I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly

Kassel College, in the dormitory of Old Tang and Fingel, came over to encourage Old Tang and told him carefully that he was his mentor. Professor Guderian walked out the door shyly, not forgetting to remind him before leaving. Tang School canteen can order snacks and takeaways, but be careful not to invite Fingel to dinner.

Perhaps because of fate, after successfully waiting for the train and going to the school for enrollment, Old Tang was actually assigned to a dormitory with Fingel—the dormitory of Kassel College is usually a one-person or two-person room.

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, Brother Tang, your rating is actually A grade!" Fingel looked at Old Tang up and down, with unstoppable admiration in his eyes, "If your level were not high enough, it would be impossible for the two of us to get in the car on the same day. To school."

"Brother, you should call me Old Tang or Junior Brother," Old Tang sighed, "Professor Guderian really is so unreliable for you to say?"

"Let's put it this way, so far, as a tutor, Professor Guderian has only two students under his hand, one is you," Fingel pointed to Old Tang and then to himself, "the other is me."

"If you say that, I understand..."

Old Tang covered his face.

"But brother, don’t be discouraged. You are so high-level, the school can’t prevent you from graduating, and you told me on the train? You were specially recruited by the school as a hunter. You are different from ordinary students. You have the foundation!"

Fingel comforted.

"What you said everywhere revealed the meaning of'Professor is unreliable. You can only learn by yourself if you want to graduate.'" Old Tang cried and said, "I feel my future is gloomy."

"Junior Brother, look at me, can your future be even worse than mine?"

Fingel turned around in front of Old Tang, posing as a male model in the fashion show. If it weren't for his sloppy body, I guess he would really have the taste of a model, but now he only has the taste of his body.

"Is it too late for me to drop out now?"

Old Tang said blankly.

"It's too late, but if you drop out of school, you need to clear your memory. The school's technology is not yet mature, and there may be a little side effect. Junior brother, are you really thinking about it?"

Fingel asked.

"Forget it," Old Tang shook his head, "I think it's better to go to school."

Fingel put on a pedantic expression, just about to say something, but was interrupted by the bell ringing in Old Tang's pocket.

Old Tang took out his cell phone, and it was a text message signed by Norma.

"Norma reminded me that tomorrow is a free day. As a freshman, for safety reasons, I advise me not to leave the dormitory area tomorrow...What does this mean?"

Old Tang looked at Fingel in confusion and asked, “Professor Guderian told me that Norma is the school’s artificial intelligence secretary, but what is Freedom Day? Why would Norma suggest that I be elsewhere in the dormitory area tomorrow?”

"Oh? Freedom Day! I almost forgot!" Fingel clenched his fist in the palm of his hand. "Freedom Day is once a year, to put it bluntly. When school just started, students were allowed to act freely regardless of school rules. This day Except for a few important rules that cannot be broken, all school rules are invalid, and students generally exchange fire across the school."

"The whole school crossfire?"

Old Tang thought he had heard it wrong.

"It's an alchemy bullet, a Friga bullet that doesn't hurt people and only has an anaesthetic effect," Fingel explained. "But you can still be injured if you are hit and thrown on the ground. Freedom is only a day. It’s a carnival for sophomores and juniors. The dormitory area is a safe area. Crossfire is not allowed. Freshmen are safe as long as they hide in the dormitory area."

"That's okay, it's okay, just stay one day tomorrow."

Old Tang nodded, disapproving.

"However, the canteen is not in the dormitory area, and they do not provide food delivery services for Freedom Day. So if you don’t want to be hungry tomorrow, you’d better order some food from the canteen now that has been stored for more than a day and let them Hurry and send it over."

Fingel reminded.

"Is there anything else? I'll call, thank you brother for reminding me."

Old Tang found out the phone number for ordering meals in the canteen that Professor Guderian had handed him in the dormitory, and did not notice that half of Fingel's face covered with beard showed a scornful smile.

Have a supper tonight!

…

Late at night, in a female dormitory at Kassel College, Su Xiaoyao was lying on the lower bunk bed in her pajamas, carefully flipping through a book of thick romance.

This is a two-room dormitory. Su Xiaoyao arrived two days ago. The brand-new velvet bedding on the upper bunk was provided by the school, neatly stacked, without any trace of passiveness—her roommate has not come until now.

