Dragon Clan: I can randomly draw a word spirit

"He actually went so far as to personally show up and lure her here? Is he a being that must be eliminated? Do I need to do it?"

Having said that, Jiude Mai touched the sniper rifle on her back.

"The boss hasn't given any orders yet. He should still be observing the strength of this girl. Aren't you also Japanese? How come you don't know this young master?"

"Compared to the noble Snake Family, I am just a commoner."

Jiude Mai sighed, with a hint of self-mockery in her tone: "The young master of the Eight Snake Clan is probably equivalent to the prince in ancient China. I am a commoner in Japan, and I cannot come into contact with these great figures."

"It doesn't matter, long legs. In my mind, you are the most beautiful Japanese woman!" The potato chip girl said righteously: "No young master or prince can compare to you! You are the most powerful and beautiful in Japan!"

Jiude Mai's mouth twitched, and she didn't want to pay much attention to this abstract woman anymore. She raised her head to look at the chaotic battlefield over there, and just with this one glance, she instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

In the short time she was on the phone, the fighting over there had stopped without her noticing! The ground was littered with headless bodies with neat cuts, and the girl who looked like the god of death was nowhere to be found.

It’s hard to imagine what happened to kill so many terrifying Deadpools in such a short period of time, and the people are still missing!

Jiude Mai almost subconsciously raised her hand to watch the video replay to check where the man had gone.

But just as she raised her hand, a body approached her from behind, and slender fingers gently rested on her waist. At the same time, warm breath sprayed on her neck.

Jiude Mai's scalp suddenly felt tingling, and an unspeakable fear suddenly exploded in her heart. Her whole body stiffened and she stood there in a daze.

Jude Mai has received the most rigorous ninjutsu training and is the most outstanding ninja. Her body is also shrouded in the light of words. In such a dim environment, it is as if she has cast an invisibility spell.

Logically speaking, no one could approach her quietly, but now someone was so close to her that she didn't even notice it!

No one knew when that person approached, or perhaps rather than a person, that person was more like a ghost, silent but omnipresent.

When faced with such an evil ghost, a living person probably has no other choice but to surrender, right?

"Girl, are you looking for me?"

The girl's voice sounded casually, and along with the voice, warm breath hit Jiude Mai's earlobe. The ghost-like girl seemed to be talking to her cheek.

Cold sweat instantly soaked her combat uniform, and for a moment Jiude Mai's heart began beating like a drum. But before she could think of a way to escape, another slender hand gently stroked her neck, caressing her snow-white and delicate skin.

Jude Mai was forced to raise her head, like a swan with her neck clamped, her whole body was held in the arms of the black shadow, hugged in an extremely intimate posture.

With the strength that the black shadow had used to kill the samurai, it was not difficult to imagine that as long as she exerted a little force, Jude Mai's waist and neck would be twisted off in an instant, and she would be broken into several pieces like a doll torn apart by violence, and the blood would splatter far away.

The girl on the other end of the phone realized something was wrong instantly, but before she could say anything, the small earphones were crushed. Yuan Zhinv was admiring the beautiful and sexy beauty in her arms, as if she was looking at some exquisite gift.

She sighed softly, her words full of praise: "What a beautiful greeting gift."

"I'm really flattered."

Chapter 108 The Devil Said, Meeting You Is Really Unlucky

When Guderian received the mission notification, he was brushing his teeth with his Mickey Mouse nightcap on.

As an assistant professor, his daily life is actually very simple, his courses are not busy, and his only student has become a veteran and does not need any care at all.

His only regret is probably that he doesn't know when he can become a tenured professor.

But this cannot be rushed. There is an old Chinese saying that everything depends on fate. If you don’t get the position, it means your destiny has not arrived yet. Guderian is very open-minded about it.

So when he heard the knock on the door, he didn't realize the seriousness of the situation. It was not until he opened the door with a nightcap on and a toothbrush in his mouth and saw the handsome old man standing at the door that Guderian was stunned.

"Good morning, Professor Guderian." Ange greeted elegantly and smiled: "Have you adapted to the life in the academy recently?"

