Dragon Clan: I can randomly draw a word spirit

"Oh, don't worry about it." Yuan Zhinv said calmly: "Let's evacuate our people, our Lord Norton will handle it himself."

Uesugi Yue's voice was a little hesitant: "This, isn't good?"

"What's wrong with that?" Yuan Zhinu said nonchalantly, "Can't the great Dragon King handle such a small matter? Then why should I keep him? I'd rather keep a dog than give him such a big palace."

Uesugi Yue was sweating profusely: "That's not what I meant..."

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but his voice was interrupted by a huge explosion from Genjiro's side.

The horrific fire wave destroyed the entire base in an instant, but Yuan Zhinv was too lazy to even look back.

Uesugi Yue on the other end of the phone was obviously startled and kept asking, "What's wrong? What happened? Are you okay, little girl?"

Yuan Zhinv said casually: "It's okay, I blew up a garbage dump."

Uesugi Yue, who was far away in Japan, recalled the scene where the girl casually stuffed the captured hostage into the suitcase, and then told him calmly that she was going to throw away the trash. He instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

He simply didn't dare to think about what this garbage dump represented, but he didn't dare to say anything more, so he could only advise earnestly: "Little girl, you have been too much in the limelight recently. I don't know how many people are watching you. Why don't you keep a low profile!"

When Yuan Zhinv heard this, she was very confused: "Am I not studying at Kassel College?"

Uesugoshi was stunned.

"What does someone doing evil all over the world have to do with me, Kazama Ruri? I have always been studying hard in the academy, and all my classmates can testify to that."

"Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. Dad, please send me all the known bases of the organizations that have infiltrated Japan, and I will visit them one by one."

"There's an old Chinese saying, 'reciprocity is the best policy.'"

Chapter 162: Jemengad

Japan, Gokurakukan.

Fish-like black shadows swam inside stainless steel pipes. These pipes, several meters in diameter, are distributed under every building in Japan to drain floodwaters. During the cherry blossom season, a layer of light pink petals will even float on the water, like a sea of ​​flowers.

In the underground pipes under the Paradise Pavilion, there are hard alloy nets for protection every few hundred meters. No human can sneak in here quietly, but these were easily torn apart.

The black shadow turned over and used the suction cups on his knees to stick to the smooth inner wall. The domain was released and transparent ripples radiated out.

The water flow stopped instantly, and the field solidified and sealed the water. The black shadow clenched his fist and punched the pipe wall, shattering the water, the pipe wall and the rock outside.

It was like an old boxer using a unique martial art like the "Big Stone-Opening Hand". The water resumed flowing, and the black shadow was "squeezed" out by the huge water pressure.

He swam gently, and his sound echoed in the huge dark space.

The Palace of Bliss was originally a palace that the king built for Minamoto no Chinu. He believed that a dragon king like Minamoto no Chinu should live in a palace, so it was built extremely luxuriously, with gold and splendor everywhere. Even the basement was made of the most expensive materials.

Later, this place became a gathering place for the ghosts and also the largest gambling city in Japan. There were many luxury cars here, and the wealthy dragged boxes of money in and took them out, just to realize the unspeakable dark wishes in their hearts, providing a steady stream of funds for the ghosts.

However, after the merger of the Demon Clan and the Eight Snake Families, although this place continued to be controlled by Sakurai Kogure, those dark wishes that could not see the light of day could no longer be realized, and this place became an ordinary casino.

Later, Constantine was hidden in the basement, and then Old Tang woke up and became Norton, and this palace was given to Norton by Yuan Zhinv as a gift.

Although the Paradise Pavilion could not compare to Norton's bronze city built with top alchemical technology, its luxury and splendor was in no way inferior to his status as the Dragon King, so Norton did not refuse.

The shadow crept in silently, polished a burning stick, and illuminated the surroundings.

Unexpectedly, there was no one here. Under the bright light of the burning stick, there were only empty buildings.

The black shadow seemed a little confused. He walked towards the inside of the building, but along the way, he did not encounter any obstacles at all. Not to mention people, there was not even a ghost.

This was very strange, because someone had been targeting him since he entered Japan. Although all the pursuit and blockade seemed like child's play in his eyes, these humans were indeed smart.

But after arriving here, everyone seemed to have received some news and retreated like the tide.

