the devil to choose. Why did he choose a fool like him who was so unlucky and cowardly?

There is nothing wrong with Lu Mingfei's brain. He doesn't tell who is good to him and who is not, but he remembers it all.

Ling held a finger in his mouth and raised his eyebrows slightly as if in deep thought. His two slender legs came together and Lu Mingfei let out a hissing sound.

"Why didn't I make you die of pleasure?" The junior sister gritted her teeth. The transparent girl who suddenly appeared didn't scare Lu Mingfei, and Ling couldn't see her either.

Even in this ghostly state, Xia Mi's cheeks were still slightly red, her delicate nose was wrinkled, and she stared at Lu Mingfei with her hands on her hips, without him having time to retract his expression.

"What about Alexander Bunin?" Zero asked.

"He is just an ordinary person, not even an ordinary person. He is just a clone who will not live for a few years due to organ failure. Even if the safe haven is a conspiracy of a certain Dragon King, he will not focus on such a person." Lu Mingfei said.

Of course, they still couldn't be completely sure that the current Nibelungen was a trap set for them by some existence, so they had to confirm it next.

The reason why some people gather ghosts together is not out of kindness to create a paradise for the dead to live in peace and contentment. The purpose of awakening them is just to realize a greater ideal.

But if all the people gathered here are dead, then what about Qiao Weini and Lu Lincheng?

Lu Mingfei didn't dare to think about it any further.

He pushed the girl on him, and the princess purred like a kitten.

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Chu Zihang's room is on another floor of the same Su-style building.

He is honing his knife skills.

Years of daily training had imprinted this habit deeply into his genes. Even though he knew today that Chu Tianjiao was brought out of the Nibelung by Lu Mingfei, he no longer needed to insist on launching a desperate charge against God as he did in the past.

When Chu Zihang swung the knife, two hard peaks protruded from his shoulder blades as if they were forged from steel, and his tendons stretched out ridges under his skin. The trajectory of the strike rolled from the trapezius muscle all the way to the lumbar sacrum, and sweat accumulated into tiny puddles in the depressions of the spine.

The edge of Murasame's blade glowed with a faint cold light, and every chopped blow stretched out the latissimus dorsi muscles in a fan shape, just like releasing the bowstring of a fully drawn bow.

When Chu Zihang started to exercise, he tried to recite the words of the Spirit of Time, and that incredible, miraculous feeling of sluggishness came over his body again.

This means that Fujiwara Nobunosuke, who had part of his brain tissue removed and can only live in a coffin relying on nutrient solution forever, is still lingering on under the careful care of the Yagi Hachika family.

The academy's Ladon Project was still effective on this man's body. When he recited the Words, the alchemical matrix hidden under the skin on his back emerged and burst into a golden glow. Fujiwara Nobunosuke, who was far away in Tokyo, began to recite at the same time. Ultimately, the effect of the Words was exerted on Chu Zihang himself through this alchemical matrix.

This is an innovation that the Night Watch is proud of. Relying on this plan, he can even create a group of super hybrids who can possess multiple words at the same time.

Susie was wearing a thin cotton nightgown, her slender calves showing from under the hem. She was leaning against the door frame, chewing an apple, and watching Chu Zihang's practice quietly.

In fact, she couldn't see anything.

After undergoing the Nibelungen Project, Chu Zihang's bloodline had already been greatly improved, and his physical fitness was raised to the S-level. In addition, the effect of time zero took effect on him. Every time he swung his sword, it looked like an illusion with frames dropped on the TV screen to Susie.

Chu Zihang stepped forward with his sword, his movements moving forward and backward in an orderly manner like a dance, but the whistling sound of the air being cut made Susie realize that the man was using all his strength in every strike.

After a moment, he changed to the Eight-Phase Stance. His biceps suddenly tightened, and the blade slashed diagonally from his right shoulder to his left hip. The whistling sound of the air being torn apart mixed with the sound of the snowstorm outside the window.

The moment the sweat beads on his forehead rolled down into his clavicle, Chu Zihang's jaw line tightened another three points.

Ange had taught him the key to controlling his breathing rhythm. The force of his teeth clenching made Chu Zihang's temporalis muscle bulge at his temple.

He had been exercising for almost half an hour, and the muscles all over his body were beginning to twitch uncontrollably.

Chu Zihang then used his thumb to press down on the guard of the knife to adjust his center of gravity. The extensor muscles of his forearm twisted out a steel wire-like arc under his skin. The hazy light from the sky shone on his face through the window. The shadow cast by his brow arch just covered his pupil, and only his Adam's apple rolled up and down with the swallowing movement.

"That's amazing! Now Caesar is no match for you, right?" Susie applauded.

"We don't consider each other as enemies. Our enemies are someone else." Chu Zihang took a deep breath, reached out to take the towel handed to him by the girl and wiped the sweat beads on his hair.

At this time, there was a knock on the door. The two looked at each other. Su Si picked up the coat on the bed and walked into the bathroom. Chu Zihang put on the sweatshirt on his head and walked to open the door.

The old man, looking a little reserved, wrapped himself tightly in his coat and waited in the corridor.

It's Bunin.

Before Chu Zihang opened the door, he was looking around as if he was worried that his whereabouts would be discovered. Seeing the young man appear in front of him, Bunin breathed a sigh of relief and broke into Chu Zihang's room without saying a word.

Chu Zihang frowned, closed the door, and followed Buning back.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Hurry up, we have to leave here immediately!" Bunin took off his bear-skin hat. Chu Zihang was shocked. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked so old that he was about to die in just one night.

"The princess's male companion, Lu Mingfei, and his parents..." Bunin's voice was hoarse, like a drowning person crying for help.

"They're already dead!"