"I'll go first, and I'll get in touch later when I have a chance." Chen Wenwen waved her hand, not wanting to entangle any more, so she bypassed Lu Mingfei and continued to walk forward.

Only a lonely figure was left in the same place.

……

"In this city, there is one more sad person~~" Shang An hummed some lyrics of unknown meaning and closed the "Script" in his hand.

"It seems that Lu Mingfei is still going to Kassel after all."

Seeing Professor Guderian who came to Lu Mingfei's house again to make an invitation, and the little devil who forced Lai Lai next to Lu Mingfei, Shang An nodded his head a little boringly.

It seems that unless he really intervenes on a large scale, no matter what, Lu Mingfei will go to Kassel, and if he doesn't want to go, others will force him to go.

"This time, let's make you a supporting role, don't be so decrepit."

A gust of wind blew, and the small white book with the word "script" written on it was blown open by the wind, and the first page was full of the names of the main and supporting characters.

Among them, Su Xiaoqiao's name was circled in red, and he was the protagonist.

"The general plot has been chosen, and then it's up to you to interpret it to your heart's content."

"Mr. Dengshen, what kind of interpretation, is it acting?"

A girl in a white pajama walked downstairs with sleepy eyes on her face, wearing a pair of white slippers at her feet, her skin was as white as snow, revealing a pair of jade feet that were crystal small.

"yes, put on a big show." Shang An nodded and turned around, looking at the girl gently, "Eriyi, what's wrong?" ”

"I want to sleep." Eri opened her arms and said to someone.

Shang An looked at the sky, the sun had not yet set, and at this time, ordinary people might have just finished dinner, but it didn't look like it was time to sleep.

"Okay."

Looking at Eriyi's pitiful appearance, Shang An could only nod dotingly.

Got up and picked up the little one's Eri coat, and then walked towards the bedroom.

Eri's head was buried in Shang An's shoulder, and a hint of cunning flashed in her big pure eyes.

In this way, you can stick it with Mr. Lamp God again.

……

Lu Mingfei finally got on a plane to the United States and stepped on the station to Kassel.

Wait for the CC100 train on your ticket.

However, according to the conductor, the train does not seem to exist.

"Why, I don't stay in the country to go to school." In the waiting hall, Su Xiaoqiao joked that they were the same batch of students.

"Nope." Lu Mingfei scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

He still remembered that he swore to Su Xiaoqiao that he wanted to stay in China for the sake of Chen Wenwen, but he set foot on the road abroad in a blink of an eye, which was really ......

Su Xiaoqiao glanced at Lu Mingfei with some disdain, she had no doubt that as long as Chen Wenwen made a phone call, Lu Mingfei would run back to China again.

This man, why do you have to be a licking dog?

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but think of Shang An again, and she didn't know how he was doing now, whether the girl named Eri Yi could take care of him, and whether he would be unaccustomed to pushing his ass without his own help.

At this time, a voice interrupted Su Xiaoqiao's thoughts.

"Xiaoqiao, what do you think the Kassel Academy will be like?" Xia Mi, who was wearing a purple sweatshirt next to her, asked curiously.

She was really a little curious about this Western Nanxiang, a school that focused on slaying dragons for a hundred years.

"Don't ask me, I don't know." Su Xiaoqiao spread his hands.

Her dad even used his connections to ask the partners on the American side, but he still didn't know much about the news of the Kassel Academy, which was like an academy in a fog, and you couldn't see it for what it really was until you made contact with it in person.

Not far behind the few people, a man wearing a somewhat dirty flower shirt and a beard, like a homeless man, had come over at some point, and his eyes couldn't help but light up after hearing the conversation of several people.

"You're here for school too?" He asked.

Su Xiaoqiao turned her head to look, a sour smell came to her face, and she couldn't help but pull Xia Mi back a few steps.

After achieving the innate Dao body, her body is dust-free, and at the same time, her increasingly powerful senses also make her five senses more sensitive, which has advantages and disadvantages.

At least now she can't stand the body odor exuded by ordinary people, even her father can't get close to her within a meter now, which also makes her give people the impression that it is not easy to approach, this is still facing ordinary people, let alone sloppy.

Even if the body odor of the "homeless man" in front of him is not too heavy for ordinary people, Su Xiaoqiao really can't stand it.

