Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Chu Zihang, male, twenty years old.

He is tall and thin, with a typical Chinese face, neat eyelashes, unruly short black hair, and dark eyebrows that are as sharp as a sword.

With a face with clear lines, a broad forehead, and a straight bridge of nose, even if it is posted on a wanted document, anyone who sees it will mistake it for a good student certificate.

The eyes were as black as paint, with a light maroon color, so clear that they could reflect the shadows of clouds and the light of the sky.

There are all kinds of gorgeous words in the world that can describe a man's handsomeness, but they can't bring out Chu Zihang's perfection.

This young man should have followed his heart and embarked on the road of urban madness. No, he should have been a cold-faced scholar and a jade-faced killer. His cold and calm temperament is the aesthetic that touches the heart of modern people.

The grass will dry up, the flowers will wither, and everything will come to an end. The wheels of the bicycle roll slowly on the blossoming cherry blossom slope, leaving a long low roar. He is the cold but slender but cold-hearted but enthusiastic people's fighter.

Everyone in Shilan Middle School had to admit that when they first saw Chu Zihang, they would have imagined the blood-stained warrior with his chest tightly wrapped in white gauze and his arms half exposed, and the indifferent demeanor in the white coat. The sharp-looking chief of surgery.

But this good man who was supposed to shine in idol dramas finally embarked on a passionate journey to save the world.

He deceived his mother, disobeyed his biological father, and came to the cradle of hybrids.

Everything is because of the pain left in those two rainy nights, the incompetence once, and the regret twice.

I once lost my biological father because of my weakness.

And because he was weak, he watched his friends fight in blood, and was penetrated through the chest by the God King.

The third time, I still seemed useless.

Chu Zihang never felt that outsiders' fantasies about him had any practical significance.

But he doesn't feel that he should be a coward anymore.

Things can only come in threes. This is the final bottom line that a man leaves for himself.

At this time, the man is looking for his final transformation——

"Chu Zihang! Lu Mingfei!! Have you found it?!"

"without!!"

"without."

Deep ice cellar and snow collection area.

Originally, the treasures of the world were placed here. They were collected by Angers from auctions at auctions with the blood of the school board, such as the crystal dragon coffin, the mummy wrapped in cloth, and so on. Broken ancient treasure map.

But these are now dwarfed by comparison, thrown into a corner and serving as a foil.

Can fireflies shine with the sun and moon?

In a real sense, the collection brought by Gattuso, a wealthy young man, has piled up into a mountain. Mountain is literally a mountain, which means the same as Mount Huangshan, Wuyi Mountain, and Lushan Mountain.

Although the altitude is still short, it is still terrifying, and after being taken care of, it is even spread out in every corner of the room.

For the three of them, Lu Mingfei, it was like a cool skateboarder who was good at street spray painting walking into the elegant Louvre. There was art everywhere and the ultimate prosperity everywhere, which only made people dazzled.

With this cry, Caesar was ready to inquire about the enemy's situation, but he did not mean to show weakness. After all, even Caesar, who personally delivered these things, did not know what these holy relics were.

Not everyone can talk to the holy relics like Fujimaru Ritsuka, and the electronic manual provided by Norma is of limited use. After all, history is still in a state of isolation, and who knows which one corresponds to which.

Norma could also provide some information, such as the battle flag embroidered with fleur-de-lis. Norma could tell Caesar and others that it was the flag of Joan of Arc.

Chu Zihang deliberately stayed for a while. After all, it felt very strange and subtle to have this precious phantom of a famous figure in history placed in front of him.

Even he was in a somewhat high mood.

Those in this space are all those who have carved traces in the long history of mankind, promoted the advancement of history, and guarded the soul of humanity and the future.

And he and others have to take over the legacy of this inheritance.

Unknowingly, everyone was mesmerized, and when the ten-minute time limit arrived, the three of them silently walked towards the center from three directions deep in the ice cellar.

"Let's make a choice."

"ah."

"Um."

The three Caesars all looked uneasy. The time limit was not set out of a "competition" mentality. More importantly, they actually knew that with their own abilities alone, they would not be able to find the so-called suitable one for them even if they searched for a long time in this space. Noble Phantasm.

Everything depends on fate.

In Buddhist terms, it is the so-called "cause and effect".

Everyone basically quickly browsed through the holy relics in the entire treasury, and then selected the one they wanted.

Caesar was holding a crimson twisted sword blade.

Without him, only Huali.

Although you can't tell who this sword belongs to, with such a unique design idea, you can see that he is a bold and gorgeous man.

From this sword wound, we can see the user's unreasonable self-recognition, the majestic spirit of swallowing mountains and rivers, and the strong sense of identity with his own aesthetics.

By the way, Caesar was also such a luxurious and gorgeous person. The firearms he used were all Desert Eagles, not because they looked good, but because they were handsome.

He even spray-painted the Desert Eagle a gold-colored coating.

That's right.

Being strong is a temporary thing.

Being handsome is a lifelong thing.

Even if he was called childish, Caesar could not let go of his "dignity" that was as stubborn as a child.

It is precisely because of such a heart that is as innocent as a child and as bright and open as a rose that Caesar has such expectations for this precious phantom.

Although I don’t know if it’s strong or not.

but--

The compatibility shouldn't be bad.

——

Lu Mingfei was holding an arrow.

The material should be something similar to branch wood. Unlike modern trees, trees from the Age of Gods have symbolic meaning. In the era of strong elements, trees in some places are even harder than steel and more suitable than smelted iron flow. Forge weapons.

And this arrow has dried up, and even vertical and horizontal lines can be seen.

This is actually abnormal. If the arrow has been stored for a long time after being shot, it should not have so many scratches, but should only have rust spots and pecked holes. Arrows are generally single-use props and are safe to reuse. Not high and inefficient.

Unless the user performs a "recycling" action after shooting the arrow.

This is an arrow used for teaching.

Although he didn't know who the user was, Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered that the first time he received a gift from his eldest sister, he used William Tell's crossbow, and he knew a little about bows and arrows.

Anyway, no matter who it is, the compatibility with Lu Mingfei is less than [50%].

So as long as he is a teacher who can correct his hopeless character, it will be fine.

——

What Chu Zihang chose surprised the other two.

"You accidentally chose such a gorgeous thing. I thought I was the only one who would choose this."

"Senior brother, do you still have the habit of wearing earrings?"

Caesar, you looked at me and started discussing word by word, surrounding the Noble Phantasm chosen by Chu Zihang.

"Well, I don't know why, but I always feel that I should choose this." Chu Zihang picked up the thing in his hand and said softly.

It was a solid gold thorn earring.

Round, translucent, shining with pure and clear light.

as if

sun.

ps: It really doesn’t need to be said about Chu Zihang, right?

It's exactly the same mold.

There is nothing to guess about Lu Mingfei.

But he didn't need anything else to worry about. The main thing was the growth of his character.

The last step of Lu Mingfei's growth gap has been made up. Chu Zihang is half-finished (it has no flaws in the first place and was basically broken as early as Fuzhou). Caesar?

I'm waiting to play the bgm.