"The tea tastes good." Chen Mo gently put down the antique teacup embossed with blue glaze in his hand,

"It's just that I prefer to spend my time on business." Four majestic old men sat on the opposite side of the wooden round table, Zhao Anmin's white and fat fingers rubbed the delicate texture of the golden silk nanmu, his eyes narrowed shallowly, and the eyes in the thin slit swept back and forth on Chen Moran's face.

"Let's get down to business, then." Zhao Anmin nodded slightly: "You want to drive the warship into the Yangtze River?" ”

"Of course not, Ange is not old enough to faint, he is sensitive enough to make too many demands." Chen Mo shook his head: "A ship with the specifications of a scientific research ship is sufficient, but it may exceed some restrictions in terms of structure and weight, but this is not the point. ”

"So what do you think is the point?"

"The point is," Chen Mo knocked on the table, "The movement caused by pure-blooded dragons is always not small. ”

"You've found the location of the Dragon's Lair?"

"You can think so." Zhao Anmin somewhat understood Ange's thoughts, the biggest restriction on the power of bronze and fire is naturally the river with abundant water vapor, with the power of the dragon body, the threat of the dragon king will be minimized, and it is an excellent dragon slaying ground for the half-blood, which is an excellent opportunity for any force, but the dragon slaying force within the orthodoxy now has no energy to care about the awakening of the first generation.

On the one hand, these thousand-year-old families did not expect that the egg located in the Bronze City of the Yangtze River was an unhatched egg, and on the other hand, they also did not know that Ange held the trump cards named 'Norton' and 'Lu Mingfei' in his hands.

In the eyes of the orthodox patriarchs, the Secret Party is the most disadvantaged to let the half-bloods of the army and the incomplete twins fight in close combat, exchanging human lives for the opportunity to launch a fatal blow.

The four monarchs are truly close to immortal existences, and the best opportunity for the hybrid to kill the first generation is the semi-hatching juvenile stage, and the power and soul of the killed monarch will condense into a dragon bone cross, which is the sign of the real death of the first generation, and most of the time, the blood all over the ground is only an empty shell that is shattered at the touch of a button, and the king's soul has entered the next reincarnation.

Having faced each other in the most difficult times, the old man has an extremely keen political vision, and he knows that Angers cannot represent the dragon-blood family behind the secret party, those who have eaten behemoths in hundreds of years of exploitation and oppression.

The power of those gluttonous beasts, even if they have a thousand-year-old orthodoxy, cannot be underestimated. More than ten years ago, Chen Lingming defected and disappeared with most of the members of the Chen family, obviously before the defection, the relatively young head of the family had prepared everything, and with the power of orthodoxy in the country, there was no trace at all, and Zhao Anmin, who had been aware of it beforehand, only grasped the broken clues.

There was a third party involved, and he made a judgment. The Chen family was a family name that was absorbed during the Republic of China, but it had a high status with its influence at that time, which meant that a black hand that was in the shadows and knew a lot of internal information about orthodoxy was always ready to move.

He needed to get some information to help him better deal with external influences, the secret party

The "envoy" is a good breakthrough. It is no longer the time when you only need to care about 'housework', whether it is national or orthodox.

....... Lu Mingfei was a little restless on the slightly smaller Eight Immortals table on the side, and according to the distribution of seats in the room at this time, his position belonged

"The Kid's Table". Yang Huaizhou's face was calm, and his eyes did not shy away from looking at the thin boy opposite, while Lu Mingfei put his hands lightly on his knees, and he was a little stunned and cramped with the naked eye.

He didn't shrink his head to the ground because of a big man's gaze, but the aura that pressed from his right hand made him feel a little uncomfortable from top to bottom.

There was also a third person on the table of the Eight Immortals, and a girl with a rather unique appearance was lying on the table with her cheeks propped up, while her eyes were unblinkingly watching the movements on the table next to her.

Lu Mingfei has never seen such a girl who looks like a man, and objectively looks very beautiful, frankly speaking, he is a little sullen, in his first year of high school, he secretly ranked the appearance of the school girls in his heart, the top of the list is naturally his favorite literary girl, and he is considered to be a 'rice enemy' Su Xiaoqiao sits on the list, and Tanhua is led by the piano beauty Liu Miaomiao.

