Asian Girl Completion Manual

Under Fisher's body, the figure of the blue-scaled draconian gradually overlapped with the figure of Lal, the youngest of the several draconic sisters at that time, but the originally most innocent child, Even the naive child who had no idea that he was going through the slave trade at the time seemed particularly calm and calm now.

She has not yet grown the sparkling dragon horns, and strands of sweat-stained sky-blue curly hair are stuck to her forehead, becoming a little hazy. In addition to the two sharp daggers on her body, her scales and clothing were also covered with a portion of light armor to protect key locations. At this moment, wisps of steam were continuously spurting out from underneath.

Fisher knows very well that this is a phenomenon that only occurs when the dragon race's mood fluctuates.

Fisher's eyes moved downward little by little, taking in everything about the other person that was familiar or unexpected. It wasn't until he saw a deep scar on the other person's exposed neck that he could not stop. He didn't know if it was these scars that gave birth to the extremely ferocious blue dragon race just now.

Lal was panting beneath her. Like Fisher, she was of course confirming whether the man with long hair and increasingly ragged clothes in front of her was the well-dressed gentleman back then.

Whether it was voice or appearance, the man in front of her was of course the same. But even though the answer was determined, she was still looking at Fisher in front of her, waiting for him to respond.

After a moment of silence, Fisher gently released Lar's imprisoned wrists and responded,

".It's me, Lal."

He immediately stood up and glanced at the Red Dragon Palace soldiers who were still surrounding them with eager eyes. He did not take action again and gave up his previous plan. He just asked,

"Rafael, where are you?"

Fisher's voice brought Lal back to reality little by little. She sat up slowly and without replying first, she just said to the soldiers around her,

"He is a friend, not an enemy of the puppet court. Go and carry Capone and Ruhr back who were accidentally injured first. Don't worry."

The surrounding Red Dragon soldiers, as well as the wounded soldiers who had just been lifted up, looked doubtfully at Lal, who seemed to be their leader at the moment. Then one of the demi-humans said, "We will report this matter to the dragon." Queen" before turning around and leaving.

"I will tell her personally."

Lal added, and the soldiers over there walked further and further away, until they completely disappeared among the leaves and trees of the same color as them. Lal then turned back to look at Fisher in front of him. After scanning Fisher up and down in front of her, she smiled and asked him,

"Fisher, why have you become like this? You were wearing formal clothes and a cane before, but now you look like a beggar. But you are still as handsome as before."

The silent atmosphere was broken by Lar's simple words. Fisher also smiled, stretched out his hand towards Lar who was sitting on the ground, and pulled her up.

"I also want to know how the little guy who only knew how to hide in Mir's arms suddenly knew how to use a dagger."

"It's a long story, and it's all for New Dragon Palace."

Lar clapped her hands, and she walked closer to Fisher. In comparison, her original height, which was less than half of Fisher's, suddenly jumped up a lot, and now she was already under Fisher's ribs. She He patted Fisher on the shoulder and said,

"But you definitely don't want to hear these words from me, right? Come with me, I'll take you to see Rafaah, what kind of ugly thing is this?!"

Lar was just about to say something with a smile, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw an eye blinking towards him on Fisher's chest and in front of his face. At first she thought it was an hallucination she had after the battle, but after careful observation, she found that not only did the thing not disappear, but it blinked faster, as if it was sizing herself up.

She quickly took a step back and said this defensively.

Emhard was so angry that he flew out of Fisher's arms and cursed Lal and said,

"Your mother, I am the Great Book Sir Emhart, and I am not an ugly thing! This is the first time I have met such an rude draconic race. Very good. You have successfully lowered my overall view of the draconic race. I have decided that I will drop Rafael by two more from the list!"

"Fisher, what. What list?"

Lar looked at Fisher next to him with a blank face, and he pulled him back into his hand while he was whirring expressionlessly, and just explained,

"Nothing, let me introduce you. This is Lord Shu Emhart. He is a good friend of mine. He cares more about what other people call him. Don't worry about it."

Emhardt slowly calmed down after hearing what Fisher said as a "good friend". Although he still stared at Lal in front of him with an unkind expression, he finally stopped acting as Fisher's "self-destructing truck." "It disrupted his rhythm, which was already under great pressure.

"Well, I'm really sorry. I was just scared by you. Fisher, come with me. Rafael is on the first front, some distance away from here."

"Front One?"

"Ah, it's the front line between us and the puppet court."

Lal didn't say much, he just picked up the hook and lock thrown away by Fisher and put it on his shoulder. It seemed that even such a weapon was indispensable to the Red Dragon Palace.

"You are still as powerful now as you were back then. You are so different from other humans. So many of us can't do anything against you."

Lal led Fisher to move quickly towards an extremely hidden direction in the mountains. It was not a leisurely stroll, but he was jumping extremely quickly over dense forests and cliffs throughout the process. However, Lal looked very strong and familiar with the road. Then I knew that she had walked away countless times.

Of course, they were not idle while walking, and they were talking just like they had on the carriage. However, the questions raised by the idiot Lar were no longer so immature and dumbfounding.

