The view from the rooftop is great.
Lu Mingfei didn't know exactly what was good about it. He only knew that the old man next to him thought it was good.
In fact, Lu Mingfei also thought it was good. This scenery reminded him of his parents, whom he had not seen for a long time.
He glanced at Gu Bei secretly and thought about it even more.
Ah, my parents who are far away and I don’t know where, if you are in heaven...
Forget it, this is an unlucky thing to say.
Gu Bei looked at Lu Mingfei seriously: "I think the two of us should have an honest talk."
Lu Mingfei nodded wildly: "I think so too."
"That's good."
Gu Bei nodded and said, "About that night..."
"Don't worry, boss, I really didn't see anything!"
The interrupted Gu Bei and the determined Lu Mingfei stared at each other.
Gu Bei: "...I'd better keep silent."
Lu Mingfei threw himself down and hugged his thighs: "No, boss, I have a senior and a junior, and my test scores have not been among the top ten in my grade..."
Gu Bei: Do you only know these two sentences?
"Shut up! Listen to me."
Gu Bei stopped Lu Mingfei's output and glanced at the CD in both hands.
It's not a skill CD, but a progress CD.
Touching the same person within five minutes will not increase your progress.
Gu Bei planned to wait until the CD was over and then take a handful from Lu Mingfei, directly maxing out the progress of both hands.
Now, he needs to stabilize Lu Mingfei first and have a good chat with this world protagonist.
Gu Bei looked directly into Lu Mingfei's eyes, wanting to see Lu Mingfei's emotions clearly, and wanting to understand whether the protagonist of the world was a real person or an pretender.
Even if he doesn't use both hands, Gu Bei can still be considered to have some experience in spying on souls.
But unfortunately, he couldn't see anything from Lu Mingfei's eyes.
There was only an empty nothingness, and Gu Bei couldn't figure out the depth.
Gu Bei crossed his arms over his chest: "Tell me first, what did you see?"
Lu Mingfei raised his head and glanced at Gu Bei, carefully describing what he saw.
Just like Gu Bei was testing Lu Mingfei, Lu Mingfei actually also tried to analyze Gu Bei's character.
After confirming that Gu Bei really wouldn't kill anyone and silence him, the little fire in Lu Mingfei's heart began to jump up and down uneasily again.
Curiosity is a trait that everyone possesses, and among men’s curiosity, curiosity about extraordinary abilities ranks first.
I believe every man has fantasized about having super powers.
Although later entering society, the edges and corners were smoothed off and gradually began to be forgotten.
But the heart of a young man never cools down.
What's more, Lu Mingfei is at this stage at this time, and the enthusiasm in his heart is far more enthusiastic than that of others.
When a young man has spent sixteen ordinary years, he will be extremely eager for something special to prove himself.
Lu Mingfei felt that he had found that thing.
"I want to correct you."
Gu Bei looked at Lu Mingfei and gave him some information: "First of all, that thing is called Deadpool, not a monster."
"Secondly, this is not called a super power, but a supernatural power."
"People who have mastered alien arts are called aliens."
Just when Gu Bei asked Lu Mingfei to educate him about the differences between dragons, hybrids, deadpools and aliens.
Cassel College, Chicago, IL, USA.
An old gentleman with silver hair but still energetic was preparing to invite an outstanding student to have afternoon tea with him, but a sudden phone call ruined his plan.
Angers answered the phone and his words were not polite at all: "Didn't you say you should try not to contact Lu Mingfei again before he enrolls in school?"
A man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "There have been unplanned changes."
Angers' whole body tensed up, as if he could step onto the battlefield at any time.
In fact, he can do it.
He is always ready to take the Dragon King's head on the battlefield at any time.
"Which Dragon King recovered early?"
As he spoke, Ange's eyes sharpened, and the fork in his hand seemed to turn into the fastest and sharpest knife in the world.
"No, it's not." The man on the other side of the phone said in a slightly weird tone, "You might not believe it, but he's a human being with super powers."
Hearing this, Ange relaxed slightly: "What nonsense are you talking about? Is your brain hard to function after being locked up for too long? Super powers? Are you sure you are not a spirit spirit? If you made this call just to prank, Then you did it.”
"No, this is not a prank or a joke." On the other end of the phone, the man's voice sounded serious and solemn.
"A real human being with superpowers and no bloodline."
Angers eyes became serious: "Seriously."
"I have already told you the information. How to deal with it is your business." The man's voice was low and slow. "In order to ensure that the plan goes smoothly, I will try to contact the other party first."
"I see."
Angers hung up the phone.
Looking at the carefully prepared afternoon tea in front of him, Ange had no appetite at all.
Pick up the phone and dial the number of the vice principal.
When the call was connected, the old gangster's voice came over: "Hello? Why are you so crazy, old guy? If anything happens, can't you come to me up there? Or are you too old to walk?"
Angers ignored his nonsense and asked directly: "Let me ask you, is it possible for humans to have speech spirits?"
"Ah? What nonsense are you talking about? How can human beings have speech spirits? Dragon blood is the foundation of speech spirits. Without dragon blood..."
Angers hung up the phone directly.
On the bell tower of the school, the old cowboy looked at the hung up phone, curled his lips, and turned on the TV to play a western movie.
But his mood was particularly irritable, and he unconsciously recalled the questions Angers asked him in his mind.
Can humans have speech spirits?
Theoretically, it's impossible.
The essence of language and spirit is two parts, namely "word" and "spirit".
Yan refers to Longwen, which is the switch of the spirit of speech.
Spirit refers to elemental energy, which is the effect achieved by the spirit of speech.
The essence of Yanling is to use dragon writing to mobilize elemental energy to achieve extraordinary effects.
From a theoretical analysis, if an ordinary person learns the dragon text, then he can use "words" to mobilize "spirits" like a hybrid, and achieve the effect of speaking spirits.
But this is impossible.
Because it is dragon blood that carries the dragon text.
This is a paradox.
When an ordinary person can recite dragon inscriptions, his body must contain dragon blood that carries dragon inscriptions, and the person with dragon blood cannot be regarded as an ordinary person, but a hybrid.
but……
The old cowboy suddenly remembered a possibility that was terrifying to contemplate.
If, if the Yan Ling mentioned in Ange's mouth does not refer to the Yan Ling.
Or to put it more simply, the "word" in this language spirit does not refer to dragon writing, but some kind of human language that can mobilize spirits.
Human blood is enough to carry this power.
Could such a spirit of speech exist?
If it really exists...
Do humans really still need hybrids to slay dragons?
Is this a holy sword that helps the mixed race defeat the dragons, or is it a butcher's knife that destroys the mixed race?
The old cowboy couldn't figure it out, and neither could Angers.
Angers sat on the chair: "Norma."
Angers' cell phone lit up: "I'm here."
Angers: "Put me through Professor Schneider. The execution department has a new task."
