"Captain, don't even think about collecting this thing...... Except for the two of Principal Angers and the Vice Principal, no half-breed force can swallow this treasure alone."

"Even if these two old perverts are suppressed, but the school board behind the academy, which is responsible for paying for their sky-high bills every year, must also try their best to strike first, otherwise they will live up to the truth that the building near the water will get the moon first!"

Fingal's hand seemed to be glued to the keel cross, and his gaze revealed an emotion similar to "", as if caressing the skin of his lover.

"So that's why I want to make the Weeping Angels independent......

Lu Mingfei said coldly, "You are too easily deceived."

"You dragons haven't been purified yet, and your minds are thinking about dividing their legacy and the whole world; You only saw the dragon bone of the White King, but you didn't think about who killed it."

Hearing this, Fingal woke up suddenly, as if he had been splashed with a basin of cold water, he shivered all over, and lowered his palm from the white king's keel cross.

This is the White King, an existence of almost the same level as the Black King.

Her awakening, which should have sparked a monstrous rage that swept the world, was only killed in the aftermath of a catastrophe that even Tokyo could not destroy, and was transformed into a dragon bone cross.

And the boy in front of him with an indifferent look ...... After they withdrew from the Nibelungen, no one knew what kind of battle had taken place inside, and how the White King had been killed.

Greed drawn to the bones of the White King was shattered, and Fingal remembered the white dragon that had manifested itself in the thunder of the Nibelungen a few hours earlier, only the sound of a reviving heartbeat was like someone striking the heart with a hammer......

There's no possibility of a creature of that level committing suicide and sending a keel, right?

In short, the warband leader left the Nibelungen alive, with the White King's keel cross...... There is only one possibility.

"The good news is that not many people know that this keel cross is the White King. But given your erratic manner and unclear relationship with the two Headmasters of the Academy, I want you to think this keel is of some inferior species, my dear...... Brother Fingal."

Lu Mingfei's tone and eyes were full of cold warnings, after all, this brother had been in the group for the shortest time, and he usually did not show any pious behavior towards the emperor.

"Uh...... The principal and the vice-principal should also hide it together?"

Fingal shuddered again, not daring to giggle again.

"Hide it for now. Wait until the weeping angel has the ability to stand on his own."

Lu Mingfei said.

"What are you going to do with the Japanese branch? They are all the White King's...... Bloodline."

"Who would have thought that there is no history on the surface of Japanese hybrids...... In fact, they are the ones with a long history, and their bloodlines were given by the White King himself."

"Your actions are killing their gods, whether they love you or hate you, they will definitely not let you leave with the treasure of the gods."

Fingal said.

"It's not their turn to decide."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

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The 30th floor of Genji Heavy Industries, the reception place of the temple is called the temple.

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Led by Sakura, Lu Mingfei stepped over the vermilion torii gate, and the walls on both sides were carved with various ghosts and gods in Shintoism.

From the solemn Amaterasu and Tsukiyomi to the mighty Suzuo no Na, there are also vicious demons, some with lion-like faces and fangs, and some sitting cross-legged on the pile of skeletons, surrounded by wind and clouds, as if a hundred ghosts walk at night.

All the way forward, Lu Mingfei ignored the so-called etiquette, and walked straight to the stone table with black and white to form a round Taiji diagram, and the eyes of the six people at the table immediately turned over in unison.

Except for the young director of the Executive Bureau, Yuan Zhisheng, the other five people focused more on the silver-white keel cross that Lu Mingfei carried.

"There should be eight people in the Eight Snake Qi families, how can there be only six people?"

Lu Mingfei also glanced at the five people, the Jingyue in his hand acted as a cane, and the blade of the sword sank into the hard concrete ground.

In addition to Miyamoto Shio, Inuyama and Gen Zhisheng, the other middle-aged men in suits, young women, and gloomy old men should be the heads of the Ryoma family, the Sakurai family, and the Wind Demon family respectively.

Counting the head of the Uesugi family who was almost abducted, now Lu Mingfei is only the head of the orange family, and he hasn't seen it yet.

"The eldest patriarch is ill today, so he entrusts us with full agency."

Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath and tried to put away his absent-minded look, "Can you tell us who that keel cross behind you belongs to?"

"You don't know?"

Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, but the heads of the house still want your personal recognition."

As the head of the Miyamoto family who witnessed Lu Mingfei fighting with the White King, his attitude was obviously warmer.

"It's the alien named the White King, and judging by the dragon bloodline, you should belong to her descendants."

Lu Mingfei said.

"You really killed the gods! It's incredible!"

Miyamoto stood up from the table excitedly, his eyes blazing—and at the same time a hint of fear.

Although the video taken in the Night Eclipse Plains is a little ambiguous, the bright golden meteor that fought with the hideous Yaqi Great Snake Ancestor was undoubtedly the young man in front of him.

"You're right, that White King is indeed our ancestor, but I'll get straight to the point, Lu Jun......

Gen Zhisheng sighed softly, as if he was not good at turning around the corner, and said bluntly, "The keel cross left behind after the fall of the gods...... Are you willing to sell it back to the Snake Eight Family?"

"The Eight Snakes are willing to pay 100 billion yen to buy the dragon bone of the White King."

"I'm not here to talk to you about business."

Lu Mingfei shook his head, "This alien bone has no intention of being sold to any half-blood forces, it only belongs to the Weeping Angel."

"Weeping angels?"

The heads of the family all had puzzled looks on their faces.

"The warband I built."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Do you represent the secret party?"

The head of the Wind Demon family asked in a deep voice.

"I don't represent any half-breed power, only myself."

It sounds ridiculous and naïve for a child to build an unknown warband in a half-breed society.

But including Yuan Zhisheng, no one dared to underestimate Lu Mingfei.

This warband had just killed the White King.

"I'm sorry, Lu-kun. In any case, please leave the dragon bones of your ancestors in Japan, it represents an eternal friendship with the Snake Qi Hachiya."

The head of the Sakurai family, who is both beautiful and scheming, said softly that she is like a fish in water in the business world, trying to impress Lu Mingfei.

"I'm not very interested in your friendship, what if I say no?"

Lu Mingfei looked at him coldly, "Do you want to rob it?"

He gently pulled out the pure moon, and his eyes re-bloomed with shining golden intent, scanning the six heads of the Eight Snake Qi families present.

Everyone present felt a cold chill, and even the head of the Miyamoto family, who was the least good at fighting, grabbed the blade beside him.

White Chapel