Author: Youjiu L

"Ishihara Yumi, open your eyes."

A voice echoed in Ishihara Yumi's ears, getting louder and louder, until it turned into a thunderous roar.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and what she saw was a face of a blood-dripping ghost, with a rotten human head chewing in its mouth.

"ah!"

Ishihara Yumi screamed and hit her head against the iron railing.

"it hurts."

She rubbed her head and suddenly realized that she had just been dreaming.

"I'm sorry, you are too sleepy, I can only wake you up in this way."

Yuan Jingnu said apologetically.

"Who are you? Were you also captured by them?"

Only then did Yumi Ishihara notice that there was a cage opposite her, and inside it was a man who was more beautiful than the female star.

But this weak man was tied with more than a dozen bronze chains, each one as thick as an arm.

"My name is Yuan Zhinu. Was I captured by them on purpose?"

Yuan Jingnu said softly.

"On purpose, why?"

She looked at him in surprise, as if she was seeing a madman.

"You are Shinji Iwahashi's good friend, right?"

he said.

"Do you know Iwahashi-kun too?"

Ishihara Yumi said excitedly.

"He now works for our war group and asked us to find your whereabouts. We found clues that you were kidnapped, so we pretended to be kidnapped and came here."

Minamoto Naomi simply described what happened.

"Iwahashi-kun"

Yumi Ishihara had a sweet and shy expression on her face at the same time.

"Okay, Miss Yumi, please tell me what you know."

Yuan Jingnu said.

After he came in, a tube of blood was taken and he was sent here with a hood on his head. There was no useful information.

"Okay, please give me some time to think about it."

Yumi Ishihara said.

People who can come to Tokyo from a small fishing village to work hard and achieve success are naturally not weak people.

However, the dark days and the spiked food made her brain a little slow.

"I was caught by that American and sold to a group of bearded men. Those big beards imprisoned me here and took my blood every day."

Ishihara Yumi said after sorting out her thoughts.

"What did they take your blood for?"

Yuan Zhennu asked.

"I don't know. They talked a lot, but I couldn't understand their language."

she said regretfully.

If I had known earlier, I should have signed up for an accelerated language class before traveling.

"Have you ever met anyone special?"

Yuan Jingnu was a little disappointed, but she continued to make innuendoes.

"special person."

Ishihara Yumi fell into thinking again.

"A man covered in a white robe came over and said something I didn't understand."

she said suddenly.

"What words?"

Yuan Zhennu's eyes lit up.

"Some emperor, priest, blood descendant, etc. I have never heard of the language he spoke, but I can vaguely understand it. It's really strange now that I think about it."

Ishihara Yumi wanted to repeat what the man in white robe said, but found that she couldn't say it at all.

"Because he is talking about Longwen."

Yuan Jingnu explained.

"What is Longwen?"

Yumi Ishihara asked.

"Dragon language is the language used by the dragon clan. Because you have the blood of the dragon clan in your body, you can understand it naturally."

Yuan Jingnu said.

Mixed-bloods do not use dragon script when communicating with each other, so the possibility of the other party being a pure-blooded dragon is very high.

"Dragon clan?"

Yumi Ishihara's originally somewhat confused mind was completely turned into a mess by the new terms that kept appearing.

"I'll explain the details to you after I get out. Now I'll wait quietly for a while."

Yuan Jingnu's tone was a little tougher.

"oh."

Ishihara Yumi closed her mouth.

She is not an obedient person, but now there is only such a life-saving straw, so she naturally has to hold on to it.

Yuan Zhimu turned on the keel state, adjusted her joints so that her arms could touch the slight bulge at her waist, and then pressed it.

"Captain, Yuan Zhinu has sent a signal."

cried Fingel.

On the screen, the light spot that was originally the size of a soybean suddenly expanded to the size of a broad bean.

The distance between the two sides is 21km.

Really, just a little bit close.

"You go back."

Lu Mingfei said to Abbas.

"No place yet."

The boy shook his head.

The scriptures say that those who believe should be with those who are honest.

Although he hates Banlita, he also believes in Allah.

"about there."

The distance is only 1km, so it’s not much different.

Even if someone blocks the road, just run over.

Lu Mingfei opened the car door, grabbed the back of Abbas's neck and put him down.

"Thank you and may Allah bless you."

The boy understood his good intentions and said seriously.

This sentence is translated quite clearly.

"May the Emperor bless you, child."

Lu Mingfei made an eagle salute to him.

Even if he doesn't accompany them through the hail of gunfire and money, his journey back will not be safe.

But it was impossible for Lu Mingfei to allocate manpower to escort Abbas back.

After thinking for a while, he took out a throwing knife and threw it into the soil.

To Lu Mingfei, it was just a small flying knife, but to the boy, it was a dagger.
To be continued...