svetikya Chapter 44 I'm hitting this thing?
Chapter 44 I'm hitting this thing?
"How come there are still ordinary people here!"
Nuwa's voice came through the headset, and in the center of the camera's view, Bai Shanglu slumped in his seat, his face as pale as paper.
"Damn it," she paused, "it looks like the unlucky guy is going to be fed to the dragon along with the two of you."
"Boss Zhou?"
Bai Shanglu's expression was excited; seeing Zhou Minhao was like seeing a savior, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "What on earth is going on?"
If Zhao Xuzhen's previous actions could be understood as magical techniques like top-level hypnosis, then the appearance of the boy had completely overturned his worldview.
The Flash?!
From the moment the boy appeared to the moment he took down the bodyguard and secretary and reappeared beside Zhao Xuzhen, the entire process was so short that it was only enough for him to blink once.
No, perhaps even shorter.
He hadn't even realized why Zhao Xuzhen's right hand was empty. He felt something sticky on the soles of his feet, and when he looked down—
A severed arm lay at his feet, blood seeping into the sole of his shoe.
He was so frightened he almost lost his soul.
Looking at that thing on the lake, and recalling the conversation between the group of people just now.
Bloodline, dragon blood, when will it be zero.............
He knew what it was; it was a dragon.
The power of the people in front of them must have come from the dragon.
A bitter smile appeared on his face; now he understood.
So this is the secret Jiang Wanzhi was hiding from him. Jiang's mother also believes this is the reason her daughter has problems, and his wife probably has this same thing flowing through her body.
He was suddenly glad that Jiang Wanzhi had entrusted him with the crab farm business; otherwise, it was probably Jiang Wanzhi who would have come.
Jiang Wanzhi never consummated her marriage with him. On their wedding night, she showed him the story "Princess Yunluo" from "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio," and he understood it.
He then went to sleep in the guest room downstairs, and they slept in separate rooms for three years.
Only once, on the night of her mother's funeral, she crawled into his bed, hugged him, and cried for a long, long time. Then she stopped, and he froze, unsure whether to touch her. But she spoke first:
"If you've felt my feelings for you during these days, they were real, don't forget them."
In the darkness, he couldn't see those eyes, but he could feel them looking at him, staring into his eyes.
Many times he would wake up alone at night, and even though he was sleeping in the guest room, he always felt that Jiang Wanzhi was still lying beside him, whispering in his ear, looking at him with her eyes...
Only now did he understand why she acted that way—she already knew who she was and knew that someone was watching her.
Like a flower that has been reserved and will bloom sooner or later.
The shouts woke him up.
Lu Mingfei suddenly shouted, "Watch out! Crouch down, don't look at him, and cover your ears!"
Immediately, Zhou Minhao pressed Bai Shanglu down with one hand.
The next moment, a deafening dragon roar erupted from the lake.
The roar carried not only anger, but also a kind of ancient rhythm, like chanting an ancient epic, with each syllable stirring up an invisible spiritual tsunami.
The psychological attacks swept outwards like waves.
Lu Mingfei snorted coldly, his magical power surging from his acupoints to withstand the mental impact.
Zhou Minhao finally opened the box and took out a broadsword with a ring pommel from the black box, leaving Lu Mingfei stunned.
"Wow, this thing must be an antique, right?" Lu Mingfei glanced at the broadsword. The hilt had ancient patterns, while the scabbard was brand new and pure black, making the two stand out in stark contrast.
"This weapon...did you steal it from a museum?"
The ancient broadsword was sheathed in a brand-new black scabbard, the sound of it hitting the ship's deck almost imperceptible. Yet, a deep roar emanated from the scabbard, helping Zhou Minhao withstand the mental shock.
"The Dragon-Slaying Platform is a family heirloom of the Zhou family," he said breathlessly. "It was originally intended to be used to identify the family when negotiations were needed."
Lu Mingfei paused.
"Wait?" He slowly turned his head, looking at the pool of blood and flesh on the ground. "So, does that mean I killed him too early?"
If showing this thing could lead to negotiation, then now there's no room for negotiation at all.
After all... he was almost hard.
The temperature in the air was getting lower and lower, so cold it felt like it would freeze your bones.
The wind swept across the lake like a blade, carrying not only a fishy, damp mist but also a deeper chill.
"No."
Zhou Minhao shook his head, his voice trembling slightly.
"You did well. The people of the Solomon Temple will not surrender easily, especially since they brought a dragon lord with them."
Zhou Minhao analyzed, "This dragon lord should be a product of the secret technology possessed by the Solomon Temple. It is confirming the status of its driver. It is because Zhao Xuzhen died and the command was interrupted that it is 'on standby'."
Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes.
"so?"
"So it will look for—" Zhou Minhao's words caught in his throat.
The dragon's eyes turned.
Lu Mingfei knew what he was looking for.
It is about to wake up, or rather, its spirit is breaking free from some kind of constraint.
The confusion and turbidity in that enormous golden vertical pupil were rapidly fading, revealing the most primal and violent underlying color.
It is searching for a controller... or rather, a hybrid that can control its mind.
Zhao Xuzhen's words of power can control people's minds and impose dreams on them, just like he controlled the group of big bosses before. He can control the dragon's mind in the dream and thus achieve control.
Lu Mingfei guessed that the so-called Temple of Solomon had done something to tamper with the spirit of the dragon, making it easier for Zhao Xuzhen to cross the bloodline gap and directly control it.
Otherwise, no matter how strong Zhao Xuzhen's bloodline is, no matter how many medicines he has been injected with, it is useless. Even if he drinks the medicine directly from the pot, it is still not as good as the bloodline of a born dragon.
Because he was born human, he was destined never to reach the level of a dragon.
Thinking of this, he thought of Lao Tang again. His situation was very different from Zhao Xuzhen's. Lao Tang's aura was perfectly integrated and uniform, which was the opposite of Zhao Xuzhen's.
In other words, in terms of bloodline...
He'd rather Old Tang were a man-made product like Zhao Xuzhen.
Even if it's just maxed out with technology and high-end items, that's fine too.
At least the basic character can be called human, right?
"Roar....Roar!"
The confusion in his fiery golden eyes lessened, replaced by a surging, ferocious killing intent that swept across the entire pleasure boat, causing the deck to rock violently from side to side.
As the ship tilted, Bai Shanglu, who was hiding under the table, was violently thrown by the inertia and slid towards the ship's railing like a rag.
Zhou Minhao reacted quickly, reaching out to grab his collar and pulling him back to protect him.
Bai Shanglu was still in shock, his face deathly pale.
Lu Mingfei estimated the distance to his opponent, glanced at his own fist, then at the opponent's towering figure, which was at least ten meters tall. Without hesitation, he turned and shouted loudly at Zhou Minhao:
"Hey, don't you guys have any emergency measures? This kind of thing needs some modern technology, right?"
Fearing the wind and rain were too strong and the person on the other end might not have heard him clearly, he even gestured with his fist in the wind and rain, then pointed to the small hill opposite, his meaning becoming all too clear.
With his small frame, how could he possibly fight head-on with his fists?
What a joke.
It's like fighting in a boxing ring. You've fought your way to the final round, and from the description, you're told that your opponent is a seasoned fighting king. You think he's a boxing champion, and you're filled with determination to go up and fight.
When you get there, you find out that your opponent is an absurdly tall Ultraman who weighs 55000 tons.
It's true that they are experienced, but it doesn't make sense when the species have changed.