Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 41 Screen
"Why have you been here for so long? Isn't the '3E' exam only two hours long? Did you sleep in the principal's office?"

As soon as he opened the door of the dormitory, Lu Mingfei saw Finger sitting at the table complaining to him with a face full of complaints.

"Don't tell me, I really slept in the principal's office." Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"Huh? You didn't sleep through the whole exam, did you? Did you answer the questions? How many papers did you answer?" Fingel jumped up, his face quickly covered with tension and worry.

This matter cannot tolerate Fingel not being nervous!
If Lu Mingfei failed the "3E" exam and was expelled from school, it was not important to him, but the thousands of dollars he raised for Lu Mingfei to pass the exam were very important!

If this guy treats the principal's office as a convenience hotel and sleeps through the whole exam without answering a single question, the principal will be so angry that the old man will directly scratch Lu Mingfei. It doesn't work!
He, Finger, bet all his wife on it and still hoped to rely on this kid to make a comeback. If he lost everything, he would pull Lu Mingfei and jump off the rooftop of the boys' dormitory together, and he would die together. !
"Hmm...it seems to be eight, the principal told me so, the eight blank sheets seem to be filled."

"Eight? Eight! Wuhu, Wuhu! Take off, take off!" Fingel was so excited that he leaned on the steel pillar supporting the bed and did a pole dance.

"Stop it, senior brother, I don't want to wake up with needles tomorrow." Lu Mingfei sighed softly, unable to bear to look directly at him.

"My dear junior brother, do you know what it means to write eight papers? As long as you don't scribble with your eyes open, but really resonate with you, you can fill up the eight test papers. The level is almost certain to pass!"

"The last one who seriously filled up the eight test papers was the last 'S' class 40 years ago. He might have become a peerless dragon slaying master, but it is a pity that he committed suicide by swallowing a gun later. Alas, the most dazzling Stars are always fleeting, and few 'S' geniuses end well..." Fingel sighed.

"...I always feel that you are connoting someone..."

"But since you, Junior Brother, have fulfilled your ideals, let's celebrate!" Fingel pointed to the table covered by a layer of silver tablecloth.

This is what Lu Mingfei promised Finger before he left in the morning: "As long as the result of the '3E' exam is satisfactory, I will treat you to a big meal at my own expense, authentic German cuisine!"

The silver tablecloth is made of very high-grade materials, and the cloth surface reflects the dazzling light. Lu Mingfei touched his shriveled stomach through the high bulge of the tablecloth, as if he had seen the exquisite and full-bodied dishes under the high-end tablecloth. Food!

Fingel pretended to be a waiter, and shook the high-end tablecloth away with a smile, not forgetting to match the ups and downs of the music in his mouth, "Dengdengdeng...deng!"

"Wow, what a domineering...pork knuckle?"

"pork hock!"

"Sauerkraut?"

"Yeah, and mashed potatoes!"

"Damn it, I should have thought of it earlier!" Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes when he saw the extremely familiar food under the high-end table cloth, and his appetite was greatly reduced.

I was out of my wits to fantasize about what kind of high-standard meal Fingel could really prepare for me. This standard canteen three-piece suit is already the limit of this guy!
"Eat, junior brother, I specially bought two servings, isn't it big enough? This way we don't have to fight for a share of food, so as not to affect the relationship between our seniors!" Finger took the lead A crispy roasted pork knuckle was placed in his mouth, and he said vaguely.

In fact, in order to promote the relationship between the students during the school season, buy one get one free for the food in the cafeteria. Finger originally wanted to buy one at half price, but was rejected by the cafeteria aunt.

"Well, grand, whoever says senior brother that you are a mule or a loser in the future, I will be anxious, senior brother, you should be a Pixiu!" Lu Mingfei scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes.

"What is Pixiu?" Finger finished eating his pork knuckle, then calmly stretched out his hand to Lu Mingfei's portion, and Lu Mingfei slapped it away.

"It's a divine beast in our place, don't worry, it's not a curse word." Lu Mingfei quickly dried up the mashed potatoes and ate pork knuckles.

"Hey, thank you for the compliment." Fingel believed it. "But Junior Brother, after you finished the '3E' exam, didn't you notice any difference in yourself? Do you have a feeling of clarity and a new look?"

"Brother, I'm going to the principal's office to take the exam, not to take a bath in the bathhouse, and I'm from the south, and southerners generally don't take a bath."

"It's strange. Didn't you have the urge to sing along to Long Wen in the music during the exam? You haven't awakened your language skills?" Fingel asked, scratching the back of his head.

"Do I have to have the urge to sing a song after I wake up Yanling?" Lu Mingfei asked rhetorically.

"Of course there must be, because the hybrids need to chant before releasing the speech spirit. This is common sense. The speech spirit, as the name suggests, is the power hidden in the words!" Fingel explained.

"Generally speaking, the higher the bloodline, the faster the singing speed of the hybrid, but no matter how fast the singing process is still necessary, unless it is the Dragon King, but that is the innate power of others, we can only borrow it Fire stealers of their power."

"Oh, I understand." Lu Mingfei nodded, and engraved the phrase "a hybrid needs to sing to release his speech spirit" deeply in his mind.

"Then junior brother, what did you see in the spirit vision?" Fingel took out a pen and paper, with a look full of curiosity.

"Brother, did you check your household registration?" Lu Mingfei glanced at Finger who kept asking questions.

"Don't forget that I'm the head of the news department, I have to be professional, don't I?" Fingel took out the recording pen in his pocket and the camera hidden behind him, "This is an exclusive headline about the 'S' class Ah, there are thousands of pairs of eyes in the academy staring at you, why not give senior brother a chance to break the news? Senior brother is so generous to treat you to a German meal..."

"Okay, okay." Lu Mingfei waved his hand violently, interrupting Finger's chatter, "In the vision... I saw me sitting on a chair."

"A chair?" Fingel was stunned, and the pen in his hand circled hesitantly in mid-air, somewhat unable to write.

"Yes, it's just a chair." Lu Mingfei nodded heavily, then he wiped his mouth, got up and picked up the Guanshi Zhengzong in the corner and prepared to go out, "Thank you for the hospitality, brother, I've finished eating, I'm going out to practice Erjian."

The sunshine in the autumn afternoon was not too hot, and the overflowing warm sun flowed on Lu Mingfei's body. Fingel's question brought back his memories.

After falling into the abyss with Lu Mingze, Lu Mingfei fell into a second spiritual vision, until now he still feels a deep sense of unreality when he recalls that scene.

In the doomsday when the sky was stained red with blood, the throne built of keel rose up from the ground, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. Lu Mingfei sat on it, as cold and arrogant as a lonely god.

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