Douluo: I am the outer demon

Chapter 310 Xia Mi's Confidence

"I'm leaving first. Let's contact each other again when we have the chance." Chen Wenwen waved her hand. Not wanting to argue any more, she walked around Lu Mingfei and continued walking forward.

Only a lonely and desolate figure was left there.

……

"There is one more sad person in this city~~" Shang An hummed some meaningless lyrics and closed the "Script" in his hand.

"It seems that Lu Mingfei will go to Kassel after all."

Seeing Professor Guderian coming to Lu Mingfei's house again to invite him and the little devil who was pestering Lu Mingfei, Shang An nodded slightly with some boredom.

It seems that unless I really intervene on a large scale, Lu Mingfei will go to Kassel no matter what, and even if he doesn't want to go, others will force him to go.

"This time, I'll let you be a supporting role. Don't be so unlucky again."

A gust of wind blew by, and the small white book with the word "script" written on it was blown open. The first page was filled with the names of the main and supporting characters.

Among them, Su Xiaoqiang’s name was circled in red, and he was obviously the protagonist.

"The general plot has been chosen, and now it's up to you to perform it to your heart's content."

"Mr. Lamp God, what is interpretation? Is it acting?"

A girl in white pajamas came down from upstairs with sleepy eyes and a pair of white slippers on her feet. Her skin was as white as snow, revealing a pair of crystal clear and delicate feet.

"Yes, let's put on a big show." Shang An nodded and turned around, looking at the girl gently, "Eri, what's wrong?"

"I want to sleep." Eri opened her arms and said to someone.

Shang An looked at the sky. The sun had not yet set. At this time, most people might have just finished dinner. It didn't seem like it was time to go to bed.

"Ok."

Looking at Eri's pitiful appearance, Shang An could only nod lovingly.

He stood up, picked up the tiny Eri, and walked towards the bedroom.

Eiry buried her head in Shang An's shoulder, and a hint of cunning flashed in her pure big eyes.

In this way, I can get close to Mr. Lamp God again.

……

Lu Mingfei finally boarded a plane to the United States and set foot on the train station bound for Kassel.

Waiting for the CC1000 train on the ticket.

However, according to the conductor, this train does not seem to exist.

"What? You don't want to stay in China to study." Su Xiaoqiang joked in the waiting room. They were admitted in the same batch.

“No.” Lu Mingfei scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

He still remembered that he had vowed to Su Xiaoqiang that he would stay in China for Chen Wenwen, but in the blink of an eye he embarked on the journey abroad. It was really...

Su Xiaoqiang looked at Lu Mingfei with some contempt. She had no doubt that as long as Chen Wenwen called, Lu Mingfei would run back to China happily.

Why does this person have to be a bootlicker?

As she thought about it, she couldn't help but think of Shang An again. She didn't know how he was doing now, whether the girl named Huili could take good care of him, and whether he would feel uncomfortable without her help to push his butt.

At this moment, a voice interrupted Su Xiaoqiang's thoughts.

"Xiao Qiang, what do you think Kassel College will be like?" Xia Mi, who was wearing a purple sweatshirt next to her, asked curiously.

She was really curious about this western Nanxiang, a school that had been focusing on slaying dragons for a hundred years.

"Don't ask me, I don't know either." Su Xiaoqiang spread his hands.

Her father even used his connections to ask partners in the United States, but he still had only a vague idea about the news about Kassel College. It was like a college shrouded in fog. You could never see its true face until you came into contact with it in person.

Not far behind them, a man wearing a dirty floral shirt and a beard, who looked like a homeless man, had walked over at some point. After hearing the conversation between them, his eyes lit up.

"Are you here to enroll as well?" he asked.

Su Xiaoqiang turned her head and was greeted by a sour and foul smell. She couldn't help but pull Xia Mi back a few steps.

After achieving the innate Taoist body, her body became spotless and impure. At the same time, her increasingly powerful senses also made her five senses more sensitive. This had both advantages and disadvantages.

At least now she can't stand the body odor of ordinary people. Even her father can't get within one meter of her, which makes her give people the impression that she is difficult to approach. This is when facing ordinary people, let alone sloppy ones.

Even though the body odor of the "homeless man" in front of him was not too strong for most people, Su Xiaoqiang really couldn't stand it.

