"I have my whole heart and soul for you, Sister Tang..." Mo Qiuran said.
"Stop," Tang Zi shouted, "That's not it."
"Your beauty reminds me of a poem. There is no beauty in the world. A beauty is pleasing to the eye. Your beauty is stunning to the whole country. It amazes everyone in the world." Mo Qiuran said.
"This poem sounds pretty good, but that's not what I want to hear." This time Tang Zi waited for Mo Qiuran to finish speaking before speaking.
"you……"
"Think carefully," Tang Zi squinted her eyes, and the dangerous aura became stronger, "Things can only be done three times."
"Someone sneaked into my room and I discovered it. Then I chased him and had a fight with him. I won and asked for compensation." Mo Qiuran finished immediately.
"Didn't kill anyone?" Sister Tang asked.
"No, no, how could a socialist successor like me do something that violates the law!" Mo Qiuran straightened his back and said, "I am a good boy."
"Kill if you have to," Tang Zi said, "but you should also be measured."
"The main reason is that the other party didn't seem to have any intention of killing me at the beginning. In addition, I was almost exhausted at the time. If I killed her, I would probably be unconscious there. If she had teammates nearby, I would be in danger. "Mo Qiuran nodded and said.
"Don't you need me to vent your anger?" Tang Zi asked.
"No, no, it's barely a cooperative relationship now. She has a powerful organization behind her, which should be helpful to me in the future." Mo Qiuran scratched his head and said.
"As long as you have your own plans," Tang Zi said softly, "Don't trust others easily. Some people may not betray you because their interests are not enough."
"I understand, I understand!" Mo Qiuran nodded like a fool, "I only believe in Sister Tang!"
"And your best friend at the same table?" Tang Zi smiled teasingly.
"It's different." Mo Qiuran raised his eyebrows and whispered, his eyes burning.
The surrounding atmosphere suddenly began to change in a certain direction, and it was so rich that it made people breathless.
"You are good at skin, you are good at skin!" Tang Zi's way of breaking the situation was very simple. She leaned forward and twisted the soft flesh around Mo Qiuran's waist and then rotated it. She no longer twisted Mo Qiu Ran since she last attacked here. Dyed ears.
"Ah! It hurts! I was wrong!" Mo Qiuran admitted his mistake again and again.
"Hmph!" Tang Zi then moved the chair away, sat on the other side of the sofa, then took a kraft paper document bag from one side and threw it to Mo Qiuran.
"What is this?" Mo Qiuran asked.
"Originally, I thought that after you go to Kassel College, you will naturally understand some things, and the people there will teach you. The first mixed-race college is not in vain, and the teachers are strong enough to allow you to grow. In this way, you can still live your last ordinary and relaxing life, but I didn't expect that you would be involved in such a thing so quickly. Plus that knife... It seems that your blood level and the degree of control over the word spirit are far higher. Higher than I thought.”
Tang Zi glanced at Mo Qiuran with complicated eyes and said softly, "There are some roads that you always need to walk by yourself, so I will not interfere with your decision, but I can give you the opportunity to gain some experience in advance."
"I actually..." Mo Qiuran opened his mouth to say something.
"Everyone has secrets. Don't tell them even to the people you trust the most," Tang Zi said. "You would have told me what you should tell me, wouldn't you?"
"Yes." Mo Qiuran nodded.
"Then don't say it. I will know it when it's time to know it," Tang Zi said, "just like you will know my secret when it's time to know it."
"Now I actually don't mind." Mo Qiuran suddenly became energetic.
"You're being naughty, aren't you!" Tang Zi pretended to be angry.
"No, no," Mo Qiuran shook his head repeatedly, picked up the kraft paper bag and changed the subject, "So what is in this?"
"The world of mixed-race species is far more cruel than the real world. Some mixed-race species will easily use their powerful power to commit crimes after awakening their spiritual vision. Others simply have too high a concentration of dragon blood in their bodies. It gradually erodes human blood, and then degenerates into a deadpool who only desires flesh and blood." Tang Zi said.
"The kind with scales and bone spurs all over the body?" Mo Qiuran asked.
"Yes...you...were that kind of thing you shot before?" Tang Zi frowned.
"It should be different. That person... seemed to be able to control himself, and finally changed back." Mo Qiuran said.