Guderian stared at Ange blankly, and subconsciously murmured: "Principal?"

At this moment, he suddenly woke up and quickly opened the door to welcome the person in: "Principal, please come in!"

Ange walked into the room, his eyes swept across the Pikachu, Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck dolls scattered around, and said calmly: "Professor, you are still very childish."

Guderian was a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said, "These are all gifts. Principal, what is the matter with your sudden visit?"

"I see, I noticed that you haven't been awarded tenured professorship yet?"

Guderian immediately lowered his head in embarrassment. After working in the school for more than ten years, he is still an assistant professor. It is really embarrassing to think about it.

Ange comforted him and expressed his belief in his talent, but he said helplessly that although he also wanted to help, the school rules stipulated that if he wanted to become a tenured professor, he must make achievements, such as cultivating an outstanding student.

Guderian thought of his only student Finkel and immediately lowered his head even lower, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

But at this moment, Ange suddenly changed the subject and said, "I believe you just haven't encountered a good opportunity, so I want to give you a chance."

This was said so suddenly that Guderian was stunned for a long time before he suddenly became excited: "What opportunity?"

"I need you to go to China and recruit a student, an S-level student."

"S-level?" Guderian's eyes widened. "Feng... An S-level like Fengjian Liuli?! How can we find another one like that?"

Ange paused, thinking of the violent girl, he suddenly hesitated: "... maybe?"

"Great! Principal, you really take good care of me!"

Guderian cheered, waving the toothbrush in his hand vigorously, and said excitedly: "For an 'S'-level with unparalleled potential like this, it must be very easy to train him into an outstanding student!"

Ang nodded. "It's probably as simple as the New York Yankees winning the Major League Baseball championship next year."

Reaching out and patting the old man on the shoulder, Ange said softly: "Kazama Ruri has already gone to contact her, you should also prepare to leave, but don't let me down."

Guderian was stunned when he heard this: "Fukazawa Ruri has already gone? What is she going to do?"

"Show our future new S-class how to be an S-class." Ange smiled faintly: "You don't have to worry about her, just let her do what you say."

"Okay, I will follow her orders, live up to your trust, and definitely not fall behind." Guderian nodded quickly.

Ange: "...I mean let her obey your orders."

Looking at Guderian's innocent and confused look, Angers held his forehead with one hand, his eyes full of helplessness: "Forget it, you can just listen to her."

Guderian nodded repeatedly. Seeing Ange turning around and about to leave, he couldn't help but blurt out, "Why me?"

"Maybe it's because sincerity is the ultimate skill. S-rank students like this are often more sensitive. No matter whether it's conspiracy or malice, they can't hide. Only sincere people like you can impress them."

Having said this, Ange paused, turned his head and glanced at Guderian, his eyes focusing on his funny nightcap.

Guderian looked very inspired and said excitedly: "Thank you for your trust, President! I will definitely complete the task well!"

"Then I'm looking forward to your performance."

"Oh, right." Before leaving the room, Angers turned around and suddenly said, "Remember to bring Chen Motong with you. She knows how to profile and may be able to help."

……

Under the dim sky, the towering viaduct cast dark shadows, and one thin ghost figure after another crawled out of the shadows, as if endless.

No one knows how many years this Nibelung has existed, and how many deadpools there are, just like no one knows how many evil spirits are stored in hell.

The air was filled with the shrill cries of babies. Those things were crying and seemed to be laughing. The air was filled with the smell of rotting flesh and blood, the smell of death.

If it were in the past, Yuan Zhinv would only feel excited when hearing these cries, because it represented experience, represented an upgrade, and represented becoming stronger.

But at this moment, she felt a little annoyed.

"It's so noisy!" She turned around and shouted angrily, "Be quiet!"

The girl's scolding swept across like a military order, bringing with it overwhelming pressure. Wherever it went, all the ghostly Deadpools trembled in silence.

This is a very incredible scene. Deadpool is a monster that has long lost its soul and life. Deep down, he doesn't know what fear is, and he doesn't even feel pain. Only the bloodthirsty and brutality remains in his genes.