Fortunately, Sister Xia Mi's body smells delicious.

Holding the soft little hand, Su Xiaoqiang looked back at Xia Mi and smiled sincerely.

After all, they are comrades who have been through artillery fire together, so they are different.

"Hey, it's not necessary. I'm a good person." The 'homeless man' felt aggrieved when he saw this and couldn't help but take another step forward.

"Stop!" Su Xiaoqiang shouted quickly, saying coldly, "If you come any closer, I'll break all three of your legs."

The smell of food residue mixed with sweat on this 'homeless man' made her feel uncomfortable even from three meters away.

The tramp trembled with fear when he heard this and stopped walking awkwardly.

"Hehe, is it necessary to react so strongly?" Touching his angular face, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Could it be that I haven't taken a shower for a few days so the damn dust covered this handsome face?

Then he added with some resentment: "I am Finkel von Frings. I am your senior, not a homeless person."

Seeing Su Xiaoqiang's obviously disbelieving look, he took out a textbook from the bag behind him, a textbook that mixed Latin and English.

"So what's the matter with this senior?"

Seeing this, Su Xiaoqiang believed it a little more and suppressed the disgust in his eyes, but his body was still three meters away.

Finkel was a little embarrassed. How could he respond to the question? However, he was a thick-skinned guy after all. He said with a flattering face, "Two junior sisters and this junior brother, I haven't eaten for a few days. Can you buy me a Coke? It would be better if I could have a hamburger."

When he heard that he was going to treat everyone, Lu Mingfei subconsciously held his wallet tightly.

He now had only twenty dollars left on him. His aunt had originally given him five hundred dollars for living expenses. However, when he passed through Chicago customs, the fat policeman seized the dozen pirated CDs he brought with him. He also had to pay a fine that made him shudder. It was an unforgettable experience.

Hearing this, Finkel could only look at Su Xiaoqiang and Xia Mi eagerly.

Unable to stand the disgusting look of this greasy senior, Su Xiaoqiang finally treated him to a hamburger and Coke, and Lu Mingfei also had some.

As a top wealthy woman, especially with her family business growing bigger and bigger and her father's investments being blessed, she really has no shortage of money.

If we really talk about wealth, even the country's apparent richest man may not be richer than Su's father.

"Thank you, boss. The boss is very generous."

Finger was chewing on a hamburger, smiling like a chrysanthemum. Su Xiaoqiang looked at Finger, whose eating manners were comparable to Zhu Bajie's, and could not help but step back a little.

Finkel didn't mind. Attitude was not important. As long as someone was willing to treat him, he was a good person.

Several people sat in the waiting room waiting for the train. Perhaps because of their similar personalities, Lu Mingfei and Finkel gradually became familiar with each other. During the conversation, they also revealed some things about Kassel College.

Su Xiaoqiang sat cross-legged out of boredom and began to silently recite prayers, and her soul directly met her beloved brother Shang in the underworld.

Seeing this, Xia Mi simply joined in. She also knew this way of praying.

Looking at Su Xiaoqiang and Xia Mi who were acting a little weird, Finkel was a little surprised. For some reason, their actions reminded him of those sacrificial scenes. He couldn't help but nudge Lu Mingfei with his elbow.

"Junior, do these two junior sisters still believe in religion?"

“I don’t know.” Lu Mingfei shook his head and said, “But Su Xiaoqiang does give me a very different feeling. How should I put it? He’s like… those supernatural beings or monks hiding in the city in novels.”

As he spoke, a look of longing appeared on his face.

After all, who doesn’t have a dream of becoming an immortal or extraordinary person in the city?

"Don't lose heart, maybe you can become a 'superpower' too." Finkel patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder, hinting at something.

Lu Mingfei didn't know why.

The clock slowly slid to two in the morning.

The waiting hall was already empty, with only four passengers left.

The ringing of bells and the whistle of a train woke several people up.

"The car is here, take your luggage and get on the car quickly." Finkel reminded.

Xia Mi and Su Xiaoqiang also opened their eyes, but there was a blush on their cheeks and they looked a little unsatisfied.

"CC1000 Express, passengers are ready to board, passengers are ready to board."

The conductor in classical uniform suddenly appeared at the ticket gate, but the two guards standing there seemed not to hear the sound and were still sleeping soundly.