"Tuk Tuk..."

The knock on the door awakened Su Xiaoyao who was concentrating on reading. She put down the book, turned her head and glanced at the dormitory door, and said loudly, "Please come in."

With the sound of "click", a girl carrying a small suitcase walked in.

The girl looked only 13 or 14 years old, with pure skin as white as ice and snow, and her facial features were exquisite like art-level porcelain dolls. She had long platinum hair and icy blue eyes. She was wearing a school uniform and stepping on a pair of flat shoes. Wearing white lace gloves, every move reveals aristocratic elegance. The exquisite face has no expression, quietly like an endless Antarctic snowfield, but the beautiful icy blue eyes of gem-like emeralds reveal extremely deep. exhausted.

"Hello, are you my roommate?"

Su Xiaoyao looked at this girl who seemed to be just a junior high school student and asked.

"Well, hello," the girl nodded and made a short introduction to herself. "My name is Zero."

"My name is Su Xiaoyao, welcome!"

Changing the half-lying posture, Su Xiaoyao sat up from the bed and smiled at zero.

"Ok."

Nodding her head, she seemed to be very talkative, silently put her luggage aside, took off her shoes and put on slippers, and walked to the bed.

Su Xiaoxiao noticed that her legs were slightly unnatural when walking, but they didn't seem to be a major problem.

Ling silently stepped on the bed ladder and climbed up step by step, but when she stepped on the highest level with her right foot, she suddenly smashed, as if she couldn't use her strength to slide down, half of her body lost balance, and she was about to get off the ladder. Up and down.

She subconsciously wanted to grasp the railing, but as soon as she moved her shoulders, the pain in her heart gushed out, and she couldn't stretch her arms immediately, so she completely lost her balance and lay down on her back.

Subconsciously, she made the action to protect the back of the brain. Fortunately, she was a mixed race. With her physical fitness, even if she fell to the ground, it would only hurt a bit and would not suffer any injuries.

However, the feeling of contact between the back and the hard ground did not come. Zero who fell in the sense of weightlessness suddenly felt that he had fallen into a warm and powerful embrace, and the tendency of falling disappeared.

"Are you OK?"

The voice of concern rang in his ears, he turned his head slightly, and saw a beautiful and flawless face—it was her roommate.

When…

Subconsciously, Ling turned his head to look at the bedside position where Su Xiaoyao had just been sitting.

When did she run over to catch me, this speed...

The slight shock just arose, and was interrupted by a very uncomfortable feeling.

Lying in Su Xiaoyao’s arms as a princess, the elegant fragrance constantly broke into the sense of smell, her back and thighs were dragged by two slender and soft arms, and she twisted her body subconsciously-she loves cleanliness and is not used to it. Other people have contact.

Su Xiaoyao put her on her own bed and lay down. Zero struggling to think about it, but she was pressed back by Su Xiaoyao's pointed head—and her hand just avoided the injury on Zero's shoulder.

Ling raised his eyes to look at Su Xiaoyao, the clear ice blue eyes were still quiet and ethereal, but they came into contact with a pair of clear black eyes with implicit concern.

Su Xiaoyao frowned, stretched out his hand involuntarily on Ling's right knee, rubbed it gently, Ling felt a little uncomfortable, and couldn't figure out why Su Xiaoyao's movements on her knee did not affect her injury. Fortunately, Su Xiaoxiao took his hand from her knee in the next second.

"Classmate Zero, what's the matter with your injury? Your knee ligaments are severely strained, and the surrounding muscle tissue is also injured," Su Xiaoyao frowned, "You may cause the injury to worsen and leave sequelae! Why don't you go to the infirmary if you are injured?"

"I was injured when I came to school for rock climbing. I accidentally touched it again halfway. The injury worsened," Ling took out the words he had prepared, and said in a flat tone, "It's late, I don't want to disturb the doctor."

"Your injury has to disturb the doctor, otherwise what should I do?"

Su Xiaoyao was quite sure that Zero was lying. Lu Mingfei taught her some medical skills. The injury on Zero’s knee was a disguise—she first suffered a kind of injury, and then stimulated the wound again at the cost of a second injury and pretended to be a disguise.

