Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 64 Clear the shopping cart with one click
Yuan Zhisheng slowly opened his eyes, and everything in front of him was white. The strong smell of alcohol and disinfectant around him kept coming into his nose.

"Young Master, you are finally awake." The girl with a high ponytail sitting next to him couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief after seeing him wake up.

"Sakura?" Yuan Zhisheng's pale lips moved slightly, and he asked tentatively:
"Where is this...hiss..."

Just as he was about to get up, he felt a heartbreaking pain in his left arm, and then a sense of weakness spread throughout his body.

"Don't move, the doctor said, your left arm bone is comminutedly fractured, so you can't move around during this period." Sakura immediately supported the other person's weak body and comforted her gently.

"Where are the others?" Yuan Zhisheng endured the dizziness in his head, shook his head gently, tried hard to force himself to wake up, and asked:
"I remember that all the buildings were collapsed by that guy in the end. What happened to the others?"

"We're fine. Mr. Long Kui finally kept his hand." An old but steady voice came from the door.

Sakura, who was originally supporting Yuan Zhisheng, immediately laid him down gently on the hospital bed, and then stood aside respectfully:
"Parents."

Tachibana Masamune waved his hand, indicating that the other party should not be too restrained, and then walked to Yuan Zhisheng's bed:
"That kid was very gentle and he didn't hurt anyone."

After Yuan Zhisheng heard this sentence, the suppressed emotions that had been hidden in his heart suddenly felt relieved.

Then he closed his eyes, lay on the white hospital bed, listened to the glucose dripping from the drip, and murmured softly:
"Sorry, Dad, I lost."

"No, it's not you who loses, but... us!" Tachibana Masamune looked at Minamoto Chisheng lying on his back on the hospital bed, and the historical scenes in his eyes slowly emerged from the dusty memories along with the flames of war.

"Sixty years ago, Hilbert asked Angers to come to Japan alone and use two wooden swords to smash the pride of the Sheqi family. He tore off the fig leaf that the Japanese mixed race has used from ancient times to the present, and used absolute violence to Let the entire Japanese mixed race surrender."

"This is a scene I saw in my family history... it's humiliating."

When the old man began to recite his memories, Sakura, a girl with a ninja background, wisely exited the ward.

After closing the door, two people, an old man and a young man, were left alone.

If those two atomic bombs shattered the last bottom line of the country Japan, then it was the elegant old man wearing a navy hat who cut off the last tight string of the Japanese mixed race.

Yuan Zhisheng was lying on the hospital bed, looking calmly at the white ceiling above, not knowing what he was thinking between his soft brows and eyes.

Tachibana Masamune sat in front of the bed, put his hands on his thighs, and continued to speak:

"Originally I thought that after sixty years of repair, the now prosperous Sheqi family would have the ability to compete with those European secret parties, but now it seems..."

"It's still just a dream, right?" Yuan Zhisheng said calmly.

"Yes." Masamune Tachibana did not avoid it, and nodded directly and generously:

"It turns out that in the eyes of the other party, we are still not on the stage. The old man looked at our increasingly active rebellion and just sent a new wooden sword..."

"A child of only seventeen years old."

"It completely shattered our renewed pride!"

Yuan Zhisheng listened quietly, with a trace of fatigue on his face.

Then an inexplicable image appeared in his mind of a busy clown who kept doing tricks on the stage, just trying to get a little spotlight.

But all the audience had to do was throw a roll of banana peel and hit the clown in the face, and the clown had to leave the stage sadly without explanation.

The whole process was so comical to the audience, just like... watching monkeys.

"Hey..." Thinking of this, Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but reveal a self-deprecating smile on his face. I don’t know if he is laughing at the Snake and Qihachi family, or at himself...

"It seems that our headquarters has indeed found our 'Destined Dragon Slayer'. We won't lose unjustly." Masamune Tachibana looked out the window, and a ray of sunlight passed through the glass and shone on the quilt on the hospital bed.

After saying that, he stood up, looked at Yuan Zhisheng below, and whispered:

"Have a good rest, Xiaosheng. I will personally reattach the broken spider for you, and..."

A flash of determination flashed through the clear pupils of the silver-haired old man, and he spoke decisively:
"I will spend my whole life forging and tempering it. When it comes out next time, I will guarantee with my life that it will shine on the world!"

After saying that, Tachibana Masamune waved his white sleeves, straightened his back, and walked out without looking back.

Yuan Zhisheng was lying on the hospital bed, his breathing gradually became steady and slow, and his consciousness slowly fell into sleep.

……

The Peninsula Tokyo is one of the most luxurious hotels in Asia's most prosperous city.

Long Kui was sitting in the only presidential suite on the top floor, holding the mouse on the table with one hand. His brown eyes were staring at the 27-inch computer screen, and there was a glimmer of excitement flashing in his eyes from time to time. Licking his dry lips.

"The precious metals Iron Dragon needs... buy them!"

"The snow lotus that Tianlong needs, and the precious meteorite that this celestial body needs... buy it!"

He kept adding magic materials that he had long coveted to his Mint Club account, and the sounds of rapid mouse clicks in his hand kept coming and going.

Long Kui could remember what Principal Angers said to him before leaving. All his expenses in Tokyo could be reimbursed by the school board of directors, known as "Kassel's biggest rip off".

Then Long Kui is welcome.

There are a total of eight magic sources in his body. Except for the most advanced fire dragon-slaying magic, the other seven magic sources have been stagnant for a long time.

Especially the water flow magic. This magic was the third magic that Long Kui learned. As a result, it is still an auxiliary magic until now.

It doesn't look like it has evolved to the next stage of [Water Shaping Magic].

The main reason is that the materials required to practice this kind of magic in this world are too expensive.

With millions of dollars in spending, he would never be able to afford it unless he packaged himself up and sold it to that otaku boss.

But now is a good opportunity to sweep up magic materials.

After a while, the shopping column in Long Kui's account was almost full.

It contains not only the materials needed for combat magic, but also materials needed for the advancement of other auxiliary magic.

The total value of these items is as high as fifty million US dollars!

"Enter my student ID number..."

Long Kui did not forget the principal's instructions, and when paying, remember to pay with his black card that could be used as a bank card.

The moment he clicked the purchase button, 5000 million was drained out of a family vault located in a seaside town in Italy in a distant European region like water!
(End of this chapter)