"And what if I can pay for it?" Ange asked.

"Remuneration? What remuneration? I don't have to worry about eating and wearing, my body is very good and delicious, and I recently received a little three waiting for me to eat, what do I need? Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes, "Principal, do you want to abdicate and let me be the principal?" ”

"Of course not," Ange shook his head, "Ming Fei, you don't want an interstellar adventure, but you need a stable backup to support you, and the strength of a person in the face of the starry sky is still weak, you need resources, technology and the support of the country." ”

The smile on Lu Mingfei's face instantly stiffened, he only thought about how to go, and he didn't think about coming back at all, Ange was right.

"You will come back one day, and I hope that people will welcome you with flowers, and your adventures will be passed on all over the world and will be a benchmark for a new generation. When you are old, do you want you to return to your roots, this is the obsession of your Chinese people. "Ange is a good follower.

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This time it was really quiet, and even the sound of the wind outside the window disappeared without a trace.

The flames on the branches stopped beating, as did the thunderous explosions and the incessant gunfire on the playground.

Not only the president's office, but also the huge campus fell into a deathly silence.

"I admit that you moved me, after all, I don't want me to build in front of me to get resources, and suddenly there is news that someone is stealing from the back, although I don't have a good impression of humans, but I still have feelings for this planet. Dragons intend to destroy humanity, so humans won't sit still, if my guess is correct, someone will die with them with a nuclear bomb, there is no shortage of madmen in this world, and there is no shortage of madmen who are not afraid of death. ”

"Transaction successful?"

"It worked." Lu Mingfei nodded. "So what's next, don't let me stab that burning guy with a beer bottle?"

"Of course not." Ange quickly took out the suitcase, and the action seemed to be a rehearsal for a long time, and Lu Mingfei wondered if he had confirmed his promise.

Open the suitcase, assemble a large-caliber sniper rifle from it and hand it to Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei took it curiously.

"What model is this? I haven't seen it, it's not a Bartley M82A1 sniper rifle, the weight is wrong. There are no bullets yet, do you want me to be a burning stick? ”

The headmaster ignored Lu Mingfei and took out a cylindrical quartz glass sealed tube, which was a slender bullet, the warhead was dark red, like a simple polished red crystal, and the luster in it was flowing and changing.

"The Fifth Element, the Philosopher's Stone." The principal said. "Alchemy warhead, the warhead is constructed with pure spirit, only it can kill the Dragon King, to cherish the bullet, it is rare."

"Don't worry, I'm a marksman, every time I hit a balloon, I force the boss to cry and beg me every time." Lu Mingfei took the bullet and skillfully filled it into the magazine.

The Sage's Stone silently captured Lu Mingfei's spiritual power, as if there was life in the pitch-black magazine, and the red light was like flowing blood water.

The headmaster appeared on the lawn, he squatted like a leopard, sequel all his strength in the legs in the pose of a young man.

Long Wen chanted across the campus, and the figure confronted him, feeling a crisis from his soul.

Caesar and his party had already withdrawn from the circle, and Old Tang took advantage of the chaos to sneak out, but the figure was like kraft candy, unable to get rid of it, so he stared at himself.

Now that there is an old guy dragging him for himself, it is a little familiar, but no matter what, his own life is the most important.

The strange thing is that the surrounding environment seems to slow down, as if someone has pressed the double speed, and the running students, the dragons stretching their wings, and even the swaying of the leaves in the wind, the churning of the flames, have slowed down.

"The headmaster is really an old man, Shi Zero is so good, even the Dragon King has suppressed it, but it's a pity that it's a cripple." Lu Mingfei was holding a sniper rifle, and the dragon king in the camera was slowly closing his eyes.

He complained, but he didn't show any contempt for the old man who had stepped into the coffin.

There were only himself and the user, as well as the unawakened dragon king, who was not limited by words and spirits, and Ange was as fast as a leopard, flying over the lawn and down the fire escalator to the roof of Valhalla.

"It seems that the principal is a big thief of flowers, flying eaves and walls, and picking locks on sliding doors is so skillful, many young and ignorant girls are coaxed into bed by him." Lu Mingfei is like a moviegoer at the moment, let the screen fight and kill, and the BGM of Passionate Pengbai can't affect his complaints.

The headmaster approached the dragon king, with only the sword in his hand.

"Lu Mingfei!" The voice suddenly exploded, startling Lu Mingfei.

Immediately, Lu Mingfei made all the OK gestures, and the crosshairs of the scope did not leave the figure of the Dragon King.

At this moment, the figure of the dragon slaying warriors of the past generations reappeared, in the era when there was no science, they relied on the advantages of bloodline, courage and sacrifice, and broke through the limitations of being humans.

Around the dragons, the blazing flames emitted, but the speed was much slower than just now, like a slow-motion playback. The headmaster cut through the blazing crevice, and in the moment of closeness, he swung his folding knife and spun his body.

The dragon's arms fell, and before he could even react, he just stared ahead in a daze, as if he hadn't realized that the headmaster had flashed behind him.

The center of his forehead was cracked, and the headmaster had slashed it there with a folding knife. A crimson-gold eye burst out of the wound, turning slowly.

The third dragon's eye, his vital point, this is the perfect opportunity that the headmaster has created for him.

"Goodbye." Lu Mingfei saw a child's face from the scope, his face was childish, and he gently pulled the trigger.

The bullet sharpened by the Philosopher's Stone left the muzzle of the gun at a speed that he could observe with his naked eye. He didn't feel anything in his heart, his eyes didn't take his eyes off the scope, watching the bullet fly leisurely through the air.

Hit! Burning blood erupted from the dragon's eye, and the dragon clutched its forehead and roared hoarsely.

"Well done, next up is Norton, Lord of Bronze and Fire." The principal looked at the old Tang who fled in a hurry not far away.

The dragon flashed its wings, and the roof of the Valhalla flew towards the galloping old Tang.

Looking at the shadow that shrouded him, Old Tang was so shocked that he sat on the ground.

"Replace the live ammunition!" The principal's voice rang out in the communication channels of all the students.

They don't have time to think, they don't have to think, and the principal is the absolute leader on this campus.

Hundreds of guns were replaced with live ammunition and aimed at dragons gliding in the night.

They didn't notice that there was a person like Old Tang in the dark.

The dragon landed opposite Old Don, and behind him, hundreds of bullets slipped into the chamber, and the firing pin ignited the primer.

He realized what was going to happen next. He suddenly opened his wings, as if he had opened a huge barrier, enveloping Old Tang in it.

The gunfire ignited the entire campus in the darkness, and thousands of live bullets hit the dragon's body, and he lost the power of words to command metal, and could only block it with his back and wings.

The students kept changing magazines until they had emptied all of them, and they didn't dare to stop, and in the midst of such a violent barrage, the dragon stood still, not falling.

What a different kind of vitality this is!

The last bullet was out of the chamber, and the campus was filled with pungent gunsmoke, and everyone looked at the figure standing with wings spread like a god in the smoke.

Old Tang also watched, looking at his face. The dragon was broken like a crucifixed corpse, countless transparent bullet holes, and no matter how flexible his dragon bones were, after losing the power of speech, they were just a good material.

All the bones and joints on the open membranous wings were shattered into powder and were falling piece by piece.

He no longer flowed brightly, turning a bleak gray-white, and he smiled wearily at Old Don, "Brother... ”

"No, don't look for me! I don't know you! Old Don screamed and turned his head to run out, and behind him, the dragon's body collapsed.