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"You don't have to transform into a Super Saiyan to do whatever you want. There are not many things in this world that can stump us. Even if you want to run for President of the United States, it is not impossible to do it." said Mai Jude.

"I'm not interested in becoming president of the United States. That's a high-risk profession with a lot of imagination."

"Extremely imaginative?"

"Kennedy is a lesson learned from the past." Lu Mingfei waved his hand. At this time, he saw the silver metal medical box on the bluestone not far away.

"Eriyi, are you ready?" Lu Mingfei looked at the red-haired girl who was carefully eating the strawberry-flavored ice cream. Eli Yi was indeed undefended in front of this guy, her fair and smooth skin was as warm as milk, and her beautiful spring time was nakedly exposed in front of Lu Mingfei. He could see the black blood vessels covering the girl's wrists, ankles and neck, and white scales growing on the joints, slowly growing towards other parts of the body.

Eliyi hesitated for a moment, then raised her finger at Lu Mingfei.

"Will Sakura stay with me?" Her voice was very soft, like the wind blowing through the treetops in the distance, and Lu Mingfei's appearance was reflected in her reddish pupils like a mellow wine. Lu Mingfei knelt down again, squatting in front of Eliyi, and touched the top of her head. It was not a gentle touch, but like squeezing a kitten.

"Yes," he said.

It's not that Eri is unable to speak, and it's not that every word she speaks at any time is ancient dragon text. She just has hurt others unintentionally, so she is afraid to speak.

But she wasn't that scared when she was in front of Lu Mingfei. She always felt safe as long as she was around this man.

"Then I'm not afraid." Eriyi said seriously. She held Lu Mingfei's hand. Even in the hot spring, her hand was cold and hard. She was undoubtedly entering an almost irreversible dragon transformation. At this stage, the hot dragon's blood is returning to the heart that is more active than ever before, and the toxicity flows along the blood vessels into every inch of flesh and skin.

Lu Mingfei scratched Hui Liyi's palm, and Hui Liyi also scratched Lu Mingfei's palm.

"If I fail, will I turn into a monster, like Ryosuke Sanada." Eryi looked at the palms held by her and Lu Mingfei. She gradually raised her head, and her eyes met Lu Mingfei through the thin steam. .

"Will Sakura defeat Eriki just like Tiga defeated Eblon? Will Sakura...kill Eriki?" There was confusion in her eyes, her eyelashes were trembling with the steam, but her expression was dull. Silly, but also revealing great determination and seriousness.

"Can you tell me first before you kill me? I want to hug Sakura. I'm afraid of the dark. I won't be afraid if you are by my side..."

"No."

Erika blinked, her small plain white cheeks raised.

"Eri is not Sanada Ryousuke." Lu Mingfei repeated, his voice was equally low. Zero and Shutoku Mai seemed to have disappeared from this space, their drooping eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and there was only The pear clothes are painted blankly,

Lu Mingfei paused and said in a slow voice, "Even if you really become a monster, I will not be Tiga... When the world wants to be on good terms with you, I will be on good terms with the world. If the world wants to kill you, I will stand with you on the opposite side of the world."

The monster Ebron is the evolution of Sanada Ryosuke after he transplanted Ebron cells. The evolution process is painful and twisted. Although Sanada Ryosuke has made a leap in various abilities after evolution, the darkness and extreme emotions in his heart have also been completely expanded. He needs a lot of power to maintain his life, and finally died in the battle with Tiga because his own power was exhausted.

Lu Mingfei regretted those words as soon as they came out of his mouth. He wondered why he could say such a domineering and immature thing. It would be fine if he was bragging to Eri in private, but now the princess and Miss Ninja were watching him. Looking at Ling's strange eyes, it was like he was analyzing President Lu over and over again like an X-ray.

Eli Yi was stunned, her ignorant and immature eyes seemed to be blooming, her embarrassment and fear gradually disappeared, and finally she opened her arms to Lu Mingfei, her soft hair covering her collarbone, her She stood up from the water. The warm water flowed from the girl's slender white body. The steam covered her body like a thin veil. She slowly hugged Lu Mingfei's body. neck, burying her head deeply in the man's chest.

A few seconds later, Lu Mingfei heard low sobs. He was stunned, as if a rainstorm was pouring out of his eyes. For a moment, the world was lonely and desolate.

