Dragon Race: My boss is Lu Mingze

The cold mist filled the air, and the mountains seemed to be shrouded in hazy and illusory shadows everywhere.

The breeze was blowing, and there was endless darkness on all sides, only a faint silver-white halo exploded on the road in the distance.

"Three days, how are you doing?"

Hiding among the trees is a girl with strange eyes, her face is quiet like a valley without any life.

"Assassination 12 times, 5 times successful, but none of them are me." The man's voice was a little cramped, probably because he didn't know why the girl beside him would ask this question.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"16 times, just like you, there were successful kills, but they were all substitutes," the girl said lightly.

The mountain wind in the middle of the night was a bit cool, and the flowers and butterflies that flew out of nowhere were blown stiffly and fell into the dark haystack.

"As expected of a ghost from the Far East, it hides really deep enough." Beside the girl was a man with a long gun, in a light blue combat uniform, and the red gun was particularly eye-catching.

"Saber was expelled from the academy, will His Highness want to drive her out?" After a while, the girl spoke again, but she had already switched to another topic.

The talkative man was a little nervous. It would be his turn soon. Facing such an opponent, he couldn't help feeling a little excited.

Hearing the girl's question at this moment, he pondered for a while.

"Your Highness may just let her submit, but why didn't she return to the organization?" The man was also a little speechless. "Her lineage is not stable, going to Kassel College is a dead end"

The man did not respond positively to the girl's words.

"Everyone will have some ties to some extent. Maybe there is someone or something that she cherishes in Kassel College?"

The butterfly that fell stiffly did not fall into the nearby haystack, it landed on the girl's feet, its slender legs and thin wings struggled and flapped desperately.

But no matter what, it still couldn't get rid of this dark night that seemed to be entwined with fate, and it didn't have the opportunity to wait until the bright morning of the next day.

It will die struggling.

Not far away, monsters crawled out of the surrounding deep streams, their stinky mouths opened and closed, and their protruding heads like lizards revealed the ferocity of beasts.

Xia Tian's hand holding the knife was covered with blood, like a demon standing in the wind.

After the battle with the Dragon King, as well as the battle between Genji Heavy Industries and this mountain road, his gold coin stock has reached more than 5 pieces.

He entered the system and selected a weapon with a red icon.

[Shadow Blade] +35% attack speed, 25% crit rate, 5% movement speed.Equipment Passive: After a critical strike, increase attack speed by 25% and movement speed by 5% for 3 seconds.

Gold coins fell rapidly, down to 41200.

Because there are only 6 vacancies in the equipment column, he also wants to experience the effect of [Shadow Blade] in actual combat, and then consider the equipment to be purchased in other grids.

As for skills, he can still deal with these monsters now, and there is no need to spend gold coins to buy skills in order to improve combat effectiveness.

The characters in that game are still very rich, and he wants to save them for future purchases when needed to deal with various situations.

For example, the plot of Gao Tianyuan under the sea in the original dragon 3 had to use Lan's skills. There was also a picture of Lan swimming in the sea in the promotional PV of a certain game.
The red double-cross icon appears in the character bar, Xia Tian knows why in this system, only adding attributes, but not extracting and using equipment is so expensive.

A full 13800 gold coins were consumed, and his body became much lighter. He swung his knife.

A dead waiter in the form of a dragon pounced on it, the golden eyes of the reptile were glistening with cold air, but before he could swing its claws, a gash was cut on its neck.

With the blessing of his own words, Xia Tian's speed is already many times higher than that of ordinary people or even ordinary hybrids, and the bonus of this weapon seems to be 35% of the character's attributes, and the speed of shooting has increased by a large amount again.

Under the full armor-piercing effect of real damage, this dragon-shaped Deadpool, who was actually not bad in strength, left the stage sadly without even waving his hand.

Bright blood-red flowers bloom in the night sky.

Jersey withdrew his gaze from the president, and was surrounded by dead servants. If it was someone else, he would probably be dead.

They were a group of beasts that grind their teeth and allow blood, but at the same time they have powers that ordinary mixed races can hardly match. Surrounded by such things, they are almost in a desperate situation.

But that man is S-level, the strongest in Kassel Academy over the years, compared to the last time in a small town in China, his strength seems to have improved.

He saw clearly that there was no Deadpool who could withstand three swords. The scales and bones that were originally as hard as steel were no different from those made of tofu. He kept harvesting the lives of monsters with a devastating momentum.

One person with one knife can almost kill those horrible creatures.

"Worthy of being the president." Jersey's current enemy seems to be a kind of Deadpool, but the strength of a single player is much stronger, and the opponent's speed and strength are top-notch.

It's not a problem to remove a brake with bare hands.

But in terms of intelligence, it doesn't seem to be too high, at most it is a little bit higher than Deadpool.

"I actually have an advantage in melee combat." Jersey held an ice-like sharp knife in each hand, and drew two alternate arcs in the air.

With the passage of time, the muscles and joints of the black-robed man had begun to stiffen under the long-term low temperature, his walking was staggering, and the speed of swinging his sword was extremely slow.

Phew~ handfuls of ice blades were pushed into the whole body of the man in black robe, "No. 24, it should be almost there."

Jersey clapped his hands, and amidst the deep singing, the black-robed man who was moving more and more slowly finally couldn't move anymore.

Because not only the skin was frozen, but the ice blades densely covered in the body served as the entrance of the power of words and spirits. In an instant, the ice blades filled with the whole body transmitted extreme cold.

The man in black who was suspected to be a Deadpool was completely frozen from the inside to the outside, and the originally fiery golden pupils were extinguished.

Jersey stepped forward and pulled the somewhat terrifying mask. The mask with the face of the Japanese minister seemed to be welded to the face and stuck to the flesh and blood.

There was a noisy sound in the night sky, and shells and shotguns burst out.

Jersey dodged to hide in the bunker formed by Lamborghini and Audi cars, and the explosion of various guns was heard in an instant.

The painted surface of the metal was punched with bullet holes.

It was the people of the Japanese underworld, who chased them to this unmanned road in the mountains for the [-] million yen of their own family.

In the dark, he always had the feeling that he had stepped into a huge trap, and the cool mountain wind was blowing his skirt.

Blossoming ice lotuses with spikes bloomed in the crowd in front of them.

There were still people coming from behind, and Jersey opened his hand, and a huge ice curtain formed little by little through the air.

All kinds of bullets slammed into it, leaving circular marks one after another.

The man was wrapped in ribbon-shaped white air-conditioning, and the golden dragon pupils unique to mixed races burst out from his piercing eyes. He shook his hands, and ice skates appeared in the gap between his fingers.

"Long-distance firefight?" He smiled slightly, and threw countless ice blades, and the young gangsters fell down clutching their chests.

"10 meters ahead, whoever enters, dies"

On the mountain road, on the dark asphalt road, a translucent white ice line separates the crowd.