Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Entering the bell tower, climbing up the stairs, and pushing open the creaking small wooden door, you feel as if you have gone from day to night in an instant.

The residence of this night watchman is so appropriate for his title. The thick curtains are tightly closed, not even a trace of the sun's rays can penetrate. Except for the fluorescent light of the huge old-fashioned TV in the center of the room, Darkness.

The night watchman spent year after year in such a dark room. He used all the funds allocated by Cassel and the professor's subsidy to buy whiskey and cola chips and Xiaoshang's discs. Some things were even comparable to those in the Oxford Dictionary. Video cassettes, you can only find similar antiques in audio and video stores in the last century. They were eliminated after the advent of VCD technology more than 20 years ago. The only people who still collect cassettes are old people as old as him.

That's exactly what the vice-chancellor is.

I think he was also a handsome man with a high nose and deep eye sockets. When he walked around the beach in France, he would receive a stack of notes with lipstick printed on them. He was even enough to write 1234 on the note to play a game of Texas Hold'em Poker.

But now, in the words of the vice principal, the goddess of time is a bitch.

Oh no, God, that's so vulgar.

Probably a prostitute.

Who would have thought that this sloppy old man with whiskey in hand and French fries in his hand, who spends his days on the sofa watching Western cowboy movies on cassettes from the last century, is the Leonardo who fascinated thousands of girls back then.

Look at it, our handsome master alchemist has a belly of this size. To put it bluntly, I bet he is a boy!

Today, the night watchman continues his daily routine.

The cowboy on TV has a beauty in one hand and a revolver in the other, with a wild and handsome smile.

He is three times more handsome than I was when I was young.

the vice principal thought.

He used his greasy hands to grab the whiskey again, but it was too slippery and almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly caught it in a panic. This was good wine, and he would be heartbroken if he spilled a drop.

The door opened.

When Hilbert Jean Angers, the rector of Kassel, the contemporary leader of the Camarilla and the living legendary dragon slayer, saw his beloved vice-rector.

The alchemist master was kneeling on the ground in a weird posture, with his hands stretched forward to hold the wine bottle tightly, and his butt raised high. Angers suddenly remembered an ancient ritual in the Far East called the five-body prostrate.

The two looked at each other in silence.

"No need to be so polite."

Angers felt that he should say something. The posture of the vice principal seemed to be quite suitable, but he always felt that something was strange.

"Have you ever heard of yoga?"

It is rare for a vice-principal to be so serious. The last time Angers saw him so serious was when he was a judge at the Kassel Swimsuit Beauty Contest last year. He talked about how beauty should not be desecrated, and then he gave high marks to the girls who had less fabric. He sat down Fingel beside him couldn't hold him back.

Wait, Fingel, didn’t that guy graduate early?

Angers felt that he might have remembered it wrong. After all, he was one hundred and thirty years old, and it was inevitable that the old man would have some memory problems.

The vice-principal stood up with great effort, moved his steps, and walked a meter like the poor boy Lu Mingfei in junior high school who barely managed to finish a marathon, and then fell back into the soft embrace of the sofa.

It reminded him of the wonderful experiences he had when he was young and cuddling with girls, soft, plump and elastic, oh so wonderful.

I'm going to die on the couch.

The vice-principal swore to the truth again. As an alchemist, the person he swore to must be different. Everyone else was God, Jesus, the Jade Emperor. He swore to the truth and highlighted a style.

Angers glanced back and forth at the night watchman's hut. He was in a dilemma for a moment. There was no chair to sit on, not even a place to put his feet. He picked up a magazine at his feet and used the light of the TV to see the cover clearly. .

A lewd voice known to all men came from the other side of the sofa.

"Nice taste, old man."

Principal Fu winked at him.

"That Playboy is my treasure. The figure of the cover girl is really exciting, isn't it? For the sake of truth, as long as you sign my project application form, this treasure will be yours."

Angers shrugged.

"Come on, it's just a magazine. Why don't I treat a beautiful female student to afternoon tea?"

"asshole!"

The vice-principal was actually angry, like a sloth whose sleep was disturbed. It was hard to imagine where the point of his anger was.

"I invited a female student to tea and she didn't even call me!"

I understand, if this is the reason, you should indeed be angry.

"You damn butcher and executioner!"

"Sooner or later you have to go to hell!"

Angers put down the magazine.

"Want to go to hell? I have already prepared for it."

The vice-principal sneered, sank into the sofa again, grabbed the whiskey and drank it.

"Tell me, my dear old man, since you won't agree to approve funds for me, a poor old man, what are you going to do here?"

"The end of the world is still four years away, don't be anxious, don't be anxious."

As he spoke, he laughed and hummed a Scottish folk tune, which he had learned from a girl with a charming smile. It was truly an unforgettable night.

But soon he stopped laughing.

"check it out."

Angers ignored the vice principal's roar, cruelly took out the cassette from the projector, and then inserted the USB flash drive.

It is said that in order to facilitate the viewing of DVDs, the vice-principal took advantage of his position and ordered the equipment department in Kassel to build a projector. It is powerful and complete. It can not only play cassettes, video discs and USB flash drives, but can even act as a bomb when necessary. Not to mention how powerful it is. , it is more than enough to blow up the bell tower.

Of course, the vice-principal doesn't want the latter functions, but what else can you do? That's the equipment department that can transform a passport into a mini bomb and a lighter into an electrician's welding gun. What else do you want?

"Damn, my dear Sheriff Jack is about to duel with a dirty gangster, do you know what you are doing, butcher!"

"Be quiet."

Angers put his index finger to his lips.

"Please look."

The projector reads the file, the data travels over the wire, and soon the picture appears on the screen.

In a hall that looked like a dojo, a young man stood in the center, surrounded by a circle of kneeling warriors.

"What is this, the beginning of a kung fu movie?"

The vice principal sneered.

"I said, old man, your taste is really hard to describe. Cowboy movies are classics."

"Aha, look what I said, it's hard to describe in one sentence, idiom, I'm such a genius."

The scene continues.

Slowly, the smile on the vice principal's face gradually disappeared.

This is one against ten.

No, more.

He, Leonardo, was once a well-known hybrid, not to mention that there was an old friend who was a legendary dragon slayer. He had seen countless battles, so he naturally had good eyesight.

The vice-principal could see that the boy in the picture was not like a hybrid who relied on strength far beyond that of ordinary people to win.

He is purely technical.

A technique so perfect that it's almost artistic.