The sound of rushing water sounded not far away, and Mai Shutoku and Rei walked into the depths covered by steam one after another.

Eriyi raised her face from Lu Mingfei's shoulder. Her body was tall and slender, but her soft skin was cold, and many places were covered with fine white scales.

Lu Mingfei gently touched Eliyi's hair, and Eliyi rubbed her cheek affectionately against Lu Mingfei's cheek.

"You will not fail." Lu Mingfei said, he said it very firmly. If the golden holy liquid can't work, then he can only make the final choice and exchange his soul for her chance to live. .

"I don't want to look like Sakura doesn't like it, so if we really fail..." Eryi held Lu Mingfei's cheek with both hands. She looked at the man's face carefully and felt that this moment was really happy. , there is still someone in this world who loves her, and it happens that that person is also the one she loves.

"Please kill me."

she says. Lu Mingfei's heart moved, and he felt something hard being stuffed into his hand.

He lowered his head slightly and saw a sharp bullet. The warhead was made of dark yellow crystal, and the core of the crystal was filled with hundreds of tiny red flakes.

It was the Philosopher's Stone extracted from Norton's Dragon Bone Cross, mixed with pure fire elements, and was a deadly weapon capable of killing pure-blooded dragons.

When Constantine and Angers were attacked by Gattuso's assassin named Fujiwara Shinnosuke at Haneda Airport, Lu Mingfei asked for such a bullet from Caesar and entrusted Nono to give it to E Pear clothes.

Lu Mingfei hugged Eliyi. He could feel her heartbeat like a dense drumbeat, but her body temperature was still extremely low, as if she would die in the next second.

This is the process of Deadpool's transformation, or dragon transformation. The dragon's blood gathers in the heart, and the toxicity continues to accumulate until it finally turns into an unrivaled torrent that washes away the blood vessels throughout the body.

This process does not happen overnight. The degradation of the hybrid to Deadpool is extremely painful, and the mind and body will suffer tremendous torture.

"Don't think wildly, dear Miss Eriyi, there are still so many things you haven't done in this world and there are so many interesting things you haven't seen. If someone really deserves to die, that person should be me." Lu Ming Fei said softly, his voice was too low, and even Eriki, who was so close, didn't hear it.

——"What do you think?" Mai Shutoku pushed Zero, who was wearing a swimsuit next to her, with her shoulder, and pushed a can of frozen Coke into Zero's hand.

Zero's expression was still indifferent, and could even be called indifferent. "Do I have any opinions?" she asked, with a slight blush on her face. She didn't know whether it was from embarrassment or anger, or simply because of the hot spring. temperature,

"Hey, hey, you are saying this with a face like a red apple, you really don't have three hundred taels of silver here!" Mai Shutoku lay on Ling's smooth back and pinched her face.

Zero snorted coldly, opened the ring of Coke, poured a big gulp into his mouth like a swig of whiskey, and glanced sideways at the almost overlapping sculptures in the white steam in the distance with raised eyebrows. Shadows of two people.

"Let the medical team come in. We have already catalyzed the activity of the golden holy liquid to the most appropriate level. There will be no problems with the bloodline transformation of the Uesugi family leader this time." Zero said.

Mai Shutoku held her chin and looked over. She sent a message with the mobile phone in the waterproof bag on her wrist, and then said: "The boss said that there is not much time to calm down. Although the little mute is a little unstable at the moment, But after optimizing your bloodline and training for a period of time, you can become the most powerful warrior in the world... This is the so-called battle of armies. Everyone who wants to get their hands on the crown must give up all the money he has saved for thousands of years. Precious power is thrown into a meat grinder-like battlefield. At that time, even we can only be regarded as cannon fodder. "

"Su Enxi should indeed be cannon fodder, but we are different." Ling blinked and went through what he wanted to say in his mind, "We are hounds, chasing death in the north."

"You haven't even fought yet, but you're already thinking about chasing death after winning?"

"Well, he has always been very confident." Zero admitted simply, and Shutoku Mai shrugged, which was regarded as approval of her words.

At this time, girls in white coats lined up, each with a serious look on their face. They stood silently next to Lu Mingfei and Eli Yi, as if they were about to hold some strange ceremony.

The sound of splashing into the water was heard one after another. Several girls took off their clothes and jumped into the hot spring, showing off their beautiful bodies.