But at this scolding, they felt the pressure deep in their blood, which was a threat far more terrifying than death, and it was also the fear engraved in their genes that was aroused.

Countless Deadpools prostrated themselves on the ground, like lowly slaves paying homage to the royal family.

Of course, they dared not act presumptuously in front of the high and mighty royal family, because they had lowly blood flowing in their veins, and all their strength was just a little charity from those terrible beings.

But in just a moment, everything was silent, and the only sounds in the world were the sound of the wind and... the rapid breathing of the girl in his arms.

The world was finally quiet, and Yuan Zhinu looked down with satisfaction, admiring her beautiful prey.

She was undoubtedly a very beautiful girl. She had a pretty face that would impress anyone who saw her. Her black combat uniform tightly wrapped around her exquisite body. Her long legs that would make countless men drool were now taut, and her curves were more clearly visible.

Reaching out and hugging the slender waist, Yuan Zhinu lifted the girl's delicate white chin with one hand, admiring the beautiful face and the girl's ugly expression.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and said slowly: "You seem nervous?"

Jiude Mai was completely unable to move at this moment. She felt like she was imprisoned by a humanoid dragon. The seemingly thin and slender arms contained unparalleled strength, like an iron clamp that she could not break free from.

As if sensing her struggle, the arm on her waist exerted a little force, and Jiude Mai instantly felt her lower abdomen suddenly tightened, and a sense of oppression like a mountain pressing down on her head came over her, and she immediately found it difficult to breathe.

Her heartbeat became more and more rapid, Jiude Mai's face gradually turned red, and a low moan of dying struggle came from her throat. She could even feel her life leaving her.

But just when she thought she was going to be strangled in half, the arm around her waist suddenly relaxed, and fresh air rushed in. Jiude Mai was immediately choked and started coughing loudly. Without support, she fell to the ground.

Because of suffocation and coughing, the girl's eyes were filled with tears and her face became flushed. She curled up and covered her waist, like a fragile shrimp.

And that devil-like guy was looking down at her from a high position. The gap between the two of them was as huge as a chasm. Jiude Mai was as fragile as a fledgling in front of her.

Yuan Zhinv looked at the girl falling to the ground in front of her, slowly drew out her long sword, and chopped her down without hesitation.

A hand stretched out from the shadows behind Jiude Mai and grasped the blade of the long sword!

That was a shadow hidden behind Jiude Mai. No one knew when he appeared. It was as if he appeared out of thin air without any sign.

He held the fiery tip of the knife as easily as if he were holding a cup of black tea, but even with such a relaxed posture, Yuan Zhinu felt that the long knife in his hand seemed to have hit steel and could not go any further.

He was a boy whose height only reached the girl's thigh. He was wearing a black suit and a white tie, and looked as delicate as a little nobleman.

Looking at this boy who suddenly appeared, Yuan Zhinu was not surprised at all. The corners of her mouth slightly raised into a mocking arc: "Finally he showed up?"

"I thought you were going to be a coward forever."

The boy seemed unable to hear the mockery in Yuan Zhinv's tone. He just sighed lightly and frowned his delicate brows, as if he had encountered something very difficult.

"I'm really annoyed with you." The boy seemed to be complaining: "Why don't you just stay in Japan or the United States? No one will care about you even if you make a scene. Why do you want to meddle in my affairs?"

"Then you should ask Ange." Yuan Zhinv shrugged: "To be honest, I don't want to see you either. After all, it's really unlucky to meet the devil."

"I also feel it's unlucky for you to say that when you are called an evil ghost." The little devil sighed and suddenly raised his head. The light golden color in his eyes became extremely bright, like a burning flame.

"Mai, stand up and come before me. Don't be afraid, and don't be panicked." The boy ordered coldly, "She has a bloodline far superior to yours to rely on. Your bloodline is not as good as hers, but you have me."

"I am your support."

Mai Jude stood up and walked to the boy, with her back to him, standing between him and Genji.

The blood-red knife was only millimeters away from her neck. If the knife moved slightly, she would be covered in blood, just like those Deadpools whose heads were chopped off.

But she was no longer afraid, because the man stepped out from the shadows.