And the girl sitting next to him had a heroic and manly face, big and bright eyes, a slender neck, and large cheeks, which were completely different from the three small-faced beauties in Shilan, but she could not be described by such a word as dignified, because the girl's light black eyes were always surging with eager looks, and she was separated from the dignified and solemn by 108,000 miles.

But what really made him lose his mind was the dream on the plane, and Chen Mo's so-called after waking up from the dream

"Common sense popularization". There is also a kind of name in this world

The creatures of the "dragon", and many of them, including him, have dragon blood in their bodies

"Little Dragonman". No one would accept this kind of thing easily, and he even felt for a moment that this professor who had abducted himself to Xi'an was definitely guilty of some kind of unspeakable disease.

Or maybe he was sick himself. But combined with that real and weird dream, his attitude became uncertain, and he felt that his worldview was a little finished for a while.

Is there really a name in the world

The race of "dragons", who exist in the shadows of history and have never been discovered? But how did dragons, which were originally only born out of myths and legends and human imagination, come into being?

The earth in modern biological evolution theory will never evolve such creatures! And according to the surprisingly young professor, the monster in the dream was not a real dragon, but a human-dragon hybrid like them, named

"Deadpool" monsters. I thought that the room in front of me was full of and

The "monster" is a half-breed with the same blood, and he is terrified, and the most terrifying thing is that he himself is also these

One of the "monsters". When he was a child, he always felt that the part of his tail vertebrae was a little protruding, could it be that it was still an ungrown dragon tail?

He is a monster of human-dragon hybrid, his father and mother are also so-called hybrids, and his imagination when he was young seems to have come true partially, although his parents are not superhumans who save the world, but they are indeed very special, so special that their family of three has changed from mammals to half reptiles.

"Are you a countryman?" Yang Huaizhou suddenly spoke. Lu Mingfei glanced left and right before he realized that it was himself who was asking, and nodded sharply, nonsense, he is an authentic Chinese son.

Oh no, now you may have to consider whether the ancestor of that part of the dragon blood in your body is a native dragon in China.

"You're not a student in Kassel?" The girl also turned her head, glanced at Lu Mingfei, and asked with interest.

Lu Mingfei shook his head honestly: "I'm only in my third year of high school this year. ”

"High school junior? Did you go to school in Yenching? ”

"No, my family is in the sea, and I go to school locally." The girl glanced at Yang Huaizhou vaguely, and asked for the third time: "So are you going to go to school in Kassel in the future?" ”

"Probably." Lu Mingfei scratched his chicken-like hair: "After all, my grades are not very good, and it is a good thing that a foreign university wants me to be a pie in the sky." "It's this pie that is a little poisonous, he doesn't dare to mention anything about 'dragon's blood' now, Deadpool in the nightmare impresses him too deeply, almost giving him a traumatic stress, and even the two people in front of him are also overshadowed.

So is it a special move? The girl thought for a moment: "What's your name?" My name is Li Mingkong, and the person next to me is Yang Huaizhou. ”

"My name is Lu Mingfei." He replied. At this time, there was a sudden sound of extremely strong slapping on the table next to him, the old man Yang Ye pretended to be a good hand with a red face, with Zhao Anmin's kind face like Maitreya Buddha, it was really you singing and I appeared, red and white faces alternately went into battle, sophisticated old-school and effective conversation skills attacked Chen Mo in turn, one of the remaining two old men was a little absent-minded, and the other asked some extremely tricky questions from time to time to try to disrupt the formation, but it was difficult to build an inch.

Because he doesn't care at all, you can't make a concession from someone who doesn't care about the outcome of the negotiation, and whether or not Orthodoxy can help the secret party lift the curtain and cover the information barrier between ordinary humans and dragons has nothing to do with him.

It is better to say that once the curtain is lifted, mankind will inevitably experience a period of turmoil for a long time, and even if the secret party controls the power of some developed European countries and the United States, there will inevitably be turmoil, which is indeed a great thing for the dragon kings who are about to awaken one after another.

That is also the best time for Chen Mo to take it from the fire and take it from the fire. And maintaining the current pattern also has its advantages, even if there is a small butterfly effect, advanced memories can also allow him to get a certain head start.