This scene seems a bit weird no matter how you look at it, like a scene from a death train station.

However, these people are not ordinary people. Su Xiaoqiang looks very excited, Xia Mi's face is still cold, Finkel seems to be ready to move, and although Lu Mingfei is a little confused, he doesn't care too much about this weird scene.

Several people got into the car.

The train carriage was much better than expected, with an elegant European style, Victorian-style wall decorations, a long oak table and a dark green leather sofa embroidered with gold patterns. It looked quite luxurious. Several people changed into Cassel's school uniforms, and Lu Mingfei felt that this school uniform was more difficult to control than a suit.

Wearing this school uniform, I always feel like I have transformed from a commoner into an aristocrat.

Professor Guderian looked at the three students in front of him with satisfaction, and there was obviously no room for Finkel in his eyes.

Despite Finkel's protests, he was sent to another carriage.

After a brief chat to relax the atmosphere, he began to introduce the school to several people.

Including Cassell's outrageous expertise.

However, except for Lu Mingfei who was completely unaware, Su Xiaoqiang and Xia Mi behaved relatively calmly, which made Guderian wonder whether they had already opened their own bloodline and had a certain understanding of it.

However, Lu Mingfei let out an exclamation at the right time, which made him feel that he was indeed explaining something to the freshmen.

"Our ultimate goal is..." He paused, cleared his throat, looked at the few people with a serious look, and spoke word by word.
"Slay the dragon!"

"Dragon slaying?" Su Xiaoqiang and Xia Mi also showed surprise, but only Lu Mingfei was real, and they were both actors.

There was even some teasing in Xia Mi's eyes.

A Dragon King is lurking right under your noses.

But soon she became a little solemn. A subtle fluctuation flashed across Lu Mingfei's body, but it was enough for her to sense it.

In fact, if she had not greatly improved her cultivation of the Way of Blood and the Way of Yin and Yang, she would definitely not have been able to detect this fluctuation.

This unlucky-looking boy is actually not a simple person.

That aura just now, was it the Black King?

She thought about it, her heart tightening.

Then he thought of something and relaxed.

Now, she, Xia Mi, the king of earth and mountains, the great Majesty Jörmungandr, has become the favored one of the supreme Lord Shang'an.

It doesn’t matter whether he is a black king or not, I am not afraid of him at all.

Now that Xia Mi has found a powerful boss, she no longer takes her former boss seriously.

Su Xiaoqiang didn't feel anything. Her strength was still a little worse than Xia Mi's.

Perhaps in order to make the few people believe in the existence of dragons, another professor from Japan, Masashi Toyama, took out a cylindrical glass bottle filled with formaldehyde. Inside was a cub with a pair of membranous wings that looked quite fantastic. It was very similar to the dragon in mythology, but of course it actually looked more like a lizard.

“This can’t be made of rubber.” Lu Mingfei still couldn’t quite accept the collapse of the values ​​he had cultivated over the past decade.

Xia Mi looked at the little dragon with great interest.

Unlike some races, the factions within the dragon clan are very serious and they even have the desire to devour each other. Moreover, this little red dragon is not from her earth and mountain family, so she did not feel that her race was insulted.

Suddenly, the little red dragon that was originally sleeping in the glass bottle suddenly opened its eyes.

A faint dragon aura spread out, and the majestic vertical pupils stared outside the glass bottle, revealing a bit of fear.

This little red dragon, which was used as a specimen, sensed the call from its bloodline.

Wake up at this moment!

Masashi Toyama and Professor Guderian were shocked.

Fortunately, this little red dragon was still in its infancy and had been sleeping for hundreds of years. It had little attack power and ultimately failed to break the special glass bottle. Exhausted, it closed its eyes reluctantly.

"Sigh~"

Professor Guderian looked at the three people in front of him and took a breath.

"Could it be a bloodline call?" he guessed.

He repeatedly glanced at the three people in front of him. The bloodlines of these three people were all A or above, so the bloodline summoning was reasonable.

After all, although hybrids are not pure-blooded dragons, it does not mean that their bloodline is bad.

The S-level bloodline assessed by the secret party is comparable to the next generation bloodline, and every S-level that grows up is a legendary page in the history of dragon slaying.

(End of this chapter)