Dragon Clan: I can randomly draw a word spirit

"It was indeed Chu Zihang who did it, but the reason why it was so powerful was because our lovely freshman classmate helped a little."

Angé was stunned and looked in the rearview mirror at Xia Mi, who had been well-behaved and silent since getting in the car. At this time, the beautiful girl's face was full of surprise.

Yuan Zhinu ignored Xia Mi's sharp gaze that was like a knife, and her tone remained calm, without any emotional ups and downs:

"Her spirit is the Eye of the Wind King. The Eye of the Wind King combined with the King's Flame creates a terrifying effect. When I arrived, I saw a flaming tornado dozens of meters high."

Angé was even more surprised and asked Xia Mi: "Is what she said true? Is your Word Spirit the Eye of the Wind King?"

Xia Mi smiled and nodded, but if you look closely you will find that her smile is somewhat distorted. If it weren't for the presence of Angé, she would have pounced on Yuan Zhinv and grabbed her collar and questioned her loudly.

As expected, humans are lowly creatures, and what they say is as good as fart. They clearly said that they would help her keep a low profile and hide their identities, and they also promised to stay away from Chu Zihang, but in the end, no one kept their promise. It's too outrageous!

"I remember your bloodline rating is 'A'. You are indeed an excellent classmate." Angers sighed: "By the way, what is your name?"

Xia Mi gritted her teeth and smiled: "Thank you for the compliment, principal. My name is Xia Mi, a freshman this year, from China."

……

Chu Zihang was taken away by Angkor, and the black Maserati sped away, leaving only the two girls standing there.

On the empty terrace, Gen Chinu turned around and prepared to leave, but a white figure blocked her way.

Xia Mi gritted her teeth and asked a series of questions: "Didn't you promise to stay away from Chu Zihang? Also, what do you mean by telling me about you in front of Angers? Didn't you promise to keep my identity a secret?"

"How can you go back on your words like this? Haven't we cleared up the unpleasantness between us before? What on earth do you want to do?"

"You told me to stay away from Chu Zihang, but didn't he get close to me this time?" Yuan Zhinu spread her hands, looking indifferent: "As for your identity... I didn't say you are the king of the earth and the mountains, did I?"

Xia Mi showed an expression of disbelief, her beautiful eyes were full of anger, and the bright gold in her pupils flickered as if there was fire burning: "You are playing tricks on me? How dare you play tricks on me? Who gave you the courage?"

At this moment, she once again revealed the arrogance and majesty of the Dragon King. The so-called eccentric Xia Mi was nothing more than a human skin worn by Jörmungandr. In her bones, she was still the almighty monarch.

The repeated concessions were just a fear of trouble, but which Dragon King would really be afraid of a lowly human? Even if this human's bloodline had reached the peak of the next generation, so what?

In the strictly hierarchical dragon clan, the monarch is the supreme being who stands above all others.

But just when Xia Mi was angry and wanted to teach this human a lesson, the girl suddenly raised her hand, and a hint of cold light flashed across it.

Xia Mi realized something was wrong, but the distance between them was too close for her to dodge. Her last move was to twist her body forcefully.

A folding knife pierced Xia Mi's chest, and the blade was the same blood red as the Philosopher's Stone.

Ange's personal weapon is made from the fragments of the Atkan longsword of Menek Cassel, the first generation leader of the Lionheart Society. It is also a dangerous and poisonous weapon for dragons.

The knife, which should have pierced her heart directly, deviated a little because of Xia Mi's struggle, but it was still enough to seriously injure her.

Xia Mi, or Jörmungandr, screamed as if thrown into a boiling sulfur spring in hell, and twitched violently, with blood vessels swelled and protruding from the surface.

Yuan Zhinv looked expressionlessly at the angelic girl whose face twisted into a hideous devil, and her originally dark eyes also glowed with a fiery golden color.

"Clear it up? Who cleared it up with you?"

A layer of pale scales appeared on the slender arms. Yuan Zhinu exerted force with her wrist and slashed the folding knife across Xia Mi's chest, crushing all the organs inside into blood.

