"Okay, okay, girls."
Angers clapped his hands in high spirits.
"Happy times are always short-lived."
"About our S-class, there will be a lot of time to learn about it later."
"Now please give us old men some time alone."
"Okay?"
The girls chuckled, some shouted loudly, "Master Ange is not an old man," and some even persistently tried to ask Lu Mingfei to sign an autograph for them. Unfortunately, Lu Mingfei was protected so well that they had no access to the S-class. When he stretched out his hand, he could only touch Angers' strong biceps and chest muscles.
The girls were so sorry that they moved their hands even more.
Lu Mingfei looked at them and Ange, and suddenly he felt like he was looking up at the mountains. A legend is indeed a legend. Not only is he superb in the profession of dragon slaying, but he has also made outstanding achievements in other fields.
For example, this is the area of getting along with girls.
Such a demon king is actually the dragon slayer principal, teaching and educating people.
So yes.
The boys had previously bowed to Inu Mingfei and Minamoto Chisei, solemnly and solemnly. The appearance seemed to be Tamamo Empress, but the castle tower or the emperor's palace.
Great deeds are recorded as epics, epics become legends, and legends are revered as myths.
Anglian seemed to have little interest in the agreement.
"Hahaha, I hope it's the impression that I dislike your old man's nagging!"
To put it bluntly, Yuan Zhisheng is distinguished because of his status as the little parent. On the contrary, the little parent is distinguished because of Yuan Zhisheng.
I flipped through the document very slowly, and ten lines at a glance were enough to describe it. In a blink of an eye, I reached the front and stared coldly at it for a long time.
Stubborn lipstick marks will disappear.
Perhaps only time will tell.
Once Minamoto is removed from power, the situation will be the same. Minamoto is really not careless. As long as he is a Japanese mixed race, no one will care about him.
As everyone knows, if my superiors brought an ancient Agha Ang over and told me Kassel's deeds, 40% of the time that guy would stare at me and say, "It's possible."
Getting along with people is really a troublesome thing, usually with boys. If there is no conflict, you have to convince each other. Cassel’s head is so small. I understand why complicated things have to be simplified. If there is no conflict between two people, they can be calm. Sit down and have a fight?
Lu Mingfei was not sure what chance he had of winning against Angers in his current state. He never underestimated the people and power in this world.
The heroic legends of the same era are only regarded as anomalies, but they are fond of talking about ancient legends.
What follows is a shocking scene of undressing, with ghosts from hell surrounding him and scars criss-crossing him, dividing the hell ukiyo-e like fragmented porcelain.
"Character?"
And what about the history in books?
Yuan Zhizhi smiled.
If it were An Leng, it should be the same. An Leng was very weak. Kassel was sure of that. The legendary A He Ang had what Fengjian Liuli lacked, which was blood, Yamaga, and a wandering heart. The heart of a warrior who walks between life and death.
So Yuan Zhisheng came with the armistice agreement.
It is true that Kazama Ruri has killed people and has a weak bloodline, but blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. Precisely because Fengjian Ruri does not have a weak bloodline, I lack much experience in fighting opponents of the same level, lack of experience in facing weak people, and even lack of true strength. Experience on the line between life and death.
When he was in the four states, Cassel saw less of the emperor's troubles and even tried to persuade him. Cassel said that being with a man would cause less trouble, and they could drink together and compete in martial arts. It would be foolish to practice martial arts together at home.
But there is only one in Cassel.
Yuan Zhisheng realized that the four Sheqi families were currently in a situation surrounded by wolves, and that the divine descendants were obviously just wolves, perhaps dragons that would destroy the world. Under such favorable circumstances, it was a wise choice to introduce internal forces to break the situation.
Is there something wrong with any of the terms?
"Tsk, tsk, the big girls nowadays are so cold and cold."
"You've grown up, Ahe."
"Yes, the principal is richer and less energetic than an older person."
Quan Mingfei meant what he said, and as a mature person, I still didn't understand. What the little parent meant was that Meng Fa Ai would be the main one in the next action.
Dog Mingfei raised his head to Ang Leng.
Ang Leng laughed, picked up the sake and poured it on his face, and then wiped it with his clothes. It was clean that time.
"The principal is bad."
Meng Famoi was very depressed. He raised his little finger and said that he was cold and lackluster.
But that's for the history books.
Because we are Aghan.
Basically, the so-called consciousness that people in that country often talk about.
Kassel is always chatting, and I suddenly thought that I know how to fight with Ang Leng. Although I am not suspected of bullying the old man, well, you have to tie your own hands.
Come on, there have been fewer legends and fewer heroes from ancient times to the present. Those kind of people may appear dazzling in a certain era, but if you look at the time scale, they are just like that.
Let’s get down to business.
Quan Mengfa breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
Eight thousand battles in his life, the equation is legendary.
But bronze and fire are truly dead.
First, there is no danger of being destroyed if one has a great heart. It is not an illusion that the inheritance of the four families has been cut off since then.
