When I was supposed to be slaying the dragon, I accidentally started cultivating immortality

Monyach, in Lu Mingfei's bedroom.

"That's what happened," Lu Mingfei sat on the edge of his bed, spreading his hands, "I really didn't bully Ling, she choked herself."

"Don't worry, I know you're not the kind of person who bullies girls." Su Xiaoqiang reached out and gently pinched both sides of Lu Mingfei's cheeks and pulled them outward, "How can you have the courage?"

"Not before, but maybe now." Lu Mingfei, whose cheek was pulled, said in a somewhat unclear voice.

Su Xiaoqiang realized that what Lu Mingfei was referring to was that he had reached the heartbeat state, and during this period his personality might become more... unruly.

Ling, who was sitting obediently next to her, couldn't help but quietly turned her head to look at Lu Mingfei after he spoke. Then Su Xiaoqiang's next words made her pupils tremble uncontrollably.

"Although it's not incomprehensible..."

Is this understandable?

Ling didn't know how Su Xiaoqiang was going to understand it, but she really didn't understand it now.

"But if you dare to go too far," Su Xiaoqiang stood in front of Lu Mingfei, tugged on his tie, leaned down and put her lips to his ear, saying in a voice that only the two of them could hear, " I’ll drain you dry first, and then—click!”

Lu Mingfei shook and swallowed.

"Cough!" Zero coughed lightly.

Su Xiaoqiang let go of Lu Mingfei's tie, and before standing up, he gently picked his chin.

To Zero who was watching, this scene looked like the eldest lady of some family was teasing a fair and innocent young man.

Although that seems to be the case.

…

On the north bank of the Yangtze River, at the pier, a one-armed man wearing a Suiyuan suit came off a jet ski.

Redisso is an orderly on the Monyach - to be more precise, he is an orderly now, but before losing an arm, he was a combatant.

I don’t know if it’s luck or misfortune. During his operation to annihilate the Deadpool hybrids hiding in the city, the target mutated with a very small probability. During the battle, the Deadpool transformation deepened and strengthened his strength, and he lost one. Arm, but saved his life under the protection of his teammates.

The sudden mutation of the deadpool caused the spirit of speech to go out of control, causing the tattered machete originally held in his hand to melt into his flesh and blood. Although the knife itself did not become stronger, it became more flexible. In the team He was responsible for creating opportunities for other teammates in close combat with the opponent, so he had an arm cut off. Fortunately, the sniper in the distance also caught Deadpool's flaw, and the next second the bullet penetrated from Deadpool's eyebrows. Entered, smashed the brainstem, and then rushed out from the back of the head with blood and brain tissue fragments.

It's a pity that Deadpool used a broken knife with an almost flat edge. The blunt edge full of jagged edges made the surface of his broken arm very rough. With the medical technology and conditions available at the time to treat him, even if he was a mixed race He was also unable to reattach his broken arm - this was also related to the fact that his bloodline was barely rated B-level.

As a B-class hybrid, Redisso retired from the front line due to injury, and has been retired for more than 20 years. Although he still retains some combat effectiveness, he can only work as a logistics or intelligence agent. This kind of life Although it was safer than before, it was a little less passionate, which gave him the illusion that he was already old when he was still only a young man in his fifties.

Walking into the nearest town with ease, Rediso found a B\u0026B, chatted with the boss for a few words, exchanged the password, took a small suitcase from the other party, turned around and walked out.

He didn't know his boss, but as an intelligence agent, he only needed to know the secret code.

The owner of this B\u0026B is not from the school. It is said that his superiors said that he is from a Chinese mixed-race family. He has reached some deals with the college and exchanged some information. He came to take the information with him and gave special instructions. This is precious high-level information that needs to be taken seriously.

Rediso was a little excited. He had been an intelligence officer for many years, and it was the first time he came into contact with so-called high-level intelligence. Although he was theoretically qualified to deliver this kind of intelligence at his level, most of the time it was people with a higher level than him. People take over, just like ancient Chinese scholars are theoretically qualified to be county magistrates, but most of the time county magistrates are only those with higher-level fame.

He remembered that he had a distant nephew named Raymond, who had participated in S-level intelligence transport missions, and was even valued by the academy's senior officials. He had only participated in A-level missions at most, and he couldn't help but sigh when he learned the news. He is actually worse than a young man.

Carrying the suitcase and turning into the alley in the corner, Raymond put the suitcase on the ground, squatted down, opened it, and saw a stack of documents inside.

