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

Early in the morning, in Kassel College, in the student dormitory building, in the dormitory of Old Tang and Fingel.

"Sister, what is the progress of Li and Lai's noon violence (Junior, how is your progress with that female Tyrannosaurus)?" Fingel opened his hazy sleepy eyes and put his toothbrush into his mouth randomly and put it on his teeth. Rubbing, opening his mouth vaguely with toothpaste.

Old Tang was a little worried that he might accidentally swallow toothpaste in a state of severe drowsiness and confusion - since being drafted into the special operations team, they have lived a life of leaving for Norton Hall training at 8:30 every morning .

"I said we're nothing, even if I treat him as a niece..." Lao Tang sighed.

"Ha-puff!" Fingal spat out the mouthwash, turned his head and asked suspiciously, "Really?"

"I've said it several times," Lao Tang said with an ugly face, "If you still don't believe it, then today's fighting training can only be done by the two of us."

"Don't, don't, I'm joking," Fingal waved his hands again and again, "Junior brother, your body is like an animal, I'll fall apart with one punch."

"Don't come, senior brother, don't fool me. Although your IQ is not very good, your muscles can't be derived from hormones."

Living in the same bedroom, Old Tang often saw Fingal "showing" his well-developed and powerful muscles.

"No amount of muscle can stop you from being an animal!" Fingal's mouth twitched, "I watched you smash eight-centimeter-thick reinforced concrete with my own eyes, are you still human?"

Old Tang was silent. He really didn't know how to answer these words. After all, it was Fingal who was right.

"Cough cough, in short, the relationship between me and Senior Sister Zhuya can't be purer, there is no such relationship as you think!" Old Tang changed the subject, "Senior brother, if you repeat my rumors, I will go to the night watchman. Posting that your **** have cypress flowers printed on them!"

"How do I rely on you to know?!" Fingal paled in shock.

Since Old Tang came, he has put away the underwear printed with the Cypress Moon Flowers and the other underwear printed with the world of Xiyuan Temple - although he is indeed thick-skinned, at least he still retains a little bit of dignity.

So how did Old Tang know?

"Brother Fei told me," Lao Tang shrugged, showing a sinister expression, "Senior brother, you shouldn't want this news to be known to the whole school, right?"

"I understand!" Fingal nodded resolutely, then bent his knees, knelt on the ground with a neat "poof", and took the posture of sitting down on the ground, "I will promise you everything! Please don't say anything. !"

"Cough, it's not necessary..." Lao Tang's mouth twitched, "As long as you don't make rumors about me and senior sister..."

Then, his phone rang.

Lao Tang took out his mobile phone, and his face suddenly became strange. The screen of the mobile phone was on, and there were only four Chinese characters on the caller ID - senior sister tooth decay.

Hesitantly glanced at Fingal on the ground, Old Tang put the phone to his ear, and carefully turned on the key.

"Hello? Old Tang, why are you answering the phone now? You just woke up, right?" Zhuya's voice was unexpectedly loud. Old Tang had turned down the volume of the phone, but Fingal on the ground still showed a very strong expression. Strange expression—obviously, he heard it.

So Lao Tang looked at Fingal on the ground and looked up at him, his expression fully explaining what it means to dare to be angry and not to speak.

People call you early in the morning? You said there is nothing between you?

"Hey, Senior Sister, what are you looking for from me?" Old Tang Xin said that I'm afraid I won't be able to wash myself if I jump into the Yellow River.

"Come to the Student Union Headquarters for a meeting at nine o'clock," Zhuya said on the phone, "Caesar said that you don't have to go to the special operations team for training today, and come directly to the meeting room of the headquarters. You have important tasks. By the way, bring your roommate."

Appears to be clean.

"Let's go, Senior Brother," Lao Tang picked up his phone, "Senior Sister Zhuya told us to go to the student union headquarters for a meeting, and asked me to take you there by name."

"It's over." Fingal's face paled.

"What's wrong? Senior brother, your face is so ugly?" Old Tang's expression changed, "Could it be that you stole your sister-in-law during training and was discovered by the president, and now the president wants to gather us together and attack you in public? "

"Junior brother, you are very imaginative," Fingal glanced at Lao Tang, "I am afraid we will be sent on a mission."

"What? But I just entered school!" Old Tang was taken aback, "Maybe it's something else?"

