Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei’s Growth Life Simulator.

Let’s not mention Principal Angers, the vengeful god. To put it bluntly, for most professors at Kassel College, it doesn’t matter where the species comes from. Whether it’s the mysterious civilization left in the Nibelungs or another world. Or visitors from parallel time and space.

The world with dragons has been enough to keep them busy for thousands of years. How can they have so much time and energy to care about other things?

They just want to pay attention to whether this new species will be a help or a hindrance on the road to slaying the dragon.

After all, these people who have the ability to fight and gnaw at Deadpool do not conflict with Cassel's position of slaying the dragon, but are subtly consistent.

I don’t know if it’s the elemental disorder caused by authority, or if it’s just the weather today.

What is clear is that in the criss-crossing traffic intertwined with darkness and dazzling neon lights, the sea breeze of the coastal town is dancing.

Under the hazy cold moon, the thin white raindrops seemed to have had enough rest, and jumped out again, causing a lot of chaos.

The cold red taillights connected with the warm yellow near-beam lights, and the rain traces in front of the window shattered into a red lake, and disappeared the next moment.

Chen Motong gently closed her eyes, crumpled the beautiful night scene outside the window into a ball together with the curiosity, doubts, wavering self-denial and self-affirmation in her heart, and threw it out of the sky.

Be it a kidnapping case or a group of Deadpools.

It doesn't matter if one person is wearing a triangle, a red-eyed mutant hybrid, or a visitor from another world.

It had nothing to do with her at all. The interest in my heart had passed. I said what I had to say and did what I could do.

She now thinks even more about falling down on the soft big bed and being unable to sleep, but the world is falling apart and the world is ending, and it has nothing to do with her.

The engine buzzed, and the vehicle flashed away in the rain, leaving behind a curtain of high and low water.

The white threads continued to fall, spreading through the streets and alleys of the city, and gradually turned into transparent black under a certain black rolling cloud, covering up the faint smell of blood in the air.

Staggering, they pushed the door open. The antique shop and the others, who were covered in wounds, didn't know how many unknown changes their group's actions had brought to the world. They only knew that they would never underestimate the enemy again if they saw the golden-eyed monster again!

"Mind your own business!" Kamishiro Riyo, who was covered in blood, gently placed Kirishima Touka, who was covered in tears, in the corner. He looked at her pale little face with an uncertain expression. His mind was still hesitating but his body subconsciously walked out the door.

"Miss Rise, where are you going?" Kaneki Ken, who was blocking the back and holding his abdomen, asked subconsciously. He didn't know why, but he couldn't bear to see the culprit who turned him into this state again no matter how much he hated her.

"Find some food for this nosy fool. She doesn't have the abnormal recovery physique of our Linhe owners. If it's later, she won't survive." Kamishiro Roshi said unhappily, "Don't worry, I will try my best to stay away from here. People farther away won’t cause trouble to antiques.”

"Stop causing trouble, Li Shi." An old voice came from outside the door. The Fangcun store manager who led all the deadlies to the other side of the city and successfully escaped opened the door and threw a scale-covered body on the ground. .

"If you need to supplement, use this."

He leaned against the door tiredly, staring at the pool of blood blooming on the ground, and murmured hoarsely,

"Until we understand the specific situation of this world, we must be more cautious in our future actions."

You know, even as a SSS level ghoul, he almost died when faced with the sudden burst of different powers.

The danger level of this world is definitely not half lower than that of the world with Baijiu, it will only be more difficult!

Reflected in the mirror-like lake of blood, Riyo "stabbed" off a piece of flesh, and gently stuffed it into the unconscious Kirishima Touka's red lips.

The sweet liquid that slowly soaked the floor reflected the extremely serious faces of the people in the antique shop.

The lights flicker in the red color and solemnity of the coffee shop to be opened, and also in the bay windows and relaxation of the famous hotel.

"Hmm!" Mai Shutoku lazily raised her somewhat messy head, confusedly touched the ringing cell phone, and said in a numbing voice, "Hello? Then."

"Don't tempt me now!" Potato Chip Girl, who had just gotten off the plane, was furious and wrinkled her little face and shouted, "Something happened!"

"Which of your companies went bankrupt? Or was your stock delisted?" Mai Shutoku yawned, stood up and poured a glass of water to moisten her throat.

"That would be great! Can things related to money be a big deal?" Potato Chip Girl rolled her eyes and said angrily, "It's our little lion. If you don't know, forget it! I'll send it to you directly. !”

Mai Shutoku looked at the report sent with confusion. It was the most authoritative news organization in this small town. It only released news for half an hour, and its page views had reached a level that was very scary compared to ordinary reports.

"A light that is brighter than fire? The person who miraculously survived the sea of ​​fire turned out to be"

After carefully browsing the words with generous words of praise and the exceptionally well-captured photos, Mai Shutoku's eyes slowly widened, and she zoomed in on the protagonist's face.

"This is not Lu Ming, wait! I just haven't looked at him for a day, and he made such a big fuss? Potato chips, what do you do for food? Didn't you agree to send someone to take over and keep an eye on him?"

"You said he has awakened his bloodline, how dare I send people to keep an eye on him?" Potato Chip Girl argued.

"What about the team behind you that is responsible for tracking him remotely? With such a big deal, they probably won't tell you?" Mai Shutoku responded quickly and immediately thought of another layer of insurance they had set up.

"Hey, don't worry about this. Just think about what to do!" Potato Chip Girl hesitated. How dare she say that she was drunk yesterday and lost the equipment that she had always reported to the hotel in a daze until she got off the plane. Only then did I learn the devastating news from the assistant who picked me up at the airport.

When Mai Shutoku heard that she was the fault of the wine, she couldn't help pinching her brows irritably and asked subconsciously,

"What does the boss say? It's impossible for him to not react when such a big thing happens. Is it to control the ferment of public opinion, or to directly promote the achievements of our 'little hero' who caused a big thing with just a little carelessness?"

"Who knows, the boss really didn't respond at all!" Potato Chip Girl couldn't help but look up to the sky, feeling a little bit like she had lost her backbone, "It's just like hibernating."

Having said this, the two of them sat in silence.

So, what should they do?

"How about? Make a patch for the fire incident." Potato Chip Girl thought for a while and suggested, "Be prepared?"

"Are you talking about hiring trolls and hackers to control or delete the reporting direction of relevant news, divert public attention, and thereby reduce Lu Mingfei's sense of presence in this incident?" Years of cooperation have made Jiude Mai mentally enlightened. , she took off her only white robe in the warm light, and picked up the underwear thrown away not far away with a flick of her feet.

"Yes," Potato Chip Girl nodded and admitted, swiping the fresh device she had just received. "Although it is not clear what the little lion has done, there is obviously a force on the Internet that is deliberately deleting and controlling reports. As long as we push it a little bit more It would not be difficult to cover up briefly what he had done."

"But there is a problem with the negatives retained by the news writers. With that thing, countless reports can be published anytime and anywhere. I will never go back to the north. You are the only one who can take on this task."