It was as if there was something horrible hidden here, making those people afraid to get close.

But the shadow didn't seem to care about that.

From the moment he entered Japan, he went straight here with a clear goal because he felt an unusual feeling here.

He had a vague guess in his mind, and this guess was completely confirmed when he saw the brass jar floating in the air.

The room was dim, the basement was dim, and it seemed as if the whole world was dim. The only light was the gentle rays shining on the brass pot, like a night light specially reserved for children who were afraid of the dark.

The brass jar was quietly suspended in the air, like a sleeping child. The shadow slowly walked over and gently stroked the surface of the jar with his hand: "So you are really here, Constantine."

"We meet again. I still remember the covenant we made with blood. I vowed to fight alongside you until the blood ran out. However, when I saw you again, you were already asleep."

"Yes, long time no see, sister." Someone spoke softly, the voice was so light, like plucking a dusty xylophone.

The black shadow turned his head and saw another black shadow standing in the darkness not far away. It was a thin man wearing a white robe, with black hair scattered and covering his face.

Looking at the man, the shadow paused for a moment, and after a moment he called out his name: "Norton."

The man raised his head, revealing a pair of calm but bright golden eyes. He also spoke, enunciating each word: "Jörmungandr."

……

Outside a mixed-race stronghold in North America, Yuan Zhinv sat in an inconspicuous corner, holding a bottle of vodka and drinking it slowly.

Her cell phone was in front of her, and her contact "Elephant Turtle" was sending her message after message.

Tortoise: How is your injury?

Elephant Tortoise: I heard from my dad that you are blowing up buildings everywhere. Isn’t that too high-profile?

Turtle: Did you know that the principal went to investigate? The principal should have returned to the college a long time ago, but because you made such a big fuss, the principal went to investigate.

Tortoise: You have to be careful not to meet the principal. He may recognize you.

Tortoise: Also, everyone is worried about you.

Of course Genjitsu knew that Ange had come to investigate. After all, how could that guy not come when the seven deadly sins were lost?

Precisely because she knew he would definitely come, Yuan Zhinu's goals were completely random and unplanned, making it impossible to figure out what she was thinking.

She never left anyone alive, and in the end she would blow the scene up beyond recognition without leaving any trace, so that no one could find out what was wrong, not even Angers.

The only clue that was left behind was Jude Mai, who was thrown in by the first explosion.

Yuan Zhinu didn't know whether the girl was dead or not, but with the little devil's ability, it shouldn't be that easy for her to die, so Yuan Zhinu timed it to ensure that if she could survive, she would just happen to run into the hybrids who came to support her.

At this point, she had passed the buck and was able to completely let go. In just one month, she had almost destroyed all the North American hybrids' open bases, causing countless casualties.

She heard that the leader of these people seemed to be called Han Gao, and she wanted to visit him very much, but unfortunately, the old guy didn't seem to be very hospitable. He hid away quietly and seemed not to want to meet her at all. Yuan Zhinv was also helpless.

At this time, the incident had been defined by the United States as a terrorist attack by a certain terrorist organization. It was repeatedly reported in the news and even caused a certain amount of panic.

No matter human society or hybrids, all eyes are focused here at this moment. Hybrids are guessing who is the person behind the only clue, Mai Jiude, and what is the mysterious organization she works for.

But these have nothing to do with Yuan Zhinv, after all, everyone knows that she is now studying at Kassel College.

After typing a few perfunctory words to Yuan Zhisheng, Yuan Zhinu skillfully opened the Kassel College campus network and logged into the Night Watchman discussion area.

Then at a glance, they were all photos of "myself".

With the help of a paparazzi king who wishes to remain anonymous, a separate thread was opened for "The Daily Life of "S-Class Students", where various secretly taken photos are uploaded every day for everyone to refer to for the differences between the daily life of S-class students and that of ordinary students.

So, here Yuan Zhinu appreciated the photos of "herself" attending classes seriously, the photos of "herself" strolling around the campus with the support of Nono as her leg was finally healed, and the photos of her frowning as she looked at pork elbow in the college cafeteria, etc.

There are even people taking photos of people staring out the window on rainy days, with all kinds of close-ups. The melancholy and artistic style almost overflows from the photos, and the people who uploaded the photos even gave them such confusing titles as "A sea of ​​sadness hidden in my eyes".

