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

Kassel Academy, in Norma's computer room.

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"Have you been drinking again?" The transparent girl floated in front of Fingal, the tips of her hair rose against gravity, and she wrinkled her nose.

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"I only drank a little." Fingal's eyes flickered and he touched the tip of his nose.

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Shit! You drank at least twenty cans of beer and six bottles of strong liquor!

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Old Tang slandered in the corner.

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"You should know that there are a lot of equipment here, right? Would you like me to test the alcohol level of your breath?" The girl gave Fingal a white look.

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"Cough! I am a mixed race, the blood concentration of a mixed race..."

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"I also have detailed data here." The girl interrupted Fingel's sophistry.

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Keeping Yan Lingdong's continuation, so as not to be discovered by the infrared temperature sensing device here, Lao Tang frowned at the girl - logically this is Norma's computer room, and what she cast is indeed Norma's 3D avatar, but This character setting is nothing like Norma. Norma is the general secretary of the school. She is very patient and gentle and polite in character. It is impossible to be so aggressive, and...

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If his feelings are correct, the core position of this huge host, that alchemy matrix...

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"I'm not here to convince my roommate to come to see you," Fingal found a valid reason for himself. "It's not easy for me to see you."

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"Are you going on a mission again?" the girl asked.

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"I can't hide it from you, you should have seen the report about me," Fingal said. "There will definitely be me among the participants of 'Bronze Operation'."

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Operation Bronze? This name... Could it be referring to the plan to go to Bronze City this time? Old Tang Xin said that Senior Brother, you really are not simple. You already know the action code before it is announced?

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"If you don't want to go, I can take yours out of this operation..." the girl said.

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Does Norma still have this kind of authority? impossible?

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Old Tang increasingly felt that this girl was not Norma, but just used the same avatar as Norma.

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"No need," Fingal shook his head, "This time, I also have some things I want to do, besides..."

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Old Tang hid in the corner and saw Fingal's eyes and temperament change in an instant, his eyes became firm and sharp, his slightly sunk shoulders were straight, although he was still wearing that dirty old shirt and a mess His hair seemed to have suddenly changed from a sloppy stray dog ​​to a wild wolf covered in dirt and grass with hard hair rolled together in the wild.

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"I haven't moved my muscles and bones for too long," Fingal stretched out a hand to fully grasp it, and the muscles on his exposed forearm bulged out like a bunch of steel bars twisted together in an orderly manner, "Go on like this. , when I go to that place in the future, the bones may be rusted."

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"You really have to worry about your bones." The girl patted her palm twice, and the sound generator placed somewhere in the room made a clapping sound.

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A robot with a round head and a round brain walks from a corner... Well, to be precise, it should come out, because it has no feet, and two short stick-like legs under its round body end with two teams of wheels.

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The little robot was a little taller than Fingal's calf, and held a tray in both hands. On the nursery were two white pills the size of New York batteries and a steaming glass of milk.

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"Milk again?" Fingal sighed.

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"And calcium tablets," the girl added.

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"I always eat calcium tablets and drink milk well," Fingal leaned over, picked up the tablet with the milk, then threw the medicine into his mouth and smoothed it down with a mouthful of milk, "so next time I come here Can you get me some Coke or some other kind of soda?"

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"Then you also have to drink a glass of milk first," the girl said, "the strengthening effect of your word spirit on bones is far less than the strengthening of muscles, the bones are not strong enough, and it will crack when you say that you can't fight the word spirit one day. ."

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"Don't worry, my word spirit is a bronze throne and not a ghost. When I feel that my bones can't hold it, I will restrain myself," Fingal said. "Fractures are no fun."

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"Reinforce your strength? I remember you fractured yourself before, right? It was the hospital that Professor Schneider carried you to." The girl complained.

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Old Tang was in the corner, thinking of Professor Schneider? It's good that he doesn't go to the hospital by himself, but he goes to the hospital behind someone else's back?

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Many people in the school know that Professor Schneider was almost killed by a dragon with a very high bloodline during a mission in his early years. Although he survived, his lungs and trachea were severely damaged, and he even needed a machine to assist his breathing, no matter what. Wherever he goes, he has to drag a tool cart that provides him with oxygen-sometimes, for the convenience of going out, he will sit directly in a wheelchair equipped with a breathing device, so that he does not have to pay attention to his oxygen cart when moving. Did you keep up.

