It was impossible for Old Tang to hear what Lu Mingfei was saying, and it was impossible for him to know. He hadn't learned lip language. But in that short moment, he understood something as if he was blessed with a blessed heart.

"Farewell." Lu Mingfei said.

Old Tang turned his head and continued to run wildly. He didn't want to think about it or think about it. I don't know if it was because of running or nervousness, he felt his heart getting tighter and tighter, his breathing became more and more rapid, and the speed of blood flow increased. It was as if something had told him it was too late!

His hastily backward figure disappeared into the dark aisle.

"Stop him!" The headmaster shouted.

The researchers woke up and swarmed out the door.

But Lu Mingfei didn't move, and neither did the principal beside him. Everyone ran out of the lab, and only the two of them were left.

Lu Mingfei bent down and picked up the gray tin bottle on the ground, with a playful look on his face. He looked back at the headmaster and tossed the bottle to the headmaster.

"I'll wait for you outside." He walked out and closed the door.

The headmaster clenched the gray tin bottle in his hand, turned around and walked to the quartz glass chamber, walked to the quartz glass chamber, and inserted a black card into the card slot on the console.

"This will cause the Dragon's Lair to open! Norton, the Lord of Bronze and Fire, has the potential to awaken. Operation prohibited! Operation prohibited! Operation prohibited! Norma's voice echoed through the lab, beeping, the lights were on, and a red light swept through the lab.

"Be quiet, Norma." The Headmaster reached out and pulled down the hand valve, severing the link between the lab and Norma, "This is the time for us to witness the miracle. ”

The main power is cut off, and Norma's voice disappears, leaving only the alarm beep with its own power supply, and the alarm lights spinning.

In the darkness flowed the crimson of the warning lights, the crimson of magma, the crimson of blood.

illuminated Ange's fanatical and hideous face.

With one hand, he caressed the quartz glass cavity, feeling the vibrations inside more and more violently.

"It's good that you didn't keep me waiting too long!"

He pulled a knife from his sleeve and plunged it into the quartz glass cavity.

The sharp blade cuts into the quartz glass like slicing through jelly. The Headmaster drew his knife, leaving a fluorescent blue scar in the glass wall. The vacuum inside was destroyed, and the air was screaming and pouring in. Then cut the bottleneck of the gray tin bottle with a knife and aim the fracture at the crack.

The liquid in the bottle entered the quartz glass cavity and tumbled inside, but he did not dare to approach the copper pot in the center, as if he was afraid of it.

But as more and more of the solution entered, the liquid began to boil and bubble, as if something had woken up.

He tucked the knife back into his sleeve and pushed out of the cryogenic lab.

He looked back at the door one last time, and saw the liquid fly off the inner wall in an instant, and pounce on the copper canister.

The intense corrosive effect appeared instantly, and the gray-green mist steamed.

An unspeakable roar echoed through the lab, scorching mania.

"Welcome back to the world, Konstantin." The principal closed the door.

He turned his head and looked at Lu Mingfei next to the door, breathing a long sigh of relief, with a trace of exhaustion between his eyebrows.

"Interested in continuing our headmaster conversation, Mingfei?" "All take refuge! All take refuge! Professor Schneider's roar echoed over the campus radio.

The roaring figure passed through a high-voltage transformer, the metal shell of which melted instantly, and a brilliant fountain of electric sparks poured up to the height of a person, and then the explosion turned the surrounding lawn into scorched earth.

Gunfire thundered, a dense barrage poured down from both sides, and heavily armed students hid behind buildings on either side of the lawn to make perfect cross-fires. Hundreds of Fliga bullets enveloped the figure like a storm, and the figure let out a senseless roar, but involuntarily retreated.

Although he is the king of bronze and fire, the Fliga bullet is not metal. Although the anesthetic will instantly vaporize and decompose due to the high temperature before it enters his body, the kinetic energy contained in the bullet is not under his control. So he could only stumble backwards.

"We succeeded? He stopped? Professor Manstein asked, clenching his fists.

The figure raised its head, and the chanting of the ancient esoteric echoed in everyone's hearts, like a scripture and a curse. Above the figure's head, the air seemed to be ignited, and an incomprehensible force condensed there.

"That's not right!" Professor Schneider snatched the microphone violently, "Lie down!" ”

With a bang, the power shattered. Flames swept from the man's head, carrying heat and power that could not be ignored. Dozens of meters away, windows shattered, and students huddled behind the wall with their guns in their hands, feeling the flames pouring in from the windows above, like riding guns stabbed into the human body.