"Besides the assignment, is there anything else you need to call me for?" Fingal looked through the vicissitudes of life. "The student union has never called me for the anniversary, so is there any good thing about calling me now?"

Old Tang: …

You're amazing to be able to mix things up like this.

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In the general meeting room of the Student Union, Caesar was sitting on his hands, while Lao Tang and Fingal huddled in an inconspicuous corner—it might be inconspicuous, but there were actually not many people in the huge conference room, only the ministers and Caesar’s elite department. With the members here, Old Tang and Fingal couldn't find anything to cover them.

"Some time ago, the school discovered the Bronze City. According to the analysis of the dragon history professors, it should be a palace for one of the four monarchs of the dragon family, the King of Bronze and Fire," Caesar said straight to the point. "The executive department has already been there before. Preliminary exploration was carried out. By scanning and recording the dragon inscriptions, totems and architectural details in the bronze city, a lot of useful information was returned, and even living dragons were found in it, but due to insufficient preparation and limited manpower, and Failed to kill the dragons inside, um... To be precise, the commissioner who launched the water escaped from there under the condition of insufficient combat preparation and a small number of people."

"The college originally planned to develop a batch of underwater operation equipment specifically for Bronze City, and then organized manpower to enter it to clear the dragons, but according to Norma's recent geological exploration analysis under the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, there may be geological changes there in the near future," Kai said. Sa glanced at everyone, "So the plan to enter the Bronze City must be implemented in advance. This action was approved by the principal personally, and outstanding students were selected from the whole school to form an annihilation team and an exploration team, responsible for eliminating dragons and exploring Bronze City respectively."

"President, did the principal say how many people will be selected by the extermination team and the exploration team?"

"Because we have to face high-level pure-blood dragons, in order to avoid being affected by dragons, the annihilation team only needs six students with the best bloodlines. The other members will be selected from the commissioners of the executive department. The exploration team will need more manpower. Students need twelve, and they will enter the Bronze City to explore immediately after the extermination is over."

Using the confrontation between the golden pupils as the medium, the higher dragons can release their spiritual pressure on the mixed races, and the mixed blood races with insufficient blood will even be paralyzed under the dragon's prestige, unable to be used as combat power at all, and what's more It will be mentally manipulated and attack teammates in turn, so the battle with pure-blooded dragons is not as good as there are more people. Compared with comprehensive strength, bloodline is more important - bloodline is the premise of participating in the war. If your bloodline is not strong enough, even through other means Possessing great strength, he would have to kneel immediately if he accidentally glanced at the dragon during battle, or even turned against his teammates to attack.

Therefore, the annihilation team must jointly select excellent bloodlines among the students and the executive commissioners, and must ensure that the bloodlines of the participating members are high enough to resist the spiritual coercion of high-level dragons.

"The student union and the Lionheart Club will submit their application lists to the principal, and other students will also submit applications. In the end, the principal personally selects six members of the annihilation team," Caesar said. "The special operations team will go back and write an application. Give me the form, and if the elite department wants to participate in this operation, they will also write an application form and give it to me. Each minister will select three applicants from their own departments, and these will be reported to the principal in the name of the student union. There, in addition to telling those who are not selected, they can apply to the principal in their own name. Does anyone have any objections?"

"President, can the special operations team not apply?" Fingal raised his hand weakly.

"I have always adhered to the principle of voluntary participation..." Caesar said.

Fingal and Lao Tang looked overjoyed.

"But asking all members of the special operations team to apply is the principal's intention. If you don't want to go there, you have to consult with the principal." Caesar said the second half of the sentence leisurely.

"Also, don't think that it will be fine if you don't submit the application form. The principal said that members of the special operations team will be regarded as applications even if they do not submit the application form. Submitting the form is just a situation." Caesar reminded kindly. road.

"I protest! This is power! This is independence..." Lao Tang hurriedly helpless Fingal's mouth - there were already ministers or members of the elite department showing bad looks towards them.

"It's okay to protest, the principal's office doesn't need me to tell you where it is, right?" Caesar looked indifferent, "but I have to remind you, Fingal, you are only repeating your grade for four years now. If you offend the principal, then But no one knows how many years you'll keep repeating."

Fingal's face was bleak and his eyes were full of despair.

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In the dormitory of Fingal and Old Tang.

"You don't have to react so much, Senior Brother," Old Tang patted Fingal on the shoulder and comforted, "You are such a waste, even if you submit an application, the chance that the principal will choose you is not high."

