So, what's going on now?

Lu Mingfei trembled and leaned against the cool and slippery huge scales, without the slightest sense of honor that 'it was the Dragon King who provided him with natural air conditioning', and the expression on his face was as ugly as that of his dead parents.

Having said that, those unreliable parents really don't know if they're dead.

"Humans, potato chips are the best food."

With a deafening sound like a Hong Zhong, the huge golden vertical pupil passed slightly sideways, and the dragon wings rose to set off a gust of cold wind, and the dark lines like flowing clouds flashed in front of his eyes, and then a bag of Lay's tomato and chicken juice-flavored potato chips fell right on Lu Mingfei's arms.

It even thoughtfully used a dragon's claw that could crack the mountain to help him cut open the bag.

"Yes, yes, yes. Potato chip...... Potato chips are truly the best food in the world! ”

If Lord Xie Longen was useful, Lu Mingfei knelt down and kowtowed without hesitation, but it was obvious that the unknown dragon in front of him would probably not let him go so lightly.

So he had to hold the bag of potato chips in his trembling hands, then pull out a slice and put it in his mouth to chew.

Crunchy, chicken-flavored...... Mom, if you eat him, doesn't it taste like this?

It has also been heard that prisoners in prison will eat a very rich meal the day before they are executed, that is, a severed head...... But using potato chips or something to make a severed head meal is too shabby.

"Good."

The giant dragon stared at him carefully from head to toe, then stopped looking at him, but fiddled something out of a corner on the side.

A TV.

Hehe.

Especially when he saw the dragon unusually carefully twist the wire with his claws and connect it to the plug, Lu Mingfei almost choked himself to death with a mouthful of potato chip residue stuck in his throat - even though he wished he really choked to death.

Can anyone explain to him what this is all about?

Obviously, he was frustrated and bent forward in a subway passage in Beijing not long ago, and there was a temperament buddy with long bangs combed in the front but half shaved in the back playing and singing, and it turned out to be foggy inexplicably.

At first, he sighed, 'Is the air quality in Beijing so bad that the subway fogs?' and then he gradually noticed that the sound of qiē was gradually disappearing from his ears, including the footsteps of pedestrians, the sound of talking, the sound of guitars and singing next to him. All of them disappeared somewhere he didn't know.

Or rather, he himself has hidden in some unknown place.

After groping in the fog for a long time and finally finding a way out, Lu Mingfei was stunned to find that his eyes were no longer a subway passage with people coming and going.

There was a darkness so wide that it was almost endless, and the great dome was a sharp rock, and some light came from nowhere, though it was very dim, at least it was better than not being able to reach out to five fingers.

Then he witnessed a dragon emerge from what he thought was a large rock.

"Z-z-z-"

The old square box TV emitted a few rings of electric tongs, and after a few snowflakes filtered through the screen, the TV program actually played...... Or a movie.

"Have you ever heard that the third uncle is the father and the third aunt is the mother?" "I've only heard that my father and mother are not as good as ** relatives."

The old film released in 1990 is also Stephen Chow's famous work "The Saint of Gambling".

"Together, watch TV."

Fenrir, the king of the huge earth and mountains, looked serious, and in addition to the majesty of his own majestic eyes, the huge golden vertical pupils also reflected the smirk of Zhou Xingxing in the dilapidated square box TV in front of him.

The world must be broken.

Lu Mingfei had a tearless expression on his face, his hands trembled, and he took out a piece of potato chips from the bag.

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The place where the dragon king lived is well documented.

In a class on dragon genealogy, Professor Guderian explained this, and this knowledge point was used as the last open-ended question in the later stage exams.

Dragons are usually quite large in size, and the further up the lineage goes, the larger they become—the sheer size of their size is directly related to the amount of body they can call, and if they want to stimulate very high spirits, the nervous system they need must be unusually large and complex.

Perhaps the only exception is the dragon kings, who are usually able to move in the form of normal humans. However, most dragon kings are the most loyal believers in power and power, and can only exert 100% power with their original huge size, unless they are in some strategic need or have not yet awakened, they usually remain at their strongest, quietly in their own Nibelungen, planning to rule the world one day.

The living space required by the huge size must be huge, and in terms of the aesthetics of dragons, it is usually a grand and empty cavity, and perhaps accompanied by some carvings and decorations.

