Author: Youjiu L

"How to take it out?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"The classics say that as long as you apply high-level dragon blood on the copper ball, the copper ball will automatically open."

Takar said.

"Dragon? Where are there dragons now?"

Akina Sakai asked.

"This high-blood mixed-race blood should be OK. I'll do it first. If it doesn't work, can you please bleeding?"

Takaar asked.

"Can."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

However, Takar was not good enough and let Yuan Zhinu go. He knew that his blood should not be able to activate the bronze ball, so it was almost the same to consecrate the ritual supplies of the National Church.

Takar walked to the bronze ball with excitement. In a short distance, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but they were eventually suppressed.

The Dragon Pearl may not necessarily turn him into the Dragon King, but that mysterious man is a real second-generation or above.

Takar is very ambitious, but very cautious,

Living is the first priority, and living better is the second priority.

He was not very worried that Mr. McDonald's would kill the donkey. He grew up by serving others and observing his expressions. Takaar could see that the dragon clan should not have any subordinates at the moment.

The Black King also needs someone to carry the big chariot for it. As long as it is strong and licked, the mixed-blooded species can do well under the Dragon Clan.

This is a secret history recorded in ancient books of the Spiritual Society. Of course, it is a version translated by Takar himself.

The original version means that intelligent and devout believers offer sacrifices to the gods, and have been loved by the gods, thus heading to the land of purity and wisdom.

Takaal was about to cut his finger with a knife when he suddenly felt a chill around his neck.

He subconsciously reached out to touch it, and a snowflake melted into snow water drops on his fingertips.

How can there be snow in Nibelung's roots?

This is a place where there is no change in weather, unless the spirit of the word is disturbing the balance of the elements.

Thinking of this, Takar immediately retreated and retreated next to Lu Mingfei.

Then check your body to see if there is any influence of the Word Spirit.

There is nothing, that snowflake is just a simple snowflake, or just a warning.

"Yangjin."

Looking at the dressed girl walking out of the stone wall, Lu Mingfei didn't have much surprise.

A series of things that happened in this mission were caused by the Tianlong Pearl, so this mysterious Miaoyin Tiannv naturally could not escape the relationship.

However, Yangjin's current state does not seem to be very good.

The top bun on her head had already spread out, her long hair was scattered behind her head, and the jewelry that had originally been decorated was gone.

Her smooth and soft skirt was also damaged everywhere, revealing her white skin and bleeding wounds.

Lu Mingfei looked at her feet. The originally small and slender feet were covered with scales, and their toes turned into sharp hook claws.

Some scales were forcibly torn apart, revealing the vague flesh and blood inside.

"Don't touch."

Yangjin opened her mouth. This time she did not speak Tibetan again. Longwen directly passed into their brains through the singing.

"Why?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"That's brother."

Yangjin thought about it and said.

It can be seen that her mastery of Longwen's voice transmission is very awkward, and the meanings that come from it are intermittent.

"Is your brother Tanfandoli?"

Lu Ming thought for no reason.

"no."

Yangjin nodded and shook his head, biting his fingers in trouble.

"Her brother is me."

A voice said softly.

Lu Mingfei's eyes were sharp and he grabbed his back with his back, but only grabbed a piece of broken rope.

He turned around quickly and had already set up a fighting position when he turned around.

But Xu Yunliu had no intention of attacking, but was just standing quietly in the distance.

The bright and energetic eyes have disappeared, replaced by a pair of red and golden vertical pupils.

"Who are you?"

Lu Mingfei asked in a deep voice.

"I am Xu Yunliu and Longzhong."

Xu Yunliu sighed and said.

When he awakened his memory, he finally understood why he was so keen on cycling and why he wanted to travel around the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau so much.

Because his subconscious mind was driving him back to the place where he was born.

"Can you wait a moment?"

Xu Yunliu said.

Lu Mingfei did not answer, and he regarded it as his default.

Xu Yunliu walked to Yangjin's side, who threw himself into his arms and rubbed his face against his clothes, like a kitten waiting for his master to return home.

"Yangjin, Yangjin."

Xu Yunliu stroked her head with her hands, and the memory became clearer and clearer with this familiar movement.

He remembered everything.

"Can you play for a while?"

Xu Yunliu looked at the wound on Yangjin's body with heartache, pinched her face and said.

"Um!"

Yangjin nodded vigorously, then walked to the corner and squatted down, singing pastoral songs on his own.

"Listen to me to tell a story."

He ignored the reactions of Lu Mingfei and others and started talking on his own.

At that time, Tanfantuli, a mad scientist of the dragon clan, collected countless corpses of the same clan, from the third generation to the next generation, as well as the corpses of powerful mixed races.

It even secretly got several corpses of the White Queen's descendants.

Tanfandori just wanted to practice a super sage stone at the beginning and then purify his bloodline.

But it found that it did not work. The dragon clan's spirit was too strong and it was incompatible with each other even after death, and it was impossible to unify it into an alchemy creature.

So Tanfantuli had a sudden idea in his research on how to solve this problem. If we gather these residual spirits into a few larger ones and let them swallow each other, we can obtain a unified and complete spiritual body?

It also refers to the setting that the four kings are twins, creates eight pairs of spiritual bodies, and gives them physical bodies with the remains of the dragon clan and the mixed race.

And these eight human creations are the dragons in the myths and legends.

"Then are you dragons or mixed races?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"I don't know, both are, or are not. No one told me what we are. Neither Tanfandori, in its eyes, we are just alchemy materials."

Xu Yunliu said lightly.

"Where is Tanfantali?"

“It’s right there.”

He pointed to the huge bronze ball.

“It’s still alive?”

Lu Mingfei raised his vigilance.

"Living, but dead. It has integrated part of itself and the Dragon Lord into the Dragon Pearl."
To be continued...