The king stepped on the flames to come for the spirit of words, the king's flame!

"Dad, can you release the precepts?" Manstein roared into the microphone, "That dragon is unleashing high-risk spirits all over the campus!" ”

"No kidding! The precepts can only work on beings who are lower in blood rank than me! The Vice Principal's voice trembled a little, "That dragon seems to be the first generation!" ”

"The first generation, isn't that the four kings?" Manstein Khan rained down.

Schneider looked gloomy, clutched the microphone tightly, and was silent. He was helpless and didn't know what to do to the students on campus.

"Wait? Did you hear anything? Professor Guderian raised his hand.

Manstein and Schneider looked at each other, "What? ”

"The dragon," Professor Guderian pointed to the screen, "as if talking?" ”

Schneider pushed the volume in the control room to the maximum, and the sound of the outside world poured in like a tidal wave. Flames burned on the trees, students ran through the hallways, guns were reloaded, and even the sound of everyone's heavy breathing. But faintly, as if it was background music, a shallow voice wandered under these sounds, like a thousand years of resentful spirits.

"Brother." The dragon said softly.

What is this? The dragon version of the tadpole looking for its mother? But who is the mother of this dragon?

Manstein shuddered, and suddenly realized something, if this dragon was the Four Great Kings, then who would his brother be? Old Don ran on the lawn like crazy, just wanting to get out of this damn place as quickly as possible. Somehow, he was scared to death.

He never imagined that one day he would be so terrified. He had gone to explore the desert tomb before, and it was a real evil tomb. Most of the murals in the tomb are high-crowned scholars, some of them holding paper and pencils, and they look really personable and full of scholarly anger.

If you don't look at their snake faces.

I still remember that when he entered this ancient tomb, he was amazed, thinking to himself how much enmity this ancient tomb owner had with those scholars?

When they die, they also imply on the mural that their hearts are like snakes and scorpions.

Strange to say, there were three other people who went in with him, but two left that night.

According to them, when they entered the tomb, they felt that there were people staring at them from all sides, as if the frescoes were alive.

He couldn't help but scoff at the time, what about life? Could it be that you can come down and beat them up? These old antiques must not have seen Harry Potter! No matter how weird these murals are, they can stare at people at most, but can they still kill people with their sight?

Show them that they won't lose two pounds of meat! Even if you have less power, you should lose weight!

But Old Tang now feels uncomfortable, since just now he felt that someone had been staring at him from behind him, like a puppy that was abandoned by you many years ago, silently following behind you, stepping on your shadow, not daring to approach or stay away.

But you don't have to look back to feel the timid gaze, neither near nor far, never abandoned.

Old Tang almost cried, what kind of god did he provoke to drop such a humanoid oil bottle? He has lived to be single for so long in his life, and he has no son or younger brother, where did the bear child come from to be so clingy?

And the most important thing is that this oil bottle will explode!

So he couldn't help but not run, but he ran for so long and it felt like he hadn't moved.

The faint gaze was still firmly locked behind him, the footsteps sounded more like in his head, and the oncoming fear almost burst his heart.

"Why is this broken academy so big!" He couldn't help but curse hatefully.

"What are you doing on the 13th?" In Valhalla, Jiude Mai looked out the window and couldn't help but be a little strange, "This guy has run through this window for the fourth time, right?" ”

"Fliga is running out of bullets! President, what should we do? Someone next to him radioed Caesar for instructions.

"Concentrate the bullets and send two squads over, one team is responsible for removing all the personnel in Valhalla, and the second team will follow me." Caesar clenched the Desert Eagle in his hand, "We're buying time for the first team. ”

"Third grade, are you going to die?" Mai asked, leaning against the charred wall.

"My subordinates are still behind me, so I can't withdraw." Caesar bolted his gun, "It's my responsibility as a student council president." ”

"It's a good realization." Mai clenched her Glock.

"Aren't you leaving? Why are you putting on a desperate posture? Caesar glanced at Mai.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to share your woes." Mai shrugged, "It's just that as the captain, I can't tolerate being a coward." ”

The slender but glaring figure outside Valhalla raised its head, as if awakened from its slumber, and took another step. Caesar pursed his lips and was surprised to find a slight sweat on his forehead, not knowing if it was because of nervousness or heat. He couldn't help but smile and straighten his chest. The only regret is probably that I haven't said happy birthday to Nono yet, right?

The figure suddenly stopped.