"On the contrary, I am curious as to why you are targeting me."

In fact, when Fisher entered the town previously, he found that he would unconsciously bring pressure to other non-mythical ranks. This was beyond the control of Fisher, who had just entered the mythical rank. Although in the past when he was in the sanctuary, he felt that most of the time those mythical species and even the nineteenth-level archangels were quite gentle.

Therefore, he concluded that the mythical level should have some way to reduce its own sense of existence and make itself less conspicuous and oppressive.

He had tried during this period, such as subjectively restraining his movements and becoming taciturn, but judging from the fact that Ingrid tried to remind himself with body language many times but couldn't, it seemed to be of no use at all.

Then it would be strange for these demihuman soldiers to target him.

Lar jumped quickly in front, but looked back at Fisher with great confusion and said to him,

"Ah, because we often block the offensive of the puppet court, we usually control strangers when we see them. Of course, except for you, there won't be any lost passers-by here. And what you are wearing It's a bit older than before, and it's been so long, so I didn't recognize you for a while."

Some of the answers were wrong, but Fisher had realized that it seemed that Lar in front of him did not realize that he was a mythical person at all, but only thought that he was still very powerful.

This is a bit strange.

Fisher didn't ask any more questions, and just followed Lar, whose tail was wagging slightly in front of him.

Her tail is shorter and thinner than Raphael's, but Fisher always feels that the dragon race's tail is actually the same as the steam and scales in other places, and can reflect their mood to a certain extent, and Sometimes the other person may not even realize this feeling.

Their speed was very fast, and less than a quarter of an hour later, they stopped in front of a strange, naturally formed hollow cave. But the surroundings were still empty and looked lifeless. It probably wasn't Rafael's general headquarters for frontline operations.

Lar stopped where he was, then turned to Fisher and said,

"Fisher, just wait here for a moment, okay? I'm sorry, I can't take you to Rafael and the front command for the time being. It's not because I don't trust you, it's just that we have been here since a long time ago. Many of the comrades who are fighting are prejudiced against the humans in the Western Continent. This is not something Rafael can decide alone. I don’t want to cause trouble to Rafael, and I don’t want your meeting again after a long separation to be full of gunpowder. .”

"I understand, thank you, Lar."

Her eyes were a little evasive, but she seemed more willing to be the "evil person" herself than Rafael said these words later.

Fortunately, Fisher had already made such a plan before coming.

So at this moment, he just nodded to express his understanding.

Lal turned her head to look at Fisher in front of her gratefully, and then she threw the dagger in her hand to Fisher in the distance. Under Fisher's doubtful gaze, she turned her back and prepared to leave before the voice came again,

"Fix your long hair and stubble, if you want, although I don't think Rafael would care."

"Because you are still the same as before."

After saying that, she held on to the cliff next to her and jumped up, heading towards the dense forest further away. She soon disappeared from Fisher's sight, and she didn't know where she went.

"Ha, this dragon. Well, I temporarily forgive her previous rudeness. But it is really rare. From their perspective, you have been away for more than five years. You were on this trip to the Southern Continent with them. How long did it last?”

".Not long."

"Really? This is really strange. I originally thought that the dragon songs recorded in the wilderness were fake. I originally read that there was a black male dragon who fell in love with a fellow dragon at first sight. He spent a lot of money He tried to attract the attention of the yellow dragon man and finally married her. This process only lasted two months, and what was even more regrettable was that the wife of the black dragon man fell ill and died after marrying him. "

Fisher held the dagger and walked into the cave. Emhardt stood on his shoulder and sighed,

"It's hard to imagine that after his wife passed away, he began to write his wife's 'Dragon Songs' on a wall. Until his death, he wrote more than two hundred poems, covering the entire wall. Dragon Songs Oh, it is a language that is obscure and difficult to understand. Legend has it that it is the voice of the soul. As long as you can sing it, you can feel the emotions contained in it. It is a pity that Fermat Baharon Court has disappeared for so long, and now I don’t see anyone who knows how to write it, I’ve only seen it in historical sites.”

Fisher nodded and found a rock inside the cave where water was dripping. Under the rock, a clear pool shimmered with light, vaguely reflecting his general appearance.

It's enough.

Fisher raised the dagger and was about to trim his long hair and stubble, but it was only at this moment that he accidentally discovered a short line of words strangely engraved in Nali language on the handle of the knife.

He looked down and saw it written,

"bread"

Looking at this word, Fisher couldn't help but laugh, but then he still raised the dagger and began to sort out his appearance.

"Click."

"Click."

"Click."

His movements were gentle and slow, and his thoughts gradually became calmer in the process. Everything around him became extremely quiet. Even Emhardt's bored voice began to yawn, fly around in the sky, and complain about the dragon race called "Rafael" that hadn't come yet. It was no longer audible. .

Until the hair on the ground fell to the ground, and then it seemed to have gained life in his eyes, turning into black, unrecognizable insects and flesh and blood that squirmed, and then slowly turned into fly ash. , he suddenly stopped the blade in his hand.

