Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 206 The Boring Little Monster
Fog, mine.

Little Unlucky sat on the ground blankly.

There was another loud noise, as if it was getting closer, but she didn't look at it, probably it was those monsters, they were still going to die anyway.

In addition to the pain of death, what awaits her is the curse from the devil, the hunger that is so crazy that she wants to eat her fingers, and the deep-seated hatred for this world and all life.

But none of this matters.

She is more afraid of being alone than she is.

No matter how horrible the pain is, it will become pale in the face of a long time.

Only loneliness will precipitate with time, like the water falling from the stalactites in the deepest cave, little by little, tick tock, hitting her heart full of holes, causing all fresh vitality to be lost.

She wants to, talk to people.

Everyone is fine, talk.

What do you say?Forgot, she remembered that she should be interested, but forgot.

She opened her mouth.

There is no sound.

She forgot why she appeared here and why she couldn't die no matter what, it was just that.

Little Unlucky felt that a very big monster was walking towards him.

How will I die this time?

Stamped to death, crushed to death, or eaten?
Of course, for the little unlucky girl at this moment, these thoughts would never appear at all. It was a long, long time ago. At that time, she would still think wildly, run around, and be afraid.

Now, she is not afraid.

Little Unlucky kept her head up, her eyes were originally beautiful like rubies or agates, but now they looked like two dried blood spots, looking faintly at the thick fog and the monster walking towards her.

The monster stopped.

The monster raised its foot.

"Boom!"

This time the loud noise was close at hand.

The monster exploded suddenly like a dandelion.

Ugly, disgusting crumbs flying all over the place.

When it fell, it turned into a drifting mist without a trace.

He came out of the fog.

He walked up to the little unlucky, squinting his eyes and smiling, as warm as sunshine in a spring afternoon.

"Got you."

Lu Mingfei gently stroked her hair.

It’s like playing hide-and-seek and you obediently hide in a small box, accidentally fall asleep, it’s getting dark, you want to go home, but you’re afraid, you can’t see anything outside the box, and there are strange noises in the corner , You think of the monster that ate children in the story, you are so afraid that you dare not move, you are so wronged, you are so wronged that you even cover your mouth when you cry.

Then he came.

The big brother who lives next door, the boy who squats at the door with a piece of watermelon in the summer evening, always kicks and kicks in flip-flops, and his hair is messy and too lazy to take care of it. He is really a helpless guy , It's just that this person looks really good when he smiles, as if no matter how big a problem or sadness is put in front of him, it will disappear in an instant like this.

He said.

"Got you."

The heart shriveled and shriveled like a walnut suddenly poured into a clear spring.

But alone for too long, she has forgotten how to cry, how to laugh.

He just looked at Lu Mingfei like this.

"Can you go by yourself?"

Lu Mingfei asked her.

"Well, it looks like it won't work."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"sorry."

As he said this, he bent down and hugged the little unlucky.

The girl is so light.

Like feathers, like white paper.

It gives people a feeling that she will float up and fly into the sky like a balloon or a bubble if she throws it casually, flying continuously and non-stop.

"Let's go find her."

Lu Mingfei said softly to Xiaobaoluo.

He walked out of the mine with the girl in his arms, and the evil spirits waved their ugly bodies covering the sky, and the young boy's back stood upright facing the terrifying ocean, like a hero facing natural disasters alone in an ancient mural.

The so-called hero is the kind of guy who can do what ordinary people can't.

The boy lit the golden pupils.

"roll!"

The almost inhuman cultivation at the peak of body training, the real S-level dragon blood, and the sonic secret technique inspired by the two.

It's not about majesty, it's not about power, it's not about status or money.

The true greatness is the greatness of force, the greatness of absolute and irreversible force.

Centered on young people, the evil spirits collapsed in pieces, painting an invisible fog, they wailed at the end of their lives, and their sins turned pale into nothingness, turning into nothing, as if they were dedicated to the emperor's trip Most devout hymn.

The boy walked through this hymn.

…………

Japan, Tokyo, Genji Heavy Industries.

