I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 319 Confession Letter

Civic Opera of Chicago, meeting room.

Leonardo, a young man negotiating on behalf of the family alliance, said the four words "Replace the Dragon Clan" in an extremely seductive tone. He looked down at Angers and waited for his reply. Wait for the other party to bow their heads and admit defeat.

Unsurprisingly, Angers looked up at him, smoking a cigar, and raised the champagne glass filled with amber liquid in hand to signal.

Leonardo smiled as a victor. In his opinion, Angers' move undoubtedly indicated that he was persuaded. What he raised was not a wine glass, but a white flag in this negotiation war.

However, he finally saw the real white flag, and only saw the white light flashing in front of his eyes.

It was as if a cold wind was blowing in the white light—first, he felt his face was a little cold, and then his entire upper body was completely in contact with the cold air, his skin tightened due to the cold, and his hairs stood up one by one.

The next moment, the white light in front of his eyes faded, and the sound of cloth ripping could be heard next to his ears. He lowered his head blankly, and the clothes on his upper body had turned into a few rags hanging on his body.

What the people who stared at Angers saw was even more strange. Suddenly, Angers, who was sitting upright, disappeared, and the champagne glass he lifted was still in the air. After hovering for a moment, the glass fell naturally. However, the wine glass only fell for a very short moment before being caught by another hand.

A slender white palm caught the wine glass, and the amber liquid stirred up under the action of inertia, and some of it flew upwards from the mouth of the glass, then fell back under the action of gravity, and returned to the whole without spilling a drop.

With the sound of the wine falling back, the black suit and white shirt on Leonardo's upper body exploded into hundreds of rags and scattered in all directions. His muscular body was completely exposed, leaving only the starched collar.

Angers stood behind Leonardo, spinning a 20cm-long jackknife in his hand. The light of the blade danced in rounds under the light, and the unique pattern of Damascus steel appeared on the knife during the occasional rhythmic pause. , crazy and beautiful.

In the dancing light of the knife, the young man's two mustaches fell sparsely, each of which was clearly illuminated by the light of the knife.

The young man's well-trimmed short beard fell down, making him look more like a young man.

At the same time, he heard a small opening in his skin, which was so clear, and then the crack became longer and longer, running across the entire face, blood lines slowly emerged, blood beads oozed out, and the blood red lines strung together blood red beads.

"Actually, when I listened to you, I always wanted to trim your beard." Ange smiled, "But if you accidentally bleed, then there is no charge."

Henkel glanced at Angers' previous position.

Now it is Lu Mingfei sitting there, this young man is leaning on Angers chair in a loose and comfortable posture, holding the goblet that should have fallen to the ground and shattered in his hand, now Henkel feels that he can be sure of this The spirit of speech of young people is that time is zero.

"Hey, Ange, don't be angry with the child." He looked at Ange again, and said calmly, as if Ange just did something insignificant like patting the naughty child on the back little things.

Angers took a puff on his cigar, "You have to educate, you know I'm an educator."

He sprayed the smoke of the cigar with the smell of cardamom and leather on Leonardo's face: "Young man, don't you know that you are a dwarf in the eyes of the pure blood dragons? Your bloodline is not complete, you Big talk and low self-esteem. New Dragon Clan? Don’t be kidding, your soul is not even strong enough to support your current bloodline.”

"The legendary dwarf Alberich admired the magical gold at the bottom of the Rhine, but the three guardian goddesses ruthlessly laughed at his ugliness and extravagant hopes, so he stole the gold angrily and cast it into a ring representing power , and at the same time doomed to lose happiness.” Lu Mingfei shook the wine glass belonging to Angers. Under the light, there was a golden liquid flowing in the wine glass, and he looked at the young man, “But this is just a myth. There is gold in the dragon clan, but The guardians of the gold are not beautiful goddesses, they are covered with scales and spray dragon breath that smells of gunpowder and sulfur, you are just an armadillo who just strayed into the dragon's lair, intending to steal the gold at the bottom of the Rhine."

"How many shots of Rhine can you resist?" Lu Mingfei squinted at the young man and asked, shaking his wine glass.

Henkel sighed. He is an old man about the same age as Angers. He has experienced too much, and the accident can no longer scare him, but he can also see that the so-called "cooperation", or buying Angers to make him a secret The plans of those close to them in the party, at least today, cannot go ahead.

"Looks like it's time for us to say goodbye." Anger put away the pocket knife and dropped the ashes of the cigars on the black walnut table. "Your wine is good, but the taste is a bit bad."

"Before you push this door open, would you be interested in hearing a piece of advice from me?" Henkel said, "Just take it as my apology for the young man's rudeness."

"What?" Angers asked.

"Be careful of Solomon's Temple Society," Henkel said, "In terms of attitude towards dragon slaying, we are indeed not as firm as you, and even less fanatical, but compared with Solomon's Temple Society, we are a very firm stand on dragon slaying family."

"I remember that the Solomon Temple Society just changed a grand leader not long ago, right? Do you have any inside information?" Angers asked.

"This new grand master is a very mysterious figure, and the news we can get is very limited," Henkel shook his head: "Sometimes, no news means good news, but sometimes, it's the other way around. "

Ang Rou nodded, not continuing this topic, but looking at Leonardo whose face was still oozing blood.