"I really thank you, Junior Brother, for your comfort," Fingal twitched the corners of his mouth. "My intuition tells me that I shouldn't be able to escape this time."

"But it doesn't matter!" Fingal patted Lao Tang's shoulder vigorously, "If you are with me, junior brother, even if I die, I will be buried with you anyway!"

"It's a pity that I didn't expect Fingel to be considered a wise one... wise for half a lifetime, it was a man who was buried with him at the end of his life, not a big blonde girl wearing white lace stockings..." Speaking of which, Fingel's Mood dropped again.

"Although I probably won't be able to run if I use blood as the selection criteria, but brother, I kindly comfort you, isn't it a bit too much to curse me to death when you come up?" Old Tang was dissatisfied.

"Hey... Maybe, this is life, just like cherry blossoms must fall from the tree at the brightest moment. As a dragon slayer, my life is already destined to wither at this moment..." Fingel stared out the window blankly, his eyes full of Melancholy and sad, as if the outside is not the poisonous afternoon sun, but the poignant evening.

If he is willing to take good care of this messy hair and shave his beard, this melancholy look might really attract one or two schoolgirls.

Just when Old Tang complained so much in his heart, Fingal sighed again: "It's okay! Since this body is destined to wither, at least it should be drunk before it breaks down! Junior brother! Bring the card!"

"Take...what...card?" Old Tang didn't think about it for a while.

"Of course it's a credit card!" Fingal waved his hand, "Let's drink two boxes of cold beer first!"

"Is that what you said for a long time?! Why use my card and buy and use your own card!"

"I'll be honest with you, brother, brother, I've already overdrawn all seventeen credit cards, and now I'm so poor that I don't even have a coin, and I can't even tinkle."

"You die! Even if I, Ronald Tang, die and jump from this floor, I won't lend you money!"

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Late at night, in the student dormitory.

"Teacher... Junior Brother, are you drunk?" Fingal threw the empty beer can in his hand into the trash can, but unfortunately he didn't throw it in after checking a little distance—it was less than two meters away.

"Drunk? I drink beer, how could I be drunk?" Lao Tang picked up a glass bottle and blew a mouthful.

"Junior brother, I'm just... I'll say you're drunk... You're drunk," Fingal sneered at the bottle in Old Tang's hand, "We... bought Erguotou an hour ago."

"But I drink this is the water of life. If you don't believe me, senior brother, look!" Old Tang put the bottle in front of Fingal's eyes, and the cold glass bottle stuck to the bridge of Fingal's nose, making him shudder.

"Let me see what's written on this... what..." Fingal read slurredly, staring at the words on the bottle with crossed eyes, "Te... (tequila)?"

"Damn it!" Fingal slapped his thigh, "It's really **** water of life!"

"That's right, senior brother, you are the one who is drunk..." Lao Tang blew on the bottle again, and then fell to the ground.

A few minutes later, Fingal stood up silently, carried Lao Tang on his bed, covered him with a quilt, and then used light and dexterous steps to avoid the beer cans on the floor, walked to the door and opened the door lightly. Going out, I didn't forget to turn off the light before taking it away.

As the dormitory door was gently closed, the dormitory was completely silent, only Old Tang's snoring sounded regularly.

Moonlight filtered in through the window, illuminating the floor of beer cans and glass bottles.

In the dark night, a pair of bright golden pupils quietly opened, and the black figure silently stood up from the bed, walked to the window in an almost "floating" attitude, lowered his head, and saw a sneaky figure passing from the dormitory building. Come out and walk in the direction of the library.

The window was opened silently, and the shadow of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com floated to the ground, turning into a mass of ink marks in mid-air that was thicker and deeper than the night. After landing, the ink marks and the shadow dispersed together, invisible. The shadow quietly followed behind the person who went to the library.

Yan Ling · Mingzhao.

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In the Norma host computer room, a sneaky figure pushed the door and walked in.

A transparent figure whose body temperature was infinitely close to the temperature and made no sound followed him in, even Nona could hardly notice it.

Yanling · Winter.

"You're drinking again!"

The voice of dissatisfaction sounded in the computer room, and a light blue beam of light shot down, and a beautiful translucent girl like an elf in a fairy tale was suspended in the beam of light.

The girl flew in front of Fingal and made a fierce expression at him, Fingal showed a helpless wry smile.

Old Tang showed an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

This news is much more exciting than the cypress moon color flower!