"Please relax. We are the most professional nursing team in the world. No accidents will happen." A girl who seemed to be the team leader lowered her head and said. She handed the syringe to Lu Mingfei's hand. Lu Mingfei looked at it carefully to confirm that it was correct. Then he nodded and handed it back.

It was indeed a golden holy liquid. Even his bloodline was being summoned, and he couldn't help but take this thing as his own.

Sure enough, in the face of power, everyone is greedy, because their genes will push them forward and hold everything that the Supreme Power has in their hands.

Lu Mingfei held Eri's hand, and Eri sat back in the hot spring water. Rei and Shutoku Mai both appeared in the white steam not far away, and they were all watching from a distance.

To witness the miracle coming again and the birth of the second dragon-blooded person in history.

The first person in the world to have a similar distinction was the ancient hero Siegfried.

Chapter 295 Gattuso Family Debt

The winter nights in Moscow are really bitingly cold, and the long silent streets are deserted. On both sides of the street, you can see the Byzantine buildings from the Catherine era, and you can also see the Khrushchev building that is quite old and lacks repairs. building.

The windows and doors of the Byzantine buildings were dark, and not even a ghost could be seen. On the contrary, the Khrushchev Tower, which became popular at the end of the last century and even took half of China by storm, was brightly lit.

Sandstorm-like snow and hard ice crystals fell diagonally, and the whole world was filled with the roar of the wind and the rustle of snow dust falling on the ground and on the roof of the car.

The old man on crutches wrapped himself in a dark green military cotton coat. Although the biting wind almost blew through the thick clothes, he did not shrink, but appeared tall and straight. Even the crutch doesn't look like a crutch, but more like a weird-shaped sword. It seems that it will be pulled out at any time to shake off the snow on the blade and fight to the death with the enemies chasing in the darkness.

In 2010, the first snow in Moscow this winter came suddenly and fiercely, like a polar bear crawling out of a cave, roaring and sweeping across its territory.

The old man was leaning against an Aston Martin that looked to be quite old. This classic car turned on all the lights, and the sharp and huge light beams left huge spots of light in the long snow and dust.

Snow and fine ice crystals fell everywhere in this ancient city, and the leather boots of Napoleon's soldiers may have stepped on those stone-paved floors.

His old but stiff shadow stood quietly in the snow, and after a short time his shoulders were covered with snowflakes.

Frost felt more relaxed than ever before. He was rubbing a cigar with his hand in his mouth, there was a bottle of old whiskey in the car, and every mobile phone was turned off. He had never been as free as he was today.

Long years have passed since he was elected as the acting head of the family by the elders at the family elders meeting. For a long time, Frost had to travel back and forth between the United States and Italy every day. Under his management, the Gattuso family's properties spread all over the world, and they jumped from the school board in just a few decades. And rise to become the most powerful wealthy family in the entire mixed race world.

He enjoyed this feeling, this feeling of having power and power.

But sometimes Frost still wanted to spend a whole day doing nothing, go back to his house in the country, say hello to his neighbors, read an old book under the violet vines, drink a cup of black tea he brewed, and eat a piece of baked goods. Burnt bread or steak.

The late night in Moscow is cold and lonely, unlike Tokyo, where the lights are so bright that they can set the sky on fire. The cold current from the north kicks off a cold wind that will soon freeze everything. If you wait just one month, the spire buildings, firs and larches on the other side of the Volga River will be frozen into ice sculptures.

But the modified Aston Martin is warm, and of course it will not turn off the engine when the secretary is temporarily driven away. In this way, it can continuously retain the heat flow around the owner, and at the same time, it can also avoid the warning when restarting. thermal process.

The snowflakes and ice crystals fell on the black car roof and immediately melted into snow water, and then slowly evaporated. The white water vapor filled the classic car and formed a hazy boundary around Frost.

Not far away is October Square. There are obviously troops stationed on the other side of the square. The top of a Khrushchev Building is set up by sentries and engineers with bright xenon headlights. It turns slowly like a searchlight. Circle, illuminating this silent city in the sky full of ice and snow, and also illuminating the distant cars on the roadside that looked like dead animals. Frost lit the cigar, and the smoke curled up and was blown away by the wind and snow.

Even though he was temporarily freed from the vortex of power, Frost Gattuso was still worried. The large-scale resurgence of dragons and more and more out-of-control hybrids are appearing all over the world. On the battlefield of dragon slaying, the academy is under increasing pressure. This also means that the Gattuso family who provides help to the academy is enduring more and more pressure. The more pressure.

