Lu Zefei just looked at Xia Mi directly.

Xia Mi was stared at by the other party like this, and she couldn't help but protect her hands in front of her chest, she warned: "Hey, hey, what do you want to do?" You don't want to be confused for a while, and do something stupid about three years of blood and death without losing money. ”

Hey, hey, are you mistaken?

Lu Zefei was quite sympathetic to Xia Mi, but when the other party said this, the atmosphere was destroyed in an instant, and he mocked angrily: "Please, just your flat plate, the breasts are not abundant, the buttocks are not warped, and it hits the nail on the head, ridiculous, ridiculous!" ”

Moreover, you Xia Mi is the dragon king, even if it is a declining dragon king, but to deal with me, isn't it still a matter of your old man's fingers?

Even if you say you might be raped.

But shouldn't it be Lu Zefei who should be worried?

What was she worried about.

Of course, if he was really forced to that step, with Xia Mi's appearance, Lu Zefei might be obedient.

The rain gradually stopped, Lu Zefei said goodbye to Xia Mi, and agreed to go to school together tomorrow, Lu Zefei planned to go back to his aunt's house.

......

......

It's a terrible city, especially on rainy nights.

Every rainy night was exceptionally cold for Chu Zihang, and every raindrop was filled with a bone-chilling chill, sprinkled from the rising clouds.

It is as if there is a cold winter hidden in it, and liquid snow is sprinkled on the people of the world.

A flash of trance flashed across his well-defined face, and he stood by the windowsill, slowly reaching out his hand, feeling the tiny raindrops.

I don't know how long it rained, the clouds and rain stopped, and Chu Zihang was still stunned and looked at the lead clouds.

That rainy night, that Maybach.

The handsome face was as sharp as a knife in the reflection of the rain.

In Shilan Middle School, there are many girls who have a crush on Chu Zihang, and there are even many girls who are jealous and tear their faces for the latter.

......

Lu Zefei walked alone on the empty street, it was already past eleven o'clock at night, and the street was deserted and there was no one.

However, after awakening the Spirit Scavengers, Lu Zefei found that although it was late at night, he was not tired at all.

He thought about it and decided to test his current physical fitness.

After all, the conditions were limited and he could not make more precise measurements, so he came to an open field and began to run.

Lu Zefei didn't run with all his might, he wanted to test his endurance more often.

After running for about an hour, Lu Zefei did not feel the slightest tiredness.

In his perception, if he continued to run at this regular running pace, his physical strength could even be maintained continuously.

Moreover, he could feel that if he ran as hard as he could, he should be able to run as fast as a car, no, even faster.

Even high-level hybrids shouldn't have this level of physical strength.

Of course, if Lu Zefei cooperates with the Pupil of the Wind King, although he can't accurately control the Pupil of the Wind King now, he can still do it when he changes the wind speed to increase his movement speed.

If the Wind King's pupil's attribute points can be increased to 10/100, he should be able to manipulate the wind element more subtly, and then perform some sassy operations.

Like Xia Mi using the wind to change the angle of raindrops falling, this kind of micro-manipulation Lu Zefei will definitely not be able to do.

In addition to the pupil of the Wind King, there are indeed some god speed spirit spirits that focus on speed, and compared to this kind of hybrid, Lu Zefei's speed is weaker.

And if you include means such as Violent Blood and Speech Spirit, the speed of the hybrid can basically be regarded as having no upper limit.

Lu Zefei suddenly remembered and understood one thing, Yan Ling is a person with dragon bloodline who gives orders to the rules of nature through the dragon script, so if he can understand all the dragon scripts, can he be exempted from other words and spirits?

There is a possibility.

......

After returning home, the aunt's family had already fallen asleep, in this world, Lu Mingze slept in a room alone, while Lu Zefei was crammed into a room with his younger brother Lu Mingfei.

He took a deep breath, and there was the smell of strawberries, the smell of oil from kitchen leftovers, and the smell of stinky socks.

Lu Zefei saw the source of this smell at a glance, Lu Mingze's shoes were stuffed with a pair of white socks wrapped in balls, 160 cm tall and 160 pounds of sweaty foot socks, which made people pinch their noses just thinking about it.

This stinky boy.

Lu Zefei has gradually integrated into this world, and although Lu Zefei hates his cousin Lu Mingze, he is still a family after all.

Lu Zefei opened the door and found that Lu Mingfei was not in the room.

"This kid, if you don't come home at night, don't you care about your aunt and her family?"

Then, Lu Zefei didn't bother to care about Lu Mingfei's kid, and turned over and got into bed.

In a daze, Lu Zefei's breathing became even, and his consciousness fell into darkness.

He had a long, long dream.

I only knew that the previous image appeared again in his mind.

He resolutely stood on top of the World Tree, and Lu Zefei's eyes had turned dazzling golden at this moment.

Behind the young man, there was a huge phantom of an immortal bird, and he stood on a high place and looked down, smiling silently.

This scene is like an ancient Indian fresco, and it is like an ancient god awakening from his slumber.

And at the foot of the World Tree, there are countless long snakes entrenched.

They have sharp fangs and bloodshot eyes.

They gnaw at the roots of the World Tree.

Lu Zefei didn't know why, when he saw the World Tree being gnawed, he felt like the other party was gnawing at his own body and heart.

He didn't know when his right hand had grasped the hilt of the knife.

He jumped off the World Tree, swinging his sword like a lion.

Lu Zefei had never touched the blade of a knife, let alone used a knife to slay a dragon.

But at this moment, Lu Zefei felt that the most shrewd knife technique was already familiar to him.

The long knife sent a blinding arc of light, and the hissing of the surrounding long snakes was gone, replaced by the sound of blood gushing from the wound, bones breaking under the blade.

A transparent air curtain opened in this chaotic world.

A deep, low roar emerged from the man's throat, like a morning bell at dusk, and an undead bird spreading its wings behind him.

The heads of the snakes were cut off one by one, and thick black blood slowly overflowed.

Lu Zefei held the blade in his hand and danced a waltz in the blood, and he slowly precipitated this treacherous knife technique.

He saw white spirits emerge from the bodies of these long snakes.

Time is not much, but Lu Zefei knows that there are still many snakes to kill.

At this time, I suddenly remembered the fairy tale I had read earlier.

Cinderella is helped by a witch and gets a beautiful set of clothes and a crystal slipper.

The surrounding rats turned into coachmen, pumpkins into carriages, ugly ducklings, into white swans.

He was transformed into a dragon slayer.

Lu Zefei was very happy, and he was very happy to see the death of these long snakes.

He didn't know that he was tired of killing, and at this moment, Lu Zefei saw a dragon join the team that was gnawing.

It was a pitch-black dragon, a black dragon with bone wings, a black dragon that symbolized despair.

The black dragon suddenly noticed the existence above the World Tree, noticed the blood on the opponent's knife edge, and showed a rare puzzled look in the golden pupils full of tyranny and killing.