Of course the most outrageous thing is that even a photo of someone handing over a love letter was taken. The "girl" in the photo had a frown on her face, as if facing a formidable enemy, and her expression was so weird that it looked like she was about to beat up the confessor in the next second. Even Yuan Zhinv couldn't help but cover her face when she saw it.

This post was very popular, with countless new comments every day. Everyone seemed to be very gossipy about the daily life of S-level, which made Yuan Zhinv feel like they were watching monkeys in a zoo.

Fortunately, it was Yuan Zhisheng who was the monkey, not her, so she was in a good mood to read the gossips of these people and watch them exclaim one after another——

"Even though she was injured, she still loves studying so much. It's true that there is no S-rank without a reason in this world. She looks so pretty when she's serious, with starry eyes.jpg"

"Does anyone feel that Feng Jian Liuli has become much gentler after being injured? In the past, no one dared to hand over a love letter, for fear of angering her and then being stabbed in the head. But now, I suddenly feel that I can do it. The way she stared blankly at the heavy rain made me feel so distressed."

"She has indeed changed a lot, a bit like she was when she first entered school. This is the poor little white flower in my heart, gentle and sweet. She looked at the rain so sadly, was she thinking of the days when she dropped out of school to work in the heavy rain? I feel even more distressed."

"I'm so envious of Nuonuo for being able to be with Liuli every day. Damn it, Caesar, can you please help me take this little witch in? Stop pestering my S-level all day long. It's so annoying!"

"You should tell me clearly which S-rank you are. I won't say anything else. Have you really forgotten how that girl chopped off the dragon's head with a few strikes? Do you think your neck is tougher than that of a pure-blooded dragon? Do you think your little neck is strong enough for someone to chop it off with a few strikes?"

"It's really good-looking, and it's really violent. Chu Zihang is really brave. He quickly pulled people into the Lionheart Club. I heard from my friends in the Lionheart Club that the number of people applying to join the Lionheart Club has greatly increased this year, and they are all aiming for the S-level. The Student Union is in danger!"

……

Looking through these comments, Yuan Zhinu couldn't help but mutter: "I can't believe that useless guy is so popular in school."

Along with this sigh, a huge explosion sounded behind her. Countless people screamed and fled. Smoke and flames filled the air, and the scorching temperature came.

But Yuan Zhinv didn't even bother to look back, as if she was just a passerby who was completely indifferent to this.

But something unexpected happened. All the hybrids who had managed to escape from the building were strangely torn into two when they passed this necessary intersection, and they didn't even have time to scream.

Blood splashed at Yuan Zhinu's feet, but the girl just drank a sip of ice wine and liked the post that said her sister was gentle and sweet.

After all, she is such a gentle and sweet person.

Chapter 163: S-Class, but That's All

The fire was burning fiercely and the fire brigade arrived a long time ago, but to no avail.

The fire was too fierce and burned too fast, so it could not be put out. It was not until the last building was reduced to ashes that the fire slowly died out on its own.

Amid the bleak dust, the white-haired old man raised his head and watched everything quietly.

The orange-red ground illuminated by the fire, and when the sun shone on it, it flowed with a gorgeous color between blood and roses.

"Are you here for the funeral?" A faint greeting sounded behind him, as if it came from an old friend.

The old man stopped and saw a short figure cast on the ground, with a hunched back and leaning on a cane. He looked down at the figure and was silent for a long time.

"You came here just to see me, didn't you? Don't you want to chat?" asked the person behind him.

"In 1899 in Texas, you shot me when my back was turned. Ever since then I've hated you calling me from behind, Henkel, do you still have those alchemical wheels?"

"It's been 100 years, you're not still holding a grudge, are you?"

The man behind me smiled kindly, "You could only delay it for 4 seconds then, but now it's over 10 seconds, right? You can even slow down a flying bullet, so what is there to worry about? Besides, I'm old now, not the 'fast-handed Han Gao' I used to be."

"But your 'holy judgment' is so annoying. I am not sure I can escape your judgment."

"It's modern society now. We no longer rely on alchemical revolvers to speak. Besides, aren't you here to find me? I've already shown up. What are you afraid of?"