C-class Hybrids Forced To Slay Dragons

"There is currently no one in the executive department who can replace the professor's position, and we speculate that the minister's position will be vacant for a while.

The elders will send some armed faction to run the executive department, such as the old and tough one from Beowulf. The position of deputy minister is something you can fight for. Under the current situation, we need the influence of the executive department. "

"Then how do I cooperate?"

Chu Zihang felt that this matter was not very reliable, but he did not ask much. He has a wealth of experience in working as a student cadre, and it is estimated that the deputy minister is not much worse, probably.

"Just keep the original style, don't make it public.

In the hearts of those who participated in the battle the day before yesterday, all of you who are dragons are heroes. What we want to focus on PR is the absentees. Normal people must be very resistant to the phenomenon of high dragonization. "

Because it is contrary to the Abrahamic blood contract, technologies such as blood bursting have long been in a gray area. It was time for something to change, and Li Wuyue's raid was the right opportunity.

If people who fight against the Dragon King with **** blood can get into the title because of their **** blood, then Luo Yin, a keel gourmet, will not start without a ceiling. This is not good, very bad.

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Ten centuries ago, Wancheng was unified.

Beneath the newly built white city wall, a young man in black stood in front of his brother dressed as a general, with a gray-clothed and masked domestic servant standing behind him.

The younger brother looked about twelve or thirteen years old, with a thin body, like a sapling that lacked water. The elder brother is very burly and strong, full of heroic spirit, and his face is full of vicissitudes carved by years of conquest.

But when the brothers face each other, the plainly dressed brother is faintly more noble, with innate majesty.

"Brother, I am not human. My help in this battle should be regarded as a commemoration of the past ten years. I am the youngest son, so I will be called dead by outsiders."

Li Yuanhao looked at his younger brother Li Chengwei with horror on his face. He also has a delicate name, Misty Moon.

The relationship between their brothers is not particularly deep. However, before Li Wuyue and the crown, Li Yuanhao often took this young brother out for hunting and ran wildly on the sunset plain together.

Because Li Yuanhao felt that the younger brother was not a threat. Li Wuyue's mother falsely concealed that Qu Huai was only a commoner, and he was weak since childhood and often spent several days in bed to recuperate.

But in yesterday's confrontation with Song Jun, this "no threat" younger brother slaughtered hundreds of people in the blink of an eye. The dead fell in pieces like reaping wheat, blood spattering silently.

With the assistance of Li Wuyue, he easily defended Tongwancheng, and killed countless enemies on the way to the defeat of the enemy.

The Tongwancheng with the white city wall is very prominent in both military and symbolic significance, and has been a must for hundreds of years. The city has changed hands many times in successive wars, repeatedly destroyed and rebuilt.

There have long been rumors that Li Wuyue is a demon. After all, no one can remain unchanged for ten years, and always look like a teenager who has not grown up.

"Are you really a monster?"

That "demon wind" was not only the enemy's nightmare, but also Li Yuanhao's nightmare. If the mysterious younger brother wants to kill him, he may only raise his hand.

"There are real dragons in this world. And the hatred between people and dragons stretches for hundreds of thousands of generations."

Li Wuyue's servant explained.

"No name, no need to say more."

Li Yuanhao rubbed his eyes and was shocked. The grey-clothed servant lifted the black cloth, revealing a hideous face covered with green and black scales.

At that time, he had just abandoned the name "Hermes", not yet Friedrich or Lin Fenglong. He is just the servant of the wind king, "nameless".

Li Wuyue said no more, and was ready to go to the Central Plains as planned. There are many mixed-race families gathered there, and there have been records of his brothers and sisters appearing.

As for living in Xixia, being adopted by that woman and pretending to have a child, to him, it was just another bubble of reincarnation.

Li Wuyue is used to the initial daze every time she wakes up from the cocoon. The beginning of each life was unified by him into the junk information in his memory.

Li Yuanhao was in a cold sweat from the warning dragon, and watched the two real dragons leave, the black horse under his crotch trembled and dared not move.

Various images flashed in his mind. Li Wuyue, who was sick and weak when he was young, and his younger brother who went hunting with him when he was a teenager, the demon wind that kills people like mowing grass on the battlefield, and the Shura battlefield when he fought against Song Liao...

"Chengwei, stop! Whether you are a dragon or a demon, you are my younger brother."

Li Wuyue looked back in surprise. Li Yuanhao did not have dragon blood, but he was able to overcome the impact of Longwei. Such a person was rare.

"It doesn't matter if it's a human being or something else. What matters is the world, with whom to rule the world together! Chengwei, stay and help me, and let Daxia's iron cavalry step on the world!"

Li Wuyue didn't answer, she stared straight into the eyes of "brother", and the extremely prosperous Longwei pinched Li Yuanhao's heart.

At this time, this ambitious ruler was somewhat aware of what a dragon was. His brain was blank, his eyes were bloodshot. And he dispelled the guards before coming to see Li Wuyue, which was extremely stupid.

