Dragon Race: My boss is Lu Mingze

"Did it hit?"

Jersey was trembling all over, and an ice blade slowly formed in his hand to support his body.

Not far away, a faint silver smoke filled the air, making it hard to tell what the situation was like.

"No"

Caesar's voice came over.

"A direct hit, the bullet will explode inside the body"

"His surface appears to have an invisible defense against such attacks"

"Someone needs to break through this defense."

Just now he only pierced the ice spear into his chest with an instant impact, and the only way to break through that defense was to use an alchemy knife.

He carried a knife of one kind or another on him, but for some reason, he didn't want to use that thing.

He tried to stand up, and he wanted to try again!
Try to see if you can break the force field around Gu Long, so that the Philosopher's Stone can enter his body smoothly!
Jersey's body that was barely supported was swaying, but as the young patriarch of the dragon slaying family, he would never allow himself to fall before the other party.

Even if he was facing a real ancient dragon.

Those are the four kings who are in the highest position of the dragon clan. When facing such opponents, he can also restrain the fear in his heart.

This is a quality that most hybrids do not have. Under Wang's gaze, few hybrids can perform so perfectly.

Jersey de Bourbon, worthy of the title given to him by some good-natured fellows at the Academy, the Destined Dragonslayer.

He was the only man who could stand against Caesar before Chu Zihang and Xia Tian entered the academy.

The most striking thing about Caesar is his personable demeanor, his unique charisma and leadership, while Jersey is the person with the most fighting will and belief.

In the actual combat class and almost all combat classes, Jersey is number one.

This is much more reliable than some noble sons with a grade point of only 2.7.

That's why he and his family are qualified to question the academy's various behaviors.

The Bourbon family is indeed an ancient dragon-slaying family that has been passed down for thousands of years. Their accumulated wealth and knowledge are equally astonishing, but without a perfect heir like Jersey.

That middle-aged man named Alfred Bourbon, his confidence in speaking would be cut in half.

Even though he was extremely exhausted at this moment, and the moisture in his body was almost dried out, he still stood up.

The wounds on his body were densely packed, and blood was oozing from large or small wounds.

The skirt of the shirt was almost stained red with blood, and it was not known if it belonged to the opponent or his own.

"Sure enough, dragons of this level cannot be defeated so easily."

The smoke slowly dissipated, and a certain boy who appeared to be a little boy was actually a dragon king, revealing his crazy side.

That one squatted slightly, jumped up suddenly, and rushed up like a rocket.

He seems to have a lock on Jersey!
The little boy's face twisted a little because of the pain, and the power of ice made him hate this man very much.

So before he found his brother, he had to crush this ant-like guy.

He made up his mind and leaped in mid-air.

The people downstairs had already loaded their guns, and another barrage of bullets rained down on them.

boom boom boom

The boy was covered in the air, and his body was slightly shaken by the beating.

But he didn't care about it at all, his whole body was covered with hot flames. If he didn't notice the human figure in it, it would probably make people think that it was the fire phoenix that only existed in myths and legends.

Jersey panted heavily, and the icy cold breath surged up again.

In the air, the flames all over the boy swelled into a small sun.

A huge vortex of flames shot out from the sky.

boom.

Jersey barely dodged the first shot, and the ground of the rooftop was pierced by the terrifying heat and impact.

boom boom boom

The vortex of two flames, three flames and four flames shot out crazily.

Jersey jumped and jumped onto the rooftop of another adjacent building.

All kinds of movements that ordinary people can't do at all are displayed on his body.

In this commercial area, on the top floors of the rows of buildings, a white figure kept beating.

It seems that there is a sport called rooftop parkour.

He couldn't make a mistake, otherwise he would either fall down and die, or be hit by the violent flames and turn into coke.

Hiding in Tibet, he gradually moved away from his original position.

The little boy followed closely, with a crazy smile on his lips.

In the void, ripples appeared.

Someone is speaking into the air.

The light and leisurely tone is like buying a cup of milk tea at a milk tea shop and asking the waiter not to have pearls.

"Necromancer"

"Sacrifice Begins"

Among the tallest buildings in the city, a female voice responded.

"Your Highness, you are here"

"Follow your orders"

Tens of thousands of fine arcs appeared layer by layer in the same building, and the whole building emitted a blazing blue light.

As if some kind of mysterious summoning ceremony, a pheromone that can only be perceived by dragons flooded the entire city.

Jersey looked back at the boy whose face was gradually showing some joy, and couldn't help but feel tight.

He also found that strange building. Under the whitish sunlight in summer, this building can still emit such a strong blue light, which is itself a very suspicious thing.

He smelled some kind of conspiracy.

The ice in Jersey's hands condensed into a spear, and he threw it out.

The boy was right above his head, but for an instant, the hot temperature was gone, and the flames that surrounded him were gone.

The boy just suspended in the air quietly, even turning a blind eye to Jersey's attack.

Let the ice spear pierce his arm.

Blood slid down his arm and onto Jersey's face.

"Brother, it's brother"

The little boy murmured.

"Brother, are you finally willing to see me?"

The boy suddenly exerted his strength in the air and ran towards the building.

Jersey grumbled in his heart, as if a huge cloud shrouded his heart.

Intuition told him that if he was allowed to pass like this, something bigger and more serious would happen.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound in the air, and Jersey sensed another sound, faintly echoing in the air.

That voice could not have been heard by a third person, but he heard it.

"Necromancer"

He vaguely obtained such a word from the slight resonance in the air.

Translate to wizard!

That voice was both familiar and strange, and it seemed to be there in his memory, but he couldn't remember it after thinking hard.

Suddenly a huge pain spread from the back of the head.

Jersey couldn't help opening his mouth, and howled.

He was in so much pain that he could barely stand, his back arched slightly.

Huge ice clumps formed from behind, and majestic cold air burst out from his whole body.

Ahhh~ In Jersey's eyes, in the golden light and shadow, a faint red light occupies half of the pupils.

There was a loud crackling noise, and the extreme power of words erupted, almost overdrawing all the power, and the ice clump behind continued to spread.

In just a short while, the building where Jersey will be in is completely frozen.

Huge ice edges are densely covered.

On the roof, Jersey still maintained that painful expression, and the thick layer of ice completely frozen him.

With a bang, a reddish bewitching flame burned on the ice.

Some of the red blood that was splashed on the body slowly turned into gold.

Slowly penetrate into the body.

On Jersey's distorted face due to pain, blood vessels swelled like earthworms on that handsome face.