Dragon Race: My boss is Lu Mingze

Xia Tian found himself feeling a little sad for no reason.

But not too much, it was actually the first time he met this girl, after all, she was just a slightly different girl.

But even this faint sadness was diluted, and the next scene made Xia Tian really sad, and the inexplicable sadness also disappeared, leaving no trace.

At the end of the long road, a row of people riding black bicycles appeared. They were old-fashioned [-]-bar bicycles, full of rustic atmosphere.

In the lead was a young man in gold-rimmed glasses, smartly dressed in a white shirt and tailored trousers, staring intently at a Phoenix bicycle.

Behind him are some youths in black pants and a white vest.

Some are blond and blue-eyed, some have sunken eye sockets and a high nose bridge, and there are also Asians with oriental faces but closer to Southeast Asian features.

Those people rode slowly to Xia Tian's front, the mixed-race hunters outside were eager to try, but those who rode bicycles didn't even look at those hunters.

"Looking for death," a irascible burly man charged forward with his red eyes staring, as if he was going to hit the leading young man.

The young man rode the bicycle with one hand, pushed the frame of the glasses with his slender index finger, and then he glanced at the big man over there.

In an instant, a kind of indifferent gaze mixed with disdain spewed out, and white mist overflowed on the ground.

Kacha Kacha, a gust of coldness to the bone was pressing, and the big man's feet were frozen.

The base of the thigh and the parts below were frozen on the road by a piece of transparent solid ice.

Yan Ling: An extremely cold place!

The man turned his head, it was just this kind of role, it was a great honor to be glanced at by him, he was born in a dragon-slaying family, only a few people would be seen by him.

He has a high nose bridge and blue eyes unique to Europeans, with sharp eyes. He is indeed a handsome man.

The half-withered World Tree stamp on the cuff of his well-dressed shirt indicated that he came from the academy in that distant country.

Third-year student at Cassel College, Vice-President of the League, Jersey de Bourbon, Class A.

He is hailed as the Dragon Slayer of Destiny by the good people of the academy. He has many experiences of performing tasks perfectly. It is rumored that he is dissatisfied with certain behaviors of the academy and is about to drop out.

But I don't know what happened, maybe the newly enrolled S-level student stimulated him, or some other reason, Jersey did not choose to drop out of school in the end, and joined the predecessor of the League at that time, the Freshman Fellowship, as a vice president. President.

Jersey played a huge role in the promotion of the low-level group formerly known as the freshman fraternity to become one of the three major societies of the college.

"Hi." Xia Tian greeted the man with an indifferent expression, "Is everyone here?"

The French young man named Jersey was still riding slowly, and the mixed-race hunters who passed by only felt a burst of cold oncoming.

Under the icy cold air, everyone's feet were frozen, and it was impossible to move in a short time.

Some monsters that had lost their sanity frantically pulled their lower body, trying to break free from that restraint, but in a short time, unless their feet were torn off, they couldn't break free from the effect of this language.

An extremely rare speech spirit, unique to a certain family. In order to maintain the purity of blood, this family never allowed intermarriage with people outside the family a long time ago.

This kind of powerful speech spirit has been passed down from generation to generation, and has never flowed out, which has led to the extreme shortage of this kind of speech spirit.

And Jersey, the most outstanding young man in the family, has reached a pinnacle in the use of language skills.

"The backbone of the League, 24 people, all arrived." Jersey put his arms on his shoulders gracefully, like a courtier meeting the king, he lowered his head slightly and handed over a wireless earphone with the other hand.

"Basic communication has been restored, and the satellite signal tower for the special channel has been built. I'm glad to see you alive, Xia Tian"

He speaks fluent Chinese, and his gestures are completely aristocratic.

He stood up slightly and gave a thumbs up to the roof of the building next to him.

Looking in that direction, Xia Tian saw a strange building with an antenna erected on the top of the building, and there was a small dot next to it, which should be a person, and he was responding with a thumbs up.

In fact, everything here is normal, but the next scene, Xia Tian is really hard to accept.

Jersey straightened his back, and suddenly the well-spoken mandarin disappeared, and a mandarin with an accent of an unknown northern province popped out of his mouth, "Brothers, copy guys"

Xia Tian finally knew why the little brothers in the back were all wearing black pants and white vests.

This kind of combination has a sense of age. It is combined with this kind of Phoenix brand bicycle that has not been seen in people's sight for a long time, and there are also things that are pulled out from behind.

Xia Tian was completely speechless, and the sadness of the girl's death was washed away without a trace.

"What the hell, you..." Under the scorching sun, people in their twenties wearing black trousers and a white vest pulled out a small black lacquered ax from their waists in unison.

There was a little blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigner with a kind of complacent look in his eyes.

With a sound of swiping, Jersey also took out an ax from his suit pants, scaring a certain boss into embarrassment and about to commit cancer.

"Boss, who shall we kill?"

Xia Tian covered his face.

"Everyone present here will be chopped off" It's too embarrassing, are you guys cosplaying the ax gang?

Don't tell me that you just watched Zhou Xingchi's kung fu, so your understanding of a certain kind of loyalty in the world has been raised to another level.

He is a villain, villain, can't you learn something better?

Some people in the academy are already complaining that our League is the number one underworld organization in the academy, okay?

Jersey seemed to have noticed the embarrassment of the boss, and coughed lightly, "Boss, is it their clothes that are not right? I will change them next time, mainly because the time is too urgent."

Xia Tian turned his face away, he really has no face to face people now.

What the hell, take it.Xia Tian felt that he couldn't mention anything in the future. As a brother, if he had to talk about loyalty, he would really appreciate it.

Beep, beep, the voice of the call came from the earphone, although the voice was not particularly clear, but fortunately, he could still hear what he said.

"In summer, there is no problem at the east gate." At the east gate of the cinema, Caesar sat on the steps of the entrance and smoked a large cigar.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Caesar coughed a few times and threw the cigar out. The Desert Eagle in his hand shot, and the cigar was smashed into pieces.

This poor quality cigar can't be smoked consistently.

In front of him, human bodies piled up a high wall, and Dikta in his hand was blood red.

"Simon, everything is fine"

It was Chu Zihang's voice. There were several cars scattered all over the gate at the west gate, the frame of which was completely black due to the scorching flames. At this moment, Chu Zihang was burning the wound with the flame in his palm, which was left by a tricky opponent.

There is poison on her knife.

There was an accident, and she and her accomplice were rescued by a monster, but at that time they were already seriously injured, and they couldn't play any role at all.

The sweat on Chu Zihang's head was like rain, and most of the neurotoxins were ineffective due to heating, and the remaining ones were no longer enough to threaten Chu Zihang's body functions.

Beside him, the famous sword: Murasame exudes a strange blood color.