Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 257 The Twins

Time always flies by, at least in Ender's eyes, the days when there is nothing to do are like Angers driving a sports car, passing by at an unreasonable speed.

When Ander saw Old Tang again, he was lying on the bed, with a ballpoint pen fixed to his prosthetic limb, writing and drawing on the paper, the pen sliding on the paper, making a rustling sound.

Hearing the sound of Ander's footsteps, Old Tang raised his head. After this period of treatment, Old Tang's face returned to its original beauty, and his skin changed from a healthy wheat color to pale because he couldn't go out.

"Ander, you're here." Old Tang greeted Ander, looking in good spirits.

"Come on, Ronald, how are you doing lately? I heard those guys said that you are sorting out your memory?" Ender waved his hand, took a chair and sat down, looking at what Old Tang had just written. On it was The crooked Chinese, with a few sentences of English mixed in, looks a bit messy.

"I haven't written so many words since elementary school," Old Tang moved his arm, and the pen fixed on the prosthesis moved up and down with his movements. Old Tang said: "But there are a lot of messy things in my head, and I think I should write them down."

"Ronald, don't you think about getting a recording device, or hiring someone to write it?"

"No, Ender, let's forget it." Old Tang moved his body and asked, "Compared with this, I want to know when I can go out."

"Can't hold back the desire for adventure?" Ander tilted his head, looking at the desolate ground and the blue planet outside the window of the ward: "You have reached the real edge of the world."

"It's just a desolate satellite. It's really nice to say," Old Tang curled his lips: "Although you said so, you won't let me go out, right?"

"At least in a few months, now that your identity is very sensitive, theoretically you should be a dead person." Ender nodded, looked at Old Tang who had prosthetic limbs and said, "Besides, it's not convenient for you to go out like this." , I will get you new equipment later."

"The guys in the laboratory said that they will make a set of alloy bones. With the help of magic, maybe I can stand up again," said Old Tang finally with a smile: "You talk about Ander, can I change to a magician?" What?"

"Come on, Ronald, every time you play DND, I never saw you choose a mage. What did you say back then, mages are fragile and troublesome. Why don't you choose a stalker or a barbarian?" Ender said. He unceremoniously told the dark history of Old Tang.

"But I'm afraid I won't be able to be a stalker now." Old Tang compared the prosthetic limb in his hand: "Why don't you turn me into a dragonborn, and it would be nice to change to a warlock at that time."

"Let's talk about it after you recover. There are some problems in transforming an ordinary person into a dragonborn. In theory, you will live your whole life on the head of a dragon. At least you have to think about your brother." Ender said helplessly.

"Of course I know what Dragonborn looks like. I've been playing DND since the third edition. Speaking of which, how is my brother doing now?" Old Tang said nonchalantly, then turned the topic back to Constantine.

"That brain... your brother is still the same, and now the Biology Department is trying to supply energy to the brain. Unfortunately, there are no other samples, and the other brain nuclei are not complete, and they will lose their activity soon after they are taken out. "

Ander chatted with Old Tang, and the topics ranged from the minds of the Four Great Kings to Lu Mingfei's recent studies. It was not until Old Tang felt tired that Ander reluctantly left.

At the moment, Lu Mingfei, who is in the college, is struggling with Alchemy Mechanics. Due to Kassel’s system, there is no division of subjects in the freshman year, and Alchemy Mechanics, which is known as a science subject just by its name, is unfortunately a public class. one.

So Lu Mingfei, who is good at liberal arts, is in a tragedy. Although he has become a hero among mixed races, this status does not give extra points for the exam, and he still has to learn what he has to learn.

Fortunately, Professor Mance, the tutor of the course of Alchemy Mechanics, seems to be working on a project in China, and he hasn't returned for two or three months, so the task of teaching naturally falls to Professor Mance's close disciple, Chen Mo Tong's body.

I have to say that Chen Motong, the senior, is quite interesting. Now Lu Mingfei is left alone by her, and the two of them stay in the empty classroom. Don't get me wrong, Lu Mingfei doesn't feel any ambiguity about this scene at all. .

"You guys did all your homework wrong, and this thing should be counted as a normal share." Chen Motong rubbed the center of his brows with a headache: "Although you missed so many classes, you can't be like this."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head and said with an apologetic smile: "Sister, I just came back, please hold me high and let me go."

Chen Motong handed Lu Mingfei a stack of materials angrily, and said, "Don't be silly, these are the materials I sorted out, take them back and read them carefully, and I will give you a hand when the exam comes."

"Thank you!" Lu Mingfei smiled and put the materials into his schoolbag. He has gotten to know Chen Motong a lot these days. This senior has a unique charisma that always attracts people to her.

Lu Mingfei packed his things, but saw Chen Motong staring straight at his face, Lu Mingfei stepped back a few times, and asked, "Sister, do you have anything else to do?"

Chen Motong stretched out his hand, pinched Lu Mingfei's face a few times, and asked curiously: "I've wanted to ask for a long time, how did your face get so good, it was obviously a rotten potato a month ago , now it is white and tender, even the most advanced plastic surgery hospital can't do this."

"The technology of the academy." Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. Recently, due to the treatment, the skin on his face returned to the way it used to be. He explained to Chen Motong, "There is always some black technology or something."

"The effect is so good, many girls want to apply to the school, and go to the whole body like you." Chen Motong looked enviously at Lu Mingfei's reborn skin, smooth and delicate, like a newborn baby, which made the girls in the academy Fascinated by it.

"That's okay, it's too uncomfortable, I have to cut off the old skin, and then grow it back little by little." Lu Mingfei waved his hand, put his schoolbag on his back, and walked out of the classroom: "Let's go first, sister, next time Goodbye class."

Chen Motong also packed his things and prepared to go back to the dormitory, but he heard the noisy sound from below. He walked to the window and found a pair of twins who looked similar but had very different temperaments were being welcomed by everyone downstairs.

"Chu Tong, Chu Feng, the two of them came back from their mission?" Chen Motong muttered, picked up his things and walked out.

(End of this chapter)