Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 109 Mutation
"what happened to you?"

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, and grasped the Jingyue Great Sword in his hand.

This is not the first time he has seen this abnormal phenomenon, and it is not ruled out that something has been stuffed into his body.

The heretics seem to take a liking to such vile practices.

"Head hurts……"

Old Tang crouched on the ground clutching his head in pain, feeling as if his whole body was about to burn, his consciousness and vision were constantly heating up.

It's the singing!

Old Tang usually likes to listen to music. Jay Chou, Taylor, Britney... also have their own views on music appreciation. If his headache didn't hurt so much now, he might comment on this song.

But that song is not a question of whether it sounds good or not!
That ancient ballad seemed to have turned into an invisible blade, churning his brain frantically, something that had been forgotten and sealed flowed out one by one, and returned to his body.

……

Ten minutes ago, Old Tang took off the gangster suit, took off a black windbreaker worn by the staff here, put it on, and tried to find a place to hide and wait until it was safe before coming out.

Then he felt that his small pistol couldn't bring much sense of security, so he turned back to the [-]th floor, intending to pick up the three-barrel knife that was in his gut.

Then, he ran into a group of black monsters who were happily gnawing on the three tubes of corpses, and the monsters who turned around had an intestine in their mouths.

"Private...Private Marseille!"

Old Tang was so frightened that his face turned green, he screamed and fled for his life, while the group of black monsters chased after him.

It didn't take long for him to be overtaken. The black monster was terribly fast, and a few of them blocked his retreat with a few agile wall jumps and surrounded him.

Just when Old Tang was lamenting that he must exercise hard in his next life, these monsters didn't attack his intestines, but surrounded him, staring directly at him with their dark golden eyes.

It wasn't until the cold-faced boy with special effects of flames appeared that he was finally saved.

But then, Old Tang suddenly started to have a headache, as if something was digging into his heart.

"Remember, Your Highness Norton."

Someone whispered to him.

"What Your Highness... I'm just an insignificant passer-by."

Old Tang whispered to himself (the pronunciation of Norton and Ronald are similar in American pronunciation).

He resisted the discomfort in his body, and honestly followed the cold-faced brother who saved his life upstairs.

……

"Recall the past, Your Highness Norton."

Someone sang to him like this.

Old Tang curled up on the ground and covered his ears, trying to block out the weird ballad, but it was of no avail, the song seemed to hit his heart directly.

"Obviously... help me..."

He struggled to climb towards the holy angel——

Ronald Tang didn't believe in religion, but at this moment, only under the holy radiance of that angel could he isolate the maddening pain.

It's just that he didn't notice the sword burning with golden flames in the angel's hand.

"Find that singing heretic, brother. Live."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

"clear."

Chu Zihang nodded, and quickly left with a knife.

As for the netizen in front of me...

The other party hugged his calf, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

Although his face softened a little, he still looked tormented by pain.

"..."

Lu Mingfei squatted down, and the pair of light wings stretched out behind him, wrapping around Old Tang who was lying on the ground and hugging his legs.

If the psychic brilliance has no soothing effect, then he will give Old Tang a happy death of mercy.

With the influx of psychic light, Old Tang's painful groans eased a lot, and a clean golden light shone in his eyes.

It was as if the radiance of an angel was washing his tormented soul.

"Live... come alive..."

"Finally it doesn't hurt so much... Which bastard is singing, it's like killing me..."

Old Tang hugged Lu Mingfei's leg and panted, as if he had been pardoned.

"..."

Even Lu Mingfei himself was a little surprised, he didn't expect the psychic brilliance on his body to be really effective.

"Wow, sir, your angel look is really getting more and more eye-catching!"

"Starting today, you are definitely the most beautiful cub in Kassel!"

Fingel's flattering voice sounded from the side.

Fingel ran back holding Erika Uesugi who was bound by the dragon rope.

As if realizing that the ballad was wrong, he decisively chose to join Lu Mingfei - it is always right to hug the firm thigh of his head.

But he suddenly noticed that there was something wrong with the way his team leader stared at him.

"Private Marseille, head SAMA! I didn't see anything!"

Fingel realized that he might have seen something he shouldn't have seen, so he turned around quickly.

"..."

Lu Mingfei sighed, and glanced at Yuanzhinv.

It seems that the training of this battle brother must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

"Where is the head of the Miyamoto family?"

He asked, but did not see the figure of Patriarch Miyamoto.

"He said he had to go upstairs to make sure there were still people in the computer room. I told him that in horror movies, the people who have to separate are often the ones who die the fastest, but he didn't listen to me."

Fingal shrugged.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang downstairs, and the singing stopped abruptly.

Apparently Chu Zihang found the singing heretic, and a fight broke out.

"Okay, let go, Old Tang."

Lu Mingfei glanced at Ronald Tang who was still holding on to his leg, and said coldly.

"All right, all right, no problem, Brother Ming, you will be my big brother from now on, I will listen to you no matter what you say!"

Although he was a little bit reluctant, Old Tang quickly got up from the ground, nodded and bowed to Lu Mingfei, and smiled apologetically.

"Finger, I will leave him to you to watch. Something may have been stuffed into his body."

Lu Mingfei pushed Old Tang to Finger.

"I was stuffed with something? No way?"

Old Tang was terrified when he heard the words, and unconsciously covered his buttocks with his hands, "I remember that I haven't been drunk outside in this period of time!"

"It won't explode, will it?"

Fingel took a few steps back suspiciously.

Lu Mingfei didn't want to discuss this topic with them, "Brother Fingel, have you thought of a way to untie this dragon rope?"

This dragon rope seems to be a good alien alchemy creation, and he intends to return it to the Weeping Angels battle group——

Perhaps in the self-sufficient habit of searching for supplies in the Wailers, Lu Mingfei thought about recycling good things that could be used.

"Headmaster, you are trying to force others to do this! Where did I get this kind of ability? It's up to the vice-principal!"

Fingal said.

"Then you want to bring her back to the academy?"

"As long as you want to, head, I will definitely help you bring this flower girl back to the Black Moon Pavilion... Hehehe! Where do you want to touch the paw of a pervert! Our head will chop off your paw later!"

Old Tang came over suddenly, staring blankly at Eriyi in his arms, and stretched out his palm as if trying to plot something wrong, Fingel hurriedly took a few steps back with Eriyi in his arms and shouted.

"I'm not... I just look at this chain a little familiar..."

Old Tang quickly explained.

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm again under Finger's extremely distrustful eyes, and lightly stroked the bronze chain that tightly bound Erika——

The dragon-binding rope suddenly trembled slightly, emitting a bright blue light, and countless strange dragon writings flashed across the surface of the chain.

Then it slowly released, like a cute little snake, it left Erika's body and swam silently to the ground.

(End of this chapter)