No one knew that the real status of such a seemingly ordinary building was actually quite different from that of the Emperor's residence.

The Tianhuang Palace under the sun is even higher, and it may be more appropriate to use another name, the Shadow Palace.

Genji Heavy Industries, 18 floors.

The door made of special alloy is a stricter insurance than the vault, but the difference is that the vault guards against intrusion from outsiders, while this alloy gate guards against the monsters inside.

At least, that's how the medical staff working on the 18th floor saw the girl, monster.

Behind the security facilities far beyond all the prisons and mental hospitals in this world is a dark room.

The only source of light comes from a computer with a bright screen.

The girl in the red maiden costume is kneeling in front of the screen, holding the game controller tightly with a pair of pale, slightly sickly little hands. The fingers jumping back and forth on the buttons show a sense of strength that is extremely inconsistent with her delicate outline, reminiscent of summer The sudden rainstorm in the afternoon was the control and confidence of a general in a hundred battles, and this belonged to her domain.

It's a pity that the little yellow duck on the girl's head slightly ruined the awe and solemnity of this scene.

But it doesn't matter.

Her field is her field.

hum.

As long as she is playing games, as long as she is the King of Fighters, the girl has the confidence that she will never lose to anyone.

Originally... it was like this.

Looking at the big "WIN" on the screen, Miko nodded, just like his brother would coolly put down the knife after every battle, and she also put down the handle very coolly without showing any weakness.

Another victory.

The girl clasped her hands on her head and stretched her waist. Maybe it was because she was the only one in the room, or maybe it was because of other reasons. The girl didn't care that her movements would reveal a large piece of cold white skin. It was already loose, not to mention that she had so little lining inside that it was exaggerated.

When the round was over, the girl couldn't wait to go back to the higher-level page and check her friend list.

When she found that the annoying "big devil" was still in the dark state, her little face was swollen into a bun because of anger, and she grabbed a bear doll viciously and beat it, making the stickers on the little brown bear's forehead messed up. fly.

That sticker says exactly what it says.

"Big Nasty Devil"

It seems that the girl really hates a certain guy.

The girl is like a child, emotions come and go quickly, she quickly put the nasty big devil little brown bear aside, crawled twice with hands and feet, and grabbed the computer like "hey".

Of course, "Hey" is just a mouth shape she made for herself, Erika can't speak, and she remembers her brother's words firmly.

The girl was lying on the tatami mat, propping her chin with one hand, and sliding the touchpad with the other, browsing the information on the website boringly.

What are you doing?
My brother ran out to play alone again without Erika.

The big devil didn't know why he couldn't find anyone.

So boring, so boring, so boring.

The girl rolled from left to right with a grunt, stopped for a while, and rolled back to the left with a grunt.

Got it!

Supporting the ground with both hands, she straightened her upper body in one breath. The girl's eyes were shining brightly, and she seemed to be in a very excited state.

She knows what to do!

Watch the video, watch the video, watch the video.

La la la, watch the video.

Although she didn't speak, the girl's psychological activities are not small at all.

Finally found the highlights, this is the battle replay of the world's No. [-] King of Fighters Invitational Tournament, and there are several battles between her and the big devil.

Really, I get angry when I think about it. Erika actually lost to others in the King of Fighters game, and lost four times in a row. The girl felt that she couldn't just let it go. I have practiced hard, hum, the little monster now is not the little monster yesterday!The third level of super little monsters!Hmm, or ultimate evolution or something.

Speaking of which, Pikachu is so cute.

The girl sat there blankly for a while, and soon, when she came back to her senses, she shook her head vigorously and continued to flip through the video.

However, Eri Yi has been practicing hard, and that nasty big devil disappeared without saying hello, really angry, super angry!

Hmph, just wait, big devil, Erika will definitely give you a good beating!
The girl who silently made a big wish in her heart found the video she wanted with great satisfaction.

This is the closest she's ever come to defeating the archdevil.

It's a pity that she was just a little bit close in the end, really just a little bit close, and she could win.

