Chapter 121: A Few More Shots!
After a while, Lu Mingfei spoke: "Boss, you can start the first blood explosion now, in case there is any emergency, I can handle it here." β
Caesar shrugged and handed the small bottle he was playing with to Lu Mingfei, "Then you can take it first." β
Lu Mingfei took the alchemy potion, while Caesar sat cross-legged on the bed, repeated the method of blood explosion again, and then slowly closed his eyes and activated the blood explosion.
Caesar's body began to grow scales, his breathing became long, and his heartbeat was as low as thunder.
Lu Mingfei held the alchemy potion in his hand, and sat on the chair seemingly casually, but in fact, he focused his attention, and his golden pupils quietly lit up, ready to use explosive blood and words at any time - the vice principal's alchemy matrix had no effect on him.
Once the boss has a tendency to further dragonize, it means that he may be devoured at any time, Lu Mingfei will immediately interrupt him, and use the alchemy liquid to degrade the boss's bloodline - the medicine bottle itself has the ability to turn the medicine liquid into mist and integrate it into the target's body when driven by a special method, as long as the other party does not resist or cannot resist, it is no problem.
With Lu Mingfei's strength, coupled with the bloodline degradation alchemy liquid produced by the King of Bronze and Fire, it is basically impossible for the boss to truly degenerate, the only problem is that Lu Mingfei is not sure how much bloodline he will degenerate at that time - this is already the lowest dose, and no matter how low it is, it will have no effect.
In fact, the main reason for the old Tang and their national travel is to visit modern Huaxia only incidentally, and the main reason is actually to find some hybrids or other dragon subspecies that have been eroded by dragon blood and have fallen into Deadpool to experiment with the effect of alchemy potions, and to check and fill in the gaps - just find some Deadpool and dragon subspecies, which have nothing to do with the Nibelungen, because they are not qualified to use the Nibelungen.
Thankfully, Caesar didn't fall into Deadpool in the danger of using Burst Blood for the first time.
The scales on Caesar's body gradually receded, he slowly opened his eyes, his expression was inexplicable, the golden pupils were dazzling and bright, clear as a mirror, Lu Mingfei seemed to see a burning coffin flash from the boss's clear pupils.
"Thank you." Caesar extinguished his golden pupils and nodded to Lu Mingfei.
"It's okay, I'll go first, boss, I'll see you in a few days." Lu Mingfei also extinguished the golden pupil and handed the alchemy liquid to Caesar.
He didn't ask the boss what the content of the fantasy was, not to mention that it must be the deepest obsession of the human heart, in case the boss also asked himself this question, then how would he answer?
"Oh, my obsession at the time was your current fiancΓ©e Chen Motong, and I was responsible for playing a gentleman who robbed people's daughters...... Chen Motong is responsible for playing the girl who was robbed. β
"But boss, you don't have to worry or worry, because now my obsession won't be her! And I didn't do anything in the illusion! β
β¦β¦ What the hell is this animal speech?
No one will believe that sentence at all, hey!
Lu Mingfei opened the door and walked out, and Caesar's voice came leisurely from behind, "Looking forward to your game...... and my easter egg role in it. β
"It's a very clichΓ© story...... Don't have inexplicable expectations! β
Lu Mingfei stumbled and almost fell without opening any bonuses.
At half past two in the afternoon, Fingal staggered out of the Department of Public Information premises with half a glass of Coke.
In recent months, the Ministry of Information has made a lot of money, not only with a cornucopia like Chu Zihang and Xia Mi, but also with Lu Mingfei and Zero, because the two of them belong to the type of trickle and long stream.
"The money of CP fans is really good." Fingal thought so and grinned.
(Fingal's personal thoughts, not the author)
As the biggest contributor, Fingal collected 80% of the proceeds alone, and the remaining 20% was given to the younger brothers who were responsible for the work.
So of course he was happy...... Recently, I dare to order two glasses of Coke when I eat fried chicken!
Suddenly!
Fingal frowned, half a glass of Coke in his hand fell, and he subconsciously deflected his body, trying to avoid the sudden attack......
But it's a pity that it doesn't have any effect, there is an alchemy matrix that closes the spirit of words in the academy, and Fingal, who can't use the spirit of words openly, escaped the fate of being shot in the chest by relying on the second burst of blood that was urgently opened, but he couldn't completely avoid the bullet, and two clouds of blood-colored mist burst open at the edge of his shoulder.
ββ¦β¦ Frigga bullets? β
There was no sharp pain in the shoulder, and besides, the bullet was just grazing the shoulder, and it was impossible to have so much blood, so Fingal reacted immediately.
Fingal didn't continue to push the burst of blood, his body swayed slightly, he squinted in the direction of the bullet, and raised his middle finger tremblingly in that direction.
"Fuck you uncle!"
Fingal then slowly fell backwards.
"It's a pity that I haven't finished half a glass of Coke...... Fingal thought to himself with some regret.
He lay down on the ground, and with his dizzy head, he pretended to be unconscious, and said in his heart that he hoped that the little brother would come out and find himself later, otherwise the ghost would know how long he would have to lie here......
"Bang!"
Another gunshot rang out, and Fingal was shot in the body again.
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He slowly typed a question mark in his mind.
"Don't you see? I'm already down! Can you follow the rules of the game?! β
But the other party had no intention of stopping at all, and continued to brutally and ruthlessly make up for six shots in a row.
A second before he fainted in the real sense, Fingal, who couldn't use the third burst of blood and words, reluctantly recited in his heart: "Your sister's ...... Wait for me to get up...... Pick up all the scandals of your ancestors for eighteen generations!! β
In fact, Lu Mingfei just calculated that the senior brother of waste materials did not dare to use all his strength openly.
Nine gunshots rang out in a row, and the students and professors in the academy naturally heard it, but since Norma didn't turn on the alarm, it probably meant that there was probably a small fight between the students.
Nothing.
This is just a trivial matter, they have long been accustomed to it, so most people don't pay much attention to it, only a few people with more curiosity opened the night watch forum and saw the post made by Chu Zihang, the president of the Lionheart Society.
"Because Lu Ming, the honorary vice president of the student union, was not entrusted, I and Li Jingxing, a member of the Lionheart Club, just fired a total of nine friga bullets at Fingal, the minister of information. The other party's request was that he had already missed tomorrow morning's class when he woke up, so he asked the school medical department not to inject him with the antidote in advance. β
"Also, Lu Mingfei said that if Fingal has any opinions, he can go to him after he returns to the academy."
So they fell silent.
What is this?
Did Fingal inadvertently provoke his S-class roommates, or did Chu Zihang, the president of the Lionheart, set up a blame and wanted to let the student union fight?
But whatever......
They invariably left a message under the post: "Good fight! Better a few more shots! β