Because at this moment, with his extremely keen perception of the mythical level, behind him, in the distance, he suddenly heard an extremely rapid running sound.

The accompanying sounds include a regular and uncaptured sound of breathing, the friction between armor and armor, and armor and scales.

He didn't look back, just listened to the running footsteps getting faster and faster, until even Emhart seemed to hear it, and quickly flew back to his arms, only sticking out one eye to carefully look at the dim sunlight outside. It is like a hole that separates the inner and outer worlds.

But Fisher still didn't look back, he just clenched the blade in his hand little by little.

"Tap tap tap tap tap."

The closer he got to the cave, the slower his footsteps became.

It seemed like some kind of disbelief, like some kind of hesitation that he was not sure about. It wasn't until the figure saw the cave and the figure in the cave with his back to her that her steps really became extremely slow, as if every step of the way... Every step is difficult to move.

Until she walked to the door of the cave, blocked the sunlight, and fell on Fisher's back, a scorching figure wearing armor, with long hair and a raised tail.

Emhard swallowed and looked at the dragon shadow at the entrance of the cave.

Until she moved forward, passed the door bolt turned into sunlight, and walked into the cave.

The shadow climbed down from Fisher's body little by little until it fell to the ground and crawled toward her body.

At this moment, Fisher also turned his head little by little, taking in his eyes the figure not far behind him.

It was a wisp of soul that seemed to be burning, and the light steam lingering around her body made her body, which was obviously covered in heavy armor, appear so graceful in Fisher's eyes.

The tail behind her raised up in disbelief, and then trembled like a rattlesnake, while hanging down and clinging to her feet, like a delicate girl, timidly looking at the distance. gentleman.

She clenched her fists a little, and the scales on her body that were used as a second layer of armor for protection trembled again, as if she was being attracted by some indescribable attraction.

She was not wearing a helmet, and her long red hair was hanging down like a waterfall on top of her heroic armor. The expression on her extremely beautiful face could not be described at this moment. Fisher just felt that the muscles near her eyes were undulating weakly.

Under a pair of bright horns, the turquoise eyes, like a pool of clear spring or lake water, looked into the man's figure, and then splashed with layers of ripples visible to the naked eye.

The dragon race in front of me is a rare dragon race with red scales; the dragon race in front of me is the Dragon Queen of the Dragon Court in the south of the Southern Continent who is stubbornly resisting.

The dragon race in front of him is Fisher's suitable tail mate, Rafael.

"fee"

Over the past few years, her appearance has not changed much. It is as clear as when she left, but no longer impulsive.

She approached Fisher little by little. Maybe even Fisher felt a little uncomfortable meeting the two people who had been separated for a long time.

What he had originally considered, his longing for Rafael and his eagerness to meet her, what he had been brewing for a long time, and what he wanted to say to her, all turned into a blank with the other person's face at this moment.

He suddenly didn't know what to say. Just like Rafael in front of him, his lips trembled for a long time, but he only revealed his name.

Damn it, say something quickly!

Emhardt, who was staying in Fisher's arms, could see clearly that he had never seen any big storms before. At this moment, he looked east to Fisher and west to Rafael, whom he had met for the first time. He really wanted to say this sentence The words were spoken and the confusion of these two people was awakened.

But he didn't do that after all. Instead, he honestly pretended to be a lifeless and incapable of thinking book, leaving everything about the reunion to be felt by themselves.

There was not a single word spoken, but the distance between them was getting closer and closer.

That is to say, in this close proximity, Rafael's tail and scales, or soul, had already sensed something.

As if the correct password had been entered, the upturned, sharp scales on her body began to fall down visibly to the naked eye, and extremely shockingly, exhaling extremely excited steam, as if it was some kind of hymn of joy.

At the moment when that phenomenon appeared, all the estrangements and strangeness that had been formed for a long time disappeared, leaving only the heavy longing that was satisfied and the many grievances that wanted to be poured out.

Rafael's eyes were sore, and then he suddenly threw himself into Fisher's arms, as if he wanted to sink himself into his body.

Her tail wound up in circles, frightening Emhart so much that he flew out at an inappropriate time, leaving the position for Rafael to rely on.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

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Fisher also stretched out his hand and hugged her tightly. Even though there was a layer of armor between them, he still couldn't stop the scorching heat.

Even Rafael and Fisher didn't expect that at this moment, her horns, which were completely illusory to Fisher, actually touched Fisher's body firmly, following the opponent's horns. The place where Fisher's body came into contact seemed to have formed an invisible corridor, tightly connecting the two people together.

At this moment, they are really like a real draconic couple, with their souls connected by dragon horns and scales, thus having a draconic love that is praised in the world.

A hot tear ran down her face, and then she raised her head, touching her dragon horns to Fisher's face, bringing him closer and closer to her.

Only now did she finally feel relieved

Everything she felt now was not a dream, but real.

The person in front of me is Fisher, the Fisher I have missed for a long time.

She rubbed the other person's face and said,

"Great you're back, Fisher."

Fisher also lowered his head, accepted everything she had to say, and said softly,

"Yes, I'm back, Rafael." (End of chapter)