The memory of his previous life made him still have some interest in Lu Mingfei, and Lu Mingze's favor and Ange's request made him come here to do a negotiation of interests between half-breeds, giving the 'Dragon Slaying Hero' Lu Mingfei a place to show his talents, and let the little devil try his best to induce him to hand over a quarter of his life.

It's a pity that Chen Mo has never been a single-minded and driven worker, touching fish is naturally a part, and carrying private goods on a business trip is not also the due skill of a qualified proletarian worker?

"Okay, okay." He leaned back, "I can say as much as you want to know, but there are some things that can't be known too many people." Under the pressure of his eyes, Li Mingkong, who was very interested in the conversation of the elders, had to give up and obediently followed the remaining two to the door.

"You can say it." Yang Ye opened his mouth and took a sip of tea.

"Something happened to the dragon vein, didn't it?" That sip of tea was neither up nor down in the old man's mouth, and he almost choked people.

Zhao Anmin took Yang Ye's hand, opened his eyes with sharp edges, and asked, "Where did you know that?" Have you met Chen Lingming? ”

"It's not important, the important thing is that now I know, and I'm not a member of Orthodoxy, which means that everyone can know that Orthodoxy has an extremely important dragon vein, and this dragon vein is now in trouble."

"This could lead to a war." Zhao Anmin said word by word, and his tone did not fluctuate.

"Doesn't it depend on your attitude whether or not it will cause war?" Chen Mo smiled and poured tea for his empty teacup.

"Are you really not afraid of death?" Zhao Anmin's hand was loosened, and Old Man Yang slapped his forehead, which made his eyebrows stand up, and his hair rushed to the crown.

"That's why I said it depends on your attitude." Chen Mo looked at the shaking tea: "Force is the last resort of the incompetent. "So as a last resort, your force must be strong enough.

Obviously, the orthodox force was not enough for Chen Mo to let go of their bottom line. Chen Mo lowered his eyes and said softly: "The secret party and even the half-bloods of the world may know about this, and

"Maybe" will not become

"Definitely" has a lot to do with whether you use force at every turn. ”

"What do you want?" Zhao Anmin stared at his lowered eyes and expression shrouded in shadows, and asked slowly.

"Dragon's Vein." Chen Mo raised his head and smiled: "I want to enter the matrix node of the dragon vein, it's a huge matrix, isn't it?" Through the construction of analytical matrices, I can deepen my understanding of alchemy. ”

"Old Yang." Zhao Anmin sighed softly: "Inform the family to prepare for war, recruit the dragon species that go out, give the government a preventive shot, and let the customs prepare." ”

"It's a neat refusal." The only young man at the round table could not but sigh: "You are decisively surprised." ”

"Some things are the bottom line." The wrinkles of the old man surnamed Zhao became more and more obvious when he was not smiling, and he looked extremely old: "The bottom line is not to give in, otherwise it will continue to give in, and there will be no bottom line at that time." ”

"Since you can't retreat, then I'll take a step back, as the love of the Chinese people." Chen Mo put down the teacup and stood up: "I can not enter the dragon vein, and even the power behind me can help orthodoxy block some restless hands." ”

"Do you mean you're not alone?" The old man replied in a heavy voice: "It seems that Chen Lingming, a traitor, has done it very thoroughly. ”

"If the traitor can't do it thoroughly, then there is more than a dead end waiting for him?" The young man commented: "The principle of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots is very popular. Chen Mo didn't mention his conditions after saying that he regressed, and Zhao Anmin didn't take the initiative to mention it, and sat back and watched Yang Ye's remote communication start to recruit and prepare for the war.

For a long time, when Yang Ye put down his mobile phone, the scene still presented a strange stalemate.

"There are already double-digit dragon species with true dragon blood in their hands rushing here," the old man finally spoke, "You're not afraid of death?" ”

"I'm not afraid of death," Chen Mo closed his eyes and said truthfully: "According to our concept, isn't death entering reincarnation?" Eventually, I will come back to this world. Zhao Anmin was stunned for a few seconds, he really didn't expect such words to come out of his mouth, and finally asked: "Then what are the conditions after your regression?" ”

"Ancient books of orthodox magic formations, all."

"Yes." Zhao Anmin nodded: "But until we settle the matter, you can't leave the orthodox clan land, and we will arrange for someone to watch closely." ”

"Deal."