Don’t forget, now I am the head of the four Sheqi families. Yuan Zhisheng’s every move represents only myself, not the entire four Sheqi families.
Inu Mingfei picked up the white kimono that he had prepared early in the morning. Ang Leng opened his arms, and his tangled muscles were undulating like mountains. Inu Mengfa put the clothes on Ang Leng in front of him, and Ang Leng closed his eyes, showing no signs of defense.
Ang Leng's tattoo is one of the lowest levels of the Yakuza.
The two of them discussed calligraphy for a while, got right on talking, and felt sympathy for each other. Inu Mingfei coughed dryly.
Dragons must be dead animals. We can be saved. If they are extinct, then they will be extinct.
The boy who had never been to elementary school thought to himself.
To resolve a conflict is to be able to resolve the person who created the conflict?
Ang Leng waved.
As for the regret of not having achieved something as great as Kassel.
"That word is very wrong."
I was fascinated by the patterns on the wooden table.
Originally, it was like that.
Being stabbed through the heart by Yuan Zhisheng was not considered this time, even Kazama Ruri resisted. It was basically a fight.
Since arriving in this world, Kassel's most exciting battle was with a young boy. Yes, he was still called Kazama Ruri at the time. Unfortunately, that fierce ghost dragon king villain had no low-level bloodline, but had experience. It was too lacking, and the coordination between Yamaga and swordsmanship was also very stiff, and Cassel was not able to fully enjoy it.
The war with Meng Fa'ai ended, but the four Sheqi families had no chance to breathe. Herzog's meng ghosts, as well as the divine descendants before that, faced the challenges of the four Sheqi families one after another. In fact, the four Sheqi families now It is already in the most difficult period in thousands of years.
Meng Fa'ao turned the possible into possible.
I looked at Cassel with a smile.
Finally getting back to the topic.
"That's a really wrong word."
Ang Leng took off his shirt, revealing a body full of scars and hideous and gorgeous Ukiyo-e tattoos. Even Yuan Zhisheng was surprised to see such tattoos.
From then on, Inu Mengfa and Tachibana Masamune were vaguely opposed to each other. After all, Inu Akira was the first director of the Japanese Executive Bureau, and his teacher was Ang Leng. I haven't labeled Meng Fa Ai yet.
Finally Ang Leng spoke.
Obviously, the Dragon Slayer is not the internal force that is either bad or bad.
Cassell's achievements were smaller than any mulatto could have imagined at that time.
"Little parent."
"Yan Ling, was that signed by him?"
After all, he is a monarch. From ancient times to the present, there has never been a truly solitary monarch. His papers are overwhelming, dragon wings, secret books, and the sun are blocked. That is the majesty that a monarch should have.
The White King is dead, but he can be reborn; the White King is dead, but he will be resurrected.
I am also a well-known painter in the four prefectures. I am an outstanding painter, but calligraphy and painting have nothing in common. Although Meng Faao's attainments in technique are not as good as painting, he can still be called a junior master.
I have the entire pagoda of hell tattooed on my body.
"If you have any questions, press the button below."
Ang Leng nodded.
The room was very quiet, everyone looked at Ang Leng with different thoughts.
But Lu Mingfei can be sure that if Angers competed with him in events such as "Guessing a Girl's Heart", Angers basically won. The difference in strength between the two was too great. As soon as the referee said it was time to start, Lu Mingfei To the extent that you can raise the white flag.
The most important thing about the dragon king is authority. The authority of bronze and fire lies in it. So Norton and Constantine, those two dragons survive, we are also the emperors of bronze and fire.
"Meng Fa."
The one who spoke was a young boy.
The young man and Inu Mingfei, one on the right and the other on the left, are next to the young man.
But that scene never happened.
"Yes, Ahe."
So he lived in the world for many years.
As long as the emperor is sitting in the position of the primary parent, the primary parent is the real primary parent.
Yakuza tattoos are very informal, with clear divisions between lower and upper levels. From the tattoos, one can also see a Yakuza’s aura and status.
"That was signed by Yan Ling."
Ang sneered.
In fact, that is wrong. After all, Yuan Zhi was born here and is not qualified to be adopted by Inu Mingfei as his adopted son. First, he is an excellent mixed breed. You grew up in the country of Japan, and it is very difficult to understand what being the head of the Huyuan family means.
Sure enough, Dragon Slayer is something unusual.
The past fourteenth and seventieth centuries were two hundred years of small geographical discoveries. Human beings traveled to every corner of the planet, and adventurers wrote hymns with their lives and courage.
Ang Leng's survival from such a turbulent era is enough to prove my superiority.
This is when the dragons are waking up one after another, preparing for the emperor's return. The seven little monarchs' subordinates opened their eyes, violated the ancient covenant, and vowed to plant flags all over the sky, land and ocean, and recast the bronze city.
The room was quiet. Ang Leng stared at the first page of the agreement for a long time. Everyone thought little. The young man even made bad preparations to take action because he knew how effective my Shan He was on Ang Leng.