So the girl decided to watch the replay video twice more, to study and learn, and strive to be able to beat the opponent handsomely next time she meets a big devil.

The girl immersed in fantasy involuntarily raised the corners of her mouth.

But just as she was about to click into the video, she suddenly noticed the link at the top of the page.

The link was so big and so obvious, the girl blinked curiously.

[Live: Trial of the Iron Throne. 】

what is this?
The girl thought for a while, blinked, and suddenly turned her head to look to the side, as if she was expressing that Erika was not interested at all.

It's just that the corner of her eye that has been staring at Link has betrayed her mood.

Finally, she quietly clicked on the link.

My brother seems to have said that you can't mess around on the Internet.

Erika is not messed up, Erika has thought about it carefully.

The girl nodded seriously, as if she was using this gesture to add persuasiveness to her actions.

In short, a new page appears.

The girl immediately cast a curious look.

That's one ID after another.

With just one glance, she spotted the nasty guy.

Humph, big devil, Erika has found you!

The girl blinked.

She smiled happily, moved the mouse, and clicked on the ID of "Great Devil".

Just like that, the live broadcast screen was displayed in front of her.

The girl slowly opened her eyes wide.

What an exaggerated and incomprehensible picture this is!
…………

"No... I don't understand."

In the corner of the black Internet cafe, little Amber curled up in a chair.

She widened her eyes and opened her mouth wide, staring at the picture on the screen.

Behold the majestic stick figure.

A small town made of pixel squares, monsters made of pixel squares, and stickmen with the words "Big Devil" on their heads walk fearlessly in it. The programmer who worked overtime for a week and passed out on the job accidentally knocked over the instant noodles and even the code that collapsed, turning into a flood of pure "0" and "1" data.

This... what does this mean?
Isn't the big devil the one who beat the King of Fighters super?
So this live stream is...

There are many people who have the same confusion as Kohaku.

Suddenly, without any warning, the live broadcast link of the Iron Throne Trial appeared on the pages of the Hunter website and the King of Fighters Invitational.

Anyone can click on the link to enter the live broadcast room, and then choose any one from the dense crowd of testers to watch the trial live broadcast centered on him.

Looking at this title, ordinary people may think that the Iron Throne is just a new game or something, but the mixed races have a different point of view. They know what the Iron Throne represents. This is the highest authority in the world. When they realize this After one o'clock, the mixed race organizations in the world took measures almost at the same time, trying to block this link, so as to prevent ordinary people from knowing the secrets of the mixed race.

This is a challenge and a blasphemy to the Abrahamic blood deed!

I don't know how many powerful mixed races sat in front of the computer and waited for it. While moving their fingers to prepare for the war on the Internet, they clicked on the link.

So, they saw it.

The... stickmen who are taking part in the trials of the sacred Iron Throne.

No one knows what kind of inner activities the noble half-breeds have when they see those naive stick figures.

In short, countless keyboards were scrapped at the same time on this day, which was quite thorough.

After a short period of shock and stunned, the mixed races quickly accepted this fact.

The stickman is the stickman, although it is a bit strange, but in a sense, it also protects the secrecy of the mixed race, maintains the sanctity of the Abrahamic blood contract, and they don't have to work hard to prepare to eliminate the problem of influence.

Then there seems to be only one thing left to do next.

The noble mixed races were holding red wine or cigars in their mouths, and some of them held their weapons upright. In such a chilling atmosphere, they carefully watched the legendary blockbuster of the stickman bravely entering the pixel city.

Don't doubt, the legend here is a literal one, a real legend.

In any case, this is the Iron Throne, one of the sources of the four bloodlines of contemporary hybrids, and the trials related to it, what else can they be if they are not legends?
Oh, and it could also be a myth.

It's just that the content of the live broadcast is really confusing.

This is the perspective of most of the testers.

A stickman stood motionless, and just when you thought it was a video card, the stickman suddenly exploded, turning into a green torrent of data.

Does this mean dead?

Just when you had such an idea, you saw the torrent of data condensed into a stickman again.

Mixed race: ...

(End of this chapter)