The sound of Fingal reading echoed in the vast space of the waiting hall, and Lu Mingfei lay drowsy in the press chair after playing the last game.

Seamless connection, Jiang Xun didn't notice it, I didn't know when it started, Fingal's voice switched from Latin to a strange tongue-curling language, muddy and hoarse but as if there were thousands of ancient bells ringing in unison, not at all like human language.

Lu Mingfei's squinted eyes were half-opened, and there was a lava-like red-golden light flowing under his eyes, obviously the appearance was still the same person, except for the color of his pupils, but his temperament was completely different people.

The original decrepit boy was gone, and now sitting there was an emperor with the majesty of an ancient god, and the emperor's face flowed with the silence and sadness that I had lived for thousands of years.

Jiang Xun guessed that Lu Mingfei should have entered the state of spiritual vision, and the dragon bloodline would resonate with the dragon script, and when it resonated, it would produce the effect of 'spiritual vision', that is, he would naturally see the dragon script come to mind.

Except for the dragon script, everyone's 'spiritual vision' is different, but they will all see what they care about most in the depths of their hearts.

Jiang Xun's bloodline is too low, he has no resonance with Long Wen, and there is no 'spiritual vision' phenomenon.

He took the trembling toad dragon in his arms and looked down at the hairs that stood up on the toad dragon's back.

After all, the toad dragon was once a second-generation ancient dragon, and it was inevitable that he would be frightened when he saw an ancestor-level terrifying monster.

He pressed his finger on the back of Toad's head and ran his neck hair down his spine, calming him and grooming him.

Lu Mingfei slowly turned his head to look at Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun stroked the cat, and his calm eyes met the golden pupils flowing with flame-like light.

Chicago is a bustling city, where the footsteps of pedestrians, the honking of cars, the grinding of wheels and railroad tracks, all the hustle and bustle of the metropolis are gone, and only the sound of Fingal chanting dragons echoes in this silent space.

"Please advise me when we meet for the first time, Mr. Devil." Jiang Xun said softly.

Fingal walked to Lu Mingfei's side, the voice of chanting the dragon text stopped abruptly, the golden pupils in Lu Mingfei's eyes slowly extinguished, and the majesty of the emperor faded and turned back into the decrepit boy.

Lu Mingfei's pupils lost focus, his eyes were glazed, his expression changed, first surprised, his mouth opened slightly, as if he saw some kind of spectacular sight, then doubt, then fear, he suddenly jumped up from his chair with a scream, and hit his head on Fingal's chin.

"Ahh Fingal was hit by Lu Mingfei's hook and let out a scream,

Fingal's scream woke Lu Mingfei up, he looked at Fingal and asked strangely, "Big night, what the hell is your name?" ”

"I kindly reminded you that the car is coming, but you actually beat me, are you the reincarnation of Liu Bei? To be woken up is to kill. Fingal complained.

"It's Cao Cao," Jiang Xun corrected, "Cao Cao has two hobbies, one is to kill people in his dreams, and the other is to be a good wife, I don't know if Lu Mingfei has this hobby." ”

After Jiang Xun finished speaking, he picked up his luggage and winked at Lu Mingfei.

Person-wife or something, I'm not interested, Lu Mingfei carried his suitcase and followed them to the ticket gate.

When the three of them came to the ticket gate, a ghostly man stood there, the man had a golden conductor's badge pinned to his hat and wore a dark green conductor's uniform, like a conductor of the hell express in a horror movie, the car was so weird that it seemed as if it had just come out of hell, and the terminal was an endless abyss.

The conductor stood there ringing the bell and shouted towards the waiting hall: "CC1000 Express, passengers please get ready to board, passengers please get ready to board." ”

Fingal, as the senior brother, was the first to step forward to demonstrate, and he took out the ticket and handed it to the conductor.

The conductor chewed gum and blew bubbles, took Fingal's ticket and crossed the ticket machine, the green light lit up, and there was a "beep".

"Fingal, aren't you dropping out of school?" The conductor said, "I thought I wouldn't see you this year." ”

"I'm a man who has a beginning and an end," said Fingal, "and the car came so late, and my rank went down again?" ”

"You've been lowered to 'F', you've been lowered from 'A', you've gone from heaven to hell." The conductor said.

"I've really been reduced from a serf to a brute......" Fingal muttered.

Jiang Xun stepped forward the second, his ticket crossed the ticket machine, the dazzling red light lit up, the ticket machine made a piercing scream, and the four of them hurriedly covered their ears.

"What's the situation, is the machine broken? The people from the equipment department just overhauled it two days ago. The conductor brushed it again, still with a red light and a shrill scream.

"Senior brother, I've been studying for so many years, and it's the first time I've encountered this situation, are you using a fake ticket? There's no need, the Kassel Academy tickets aren't collectible," Fingal asked.

"That's right, Jiang Xun, did you get the wrong ticket?" Lu Ming asked with concern.

"No, it's the one sent by the academy." Jiang Xun smiled bitterly.

The conductor took Lu Mingfei's ticket and swiped it, the light was green, and the machine made a cheerful sound.

"Lu Mingfei?" The conductor's beautiful green eyes lit up, "I'm really sorry, there was a mistake in the scheduling, your class is 'S', but there are very few people of that high class, so the system is wrong, it's the same as the Millennium Worm." ”

“‘S’？” Fingal's eyes widened, "Isn't it just the headmaster who is 'S'?" ”

"Not only, but no more than ten." The conductor said that he looked at Jiang Xun again: "Don't be impatient, I'll make a call." ”

The conductor took out a mobile phone from his classical uniform, "The director is like this, there is a student here who can't swipe the ticket, I checked the ticket, there is no problem with the ticket, the student's name is Jiang Xun......"

Fingal patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder and said, "I didn't expect you kid to look decrepit, you turned out to be a noble Tianlong person, I can't see it, and my senior brother will rely on you in the future." ”

"Fuck off, you are the Draconian, and your whole family is the Dracon." Lu Mingfei pushed his hand away.

Tenryu is a world aristocrat and high-end person who lives in the holy land of Mary Joya in the Japanese manga "One Piece". Claiming to be a descendant of the Creator, he wears a bubble hood on his head because he thinks he is noble and disdains to breathe the same air as ordinary people, and he treats people of other races as slaves. Enjoy all the privileges.

Most of the Draconians are ugly, disgusting, and very badly beaten.

Fingal looked at Jiang Xun and asked curiously, "Senior brother, what level are you?" ”

"It's not talented in the next generation, and the bloodline is Z-level." Jiang Xun said.

“Z！ Z！ Z-level? Fingal's jaw was about to drop, "The academy has such a low rank?" I thought I was already the lowest. ”

"That's right, the real Z-class, if the senior brother is the animal class, I may be the paramecium class. However, I'm a paramecium, but I entered the school with the same principal's scholarship as the S-class. Jiang Xun showed off.

Fingal was jealous, he didn't get the Principal's Scholarship when he entered the A-level that year, and the Principal's Scholarship can be said to be the privilege of the S-level.

He looked at Jiang Xun suspiciously, when he heard Lu Mingfei say that he was S-level, he suspected that Lu Mingfei was the illegitimate son of the principal, but now it seems that Jiang Xun is the illegitimate son of the principal.

If you are not the illegitimate child of the principal, how can you be enrolled in the Z-level bloodline, let alone the principal's scholarship.