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Although in commanding ability, management ability and academic ability... well, he may not have academic ability, but at least in commanding and management ability, Professor Schneider is second to none in the school, but his body is considered a compliment to say that he is a second-class disability. If you go to the hospital, you may go to the hospital, don't go to the inpatient ward, he goes to the ICU.

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Unless... this happened before Professor Schneider was injured.

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"I learned to be smart later," Fingal said. "You see, I've only broken a bone once since then."

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"Did you mean the time we were in the Arctic Ocean?" the girl asked softly.

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"Yeah, that time, my fracture was the most trivial injury in the entire team." Fingal said softly.

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When did you two say it? Can you speak clearly? Old Tang in the corner scratched his head curiously.

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But after saying this, Fingal fell into silence. He just found a protruding square device and sat on it to drink milk. The girl stopped talking. A chair was projected beside Fingal, and she sat silently. accompany him.

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Fingal took his last gulp of milk, got up, and put the glass where he had sat.

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"Dance with me, eva." Fingal looked at the girl.

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She really wasn't Norma. Old Tang looked at the girl, and then looked at the huge host with a sturdy hourglass-shaped metal column in the center of the room.

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The girl who appears in the host room now is just a holographic projection, but her essence is definitely something completely unrelated to holographic projection.

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"You have such strong alcohol vapors on your body," the girl said with disgust. "Fortunately, I can't smell it."

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"Come on then?" Fingal opened his arms to the girl.

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"What are you dancing?" the girl tilted her head and asked.

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"Waltz."

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The girl snapped her fingers. The computer room, which had some faint light, was completely darkened. The background music of waltz sounded from all directions, and a beam of light shot down from the ceiling, just covering Fingal and the girl.

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The girl put her palm on Fingal's hand, Fingal skillfully held it, and then hugged the girl's waist. ", and there is no "wearing the model", as if the one dancing with him is not an intangible projection, but a living girl.

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There were thick cables and small devices **** naked everywhere in the computer room. The beam of light could only illuminate a small area under the feet of Fingal and the girl, but their movements were light and swift, and every time they took a step, they perfectly avoided the ground. The cable, skillfully, seems to have danced a thousand times in this rugged computer room.

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The small robot with a round head and a round brain retreated to the corner with interest, and the eyes made of the electronic screen changed into a pattern of concentration. It didn't know that, less than thirty centimeters to its left, squatting and hiding in the dark. people in.

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Old Tang quietly watched Fingal and the girl dance under the beam of light. The dust in the computer room was suspended in the dancer's movements, and when it floated into the beam of light, it turned into a tiny light spot. However, under the light, the dust mist changed, passing through the transparent body of the girl, and covering the dancing people.

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Old Tang felt that this scene was very familiar. Not long ago, he quietly pried open the door of the Norton Pavilion, and danced in the moonlight with a girl in costume with silver hair and silver eyes in the cold hall. He couldn't hold the girl's hand, nor could he He held her waist, but he could feel her heartbeat.

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His memory is not very good. One day he forgot many details. He only remembered that Xiaoyin's clear eyes had long and slender eyelashes, and the eyelashes would tremble.

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To the two dancing people, he made a farewell gesture that no one could see, and Lao Tang quietly left the computer room.

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At noon, Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqian were at home.

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After the ten-day happy vacation, Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqian pushed open the door and entered.

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"Xiaotian! Zero! We're back!" Su Xiaoqian shouted into the room.

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"Wang Wang Wang!"

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Xiaotian never knew which corner came out cheerfully, and rushed towards Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqing, Su Xiaoqian took two steps forward and opened his arms.

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Then Xiaotian brushed past her and threw himself into Lu Mingfei's arms behind her.

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With open arms, Su Xiaoqian froze in place awkwardly.

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Then she saw Zero walking out of the kitchen wearing an apron.

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"Zero! I'm back!" Su Xiaoqiang kept her arms open, walked towards Zero with a natural face, and then gave her a big hug in the slightly confused eyes of Zero, as if she opened her arms to hug Zero. Just because of the slight difference in height, Zero's delicate little face was buried in Su Xiaoqian's curve.

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"Hmm..." Zero, who was suffocated, made an inaudible voice.

