Lu Mingfei Returns from Monster Hunting

Chapter 38 Gifts
The next day, Lu Mingfei returned to Kassel after a long journey with his luggage.

But this time he got a ride with the handsome old principal, and he was not tortured to the point of going crazy by waiting for the bus.

Before leaving, Angers said mysteriously that he would give him a generous gift.

As a reward for beheading that dragon servant and bringing back Ye Sheng Yaji and so many Dragon King relics safely.

Lu Mingfei asked if he could give him some information about the generous gift.

Is it a few million scholarships or a few houses in the bustling streets of Chicago.

As a result, Angers said that he was greedy for snakes, and he couldn't do it anymore.

"The old rascal wouldn't really give me a snake, would he?"

ID card to open the door of room 303.

Lu Mingfei thought that there might be a "Sisi" spitting poisonous snake in his bedroom, so he couldn't help but get hairy.

It's not that he's afraid of snakes, it's that he really doesn't like snakes, a cold-blooded animal.

They all lay eggs and grow scales, and he prefers dragons.

"It would be great if it was a dragon delivery."

Mumbling, Lu Mingfei walked into the room.

"return with glory!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Countless streamers were flying, and all kinds of confetti were scattered all over the place.

He pushed away the man wearing a paper headband expressionlessly: "You clean the room today."

Finger followed up with a shy old face: "Of course there is no problem, junior brother, you are too mighty, do you know that! Now your heroic deeds are all spread!"

"Cassel College's most searched S-level freshman in the second half of 2009, he changed his life against the sky and killed the Dragon Attendant by himself! He's so handsome!"

"Hehe, I'll give you ten yuan, can you shut up?"

With Fingel's pissing nature, Lu Mingfei and his second brother can think of who wrote these gossip.

It's just that he was curious about where this guy got the first-hand news.

As soon as he came back from cutting the dragon with his front foot, the news of slaying the dragon with his back foot reached Fengou's ears.

It is almost even worse than the windy ears of heaven.

"You still want to send me ten yuan now? Let me tell you, I don't care about 20 yuan!"

A handful of dollar bills rattled in Fingel's hands.

Lu Mingfei also saw the philosophy book on the table that had been torn into shape. It was said to be Finger's favorite child.

Alongside it was a stack of oblong objects wrapped in pages of philosophy books.

"Have you played too much Vice City? Which bank did you rob?"

"Cut! Above board! I win!"

Fingel sat on Lu Mingfei's bed full of pride, with his nostrils upturned: "If it weren't for Professor Manstein and Zhuang, I would have won more."

"But it's still thanks to you, Lu Bao, you are really my reincarnated father."

"Your father will break your leg when he hears that."

In a few words, Lu Mingfei guessed that he used his entrance exam to gamble.

Undoubtedly, many ignorant and innocent children were tricked by this big old fox to take away their small treasury.

Sighing, while thinking about how his roommate's behavior is so bad, Lu Mingfei sat in front of the computer desk.

He worries about his future.

Staying with Fengou, will he be infected with the T virus like in a zombie movie, and then degenerate into him?
Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei's face became even paler.

Don't do that kind of thing!
"Senior brother will protect you in school from now on." Fingel said, patting him on the shoulder.

"Just don't ask me to treat you to dinner again." Lu Mingfei's wallet is not that rich either.

However, Fengou is richer, but his personality is the same as before. He said righteously: "Da Mai Da, treating guests to dinner is the best way for American students to communicate with each other."

"I don't want to exchange feelings with you, and you never asked me."

"One-sided treats can also cultivate feelings. At least now I love you very much, Lu Bao."

Lu Mingfei: "..."

"You're such a rotten person."

"Bad people are better than bad people." Fingel said, and then seemed to think of something, "Oh, by the way, a courier was sent to our dormitory this morning, and it belongs to you."

He pointed to a plastic-wrapped yellow box in the corner of the desk.

"I know, greedy for snakes." Lu Mingfei's expression was calm.

"What greedy snake?"

"The snake that the principal gave me."

The sender's signature on the courier is xx, and the other party did not fill it in. The recipient is my dear student Lu Mingfei.

Who else could it be if the old man in Angers gave it to him.

He cut an opening from the top of the package with a paring knife, revealing a black metal square box.

This stunned Fingel next to him.

"I'll go, alchemy products, high-end products!"

As the most proud eighth student majoring in alchemy, Fingel, the only F-level genius in the academy, recognized at a glance that the craftsmanship of the black box came from alchemy technology.

You must know that alchemy technology can not only create special powerful bullets and weapons to deal with dragons.

At the same time, it can also create a highly protective container to store some rare props.

As for why it is to cherish props... because no one will take a box worth tens of thousands to put a pair of Skechers.

The principal is spending a lot of money!

Finger hurriedly urged: "Hurry up, hurry up, open it quickly so that senior brother can grow his eyes."

"What are you in such a rush for?" Lu Mingfei ignored his urging, and lifted the black box leisurely.

Underneath is a note with the password to open the black box written on it.

"Lu Mingfei's right thumbprint"

Unexpectedly, inadvertently, the school even got his fingerprints.

Lu Mingfei sighed, and pressed his right thumb on the lock of the black box.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the black box slowly bounced open.

Expose the inside cylindrical glass container.

The glass container is filled with formalin solution, and in the formalin, there is a miniature life floating.

"Ahhhh!"

Seeing the real face of the other party, Fingel was so frightened that he hugged the iron rod by the bed and yelled.

"Dragon! There is a dragon! Lu Bao, quickly use your Great Desolate Prisoner's Sky Finger to suppress it! Brother, I am still young, I don't want to die yet!"

Lu Mingfei couldn't help giving him a chestnut.

"Stop barking, it's just a cub. Besides, I don't know anything about the Great Desolation Prisoner's Finger. Where did you make up the names of these tricks?"

After being hit hard on the head, Fingel managed to calm down.

Looking back, the red dragon cub in the container was staring at Lu Mingfei's eyes, with a little shrinking in his pupils.

"Professor Guderian won't really kneel in front of the principal and beg him." He murmured.

This red dragon cub is exactly the one that Professor Guderian showed him as an example during the entrance guidance, so there is no mistake.

But it is one of the school's most prized research samples.

Why would you give it to him so easily?
Even if Guderian knelt at the principal's door, it would be impossible for him to get three feet of snow.

Lu Mingfei touched his chin.

He suddenly thought of something.

"Could it be, among the relics of the Dragon King brought back..."

"There is something more valuable than this little guy!"

(End of this chapter)