Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the New Three Kingdoms

Chapter 186 I'm Proud of You

Lu Mingfei looked at the Nibelungen sky.

The storm of the night had been subsided by this blow.

A gap was burned into the clouds, and a dark red light remained at the edge of the gap, like the edge of a scorched paper.

The rain stopped in mid-air, and scattered water droplets fell from above, landing on the scorching bridge surface with a soft sizzling sound.

Steam rose and quickly dissipated, filling the air with a scorching smell, mixed with a rusty, metallic odor and the smell of tar baked by the high temperature. If you smelled it for a while, your throat would feel dry.

—So strong?

To repel a storm with an explosion and flames, it would have to be at least as powerful as a nuclear bomb.

How did Hentian manage to do this to Chu Zihang?

The absurd thought that had just popped into Lu Mingfei's mind was immediately suppressed by himself.

Because he suddenly remembered that this was Nibelungen, and Nibelungen was never reasonable.

The world of reason was swallowed up long ago by rain and fog; what remains are only the stage and scenery that were set up long ago.

He got over it quickly.

In these situations, all you need to do is smile.

Look down.

The bright moon was right beneath him.

Its silvery-white body still gleamed with the cold light of the rain, and its mane was slightly damp from the steam.

Its breathing was deep and heavy, like the panting of someone who has just run a long distance.

But its eyes were not tired at all; on the contrary, they shone even brighter because it had spotted a trophy.

Sleipnir's mangled body lay not far away.

Its eight legs were a jumbled mess, like a dismantled wooden frame. The blood from its severed neck had been treated by rain and fire, turning into a thick, dark color.

There were drag marks on the bridge surface, as if someone had wiped the scorched ground with a wet cloth.

The bright moon raised its front hooves.

He kicked the mangled body away.

The movements were clean, with a hint of disdain, like kicking away an empty can that was in the way on the roadside.

Then its silvery-white skin changed.

Silvery lines extended from the sides of the legs, chest, abdomen, and under the neck, spreading out close to the ground.

The roots spread out like blood vessels or tree roots, penetrating the stagnant water, passing through the charred cracks, and inserting themselves into the severed head.

The moment it was inserted, the fishy smell in the air became even stronger.

There's also a very faint smell of ashes, mixed with rain and steam; inhaling it makes you instinctively want to frown.

The bright moon did not stop shining.

The silvery-white root system, resembling blood vessels, pulsates as if it were alive.

Until Sleipnir's body was reduced to skin and bones.

Even so, the absorption did not stop; it would continue to extract the marrow from the bones.

The silvery-white roots tightened slightly, and a very soft rubbing sound came from the ground. Then something was pulled out of the leather case.

It made a wet, sticky sound when it was pulled out, like peeling a whole skeleton out of the flesh.

Spine, shoulder blades, and ribs.

And those exaggerated eight sets of leg bones, pulled out one by one.

When it was pulled out, it still had dark liquid hanging from it. The liquid dripped onto the bridge surface, evaporated as soon as it dripped down, and emitted a strange, extremely fishy smell.

Finally, Sleipnir was reduced to nothing but an empty suit, lying limply on the ground, completely losing the dignity he had in the myth.

Jiaoyue absorbed the horse bone into her body and then spat it out.

The skeleton fell to the ground with a series of crisp clanging sounds, and in the next instant it turned into a pile of ashes... truly a case of sucking the marrow from the bones.

Lu Mingfei expressed his satisfaction with this.

Okay, okay, okay.

His Ferghana Flame Red Hare Lu Sa Lu Zhao Ye Jue Ying Jiao Yue Ji has now absorbed Odin's Sleipnir, like the moon adding to the sky.

Even he received a new weapon.

Odin's spear! ...Where is the spear?!

Lu Mingfei frowned as he watched the gun in his hand turn into specks of light and dissipate, and as he was caught off guard, he tripped and fell on his backside.

Chu Zihang.

What's going on? Why can't he keep the equipment he looted?

Damn it!

Lu Mingfei was indignant about this, and this is the result.

Chu Zihang learned the Hate Heaven Sword Technique, and Jiaoyue absorbed Odin's warhorse, but he got nothing.

No!

As if sensing his thoughts, the Hate Heaven Sword resonated slightly in Lu Mingfei's hand.

It's that kind of feeling where "I get upset when you see other weapons."

You can't even be bothered to hide it; it's pure jealousy. Are you arrogant or just envious?

Lu Mingfei's lips twitched.

He raised his hand and patted the scabbard, as if coaxing a cat; the action was perfunctory, but his intention was sincere.

After all, you can't not coax him at a time like this. If Hentian were to suddenly declare that he would never see him again, you and that tree branch and spear could go for it!

That would be really awkward.

"Okay, okay, okay."

He lowered his voice, as if afraid that Chu Zihang would hear him talking to the sword.

"You're awesome."

"You are the best in the world."

"Alright, alright?"

The resonance of the Heaven-Hating Sword slowed down a little.

This indicates that his reassurance was barely satisfactory, or rather, only marginally acceptable.

Only then did he have the chance to see Chu Zihang, who was silent at the moment.

The other person was sitting quietly on the ground at that moment.

It was as quiet as a statue washed by rain.

The knife was still in my hand, its blade pressed against the asphalt road that smelled of burning.

For some reason, water droplets still slid down the blade, forming a thin line.

Could this be the essence of the alchemy in this gold-plated knife?

A little subtle.

But none of these things are as subtle as Chu Zihang's state at this moment.

He just stood there motionless, his eyes unfocused, his gaze unorthodox, as if he had crossed the bridge, passed through everything, and landed in some distant rainy night.

Lu Mingfei dismounted, retrieved the Moon Blade, and frowned as he looked at Chu Zihang, who seemed to have crashed at this moment.

There's something very wrong with the other person.

temperature.

It's so hot, it's practically exceeding the limits of human body temperature.

The heat emanated from the collar and cuffs, and Lu Mingfei could even see the heat waves distorting the air with his sharp eyes.

It felt as if a burning coal was buried inside the other person's chest cavity, but what was the fuel?

Lu Mingfei reached out and patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder, looking into the other's eyes.

His heart sank.

The Heaven-Hating Sword Technique was still in operation.

Chu Zihang's consciousness had been dragged away by that hatred, leaving only his body continuing to burn and accelerate as he plummeted into the abyss.

If this continues, something terrible might happen.

Lu Mingfei sighed.

The sigh was very soft, as if exhaling the whole world from the lungs.

Chu Zihang is indeed a good person; his revenge is limited to Odin.

Even after killing Odin, though still filled with hatred, he simply sat there.

He did not overcome the spiral of hatred, but his will triumphed over his body, preventing aimless hatred from taking over.

Lu Mingfei reached out and patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder.

"You did a great job."

Then he suddenly remembered how the other person called him father... and added another sentence.

I'm proud of you.

He raised his hand.

The palm landed.

Snapped.

A crisp sound.

It knocked on the back of Chu Zihang's head.

The force was precise, so precise that Chu Zihang's body only swayed slightly before going limp, his shoulders slumped, his head tilted slightly, but his breathing calmed down, and he eventually fell into a deep sleep.

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