"It would be impossible if you have mastered some kind of taboo technique... It seems that what you encountered may really be an organization with relatively large energy, but if you have your own plans, I will not get involved," Tang Zi said, "Deadpool is the ultimate version of that thing, where dragon blood almost completely eats away at human blood."
"final version?"
"Human genes are vulnerable to dragon genes, but they will show amazing resilience when only the last bit remains, just like using a hydraulic press to crush bread crumbs easily but absolutely unable to crush the bread crumbs," Tang Zi said, "That's why people can't turn into dragons, they can only turn into deadpools. They have no mental intelligence and only know how to devour flesh and blood, but they have a body and voice similar to that of a dragon."
"It sounds a bit like the ultimate enhanced version of a zombie! Will you be infected if bitten by such a thing?" Mo Qiuran took a breath.
"Dragon blood is extremely corrosive. It is best not to let this thing come into contact with flesh and blood, and not to spread out. Otherwise, animals and plants may undergo mutations due to contact with this kind of thing." Tang Zi said.
"No wonder..." Mo Qiuran remembered what happened before.
"What's wrong?"
So Mo Qiuran told Tang Zi the shocking scene of a professional team of men in suits digging soil.
"I also know about the aftermath... Your judgment is right. Being able to use MINT services is considered an organization with good energy." Tang Zi nodded.
"Then the contents of this document bag are..." Mo Qiuran seemed to realize something.
"This contains information about a hybrid who degenerated into a Deadpool and committed crimes. He has not been arrested yet," Tang Zi said lightly, "Take it back and read it. Don't spread it. I have checked your body and there is nothing wrong with it. So, tomorrow, I’ll take you to kill someone.”
…
"elder brother."
coming!
Lu Mingfei rolled over and sat up, wanting to strike first without saying a word.
He has conceived the steps of his actions many times in his mind. Generally speaking, it can be divided into two steps. The first step is to get out of bed and rush to the computer desk, and then the second step is to kick the little boy down!
Just kicking off the stool, Lu Mingfei felt that he was quite merciful. That little boy was going to kick him off the cliff!
He was kicked so many times!
What's wrong with coming back for revenge?
So he followed the steps he had planned. He rushed out of bed and rushed to the little boy without even having time to put on his shoes... But a series of two-step actions that had been rehearsed many times stopped when the second step was about to be executed. I stopped because the boy's posture was different from before.
He hugged his knees and squatted on the chair, looking out the window as if in a daze. What came through the window was not the morning light but the sunset. In the last light, two lines of tears were flowing down the boy's cheeks.
Lu Mingfei tried hard to tell himself over and over in his heart that he must be pretending to be pitiful... However, in the end, the tears shed by the boy were like a huge sadness pinching his heart, making him involuntarily slow down and come to the boy. around.
"Hey, don't think that you can cry casually because you are a child. Do you understand that when a man tears, he doesn't shed tears easily? I have never cried before when I was so weak." Lu Mingfei comforted him awkwardly, feeling a little restrained for a moment. "Are you homesick? But at least you have to tell me your name and where you live so that I can send you back. Otherwise, when people see me walking you on the road, they think I'm a kidnapper... …”
"Brother." The boy said softly.
"ah?"
"Can you answer me a question?" The boy turned his head and looked at Lu Mingfei. The golden pupils in his eyes were slightly dimmer than before.
"What?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head.
"Do you have any children?" the boy asked softly.
So the two of them were silent for several minutes.
Lu Mingfei has been thinking about a question for the past few minutes. Is his hearing blurred?
"Do you have any children?" the boy asked again.
This time Lu Mingfei felt that he heard clearly, and it couldn't be more clear.
So Lu Mingfei thought that he might be crazy, or the boy was crazy, because Lu Mingfei seemed to feel that he heard... resentment? ? !
What a grudge!
"Hey, I'm seventeen years old and don't have a girlfriend yet. I've been playing solo since I was born. How did you know that I would have sons and daughters? Could you please tell me who their mother is? Good luck finding her!" Lu Mingfei was speechless.
"...Yes," the boy turned his head in despair upon hearing this, "You are not him, how would you know?"
"Little brother, you really need to look at your head!" Lu Mingfei solemnly planned to reach out and pat the boy's shoulder, but the next second he felt the familiar falling feeling again.
Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes and didn't even scream.
He's almost used to it.