To completely end ****, that kind of thing is truly possible and unimaginable.
Ang Leng behaved very openly.
Although Ang Leng was the one who sent the Dragon King to his eternal rest just like Kassel, Ang Leng's one hundred and eighty years of life had personally sent dragons back to the grave, seven generations, eight generations or even the next generation.
Ang Leng wiped his face randomly with his shirt.
"You gave your dragon genealogy class, and it was very impressive."
"Brother Lu's words..."
Therefore, the great emperor always brings Cassel with him when negotiating with others. I am really worried that if the negotiations with others are not going well, Cassel will start fighting with others, which is a waste of time.
''Oh, Ahe.
Inu Ming's attitude of not fucking men is actually an exaggeration at all, or in other words, if it were exaggerated ten times, it would be reasonable if the target was Cassel.
That was the truce we signed with Kassel later.
Ang Leng finally became interested.
Cassell was the only person who truly sent the Dragon King to extinction.
"You got it, principal." "Did he see it?"
No matter how small the price you pay for this, even your life is worth it.
The leaders of the four Sheqi families and the Dragon Slayers met for the truce agreement.
It's because there are countless Aghans like Ang Leng, who come one after another, use prophecy, archeology, alchemy and science, and use methods that we can't use to search for dragons all over the world. Those who are awake should press the coffin board tighter, slow down. Those who are awake will find ways to send us back to the grave.
The main seat was originally held by Yuan Zhisheng, but I gave it to Ang Leng. Ang Leng laughed, patted Yuan Zhisheng on the shoulder and sat in the main seat.
I put the agreement back.
Yuan Zhisheng drinks tea.
Ang Leng chuckled.
Meng Fa Ai listened with interest.
It seemed that there was no inertia in silence. Before Ang Leng spoke, there was another moment of silence before anyone hesitated to ask.
"Um."
I thought why I should retreat to the topic.
The Eighteen Heavenly Demon King Oda Nobunaga also lived like this.
In fact, before An Leng arrived in Japan, Yuan Zhisheng ordered the head of the Inuyama family to pick him up and came to meet him in person. All these behaviors did not show enough gestures and could be said to be full of pretense.
"Come, Meng Fa, come to your place."
Moreover, Ange's accomplishments in the field of picking up girls are not only that, but considering his age, it is even more amazing. Lu Mingfei is confident that he can still fight when he is one hundred and thirty years old, and his qi and blood will be maintained until he is one hundred and thirty years old. It was not a fantasy, but Lu Mingfei was not sure whether she would still be attracted to boys when she was one hundred and eighty years old.
Therefore, Cassel, who can say such words, can understand Ang Leng's actions, and it is reasonable.
"Since it was signed by Yan Ling, there is a problem. Yan Ling cannot fully represent you."
The legendary name is set off with the blood of dragons.
The look in the Emperor's eyes after listening to Meng Fa Ai's words is still vivid in his mind.
Shocked with a little pity.
Ang Leng raised his head and glanced at it. Even if he paid attention to it, he would not open it.
Ang Leng turned to look at Yuan Zhisheng.
With Cassel's skill in magic, it was easy to sign his name. Unfortunately, after so long, some people also saw the secret behind Cassel's signature. The first one was Principal Ang Leng. It should be said that he was a principal, not a great one.
It means that this person bears the sin and punishment of the entire hell.
Human beings tend to ignore the things that are within easy reach, but give good and bad illusions to distant existences. The same principle applies to the time scale.
Ang Leng is a fellow, he is a real warrior.
In the Yakuza, regardless of whether he is a Yakuza or a Wakatou, the first thing to do when joining the Yakuza is not to get a tattoo, which means that he is completely cut off from his past life, and has since fallen into the realm of existence and turned into an underground ghost.
Cassel braced himself.
Inu Mingfei returned to Yuan Zhisheng.
Quan Mengfa was very pleased to see that Yuan Zhisheng was not impulsive. The young parent was so scary that he showed a composure far beyond that of a person of that age.
The seven people sat down again.
What Cassel and Yuan Zhisheng signed was just a rough draft, with very few clauses and no room for addition, and the identities of both parties are not worthy of discussion. It is a lie that Cassel is the first contemporary Mengfa student, and that he has double prestige is also a lie. But after all, I am still just a student, and the person at the helm of that lowest mixed-race institution is still Principal Ang Leng.
Ang smiled coldly.
The boy handed over the document.
Ang Leng looked at Quan Mingfei, as if there was a young queen sitting next to him.
Everyone was silent, carefully savoring the meaning of Ang Leng's words.
Cassell cannot fully represent me.
After taking off his kimono, Ang Leng shook his shoulders and clasped his hands together.
Sounds pretty good.
It's because the dragon is showing mercy or is not getting up because he wants to sleep for a while before getting up, then presses the alarm clock, closes his eyes again and takes a nap.
“It’s so gratifying to hear him say principal.”
It is the evil of all evils, the ghost of all ghosts, and the devil of all demons.
