Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"It's normal for hybrids to have secondary development."

Ye Fan tied the apron string around his waist and tied it into a beautiful bow. "Just like when you secretly eat instant noodles in the middle of the night and suddenly gain three pounds."

"Bullshit! I have edema!" Lu Mingfei's face flushed, but he couldn't help but glance at the back of Ye Fan's neck.

The sunlight cast tiny spots of light on the skin, and faint golden blood vessels could be seen, like lava flowing under a glacier.

"When you awaken your bloodline in the future, it will probably grow faster."

Ye Fan said.

That's not just ordinary speed, it's the kind that turns directly from a human into a dragon.

"Do I really have such a thing as bloodline?"

Lu Mingfei still remained skeptical about this. He did not think that there was such a horrible thing in his useless body.

Ye Fan had already turned around and started processing the beef brisket. The kitchen knife made a dense drumbeat on the chopping board, and the pieces of meat danced with the blade's light, each piece kept precisely at 2.5 cm square.

The SS-class hybrid's control made this ordinary action become like an artistic performance.

"Don't just stand there." Ye Fan threw a tomato to Lu Mingfei without even looking up. "Wash it clean and remove the stem."

Lu Mingfei was scrambling to catch the flying red fruit and almost knocked over the stainless steel basin next to him.

He turned on the faucet and the cold water rushed over his fingers.

The two of them had long been accustomed to this way of getting along. Ye Fan was responsible for cooking, and Lu Mingfei helped him.

"Where is Zihang?"

Ye Fan suddenly asked.

He was marinating beef with cooking wine. The amber liquid rippled in the glass bowl, reflecting his slightly glowing blue eyes.

"Senior Brother Chu was called away by his father, saying it was some special training..."

Lu Mingfei recalled and said.

He suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I secretly saw that the trunk of Uncle Chu's car was full of Japanese swords, as if he was going to war."

"It's normal, after all. This is special training. Although Zihang's bloodline is only A-level, his combat skills are still very good."

Ye Fan's mouth corners slightly raised.

The onion on the chopping board blossomed into snow-white petals under his knife, and the spicy juice was suppressed by some invisible force before it could stimulate the tear glands.

Chu Zihang is the son of Chu Tianjiao.

As far as Chu Tianjiao's S-level bloodline is concerned, Chu Zihang will definitely have a place in the secret party's executive department in the future.

Now that man is already paving a bloody road for his son to the world of mixed-bloods.

"Brother Fan, you're cutting onions without crying!"

Lu Mingfei came over as if he had discovered a new world, with tomato seeds on the tip of his nose.

"Hybrids are truly superior to ordinary humans in every way."

"After all, a dragon is a creature with dragon blood. If its eyes were irritated by the branches and leaves of ordinary plants, it would be too unworthy for a dragon."

Ye Fan blinked, and a hint of gold appeared in his pupils.

However, these golden eyes, which can stimulate almost all mixed-bloods, are completely useless to Lu Mingfei.

But Ye Fan was not discouraged. After Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze made a deal, the bloodline in his body should be awakened.

If all else fails, he can rely on the Nibelungen Plan, but before that plan, he will first train Lu Mingfei well.

What he had just experienced made him feel a sense of urgency. There are more than just four kings and the Black King and the White King in this world.

There are many mixed-blood forces that can threaten Lu Mingfei's safety. The old king must hurry up and improve his strength.

Tiny bubbles of oil emerged from the cast iron pot on the stove, and Ye Fan's crushed garlic danced waltz in the hot oil.

Lu Mingfei watched him pour the tomato pieces into the pot. The bright red flesh sizzled as it hit the boiling oil, and the rising steam was mixed with a sweet and sour aroma.

"By this time next year, Senior Brother Chu should be going to Kassel, right?"

Lu Mingfei suddenly asked. He was secretly drinking tomato soup with a spoon, and he was sticking out his tongue because it was so hot.

Ye Fan sprinkled a handful of rock salt into the pot, and the crystals made a subtle crackling sound as they fell on the surface of the soup. "The secret party's executive department will have many mad dogs."

He paused, then added, "I mean that in a positive way."

Lu Mingfei laughed so hard that he almost dropped his spoon into the pot:

"I know that for half-bloods, words like crazy and ruthless are considered compliments."

The last ray of sunlight outside the window disappeared below the horizon, and the warm light from the range hood gave the two of them a furry golden edge.