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"Hey...Critical attack!" Lu Mingfei on the side licked his teeth and looked at Ling who had raised his head from the burial with pity - fortunately, Su Xiaoqing was just coordinated and beautiful, not big, otherwise Ling would not have survived. So easy to break free from burial.

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In Su Xiaoqing's warm embrace, Ling quietly looked at Lu Mingfei - she heard it.

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Su Xiaoqian let go of Zero, and the claws couldn't wait to press on Zero's cute face: "Zero! We're back, how is it? Are you used to living alone? Has Xiaotian taken care of you?"

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"Wow!" Xiaotian called out twice.

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"Why do I think this picture is so like a couple returning from a vacation and their mother asks her daughter, who has stayed at home for several days, if the nanny has taken good care of her?" Lu Mingfei, who was behind Su Xiaoqing, complained, which attracted Su Xiaoqing's anger.

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"Well, Xiaotian... take good care of me... very well." Zero never imagined that one day he would speak in such a hesitant and weird tone.

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But it's really hard for her to keep a normal heart when she says these words - in the past ten days, she has seen with her own eyes howling, mopping the floor, opening and closing windows, ordering takeout through text messages, picking up trash, taking out the trash and even washing dishes, Moreover, he would go out regularly every day to sneak out on his own, and when he came back, he would bring a large pocket of snacks, and even knock on her door and take the initiative to distribute the snacks to her.

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Zero once suspected that she was dreaming, but generally speaking, she woke up by twisting something like a dream against her thigh. As a result, after she twisted her thigh, Xiaotian brought her a medicine box, which was even very sticky. Heartily opened the box, took out a bottle of external medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis and handed it to her - and then pointed to a bag of cotton swabs in the corner of the medicine box as a reminder.

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"As long as you take good care of it, Xiaotian's ability to do housework is beyond doubt," Su Xiaoqian noticed the apron on Ling's body, "Huh? What are you wearing an apron for? Are you cooking?"

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"Well," Zero nodded, "you and your tutor said yesterday that you would be back today at noon. I know that Chinese people will cook a table of meals to welcome their families home, so I prepared them as well, but I don't know how to cook Chinese food, so I can cook everything. It's Russian food."

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"Huh? You cook by yourself?" Lu Mingfei looked down at Xiaotian, "Xiaotian, why don't you go and help out?"

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Xiaotian: "Wang?"

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zero:?

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……

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On the table.

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As Zero said, all she cooks are very Russian-style dishes, large pieces of grilled meat, sliced ​​Russian-style bread, rich and rich soup, and pickled cucumbers I don't know where...

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It's hard to imagine that a delicate zero like a porcelain doll can make these rough dishes, but the taste is surprisingly good. Although it doesn't reach the level of delicacy in the world, it is definitely delicious.

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Considering Zero's royal status, it's surprising that she can cook such a dish - even a rich second-generation like Su Xiaoqian didn't bother to cook in person before she met Lu Mingfei, and only after establishing a relationship with Lu Mingfei did she find it. My mother has practiced fairly good Portuguese cooking.

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Of course, Lu Mingfei didn't dare to say this, at least he didn't dare to say it.

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Xiaotian had just eaten snacks and didn't have an appetite to eat, so he went out to sneak away, and he should have brought a bag of snacks when he came back.

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Su Xiaoqian and Lu Mingfei were sitting together, and Ling sat opposite. Su Xiaoqian cut a piece of barbecue meat from time to time and put it on Ling's dinner plate. Lu Mingfei poured red wine on Su Xiaoqian like a dog's leg, like a family of three enjoying themselves.

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Until Lu Mingfei's phone rang.

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"Hello? Principal? What's the hiss?" Lu Mingfei chewed on a piece of fascia and made a vague sound.

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"Mingfei, should you go back to school now?"

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"Yes, what's wrong?"

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"Come to the principal's office, I have something to look for you."

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"What's the matter, Principal?"

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"The school will carry out the Bronze Operation in advance~www.readwn.com~ that is to clear the dragons in the Bronze City and explore again. Considering that you have given technical guidance to the accompanying team before, this time..."

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"Principal, what did you just say?"

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"Ah? I said that the school will have a bronze tour in advance..."

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"last sentence."

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"Should you go back to school now?"

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"no."

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Lu Mingfei hung up the phone.

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ps: I made a mistake when copying and pasting the last paragraph from the codeword software to the update page, it has been changed back to orz

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