The dark corridor should have been empty, and the road built in the middle of the mountain was a little damp and shady, and the man's fingers ran over the walls, leaving visible marks on the inner wall of the water-covered corridor.

According to records, dragons have the same strong sense of territory as the beasts that humans despise, and prefer to leave personal imprints on all lands, the latter undoubtedly using a variety of 'bodily fluids', but the former can leave traces in many more ways.

But whether it is the dragon text that leaves a deterrent on the border, or the excretion of waste materials, it fully demonstrates that they attach full importance to the territory, and the result of this bottom line being trampled on is often a life-and-death match for survival.

But there should be one

What does it mean that the "beast" is leaving traces on other people's territory? The king's domain, which belonged to him, slowly expanded, until it came to a standing wall.

This is a provocation and demonstration by the mother. The man smiled and turned back to the girl and asked, "Do you think our Headmaster Ange will be angry about this?" The girl shook her head: "I don't think so." ”

"I think he might be a little angry, and it's just for me, not Lisa, isn't it?" Chen Mo turned his head to look at the tall figure that suddenly appeared in the depths of the corridor, and smiled: "Headmaster." "Tonight, there are more than two uninvited guests in the 'unknown area' that has not been invaded for nearly a hundred years.

"It seems that there are two more people who will meet His Highness Konstantin tonight," the expression on the old man's face could not be seen in the shadows: "But this is not the same as our previous deal, I remember that Konstantin's keel cross belongs to the Kassel Academy." ”

"Now the price code has changed." Chen Mo's expression was bad,

"From your experience, you should know that even the conditions negotiated at the negotiating table can turn into a few pieces of waste paper overnight because of various things, such as the Panda Non-Aggression Pact."

"I'm old," Ange took off his gold-rimmed glasses, sighed and carefully wiped his scarf with his scarf, "Although I used to be half a politician, I really don't know what happened to the 'all kinds of things' that made our treaty invalid, I hope young people can explain it to an old man like me." ”

"First, I found Mr. Friedrich von Long in Huaxia, his current name is Lin Fenglong, and he opened an antique shop called Fenglongtang, and he lived a comfortable life." Chen Mo spread his hands: "Do you need me to say more?" ”

"No need." Ange turned and walked towards the depths of the corridor, his eyes lit up in the darkness were still sharp, but no matter how sharp the blade was, it couldn't hide another fact--- the blade that had been scraped off countless rusts had gradually decayed.

No matter how old he is, he is still old.

"I remember you weren't going back to school," the hundred-year-old man continued to probe without flinching, but with imperceptible exhaustion in his voice,

"Because of the fear of a non-existent hunt."

"When I decided to come back here, of course there was no longer a hunt that could be established," Chen Mo replied casually: "My life can only be mine." Behind him and Yin Lizabeth, there was also a bodyguard who never said a word, tall and thin, wrapped in a black windbreaker, black jeans, sneakers and masks, only the hair was chestnut, the hair quality looked great, but the color was a little rustic.

All in all, there is no fierce temperament of a bodyguard. Because of his presence, the White King, who was almost impossible to kill, left behind his last concerns.

Chen Mo walked into the observation room. His gaze swept over Constantine, whose chest had been sliced open, and narrowed his eyes to himself as he sat down with Ange.

He certainly didn't come for Konstantin's dissection. If he wanted to study the mystery of the Dragon King's body, Chen Moda could dissect himself by himself.

For the spiritual monarch, this is doable, but the process is somewhat complicated. Tonight's anatomy has a more important role.

This is an opportunity--- an opportunity for Lu Mingfei to accelerate his awakening. Under Chen Mo's tightly closed eyes, the glands created by the dragon's blood secreted a special substance, accompanied by the appearance of golden child sexual characteristics.

A low-ranking spirit was released. The leaves of the Sycamore Road seemed to tremble slightly, the stones on the road seemed to shake slightly, and the campus network in Kassel broke down again.

Nothing happened.

In the dark, the blonde girl covered her mouth stiffly, trying her best not to make the slightest sound, her slender little hand tightly grasped the corner of Lu Mingfei's clothes, and the fishy sweet breath rushed to her throat in an instant.

It's the same spirit. The two-way bloodline knot builds a bridge between the two releasers, and what follows is the collision of souls as a source of words and spirits.

When the spirit is released, the sorcerer will produce a wonderful vision, and the red silk threads are connected to dots of light of various sizes, the size of which interprets the blood of the target.

But some people have enough bloodline to hide themselves, and even more can kill the sorcerer through the resonance of the bloodline.

In that moment, Zero saw a white sun, its radiance almost swallowing up her own point of light.

The next moment, it vanished without a trace. Because of Zero's own nobility, because of the restraint of another bloodline knotter, she didn't receive much damage.

That's the signal of the promise. Chen Mo turned to Yin Lizabeth, who was sitting quietly on the side, and nodded with a smile.

Found it. Just like half a year ago, he found Lu Mingfei again. The puppet of fate, the puppet of the world, the protagonist of the dragon and the half-blood, his student.

He's no longer the decrepit kid he used to be, he can be a veritable 'S' class, he can lead the ignorant students of Kassel, he can fight dragons, and even.... He can become a name in the future

The alchemical mentor of "Flammel". But for the fate that Lu Mingfei has to bear, this is not enough, far from enough.

Things were supposed to be very simple. When she became a near-complete White King, there seemed to be nothing that could stop her, whether it was a god, a dragon, or something else, but under the chaotic storm of words and spirits, she could only become the residue of being decomposed.

Chen Mo opened his eyes, and in the ice cellar, those white-clothed devils maintained absolute concentration and a high degree of calmness while approaching madness, and their movements were gentle, as if they were playing short notes of eight and sixteen minutes, taking out the bloody organs.

Perhaps the academy will take a step further in the study of dragon blood because of this dissection. Because the regulator called 'Destiny' is swinging.

In the research institute deep in the mountains, the white king seemed to be able to see the black dragon hanging in the sky, the dark scales blending with the night.

Like

"Coincidence" and

"Destinies" seem to be indistinguishable from each other. Chen Mo pushed down a bargaining chip. A promissory note, worth a pair of keel crosses of the four great monarchs.

Yin Lizabeth scratched his palm, and her pale silver eyes met his. 'It's a big bet!

''My student, I'm definitely going to gamble on him.'' ''Do you really believe that your students would dare to run away from the academy like you?''

Can you even escape? "If he can escape, my disciple, what he must learn is to save his life."

''Your apprentice doesn't seem half as smart as you. ''And there's no second beautiful and clever Mademoiselle Laurent in the world to help him, right?''

The girl rolled her eyes at him, and she was very amorous. Chen Mo chuckled. But with Sakura's male color, he must have the protection of the Romanov's princess.

Perhaps, there will be one more help from the little sister of the princess of the underworld? Let's see if fate chooses to suppress me, an outlier, or help the protagonist of the world.

In the darkness, Lu Mingfei pushed open another door.