The Dragon King looked at this interesting human with a smile on his face.

Li Wuyue read the eyes of "Brother". Fear, regret, huge ambition. If he sees anything that makes him unhappy, it will make Longwei crush Li Yuanhao's heart.

"Tell me about your sincerity."

"I swear with the life of my eldest son, I will never confront my younger brother Chengwei with swords and swords, and I will never do anything to harm you secretly.

Since then, Daxia has respected the real dragon as a totem. Chengwei, you can organize an army freely, I don't ask, and there will never be any objection within the clan.

As long as you help me, conquer the world with those sorcery. "

"It's not magic, it's called Yanling."

Li Wuyue nodded to Lin Fenglong. Plans may need to change.

"My lord, he can't be trusted."

"It's just a snap to kill him."

Li Wuyue did not deny it. Humans are often untrustworthy, let alone such ambitious people.

"His awe and desire for power and power is just like that of a real dragon. Such people have the value of cooperation."

......

"Our spies at the border are all gone. Not a single message has come back."

"In recent years, the Xia people's army has won consecutive battles. After Li Yuanhao became emperor, his edge became even stronger. He even went to Guazhou and Shazhou, and the Song army was unable to support it."

In the autumn of 1039, Suzhou and Hangzhou.

The two middle-aged men dressed as Confucian scholars looked calm on the outside, but their hearts were full of worries.

They are not worried about changing the dynasty. The dynasty has changed its name, but the world is still the same world. What they worry about is a more terrifying existence.

"Boheng, there are many abnormal news from the border. Soldiers have their throats cut by magic tricks at night. When it rains, there are thunderstorms that hurt people, and sometimes there are long-winged snakes flying into the clouds."

The slightly fat Liu Boheng tugged at his beard, feeling panic in his heart.

"Half-breeds fighting? Or..."

"Xiaren, I have never heard of such a powerful mixed-race family that can kill all our spies like a thunderbolt."

"If it is searched through Tianluo (blood lineage), then this person's bloodline is quite high. Or, an ancient dragon appeared in Xia."

The woman in the plain long coat suddenly appeared in the Huxin Pavilion where the two were talking, almost terrifying Liu Boheng to the point that his heart stopped beating.

"Old Chu, I think it's more likely to be a dragon. Xia Guo suddenly has the ability to form a mixed-race army, but if it's a dragon, it's easy to explain."

"Xiu Huang, you?"

"I'll go to Tongwancheng to confirm the situation there. This kind of work is the most suitable for me."

Lu Zhu, whose word is Xiuhuang, is a fairy with a small name in the rivers and lakes. In fact, it comes from the Dragon Slayer family.

"But those spies were found..."

Old Chu, with a face of vicissitudes, was quite worried. He thought it would be safer for a group of people to cut through with knives.

"I'm a professional. Even the Dragon King, it's not easy to find me."

Lu Xiuhuang was halfway through speaking, and in the perception of others, he seemed to have disappeared in place. But she just stood there, not moving at all.

She really likes her ability to speak and speak, and she can easily create a high-end image of her coming and going without a trace, which is convenient for her to pretend to be an immortal to cheat money.

Lao Chu was a madman who drank blood at the edge of a knife, but he always took care of her like a daughter-in-law. Lao Liu was timid and fearful, and it would be difficult for him to kill a sparrow.

But Lao Liu is very, very rich. On this trip to the Northwest, Lu Zhu could make hundreds of millions of small travel expenses from his treasury.

......

The snow is clear.

The white snow reflected dazzling white light, and the wind was cold.

The childish young man was dressed in fur, and his face was red with cold, but he smiled brightly.

Because Li Ningming is flying. A gentle whirlwind supported his body and flew in the air more than ten meters high.

Pupils of the Wind King is a violent word spirit displayed by the next generation, and the operation is as simple as a child's toy.

Li Ningming is the eldest son of "Brother". Unlike his father, Li Wuyue could not see a trace of power burning in the eyes of this big boy.

He witnessed the power of Yan Ling on the battlefield, and since then he has been by Li Wuyue's side, letting him teach himself "immortal arts" every day.

But even the Dragon King has no way to make a bloodless person safely become a hybrid, let alone a dragon.

The result of the final compromise was to let Lin Fenglong play with him for a while.

"Uncle, please, teach me this! I'll try to learn it, maybe I can learn it!"

Li Ningming is very smart, also called diligent, keen to read books of Han people. But you really can't learn this.

"You can't learn."

Li Wuyue shook her head expressionlessly. A few years have passed, and he still looks like he hasn't grown up, and he will continue to do so in the future.

From the outside, Li Ningming looks like his older brother.

The boy left in disappointment again, and Li Wuyue walked to Li Yuanhao, who was on the sidelines. This father's eyes are full of disappointment, and his disappointment comes from many aspects.