Fortunately, Sister Xia Mi's body is fragrant.

Squeezing the soft little hand, Su Xiaoqiao glanced back at Xia Mi and smiled sincerely.

The comrades-in-arms who have been shot together are just different.

"Oh, no, I'm a good person." Seeing this, the 'homeless man' was a little aggrieved, and couldn't help but take another step forward.

"Stop!" Su Xiaoqiao hurriedly drank and said coldly: "If you get closer, break your three legs." ”

The smell of food scraps on the 'homeless man' was mixed with the smell of sweat, and she felt uncomfortable even from a distance of three meters.

The 'homeless man' trembled in fright when he heard this, and stopped in his tracks.

"Ahem, is it necessary to react so much?" Touching his angular face, he couldn't help but sigh to himself: Could it be that he hadn't taken a shower for a few days so the damn dust covered this handsome and compelling handsome face.

Then he said with some resentment: "I am Fingal von Frijns, and I am your senior, not a bum. ”

Seeing Su Xiaoqiao's obviously unbelieving eyes, he also took out a textbook from the satchel behind his back, a textbook mixed Latin and English.

"Is there anything wrong with this senior?"

Seeing this, Su Xiaoqiao believed a little, and restrained the disgust in his eyes, but his figure was still three meters away.

Fingal was a little embarrassed, so how could he answer, but after all, he was a guy with thicker skin than the city wall, he licked his face and said: "Two juniors, and this junior, I haven't eaten for a few days, can you invite me to a glass of Coke, it's better to have another hamburger." ”

Hearing that he was going to have a treat, Lu Mingfei subconsciously tightened his wallet.

He only has twenty dollars left on him now, and his aunt originally gave him five hundred dollars for living expenses, but when he went through the Chicago Customs, he was directly caught by the fat policeman for a dozen pirated CDs he carried, and he also paid a fine that made him tremble, which was really an unforgettable experience.

Hearing this, Fingal could only look at Su Xiaoqiao and Xia Mi.

couldn't stand the disgusting eyes of the greasy senior, Su Xiaoqiao finally invited him for a burger and Coke, and Lu Mingfei also had a share.

As a top little rich woman, especially when the family's business is getting bigger and bigger, and her father's several investments are like divine help, she is really not short of money.

If you really want to talk about wealth, even the richest man in China on the surface is not necessarily richer than Su's father now.

"Thank you boss, boss, boss."

Fingal was nibbling on a hamburger and smiling like a chrysanthemum.

Su Xiaoqiao looked at this Fen Bajie, who had a fight with Zhu Bajie, and couldn't help but step back a little.

Fingal doesn't mind, attitude doesn't matter, as long as he's willing to treat, he's a good person.

Several people sat in the waiting hall and waited for the train, perhaps because of their personalities, during which Lu Mingfei and Fingal gradually became acquainted, and some things about the Kassel Academy were also revealed in the conversation.

Su Xiaoqiao sat up boredly and began to recite the prayer method silently, and her spirit directly met her favorite brother Shang in the underworld.

Seeing this, Xia Mi simply joined in, and she would also pray for this method.

Looking at Su Xiaoqiao and Xia Mi, who were chattering with some gods, Fingal was a little surprised, for some reason the actions of the two reminded him of those sacrificial scenes, and he couldn't help but rub his elbow against Lu Mingfei.

"Junior brother, are these two juniors still religious?"

"I don't know." Lu Mingfei shook his head and said, "But Su Xiaoqiao gives me a really different feeling, how to say it, it's like ...... is like those who hide in the city or monks. ”

As he spoke, there was a look of yearning on his face.

After all, who doesn't have an urban immortal cultivator or an extraordinary dream.

"Don't be discouraged, maybe you can become a 'Stranger' too." Fingal patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder next to him, meaning something.

Lu Ming is not unclear.

The clock slowly slipped to two o'clock in the morning.

The waiting hall was already empty, and only the four of them were left.

The ringing of bells and the whistle of the train woke several people up.

"The car is coming, grab your luggage and get in the car." Fingal reminded.

Xia Mi and Su Xiaoqiao also opened their eyes, but there was an extra flush on their cheeks, and they were still a little unsatisfied.

"CC100 Express, the passengers are ready to board, the passengers are ready to board."

