Dragon Clan: Little Dragon Man Changes Job to Food Hunter

Chapter 76: Deadpool's Luck
Clang!
"Come on, Xiaolu. If you run into a legal mammoth like this, you'll be trampled to death!"

Clang!
"Swing that sword of yours as hard as you can, or there's no point in sparring!"

Clang!
"If you can't block my next move, I will go to your student union's computer that's not connected to the Internet and look for your photos today!"

This last sentence successfully made Lu Mingfei squeeze out the remaining strength in his body, and even the dragon bone state that strengthened himself could not help but let out a whine.

"Brother Zao, how do you know that there is an old computer in the student union that is not connected to the Internet?"

"Boss, you're hurting me!"

Although he was wailing, Lu Mingfei swung the heavy Mistink with a whistling sound and chopped it hard, hitting the slightly "thin" stick in Lu Zao's hand.

Clang!
Two fierce weapons from the same school collided, and Lu Mingfei, who had exhausted all his strength, flew out of the battlefield, and with a bang, a big hole was created in the academy with a very high vegetation coverage rate.

Mistin was also thrown away and almost rushed into the training area of ​​Caesar and Chu Zihang, which made it difficult for the golden-haired man not to suspect that Lu Mingfei was holding back some strength to cause trouble.

Lu Zao carried the metal stick and said, "Well, not bad, I improved by two and a half points compared to last time."

The last time this happened was yesterday.

"I feel like I can make a will now. I remember that I still have a few dozen dollars in my meal card at Shilan Middle School. I decided to donate that money to my junior classmates and buy them a few bottles of water."

Lu Mingfei got up while talking nonsense, lifted Mistin up and started another round of training.

With Forged Mistin as an experience pack, Zao Ge will gain more experience when he hits himself with a stick.

It is heavier, but its appearance is not so huge as to look like a totem pole built by a small giant civilization. It can only be said that he is worthy of being the top forging master in the world of food.

"By the way, Brother Zao, why did you make yourself a stick?"

Lu Mingfei practiced swinging the sword according to the memory of his previous life, and was somewhat curious about why Lu Zao chose this weapon.

"Because it's easy. After all, when Sanhu and I hunt dangerous prey, we just need to use a stick to hit their heads with a powerful blow."

Lu Zao said: "And the stick has an advantage, that is, it can be used to test the anesthesia points of some powerful beasts."

"The direct touch method can better test the anesthesia point. You can think of it as some kind of primitive detection device."

"Sanhu and I are not anesthesia masters like Erlang. Basically, we don't have the special ability to detect and successfully anesthetize the patient right away."

Lu Mingfei understood: "So this is more like a tool than a weapon?"

Lu Zao nodded: "It can be considered a tool for food hunters. After all, there are always undiscovered ingredients in the world."

Norma's voice rang out: "Ding——, S-level student Lu Zao, you have a text message from the vice-principal."

"Since you didn't answer the phone, the vice principal gave me permission to turn up the volume and send a notification."

Lu Zao picked up his phone and looked at it, a satisfied expression on his face.

"The vice-principal is awake and has a job for us."

"Theoretically this is someone getting a practical lesson in warfare, and the target is Deadpool."

Caesar and Chu Zihang, who had just finished their training, seemed to be lost in thought after hearing this, and felt that they barely understood the vice-principal's approach.

Caesar said, "So this is just a pretext to send us Deadpool, right? But why didn't the academy process it and send it to us?"

Chu Zihang said: "If this is a war practice class, there will be too many people and too many ears. Deadpool's flow will probably be on the public account, so this is the only way to do it."

"Or maybe the Deadpool given to us in this way would be very important. Is that the logic, Old Lu?"

Lu Zao nodded: "Yes, the target is an A-level Deadpool, who seems to have escaped from the hands of a local hybrid. His words are sword control, and he also has an alchemical weapon of fairly good quality."

"Caesar, what will you do after we get out?"