There was no human emotion in her golden pupils, and her voice was as cold as poisoned ice, hard and deadly.

"I'm telling you, this is the only way to make things clear."

"Dragon King? Is that so great?"

Yuan Zhinv sneered and pulled out her folding knife. Hot blood splashed out instantly, and a few drops fell on her pale face, as if the red flower of hell was blooming passionately.

She spoke each word slowly and methodically: "I killed the Dragon King."

Chapter 190: Confident

On the lonely platform, the girl in a white dress slowly backed away, blood soaking her white dress.

The bright red blood against the fair skin, these two conflicting colors blend subtly together, reminding people of the tapestry-like rose fields in the Bulgarian valleys.

Xia Mi held her chest tightly to prevent all the blood from gushing out in an instant, but her pair of golden eyes were full of doubts at this moment.

"Why?" she asked softly, as if she had encountered some puzzle.

She had been learning to play the role of a human for a long time and thought she knew this race very well, but the guy in front of her did things that she didn't expect one after another.

"Why?" Yuan Zhinv chewed on these three words and suddenly smiled, her smile was sarcastic and mocking: "Is it necessary to ask why?"

"Aren't you the Dragon King? Don't you understand?"

Xia Mi was stunned for a moment, then she smiled.

She realized that something was wrong. Even though she knew that the bloodline of the person in front of her had reached the level of pure-blooded dragon, she still subconsciously treated her as a human.

The dragon race is bloodthirsty and brutal in nature. They will never let go of any grievance, even if they know it will cost them a huge price.

Because to them, hatred is more important than anything else.

only……

"Aren't you afraid that I will attack your family and friends?" Xia Mi tilted her head: "They are your weak points, right? I can't kill you, but they are nothing but ants to me."

"And Norton won't protect those lowly humans for you."

"You can try." Yuan Zhinv smiled: "If they die, no matter where you take your brother, I will not let you go."

"Norton would be happy to see us both lose, right? Oh, yes, Odin and Leviathan would be happy to see it too."

"Even if you eat your brother and become Hela, the fusion will take time, right? Do you think your other brothers and sisters would be willing to see you become Hela? Yes, you are the Dragon King and you are very powerful, but you are not the only Dragon King."

"Is this a threat?"

"No, it's a notification."

The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point. The two people stared at each other for a long time, and each other's figure was reflected in their two equally blazing and brilliant golden eyes. No one was willing to bow their heads, and they were both equally proud.

This game was unfair from the beginning. Xia Mi possessed abilities far superior to Yuan Zhinu's. If she didn't take into account the fact that Yan Ling was fighting with all his might, Yuan Zhinu knew that she had no chance of winning, not to mention that she also had the weakness of the Sheqi Eight Families.

so what?

Yuan Zhisheng was right. Rather than living and being a burden to her, they would rather die than let Yuan Zhinu risk her life to protect them and then live in regret for the rest of their lives.

That would be too painful, it would be better to just die.

When Yuan Zhinv heard those words, she was silent for a long time. She finally chose to respect. The Eight Snake Families were still her Achilles' heel, but no longer her weak spot.

If Gennoshiro, Eri, Uesugikoshi, Sakurai and Kogure were all dead, Gennoshiro would bury them together, and then leave a place for them with a glass of strong liquor, waiting for her to take revenge and go to the underworld together.

This is when you are completely free of worries.

Uesugi Yue told her to let go and do whatever she wanted, and she agreed and did so.

She was already fearless, but what about Xia Mi? She was obviously not ready to give everything, so the one who had the advantage in the game would always be the one who was reckless.

The young girl was fearless.

"Dragon kings are indeed arrogant creatures. You probably didn't expect that an ant like me would dare to attack you, right?"

"What a pity." She looked at Xia Mi, restrained her smile and had a blank expression: "Such a good opportunity, but you didn't kill him with one strike."

"Yeah." Xia Mi actually nodded, looking a little emotional: "This is probably the last time I'll be careless in front of you."