The conductor in a classical uniform suddenly appeared at the ticket gate, but the two guards guarding here seemed to have not heard the sound and were still asleep.

No matter how you look at it, it feels a little weird, like a scene from a dead train station.

However, several people are not ordinary people, Su Xiaoqiao looked very excited, Xia Mi's face was still cold, Fingal was ready to move on the surface, and Lu Mingfei was nervous, although he was a little puzzled, he didn't care too much about this weird scene.

Several people got into the car.

The carriages of the train are much better than expected, elegant European style, Victorian-style wall decorations, oak long tables and dark green leather sofas embroidered with gold patterns, which look quite luxurious, and several people have changed into Kassel school uniforms, which Lu Mingfei feels is more difficult to control than suits.

Wearing this school uniform, there is always a feeling of changing from a commoner to an aristocrat.

Professor Guderian looked at the three students in front of him with satisfaction, and it was obvious that he could not tolerate Fingal in his eyes.

Ignoring Fingal's protests, he was sent to another carriage.

After chatting briefly and relaxing the atmosphere, he began to introduce the school situation to several people.

Including the outrageous professionalism of Kassel.

However, except for Lu Mingfei, who didn't know about it, Su Xiaoqiao and Xia Mi were relatively calm, which made Guderian have to wonder if they had already opened their own bloodlines and had a certain understanding.

However, Lu Mingfei exclaimed at the right time, making him feel that he was indeed explaining to the new students.

"Our ultimate goal is ......" He paused, cleared his throat, and looked at a few people with some serious eyes, word by word,

"Slay the dragon!"

"Slaying dragons?" Su Xiaoqiao and Xia Mi also showed surprise, but only Lu Mingfei was real, both of them were actors.

Xia Mi's eyes were even more playful.

A dragon king can hang right under your noses.

But then she became a little dignified, and the vague fluctuations flashed away from Lu Mingfei's body, but it was enough for her to perceive.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that cultivating the Dao of the Bloodline and the Dao of Yin and Yang had greatly improved her, she would never have been able to detect this fluctuation.

This kid who looks very decrepit is not simple.

That breath just now, is it the Black King?

She pondered, her heart tightening.

Then I thought of something and relaxed.

Now, she, Natsumi, the king of the earth and the mountains, His Majesty the great Jörmungad, has become a retainer under the supreme Shang An's crown.

What a black king is not a black king, there is no fear at all.

Xia Mi, who hugged her thigh, no longer took her former old club seriously.

Su Xiaoqiao didn't feel anything, her strength was still a little worse than Xia Mi's.

Perhaps to convince a few people of the existence of dragons, another professor from Japan, Masashi Toyama, also took out a cylindrical glass bottle containing formalin, inside which was a pair of membranous wings, which looked quite fantastical, very similar to the mythical dragon, of course, more like a lizard.

"It's not going to be rubber, is it?" Lu Mingfei still didn't dare to accept the collapse of the three views he had cultivated for more than ten years.

Xia Mi looked at the little young dragon with interest.

Unlike some races, the factions in the dragon clan are very divided, and they even have a desire to devour each other, and this little red dragon is not from her land and mountain lineage, so she doesn't have any sense of racial insult.

Suddenly, the little red dragon that was sleeping in the glass bottle suddenly opened its eyes.

A surging dragon power spread, and the majestic vertical boy stared at the outside of the glass bottle, revealing a little fear.

This little red dragon, which was regarded as a specimen, sensed the call from the bloodline,

Awakened at this moment!

Masashi Toyama and Professor Guderian were shocked.

But fortunately, this little red dragon is in infancy, and it has been sleeping for hundreds of years, and it has no attack power, so it failed to break the glass bottle of this trait, and it closed its eyes a little unwilling to be exhausted.

"Hiss~"

Professor Guderian gasped as he looked at the three people in front of him.

"Could it be a bloodline call?" He guessed.

Repeatedly glanced at the three people in front of him, the bloodlines of these three people were all A or above, and the bloodline summoning was reasonable.

After all, although the half-bloods are not pure-blooded dragons, it does not mean that their bloodlines are poor.

The S-class bloodline assessed by the secret party has an existence comparable to the bloodline of the next generation, and every S-class that grows up is a legend in the history of dragon slaying.