"Although you are still an immature child, I agree with your evaluation about Frost. He just likes to jump around and fight sheep, and he has learned rhetoric well." He patted the young man's pretty tense face , pushed the door out.

Lu Mingfei walked up to Leonardo with a wine glass, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Don't worry too much, the older you get, the deeper your obsessions will become. It will explode at one point, not to mention that the principal is still recognized as an old hooligan."

"Thank...thank you." Leonardo was shocked that this young man who had been rude and aggressive before came back to comfort him at this moment. This strong contrast made him inexplicably flattered and moved.

"You're welcome," Lu Mingfei said loudly, "Look, your face is bleeding, come, let me wash it for you."

After saying that, Lu Mingfei raised his palm holding the wine glass, poured the liquid in the glass onto Leonardo's face, dropped the glass and turned to leave.

The wine glass shattered on the ground, splashing glass residue, Leonardo's face looked like his parents had just died.

……

A few days later, in the dormitory of Susie and Nuonuo.

Zhuya was lying on Nuonuo's desk, the nib of the pen left black ink marks on a piece of very common pure white letter paper.

"Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the evening, by the fountain pool next to the grove in the southwest of the library, we'll see you there... Can you call this a love letter?" Nuonuo, who was on the side, stared at Zhuya's writing on the paper, and couldn't help complaining. .

"No matter how you look at it, it looks more like an appointment?" Susie on the side also hesitated.

"I said it's not a love letter, I just want to ask him out and make it clear," Zhuya blushed slightly, "Besides, if I really write a love letter, I can let the two of you watch it?"

"I won't say anything about your tone and wording," Nuonuo sighed, "I said big sister, can you write this word more gracefully? How can you be more manly than a man? See for yourself, this looks like a girl ——Especially is it something that a girl who writes a confession letter can write? If I hadn’t seen you write it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was Chu Zihang’s invitation to Caesar to a duel.”

Even Susie nodded along with Nuonuo. Although Zhuya's handwriting didn't look like Chu Zihang's at all in her opinion, the tough and serious style with iron painted silver hooks and sharp edges and corners, as if made of swords and swords, was indeed quite similar. If you tell someone who knows Chu Zihang but has never seen Chu Zihang's handwriting that it is Chu Zihang's handwriting, there is a [-]% chance that the person will believe it.

"And your envelope, where did you buy it? It's like putting a wedding dress in a travel bag!"

Nuonuo shook an envelope in his hand. It was a light brown checkered envelope with a birch bark-like background and decorated with dark ribbons. Although it looked well-made, the overall style was obviously more suitable for everyday use. for official business dealings.

"I bought it casually, and they said it wasn't a love letter or a confession letter, it was just asking him out to speak clearly, so why bother?" Zhuya snatched the envelope from Nuonuo's hand, her mouth was firm, I also regret that the envelope seems to have been bought hastily.

"You finished writing your confession letter? The sophomore year should not be in class yet, do you want to send it to Old Tang right now?" Seeing that Zhuya had already started to fold the letter papers and put them in the envelope, Su Qian suggested.

"Ahem, that...doesn't necessarily have to be delivered today? School just started, what if he's a little busy these days?" Zhuya blinked, "How about I give it to him in a few days?"

"cut!"

"cut!"

Susie and Nuonuo made disdainful voices at the same time.

"It's the other way around, you two chicks!"

Zhuya slapped the letter on the table, and threw herself on Susie and Nuonuo to tickle them, but was picked up by the two and thrown onto the bed, and then the two of them rushed over and pressed them down.

"Hey wait! I was wrong! Help—"

Zhuya's cries for help and begging for mercy were submerged in the laughter of Susie and Nuonuo, the sunlight passed through the canopy and windows, the shadows of the leaves were printed on the desk, and the light brown envelope slanted on it, the decorative ribbons fluttered in the breeze Shake lightly.

PS: Recommend a friend's new book - "After learning Taoism for three years, is it still too late to change majors", the introduction and link are in the author's words.

　Recommend (xian) recommend (ji) a friend's new book "After learning Taoism for three years, is it still too late to change majors"

　　Summary:
　　someday.

　　College student Su Luo asked Zhihu:

　　"I have studied classical Taoism for three years, and I regret it. Now, is it too late to switch to modern martial arts or spiritual mechanics?"

　　But his question attracted a group of answerers called "monks" who shared their strange professional knowledge:

　　[This person already has a way to kill]: "There are only trash people, no trash professional!"

　　[Jian Xian]: "Warrior is the force responsible for my Great Xia world. It can move mountains, overturn seas, subdue demons, suppress demons, order gods, pick stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and open the sky!"

　　[General Fan]: "Run!!! You don't want the face of classical Taoism! You said how many association chairmen have been changed every session, can't you change it? Change the soup but not the medicine! They are fierce beasts There is also a reason to say, what kind of soldiers do I bring, I bring a group of big muscle bullies, who are you, you are also worthy of hunting me? What is the current level of Daoism in Daxia? Just a few seedlings , you, Zhao Peng, dare to hunt fierce beasts? Can he enter Liangjie Mountain? Can’t enter, do you know if you don’t have this ability..."

　　Su Luo laughed out loud, and double-clicked to praise the rich imagination of these sand sculpture netizens.

　　just,

　　The moment he opened the window,
　　The bright smile on his face suddenly froze...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)