"He's not like me. In his eyes, there is no whole world."

"How is state affairs lately?"

Li Wuyue avoided this topic. And Li Yuanhao's eyes lit up.

"We want to change our surname. Abandon the rewarded surname and re-establish the surname of Weiming. Weiming Wuyue, doesn't it sound good?

I wouldn't call it 'Emperor'. The ruler of the Xia Kingdom in the future will be called 'Wuzu', which means the son of the blue sky..."

Li Yuanhao kept talking, but Li Wuyue didn't respond, as usual.

These are all meaningless things. But human beings are always bound by such boring things, even emperors are not surprised.

"If Ning Ming is not like you, after you die, I will leave the Xia Kingdom."

In the snow, the brothers stopped. Li Yuanhao's hands were shaking.

a long time.

"Is it really impossible for a man to become a dragon?"

"No. Maybe once. People die anyway."

Li Wuyue answered the question that her brother didn't say.

"Leave then, after I die. Take those you seek and nurture."

The Dragon King stood alone in the snow, a little lonely.

Among the first-generation species, Li Wuyue is the most special one. He is strong, but also the loneliest.

Because he didn't know where his twin went. From a long time ago, Li Wuyue had only vague impressions of her brothers and sisters.

He sometimes suspects that maybe there is only one wind king. He is the loneliest creature in the world other than the Black King.

Therefore, even for the "brothers" who use each other like Li Yuanhao, they inevitably have a faint emotion in their hearts.

"This human being is getting more and more stupid. Covetous for vanity, obsessed with femininity, longing for longevity, suspicious and irritable. These emperors are carved out of a mold."

Lin Fenglong commented in a low voice.

"It's not easy to use, just throw him away. The race of the sky will never be bound to the ground."

Li Wuyue became as hard as iron after a moment of daze.

late at night.

Li Ningming huddled in the quilt, too excited to fall asleep. His mind was full of pictures of "flying in the wind" during the day, which he could remember for a lifetime.

He tried his best to recall those ancient and unspeakable words, but there was no way to recover.

The over-excited teenager put on a warm fur cloak and slipped out of the house to the snow during the day.

At this moment, Li Ningming saw the immortal.

It was a woman in white, standing quietly on the snow-covered roof. Her long black hair was tied in a bun, her face was hazy, and the white clothes seemed to be enveloped by a layer of mist.

Word Spirit · Ghost (ghost). Hide your own existence by reducing your sense of presence, creating slight hallucinations, and perceiving dislocation.

For those with lower bloodlines, this useless word can only make him a little transparent in the crowd. But under the blessing of Lu Xiuhuang's bloodline, even Li Wuyue couldn't find her eating and living in Tongwancheng, and the external effects caused by ghosts were much richer.

In fact, she can advance it to a higher-level meditation, but how can the stealth be as high as it is now.

Lu Xiuhuang floated down the roof like a feather, came to the boy, motioned him to keep quiet. Li Ningming's ability to see her was by no means an accident, but a long-planned plan.

"You, you too..."

"Dingxian Mountain Luzhu, the word is Xiuhuang. You can call me Lu Daxian, bah, Zhuxian."

Of course, Dingxianshan and so on are nonsense, she can't say that she is from a certain dragon slayer family.

The teenager was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and he didn't realize that he was the tool chosen by Lu Xiuhuang and approached Li Yuanhao.

Under the current situation, Li Yuanhao's attitude towards the Dragon King is unclear, and it is too risky to contact him rashly. And this prince, who has no bad intentions, is a good springboard.

"Can you teach me the magic of flying to the sky?"

"I don't know that, my master never taught it."

She also hopes that she can have two words.

"But I will do this."

Lu Xiuhuang fully opened the ghost, and his body became translucent, like it was dissolved in the air, and turned into a real white ghost. She galloped on the snow because of her high blood and her agile steps, like flying on the ground.

"This is called the Yang God, and it requires a very high level of Taoism, and can travel out of the body for a day."

Lu Xiuhuang was talking nonsense. She looked at the excited expression of the young man, and felt a sense of guilt in her heart. Being involved in the Dragon Slaying War means worrying about life.

But she has no way~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Dragon Slayers are always weak in the face of the Dragon King, unable to take into account all lives.

"It's a secret between us. If you tell anyone else, I'll leave. Instead, I'll teach you to cultivate."

"Can I really learn? Uncle he said..."

Lu Zhu struggled inwardly for a moment, then spit out a word: "Yes."

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"The prince's interest in the dragon family is far beyond expectations. His obsession is even greater than that of his father."

In the stronghold outside Tongwan City, Liu Boheng frowned every day.

He set up a magic circle in the stronghold to avoid the detection of the word spirit, but it is not sure whether it is good to face the Dragon King.

"I didn't expect this at the beginning. Even if I told him the truth gradually, Li Ningming was still obsessed with dragon blood."

Lu Xiuhuang was very distressed.