Obviously a great era is coming, and the doomsday that the Mayans call it is coming with the return of an ancient supreme being.

In such an era, how should such a fragile human being survive the torrent? Could it be that he really knelt down as a slave of the dragon after the war?

The light spot at the end of the cigar moved upward inch by inch. Frost exhaled and the hot white steam rose.

At the same time, more and more evidence seems to be pointing to the Gattuso family. Frost knows that there is a big fish stirring up the storm hidden next to him, but he doesn't know who that fish is.

Who instigated Fujiwara Shinnosuke’s attack on the principal...?

Why did that person have to make an appointment to meet in a place like this? It seemed like he couldn't trust the other members of the Gattuso family.

There are too many truths hidden behind the confusing fog. Frost sometimes feels like a clueless puppet, but the fact is that he holds more than half of the family's armed forces in his hands. If this old man wants to launch an attack, This is an armed coup to overthrow the head of the Pompeii family, and the high probability of final victory will be Frost.

A faint, dim light suddenly lit up on the opposite side of the long street. Amid the curtain-like snow and dust, one could see that the light was actually a glass phone booth. The rickety shadow was just behind the glass. The temperature difference between the inside and outside caused the inner wall of the phone booth to be obscured. There is a thick layer of moisture on it.

The rickety figure walked out of the phone booth under the dim light. He didn't bring an umbrella, and he was almost drowned in the snow in an instant.

Sure enough it was him.

Frost's heart trembled slightly, and his hand holding the cane became harder.

One day ago, the man who walked out of the phone booth called Frost, who was far away in the London Financial Institution negotiating a deal worth more than two billion US dollars. Frost immediately gave the signing authority to the consultant next to him and rushed over without stopping. Moscow.

Because the person on the other end of the phone was Fidelis.

In the mixed-race world, he also has a more famous name, Western Watch, Fidelis Henkel.

In terms of status, Henkel is even higher than Frost, but the heritage of North American mixed-races is far inferior to that of European mixed-races, so the Gattuso family can always be on an equal footing with the powerful Henkel family.

The attack on Angers by Fujiwara Shinnosuke was not recorded by Norma, so the school board, including Frost, had no way of knowing. But Henkel told Frost about it on the phone and threatened that "a new era is about to begin, and we old guys will become the key to the new era."

So here comes Frost.

Henkel stood across the long street. Although he still retained the prestige of the Western Watch, he was after all a 130-year-old man with severe calcium loss. Standing under the violent and turbulent snow dust, he looked like a man in the ocean. A lone boat seems to be about to collapse in an instant.

He glanced at the lonely streetlight at the end of the street. The light was like a small, weak halo in the increasingly heavy snowstorm. Facing the deserted October Square, he pulled up his sheepskin hunting jacket. The collar seems to be trying to block the wind and cold.

In the distance, on the October Square covered by the biting cold wind, stands the bronze statue of Lenin. Only a black silhouette of the huge dark sculpture can be seen in the rain, which seems to be printed in the sky.

Henkel pressed the brim of his hat on his head toward the bronze statue, as if to salute and to block the wind and snow.

Just as Han Gao made this move, Frost was already coming towards him. The two old men looked at each other silently in the snow, and then shook hands with each other. Both of their hands were as hot as red-hot charcoal.

“Why did you choose to meet in Moscow?”

"The eyes of the academy do not have the ability to completely penetrate this country. Only in the poorest countries and Russia in the world can our conversations not be monitored by Norma," Henkel said.

They walked back to the Aston Martin together. Frost opened the passenger door for Fidelis Henkel. Henkel got in and found the whiskey inserted in the card slot with two hands. He poured himself and Frost a glass each from a wide-mouthed glass.

Frost spit out the cigarette butt into the dust-like snow that was flying all over the sky. He squinted slightly and looked at Henkel. Norma and EVA are essentially the same thing. As the holder of the black card, Frost is both the protector and the monitored person of this artificial intelligence.

Although they don’t really like such a... ghostly girl who is always around them, many people have already become accustomed to getting a response from Norma anytime and anywhere by just saying a word. This huge intelligent system is like guarding the college and the society. The Holy Spirit on duty of the school directors never has a vacation and does not need to rest.