Chu Zihang moistened the tip of his index finger with saliva, and then set it up in the air, sensing the flow of the wind.

Tunnels are usually places with high air pressure, while cavity pressures are lower, anyone who has studied high school physics knows that the wind is formed because the air flows from high pressure to low pressure, relying on the five senses and physical abilities of the half-breed can be called the slightest sense of change, Chu Zihang can use this simple method to determine which fork in the road to take.

He resembles a silent stone statue, his body clinging to the stone wall, minimizing the slightest error caused by his volume. Only the strange golden eyes still shone in the darkness.

It's on the left.

Chu Zihang bowed his body and burrowed into the small hole that was only half a human high, as for whether what he perceived was right or wrong, he didn't think about it.

In this kind of situation, without the help of support and technology, all he can trust is his own feelings and instincts, and whatever choice he makes, it will be better than the waste of time caused by his hesitation in place.

Fortunately, the heavens still favored him, and did not let his years of search and hard work come to naught because of the ridiculous reason that he could not find the way.

A small pebble was kicked a short distance by his abruptly stopped toe before falling downward.

In front of him was a textbook-like cavern, with a massive dome, a semi-curved stone wall structure, and an indescribably large dragon.

It's hard to describe, but the fact that there is no light source at all and a faint light is undoubtedly against physics, but thanks to these faint lights, he is not completely blind. The golden pupil is indeed able to see at night, but the principle of eye imaging itself is the reflection of light and the conversion of light signals, and it is impossible to see where there is no light.

Chu Zihang pondered for a while and pulled out the village rain on his waist.

No matter how powerful the Dragon King's level is, the only thing that is certain is that he will not be able to emerge victorious in a head-on battle. Even if he had full confidence in his combat skills and explosive blood, he couldn't erase the fact that the Dragon King was a creature standing on the top of his life.

The physics is rigorous, and with the strength provided by the dragon's size, even if they have the same muscle density and structure as a half-blood, a single claw swing is enough to slap him into a meatloaf.

His strengths are speed, small size, and surprise.

The sharp Imperial Divine Knife easily pierced into the rock wall above his head, and after taking a deep breath, Chu Zihang held the handle of the knife with one hand to complete a pull-up, then clasped a protruding rock with his left hand, pulled out the knife with his right hand, and then plunged it into a higher height.

How big is this hole?

It has not been measured, but it is estimated that it is about the size of ten Chicago train stations.

He didn't know exactly how long it would take him to climb to reach the position he expected to attack, but the usual crazy training was not good after all, but at this moment, combined with his iron-like will, it exploded with great power.

Ordinary people can't complete a special rock climbing method at all, and Chu Zihang can use it as a means of movement to cross a distance of nearly a thousand meters, which is almost an impossible task even for half-breeds.

When he reached the real dome, he could only bite the handle with his teeth, and then use the grip of both hands to clamp the protruding rock from the dome, and occasionally when a huge protrusion appeared, he would plunge the knife into the rock, use his legs to fix his body, and relax his arms and wrists.

Below him, a dangerous dragon king was eating potato chips and watching old movies with his junior brother of waste wood, and in an inconspicuous corner, Jiude Mai and Su Enxi were peeking at the situation here, and by the way, they drank a bottle of red wine to sort out the shock they had received before.

No one knew that at the top of them, a man determined for revenge was clenching his blade with his teeth, climbing silently with all his might.

It wasn't until he finally reached the center of the dome that he could see the dragonlord's dark scales and facial bones when he looked down slightly.

First burst of blood, second burst of blood......

The illusion in his mind was noisy, but he just stood still, letting the hot blood rush over his brain and body, and even let go of the hands that held him in place, falling naturally with gravity.

In the air, he loosened his teeth and once again took over the control of the village rain with both hands.

In the air, his body used his waist force to rotate and adjust the angle, and every muscle fiber accumulated explosive power.

In the air, his golden pupils remained indifferent.

"Duh-"

The originally long speech spirit was shortened to one byte, and in a short moment, his tongue collided with his upper and lower jaws several times, and the air flow in his throat vibrate, perfectly embodying every syllable in the speech spirit quickly. This is an ability that must be mastered as a high-level hybrid, which is the rapid chanting of the spirit of speech.

Spirit, Flame of the Lord, activate!

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