He took out his mobile phone, took out the phone card, took out a cigarette box, took out another phone card from the mezzanine and inserted it into the mobile phone - now the mobile phone will be temporarily separated from Norma's monitoring.

The most valuable thing on his body, apart from the pile of information in the box, was this card - the Solomon Temple had discarded a lot of it in order not to be monitored by Norma in the academy or several other artificial intelligence computers in the world. It was only because of his strength that he developed this thing for his own intelligence personnel to use.

Taking photos of the files one by one and sending them away as quickly as possible, Rediso gritted his teeth - he was already giving his best, but as a disabled person with only one hand, his full speed was no better than that of an untrained ordinary person. How much faster.

It's all because of this broken arm, it's all because of this damn disability, otherwise how could he be what he is now? He should still be the high-spirited Rediso from twenty years ago, with a pedigree rating of B, among the students He is indeed a super B-level genius. He can swing his sword fast enough to hit the arrows flying in the direction!

All because this damn school is unwilling to provide him with high-standard medical treatment for a person with B-level blood. Obviously, with the technology of the school, as long as it is willing to arrange high-standard medical resources for him, it can help him reattach his broken arm. , his arm was obviously cut off in order to slay the dragon for the academy. Why can he only receive half-hearted medical treatment just because his blood level is not high enough?

Photos of the documents were passed one by one to the Solomon's Temple, and Rediso prayed that the information would be valuable enough that the Temple would protect him and allow him to grow a new arm after his defection.

He still wants to slay the dragon, he still wants to kill Deadpool, and he still wants to fight as a warrior, not as a dispensable support person with a disability.

"Solomon Temple? You must be from Kassel, right? So there are traitors in the Dragon Slaying Academy?" A ghostly voice sounded behind him, "I thought you were all a group of people with no desires or desires. A fighter, though...a fighter who is our enemy.”

"!!!" Raymond twisted violently, holding the phone in his hand, and swung it behind him with the sharp edges.

It was too late to pull out the dagger hidden in his boots. In his hand was a mobile phone customized by Nokia. Although it was not a very powerful weapon, it was still more lethal with bare hands.

His usual sword-wielding hand has been chopped off by Deadpool, leaving only the other arm that can be exercised for more than twenty years. The muscles of this arm have become tangled due to more than twenty years of exercise, although the Nokia in his hand is not heavy enough. It is difficult to provide any kinetic blessing, but this blow is still very powerful and heavy. Even a large carnivorous beast will suffer serious injuries from this blow.

However, he didn't hit anything. It wasn't that he hit nothing, but something like a large vise grabbed his wrist, with such force that it almost crushed his wrist bones.

Redisuo twisted his body again. He had been squatting on the ground, and simply took advantage of the situation to kick out a sweeping kick. Although carrying out such a large-scale movement after being restrained by his wrist may have damaged his body, but now There is no better way.

"Bang——"

A dull voice sounded, and Rediso's face twitched - he felt as if he had been kicked into a tungsten steel column. His leg bones may have been cracked, and his waist was also torn due to excessive twisting. Like pain.

But now he had turned around and saw the person behind him clearly.

A rather tall man, with soft facial features and a tall body of nearly 1.9 meters. At this moment, the other party held his wrist with one hand, and his fingers were sinking in like iron pliers.

People who have experienced high-intensity training often have bodies that are faster than their brains. It was only after two moves in a flash of lightning that had no effect, that Rediso realized that the other party seemed to have just said something - as their enemy... Fighter?

Their enemy, Raymond himself is a mixed race, Kassel and the Solomon Temple are both mixed race organizations, so the enemy... isn't that...

dragon? !

Redisuo looked up and saw a pair of bright golden eyes.

The moment he saw these golden eyes, he felt as if his brain had been hit hard. It didn't hurt, but his consciousness was knocked away, so he was hazy, a bit like half dreaming and half awake.

He bit his tongue fiercely, and the strong biting muscles brought by the dragon's blood made his teeth penetrate the tongue with great force. Even inside the tongue, the upper and lower teeth collided and then rubbed hard.

The severe pain of his tongue being torn from the inside briefly awakened his consciousness, and blood mixed with saliva flowed down uncontrollably.

At some point, Long had let go of his wrist. Although his wrist was in severe pain, he could barely control his remaining hand. He reached for his boots and wanted to take out the dagger inside, but the back of his neck hurt and he couldn't see. Suddenly it went dark.

