Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

To be honest, Fingel had imagined that he would encounter dragons, and he was prepared to fight hard.

But he didn't expect that he would be defeated so quickly and be helpless.

The moment he met the one-eyed dragon's eyes, without any warning, a two-meter long guillotine was placed on his neck.

At that time, the knife was only 0.01 centimeters away from his throat. It could be said that he was very close to death. He might only need to swallow a mouthful of saliva to have his throat slashed.

Fingel failed to see the opponent's movements clearly, nor could he ignite his golden eyes. The one-eyed dragon was like a ghost in a horror movie. It was still far away in the previous frame, but was right in front of him in the next frame.

"Mortal, tell me why you're here."

Bol, who was wearing dark gold armor, looked down at Fingel who remained calm, holding the heavy guillotine with one hand without any movement.

"Well, I said I was just passing by, do you believe it?" Fingel slowly raised his hands, showing a harmless smile.

"..." Bol did not speak, but handed the guillotine forward in his hand without expressing any threat.

Looking at the one-eyed dragon in front of him who had no humor at all, Fingel felt a little troubled.

Just from his appearance, he knew that the man in front of him was not weak. He was bigger than him and wore such heavy armor. He felt that he might have to activate the Bronze Throne in order to compare his defense power with him.

There is also the opponent's seemingly heavy guillotine. Even if the blade cannot break through his own defense, just hitting him can cause internal injuries.

What's more, he still couldn't tell whether the other party was a human. If the one-eyed dragon really turned into a dragon in human form, then he might really be in trouble today.

As for the possibility that the other party is a hybrid that is trapped in the Nibelungen and can only graze here, this possibility cannot be said to be impossible, but it can also be ignored.

Everyone keeps talking about "mortal people", and even mixed-race people must be the kind who put ordinary people in their eyes.

Fortunately, the other party seemed willing to communicate, so he could try to get some information first.

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding." Fingel took a half-step back to avoid the tip of the knife on his Adam's apple. As a result, the one-eyed dragon stepped forward simultaneously, with the tip of the knife always placed on his neck.

"Brother, I was really passing by, so I went up to the tree to pick some fruit, and in a blink of an eye I was here." As he said that, he also took out the peach that the aunt on the rooftop had given him earlier, to show that he was not lying.

He was now betting that the other party would think that he was a powerless ordinary person, so that even if he had to take action in the end, he could be caught off guard.

Anyway, he didn't ignite the golden eyes.

But the next moment, the words of the one-eyed dragon made him uneasy.

"You are spying on my master." Bol's eyes were cold, and there was undisguised anger in his words. He seemed to want to kill this mortal who dared to offend his master's dignity with one blow, but he was restraining himself because of someone's order. anger.

"Your master?" When Fingel heard this, he just wanted to greet the 18th generation ancestors of the intelligence officers in the execution department. He even wanted to pat the table of old man Angers and ask him if he had dug Cassel's grave. Why can't you just leave yourself alone?

"My Lord" has come out, which means that one of the future juniors and the man codenamed Writer must be a dragon, and it is very likely that he is a next-generation species that is so powerful that he is abnormal. Those bastards in the intelligence department are really killing people. .

Fen smiled apologetically: "May I ask your Excellency, who is your master?

I just saw someone bullying...playing with children. Because the game they were playing was a bit dangerous, and I wanted to stop them because of my inner sense of justice. No offense was intended. "

In fact, he didn't need to ask him to know that how could a junior who was so pitiful and fooled around be a dragon? Only the guy sitting in the car and smiling like a villain deserved the title of evil dragon.

It's a pity that Boer didn't answer at all, and just said to himself: "For offending my lord's majesty, you should die to apologize."

"I just took a look. The crime won't lead to death, right?!" Fingel was dumbfounded. It's the 21st century. Why is there still such an shameful crime?

Seeing that the one-eyed dragon was not at all humane, Fingel lit up his golden eyes decisively: "Brother, don't do anything, I am one of my own, I am an undercover agent sent by Lord Xia Di to lurk in the secret party!"

Bol:?

Doesn’t the Lord have only one servant?

boom--

Just as Bol was stunned for a moment, Fingel pressed the guillotine with both hands, and the muscles in his body expanded instantly, directly bursting the clothes on his body.

The strong muscles were exposed to the air, with a bronze-like luster. Fingel's thick arm twitched hard, trying to seize the knife while the opponent was distracted.

In fact, if possible, the possibility of grabbing the knife by kicking the opponent's lifeline will definitely be greater. Unfortunately, with a two-meter-long guillotine and a one-eyed dragon's one-meter-long arm, Fingel can just connect the two legs together. He cannot reach the opponent's body, so he can only rely on brute force to grab him.

Fingel, who activated the Word Spirit Bronze Throne, transformed into a German strongman who could carry a cauldron in the blink of an eye. The veins on his arms protruded like giant coiled dragons. However, even if he exerted all his strength, he could not do anything. He couldn't move the guillotine, and he couldn't even move a finger of the opponent.

"..."

Fingel gritted his teeth and persisted for a minute. When he saw Boer staring at him without blinking, he immediately let go of his hand as if nothing had happened and took a few steps back as if nothing had happened:

"Huh, brother, you are so strong. You win this game."

锔——

There was an imperceptible sound of the collision of gold and iron, and the guillotine fell on Fingel's neck again, scratching out a few sparks.

"Brother, I was wrong." Goosebumps appeared on Fingel's bronze skin, and he immediately raised his hands and performed the famous etiquette:

"Actually, Mr. Xia has seen me a long time ago, and he is still smiling at me. I really don't mean any harm. If you don't believe me, just ask him."

"Is there really no malice?"

A joking voice came from in front of him, and Fingel nodded quickly: "It's true, it's absolutely true. I'm just a day laborer. I don't get paid when people assign tasks to me."

But soon he realized that the voice was wrong. When he took a closer look, he found a handsome boy who was almost as handsome as himself walking out from behind the one-eyed dragon. He put his hands behind his back and said with a sigh in his eyes:

"Yes, you said that you, a sophomore, get some extra credits for just one mission, and you don't even get a salary. What are you doing with your life?"

When someone revealed his identity suddenly, Fingel's eyes narrowed, but when he saw that the target of the mission seemed to be very talkative, he continued to cooperate, pretending to be full of bitterness:

"Who says it's not the case? I'm only twenty years old. It's my prime years and I'm forced to risk my life by these old antiques every day. If I have a chance, I still want to be an ordinary, happy person."

"real?"