This technique is very subtle. Generally speaking, the doctor is unlikely to see it, but when she first gave the zero check, she quietly performed a force check, and she saw the problem all at once.

"I don't want to go to the infirmary."

Zero still shook his head, his expression flat.

Su Xiaoyao is sure that this new tablemate must have some secrets, but she doesn't have much desire to explore. After all, everyone has secrets, and her secrets are much larger than this new tablemate.

After hesitating, Su Xiaoxuan nodded: "It's okay if you don't go to the infirmary. When I came, I brought a family medicine box with some bandages in it. I will do a little bit of Chinese medicine for bone setting and massage. How about a simple treatment for you? "

Zero hesitated, nodded, and whispered: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, if nothing happens, we will be roommates who get along with each other day and night in the next four years of college."

Su Xiaoyao smiled at her and looked at her who was lying on the bed like a little girl. Su Xiaoyao forcibly resisted the urge to rub the cute girl's face and went to her suitcase to get the medicine box.

Taking out the bandage, Su Xiaoyao sat on the edge of the bed, plain white long palms gently rubbed on Zero’s knees, the numbness gradually emerged from Zero’s knees, and then some heat flow gradually emerged from the numbness and injured knees. As if soaking in a hot spring at the right temperature, the slight pain that I usually have even if I don't move has long disappeared, and it is replaced by a comfortable and relaxing feeling.

Ling An lay quietly on the bed and stared at Su Xiaoyao. Because of the angle problem, he could only see half of a perfect side face. The expression on Su Xiaoyao's face was serious and gentle, slowly massaging her knees.

"Huh? What's the matter? Zero classmate, why are you staring at me all the time."

It seemed that he had noticed Zero's sight, Su Xiaoyao asked inexplicably.

"It's nothing," Zero looked away, whispered, "Thank you."

"I said no thanks," Su Xiaoyao picked up the bandage to fix her knees and smiled, "After the bandage, your knees are not suitable for strenuous activities in the short term. If you don't dislike it, you will lie on my bed for two days. Well, I'll sleep on the upper bunk first, and then I'll change it when you recover."

Ling is not used to having physical or physical contact with other people, but seeing Su Xiaoqiao's bright smile under the light, she nodded in a ghostly manner.

"By the way, are you injured elsewhere?"

After Su Xiaoyao bound her knees for Zero, she seemed to think of something and asked.

Zero hesitated and nodded, "The right shoulder is also hurt."

"Um...Then I will help you deal with it," Su Xiaoqian asked, "Can I untie your shirt and expose your shoulders?"

Zero nodded, indicating that Su Xiaoyao is okay.

Su Xiaoyao stretched out her hand and stroked the buttons of the school uniform with her slender and white fingertips, and slowly opened it, then half faded, revealing zero shoulders and collarbone, and a touch of snow-white skin under the light.

…

In the early morning, in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, thick ink-like clouds covered the surface of the Yangtze River. The fog was filled with heavy rain and the wind speed reached six levels.

In such inclement weather, other ships docked for shelter from the wind, and only the Xenon lamp of the Moniaher flashed in the rain on the black wave rewinding surface.

As a warship disguised as a tugboat, this storm is only mild and drizzle for the Moniah.

This is not only the driver's cab of the Moniah, UU reading www. uukānshu. com is also the command room for this mission.

Zhou Minhao sat in an inconspicuous corner, quietly watching the squally rain outside the window, still a handsome young man.

It stands to reason that he is not really suitable here. After all, this is the command center of the Kassel Academy for missions. It is inevitable that some secrets will be involved. However, in the past few days, Zhou Minhao and Lu Mingfei have talked a lot about domestic mixed-race families. To return to the peach, Lu Mingfei asked Professor Mans to pull Zhou Minhao in to watch the excitement.

Professor Mans Rondstedt, also the captain of the ship, stood side by side in front of the wheelhouse window with Lu Mingfei. The heavy rain beat the front window, and the raindrops fell to pieces on the bulletproof glass.

Relying on their powerful vision, their sight went through the rain screen and watched two heavily armed figures jumping off the side strings beside the ship.

"Project Kuimen, start!"

Professor Mans's cold, slightly hoarse voice echoed throughout the command room. In the quiet command room, only the blue light of the screen illuminates a serious and quiet face.