"I admit that I underestimated you before, but I won't do that again."

"Is there a future?" Yuan Zhinv tilted her head and drew out a scarlet long knife with her backhand: "I have already taken action, so why would I let you go so easily?"

"Girl, you still underestimate the Dragon King." Xia Mi raised the corners of her mouth, and the golden pupils in her eyes shone like fire.

She was badly injured, but after the folding knife was removed, she looked unaffected, except that her face turned a little pale.

"Didn't Norton tell you about the Dragon King's recovery ability?"

She stood up, and her horrific and hideous wounds healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, a speed no less than that of the source girl who opened the Yaqi.

Yuan Zhinv said nothing, but exerted force with her calves, and the scarlet long sword in her hand suddenly grew larger and chopped fiercely at the white figure.

The realm of sin and punishment opened up instantly. In the dazzling scarlet light, one could faintly hear the roar of a dragon. In the burning flames, one could vaguely see the distorted faces of countless screaming and wailing undead.

Those were all people who had died under this knife. This knife was the pinnacle of alchemical craftsmanship, relying on killing and bloodthirstiness to strengthen itself. Since following the source girl, countless people and Deadpool had died under the knife.

As a result, the sword became stronger and stronger. It relied on imprisoning and burning the undead to burst out power. Norton did not change this characteristic when he integrated the seven deadly sins.

In the past, when Yuan Zhinu held this knife tightly, she only felt heat and coldness. The heat was the temperature of the flame, and the coldness was the resentment of those dead souls.

But now, she felt that what she was holding tightly was not a knife, but a roaring dragon. Under the dragon's feet were countless dead souls, as if it was stepping on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood and howling to the sky.

The moment she jumped out, pale scales quickly covered her entire body, snapping together one by one like armor, making metallic sounds.

At the same time, her blood began to boil and burn, and a strange golden-red symbol appeared on her pale forehead. The moment the symbol appeared, Yuan Zhinu's momentum rose sharply, and at that moment it was no less powerful than Xia Mi after she turned into a dragon.

Not all first-generation species are Dragon Kings. Dragon Kings are first-generation species that have authority. And among first-generation species, there are also high and low. Yuan Zhinv doesn't know how far she has come at this moment.

But Norton only said that neither Jörmungandr nor Leviathan could kill her unless they gave birth to a huge dragon body, and her recovery ability was also amazing.

And since the decision has been made to take action, Yuan Zhinu will not give Xia Mi time to recover. Only her death can truly eradicate the roots of the problem.

But Xia Mi just smiled. She had been laughing since Yuan Zhinu's unexpected attack, as if she was mocking Yuan Zhinu's unawareness of her own abilities, or as if she was mocking her own arrogance and underestimation of the enemy.

I don’t know if it was because of the injury or if she had other considerations, but the girl didn’t seem to have any intention of fighting.

Even though Yuan Zhinv had already rushed forward with a sword in her hand, she just watched indifferently. When the scarlet demon sword was about to touch her, Xia Mi stomped her feet casually.

The flat ground suddenly cracked, and a giant snake made entirely of rock crawled out of the crack and appeared between Xia Mi and Yuan Zhinv.

Yuan Zhinv smashed the rock with her backhand without blinking, but the injured girl in white disappeared under the dust.

At the same time, the whole world was shaking.

……

The sun gradually set. Lu Mingfei sat cross-legged on the bunk bed, staring at the sunset outside the window in a daze.

He was assigned to a dormitory, and his roommate was the useless senior brother Finkel whom he met at the train station.

"Are you okay?" Finkel asked him, "You look a bit like your wife is dead, but brother wake up, you don't have a wife."

"You don't know what happened today." Lu Mingfei sighed.

"I know that your heroic deeds are known throughout the campus. You were on the campus news network today, and the headline was quite explosive." Finkel showed the notebook to Lu Mingfei.

"Whose crown will the day of freedom belong to? Who shot Caesar in the face when the dust settled?"

Below is a large photo of Lu Mingfei, with his student ID, dormitory number and all his information.