He knocked Redisuo unconscious with his hands, and the dragon picked up his body. He stared at him with golden eyes, his lips slightly opened and closed, and silently chanted to activate the field. His spirit invaded Redisuo's brain and searched for information. It's a pity that this word spirit It's not as magical as the mind-reading skills in movies and TV shows. He can only collect some fragmentary information that is better than nothing.

Using one arm to organize the documents on the floor in the suitcase, Long looked at Rediso's face, and his own face, height and even body shape began to slowly change.

"Go ahead and try. Will you be discovered?" he whispered.

He spoke with Raymond's voice and only one arm.

What Raymond didn't have time to notice until he lost consciousness was that although the dragon had a human body shape and appearance, it only had one arm - it disguised itself as a human, but it had to disguise itself as a mutilated individual.

As a rare individual in the ethnic group who knows how to "learn", although he is not strong, he can do many things that his peers with a higher bloodline than him cannot.

Or, maybe it's because he's not strong enough, so he's forced to learn to "learn"?

At least he is not as easy to lose control as his kind, and he can recognize forms better than them. He can even hide in human society, like a huge poisonous snake disguised as a rat, waiting for an opportunity to show its fangs.

Although, at this point, the twin of the King of Earth and Mountain is stronger than him in terms of blood and wisdom.

But even so, he was not sure that he could disguise himself as a hybrid, especially a hybrid that he had never observed before - he had disguised himself as a human by observing humans. This was influenced by the King of Earth and Mountains. Tips.

Even though he still couldn't figure out why she wanted to mention him, especially... he had done that to her brother.

But he will always know the answer, but he still lacks a little bit of strength, a little bit of strength that allows him to cross the gap between the first generation species and the second generation species.

And this power may be obtained from those two palaces on this land.

He knew that the King of Bronze and Fire had once forged a set of weapons, which might be the most powerful alchemical weapons in the entire dragon clan.

He didn't know if that set of weapons was in the palace, and even the news that there was that palace under the Yangtze River was something he accidentally learned not long ago - he suspected that this was not an accident, maybe it was some kind of secret hidden in the palace. The strength of the place led him here.

But he couldn't refuse, he was a dragon, and dragons couldn't restrain their desires.

Even if he disguises himself as a human, his essence is still a dragon. As a dragon, he cannot restrain his desires.

So he came anyway, he must look for it. Power and strength are the sweetest poison in the dragon family. It is fire, and dragons are moths that cast fire.

What's more, he had prepared his own eggs a long time ago. The worst he could do was cocoon him again. He was going to die anyway, so he was used to it.

He took off the clothes on Redisuo and put them on, then walked out of the alley carrying the box.

…

At night, inside the main control room.

"This is the specific battle plan. Does anyone have any comments?"

Professor Rundstedt looked around at the students and executive officers.

"Simpler than expected," Caesar commented.

"This is not good news. The reason for the simplicity of the plan is that the situation below is unknown and we know very little," Professor Rundstedt said. "So the plan cannot be customized to be too detailed. You have to act according to the situation after going down."

"I'm best at free play." Caesar showed strong confidence.

If he were still a freshman, he would probably be regarded as an arrogant boy by several executive department commissioners around him, but Caesar's record in the school for more than two years supports his self-confidence.

"Can I stay on the ship as support?" Fingel asked, raising his hand.

"You can stay in the school as support, Fingel," Professor Rundstedt said with a kind smile, "How about staying for another ten years?"

"For the cause of dragon slaying for all mankind, it is my duty to go into the water!" Fingel puffed up his chest.

What followed was a discussion in twos and threes, and some details were finalized. By the time the meeting ended, an hour had passed.

"If there are no new opinions, then it's settled," Professor Rundstedt made the decision. "According to Norma's calculations, there will be heavy rain and strong winds tomorrow night. Then you can take the opportunity to go into the water."

…

After a day of pre-war preparations, Su Xiaoqiang dragged her not tired body back to the inner cabin. Her and Lu Mingfei's bedrooms were next to each other. She was not going to sleep with Lu Mingfei tonight. She had to sleep well. Prepare for war.

But I still had to go in and kiss him goodnight.

but……

Standing in front of Lu Mingfei's room, feeling the atmosphere inside, Su Xiaoqiang was a little confused.

Why does it seem like there's someone inside?

It's already late at night, who is still in Lu Mingfei's room so late?