Caesar snapped his fingers and said, "Don't worry. I will ensure speed and efficiency while also ensuring comfortable treatment. Leave it to me." "And brothers, we have another question. Will Deadpool, who has been completely controlled by the dragon blood, use alchemical weapons? This seems to be a little information revealed to us by the vice-principal."

"I don't know what our theoretical allies are doing, but I think we can be careful."

Lu Zao took a look at the dragon blood grass that was growing well.

"The bloodline level of the last Deadpool was a bit low. I hope this time the Deadpool can make this land grow different ingredients."

All in all, dragon's blood grass is more like a medicinal herb than an ingredient. Eating it does not make your cells feel happy, let alone satisfied.

Outside a certain community town, a human holding an alchemical weapon upside down limped to a remote location and threw the anesthetic in his other hand to the ground.

The human, or Deadpool, licked his right hand which had turned into a dragon, and spat out the blood in his mouth.

It didn't have the mellow scent of blood, but instead had a foul smell of anesthetic. After just one lick, I felt my clairvoyance becoming more severe.

"The drug guy doesn't work, so we can only go find a homeless guy."

Compared to the drug guy, the tramp is the best choice on the current menu.

Deadpool was a little distressed. Not to mention whether there were homeless people in such remote communities, the ever-changing policies alone were enough to give him a hard time.

Homeless people these days are like gypsies. You never know if they will be living in a park, under a bridge, or even in some abandoned old house or haunted house.

It all depends on what area the authorities are targeting during this period. Homeless people who are not sensitive to this may be arrested.

If he took the risk of returning to the bustling urban area, he would have to face those members of his family who were hunting him down.

There is also a team of specialists from the academy’s executive department.

Deadpool looked towards the brightly lit old houses.

He had already chosen the right spot. An elderly couple lived in the house next to him, and there happened to be a fairly fashionable car parked at the door today.

There are old and young ones. After doing this job, I will find a way to escape. I heard that the mixed-blood forces in the northern big country are very chaotic.
The slight vibration of the ground caused Deadpool to suddenly lie prone on the ground and hide, his weapon clenched in his hand.

It's not a helicopter, and the sound doesn't sound like the tactical convoy used during the hunting in Kassel. Instead, the sound and vibration feedback sound more like a transport truck?
truck!

Deadpool's eyes lit up, compared to the average people who lived in the same area, truck drivers were like a delicious meal delivered to their doorstep, and it came with a free means of transportation!
Deadpool waited patiently for the truck to approach, and the domain of the Word Spirit expanded silently.

Although he couldn't use his spiritual power to force the truck to stop, he could use his domain to detect and confirm the distance, so that he could find the right moment, just like a pirate boarding a ship.

He stabbed the driver's chest with one blow and drank all his blood. He then drove away and destroyed the body. Considering the average travel time of a truck driver, it was enough for him to escape.

It's now!

Deadpool, who still had some intelligence, let out an inhuman roar, and the gold in his pupils was brighter than the headlights of a truck!

But the truck driver who was nearby was not intimidated by the golden eyes. Instead, the golden-haired man who was driving with one hand in the driver's seat stepped on the accelerator and swung the steering wheel!
boom!
The moment he was hit, Deadpool felt like a pet guarding its food being slapped by its owner. His eyes became clear, and the vague vision like floaters disappeared.

Truck driver?

This is a half-breed that’s here to catch him!
Caesar exhaled a puff of smoke: "Found the target, Chu Zihang, unload the cargo."

Chu Zihang, sitting in the passenger seat, held up Murasame and tapped the scabbard lightly on the button.

The cargo door opened, and two muscular men carrying heavy weapons jumped out of the cargo compartment. Caesar, who was sitting in the driver's seat, could still see the cigarette ash falling on the steering wheel due to the vibration, so one could imagine how heavy the two men in the back seat were.

Chu Zihang picked up the communication equipment and said, "I'll leave it to you. Be careful not to break it into pieces. It will be difficult to transport."

The failed author failed in the promotion competition, and the time for his resurrection has passed but there is no rebirth beacon, so this book will be on the shelves on Friday. Thank you all for your support. Thank you everyone.

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