Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 123 Intimidating the Eight Snake Qi Family
"Leader, don't even think about collecting this thing... Except for the combination of principal Ange and the vice-principal, there is no mixed-race force that can swallow this treasure alone."

"Even if these two old perverts suppress it, but including the school board of directors behind the academy who are responsible for paying their sky-high bills every year, they must try their best to strike first, otherwise they will live up to the principle of being close to the water and getting the moon first!"

Fingel's hand seemed to be glued to the keel cross, and his eyes revealed an emotion similar to "hungry and thirst", as if he was stroking his lover's skin.

"So that's why I want the Wailing Angels to stand alone..."

Lu Mingfei said coldly, "You are too easily deceived."

"You haven't even purified the dragons, and you're thinking about dividing up their inheritance and the whole world; you only saw the dragon bone of the White King, but you didn't think about who killed it."

Hearing this, Finger woke up suddenly, as if he had been splashed with cold water, his whole body shivered, and his palms were lowered from King Bai's keel cross.

This is the White King, almost on the same level as the Black King.

His awakening should have set off a monstrous rage that swept the entire world, but he was only killed in the aftermath of a disaster that even Tokyo could not be destroyed, and turned into a keel cross.

And the boy with an indifferent expression in front of him... After they withdrew from the Nibelungen, no one knew what kind of battle took place inside and how the White King was killed.

The greed attracted by the white king's keel was shattered, and Fingel would think of the white mad dragon that appeared in the thunder of the Nibelungen a few hours ago, but the revived heartbeat sounded like someone holding a hammer Beat the heart...

Creatures of that level don't have the possibility of committing suicide and sending keels, right?

Anyway, the Chapter Master left the Nibelungen alive, bearing the White King's Dragonbone Cross... there is only one possibility.

"The good news is that not many people know that this keel cross is the White King. However, given your unstable behavior and unclear relationship with the two principals of the college, I hope you will regard this keel as some low-level Kind of, my dear . . . Brother Fingal."

Lu Mingfei's tone and eyes were cold and warning. After all, this brother had joined the regiment for the shortest time, and he didn't usually show any pious behavior towards the emperor.

"Eh...the principal and the vice principal also want to hide it together?"

Fingel shivered again, not daring to laugh anymore.

"Let's keep it a secret for now. Let's wait until the Weeping Angel has the ability to stand on his own."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Then what are you going to do with the Japanese branch? They are all... blood descendants of King Bai."

"Who would have thought that the Japanese mixed-races who seem to have no history on the surface... are actually the ones with a long history. Their blood was bestowed by the White King himself."

"Your actions are killing their gods. No matter whether they love you or hate you, they will definitely not let you leave with God's treasure like this."

Fingal said.

"It's not their turn to decide now."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.
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The [-]th floor of Genji Heavy Industries is called the reception place of Xingshen Temple.

Under the leadership of Yabuki Sakura, Lu Mingfei stepped over the vermilion torii gate, and the walls on both sides were carved with various ghosts and gods in Shintoism.

From the majestic Amaterasu, Tsukiyomi, to the mighty Susanoo, there are ferocious ghosts, some with lion-like faces bared, and some sitting cross-legged on a pile of skeletons, surrounded by wind and clouds Looking at these gods and demons, it's like a hundred ghosts walking in the night.

All the way forward, Lu Mingfei ignored the so-called etiquette, and went straight to the stone table with a black and white Tai Chi pattern, and the six people around the table immediately cast their gazes over.

Except for the young director of the executive bureau, Yuan Zhisheng, the other five people were more focused on the silver-white keel cross carried by Lu Mingfei.

"There should be eight people in the Sheqi Bajia, why are there only six people?"

Lu Mingfei also glanced at the five people, Jingyue in his hand acted as a cane, and the edge of the sword sank into the hard concrete ground.

The Miyamoto Shio, Inuyamaga, and Minamoto I met before, the middle-aged man in a suit, the young woman, and the gloomy old man should be the heads of the Ryoma family, the Sakurai family, and the Fuma family respectively.

Counting the Patriarch Uesugi who was almost abducted, now Lu Mingfei only has the head of the Ju family, whom he has never met.

"The head of the family is unwell today, and we entrust us with full authority."

Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath, trying to put away his absent-minded look, "Can you tell us, who does the keel cross behind you belong to?"

"You don't know?"

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows.

"I know, but the Patriarchs still want to get your personal acknowledgment."

As the Patriarch Miyamoto who witnessed the fight between Lu Mingfei and King Bai, his attitude was obviously more enthusiastic.

"It's the alien named White King. Judging from the dragon blood, you should belong to his descendants."

Lu Mingfei said.

"You actually killed a god! It's incredible!"

Shio Miyamoto stood up excitedly from the table, his gaze was blazing—with a hint of fear at the same time.

Although the video shot in the night food field is a bit blurry, the bright golden meteor fighting with the ferocious Yamata no Orochi ancestor is undoubtedly the boy in front of him.

"You are right, that Bai Wang is indeed our ancestor, but let me get straight to the point, Mr. Lu..."

Yuan Zhisheng sighed softly, seemed not good at beating around the bush, and said bluntly, "The keel cross left after the fall of the gods... Would you like to sell it back to the Sheqi Bajia?"

"Snake Qi Bajia is willing to pay 1000 billion yen to buy the keel of the White King."

"I'm not here to discuss business with you."

Lu Mingfei shook his head, "I don't intend to sell this alien bone to any hybrid force, it only belongs to the Weeping Angel."

"Weeping Angel?"

A puzzled look appeared on the faces of the Patriarchs.

"The battle group I created."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Represents the secret party?"

The Patriarch of the Feng Mo family asked in a deep voice.

"No mixed-race power represents itself, it only represents itself."

It sounds ridiculous and naive for a child to want to build an unknown warband in a mixed-race society.

But including Yuan Zhisheng, no one dared to underestimate Lu Mingfei.

This group has just killed the White King.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu. No matter what, please leave the keel of your ancestor in Japan. This represents the eternal friendship with the Sheqi Hachi Family."

Patriarch Sakurai, who is both beautiful and scheming, said softly that she is like a fish in water in the business world, trying to impress Lu Mingfei.

"I'm not very interested in your friendship, what if I say no?"

Lu Mingfei looked at him coldly, "Do you want to snatch it by force?"

He gently pulled out Jingyue, and the shining golden meaning bloomed again in his eyes, scanning the six Patriarchs present at the Eight Sheqi Clans.

Everyone present felt a chill, and even Patriarch Miyamoto, who was the worst at fighting, grasped the blade beside him.

(End of this chapter)