The stewed beef brisket begins to emit a rich meaty aroma, and the fat gathers into amber round spots on the surface of the soup.

When the casserole was served on the table, Lu Mingfei's chopsticks were already tapping impatiently on the edge of the bowl.

Ye Fan filled a bowl for him. Chunks of beef brisket were piled on top of the crystal clear rice, and the thick soup was slowly seeping into the gaps between the rice grains.

"Eat more and train with me tonight."

"If you train with me, you won't be able to keep going if you don't eat more."

Lu Mingfei's cheeks were stuffed and he asked vaguely: "What kind of training?"

"Don't worry, Brother Fan, I can still stick to ordinary exercises like running."

Ye Fan paused for a moment, then looked at Lu Mingfei with a smile and served him another bowl of rice.

Running? You're dreaming.

If you don't eat more, I'm afraid you'll die of exhaustion...

Chapter 32 Mountain Climbing

The mountain wind whistled across the exposed rock walls, and Lu Mingfei's T-shirt was blown tight to his body, outlining his thin outline.

His fingers dug into the cracks in the rock tightly, and his knuckles turned white from excessive force.

The pair of sneakers he bought on sale were worn out and the socks were even showing at the toe of his right shoe.

"Brother Fan! Brother Fan, are you still there?"

Lu Mingfei's voice, tinged with tears, echoed in the empty valley.

There was no response. Only the night wind blew a few dead leaves past his eyes.

Twenty minutes ago, Ye Fan brought him to this damn place like a chicken, and then - Lu Mingfei still couldn't believe it - that bastard actually put him halfway up a twenty-meter-high cliff!

There was no safety rope, no protective measures, and not even a decent instruction.

"Rock climbing is exciting."

Ye Fan was standing on a protruding rock, maintaining his balance in defiance of the laws of physics, with that provocative smile that Lu Mingfei was most familiar with on his face:

"I've used the Word Spirit, Tian Yan, to calculate. A fall from this height wouldn't kill anyone."

"Excite your uncle!"

Lu Mingfei still trembles with anger when he thinks about it now:

"I can't even do three pull-ups in gym class, and you want me to rock climb with my bare hands?"

The rocks under my feet suddenly loosened and several pieces of gravel rolled down.

Lu Mingfei's heart instantly rose to his throat. He clung to the rock wall and could clearly hear his own rapid heartbeat.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

It felt like someone was beating a drum in my chest.

Looking down, the treetops twenty meters below undulated like black waves in the moonlight.

Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered the animal documentary he watched last week - falling from this height is no different from jumping from a six-story building.

Even if you are lucky enough to hang on a tree, you will inevitably break a few bones.

"Calm down...Calm down..."

Lu Mingfei talked to himself, but his teeth were chattering uncontrollably.

The muscles in his arms were as stiff as stone, and sweat ran down his forehead into his eyes, causing a stinging sensation.

To make matters worse, he began to feel hungry.

I clearly ate two big bowls of the tomato beef brisket that Ye Fan made for dinner, but now it feels like it never existed.

There were waves of cramps in my stomach, as if a wild beast was gnawing at me.

"Is this the special training for mixed-bloods?" Lu Mingfei thought desperately, "Are they going to kill me on the first day?"

At this moment, a fist-sized rock suddenly fell from above, brushing past his cheek and hitting the rock wall below, making a heart-pounding cracking sound.

"What the hell!"

Lu Mingfei suddenly looked up and saw Ye Fan sitting leisurely on the edge of the cliff, playing with another stone in his hand.

"Don't be in a daze," Ye Fan said with a smile, "If you don't move, I will use stones to show you the way."

"You fucking—"

Before Lu Mingfei could finish his curse words, another stone came whizzing down, this time hitting him precisely three inches away from his right hand.

"Hey, you're not allowed to ask where it comes from!"

Ye Fan said with a wicked smile as he played with the stone.

Instinct drove Lu Mingfei upwards. His fingers groped for a raised rock, and his right foot tentatively stepped on a protruding rock.

At the moment when his center of gravity shifted, the stone under his feet suddenly loosened——

"Ahhh!"

Lu Mingfei's scream cut through the night sky.

His body slid down half a meter, and he only managed to avoid falling directly because he held on to a crack in the rock with his left hand.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, and the burning sensation brought by the surge of adrenaline swept through my body.