Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

So when he looked at the girl brushing her teeth, he felt a mix of emotions he couldn't quite explain, rising up like bubbles from the depths of his chest.

In an instant, fear overwhelmed them again.

A 20-centimeter-thick vault door. A steel-reinforced hospital ward. A passageway equipped with a ventilation system.

How much effort did the Snake-Headed Eight Families go through to imprison her here?

Yet she was able to effortlessly pierce through a door strong enough to withstand an explosion, pinning the fully dragon-transformed Deadpool to the metal wall with a single, nonchalant strike.

To a lonely monster like her, human life probably meant absolutely nothing. So she could brush her teeth and dry her hair amidst a floor full of dead bodies, just as an ordinary person would face a sink full of dirty dishes.

She is even more dangerous than Deadpool.

And now, the door is open.

Nothing can stop her now.

The girl finished brushing her left molars and moved on to the right. Her movements were practiced and steady, showing that she really listened to the dentist. Her brushing routine was meticulous.

Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered something.

He frantically rummaged through his trench coat pockets, his fingertips touching a soft, slightly sticky little thing. He pulled it out and carefully presented it to the girl.

A rubber duck the size of an egg, with a bright yellow body, a flat beak, and two crooked black dots for eyes.

He held the duck up as if it were a talisman.

"Hello, we've met before."

The girl's gaze fell on the rubber duck.

In an instant, the indifference in his eyes cracked like a thin layer of ice.

Something lively and soft peeked out from the gaps, like the first rays of spring sunlight shining on the snow. Her eyes were similar to those of an ordinary girl seeing cats and dogs on the street—a mix of surprise, curiosity, and restraint, as if asking, "May I touch them?"

Lu Mingfei almost breathed a sigh of relief.

But when she raised her eyes and looked at Lu Mingfei in person, the ice closed up again.

She examined Lu Mingfei slowly and meticulously from head to toe, like a scanner. From his messy black hair to his pale face from nervousness, to his hunched shoulders, to his unconsciously clenched legs, to his awkward posture of turning to the side with his arms crossed, like a shy girl.

Her gaze was so focused.

Lu Mingfei felt both frightened and embarrassed by her intense focus.

It wasn't like looking at a person. It was like reading an instruction manual, like identifying a blurry old photograph, like scraping away his disguise inch by inch with her gaze, until she reached a truth known only to herself.

Like ancient executioners, they used small knives to slowly slit the bodies of condemned prisoners.

"It's over," Lu Mingfei thought in despair.

She recognized me as not being the duck.

Then, the girl suddenly stretched out her hand into a claw—

It was pressed down on Lu Mingfei's head!

The moment his fingernail touched his scalp, Lu Mingfei's hair stood on end, and only one thought remained in his mind:

My life is over!

It's unbelievable that the Japanese in Japan actually have a successor of the Nine Yin White Bone Claw!

The girl moved her claws with lightning speed.

She was completely unpredictable, without any set pattern or technique; she was just scratching randomly. She dug her five fingers into Lu Mingfei's hair, from left to right, from front to back, turning his black hair into a complete mess.

Then she leaned closer, so close that their noses almost touched, and stared intently at Lu Mingfei's face to make a careful examination.

Lu Mingfei even forgot to breathe.

a long time--

The girl's lips curled up slightly.

Though faint, though cold, though merely a fleeting glimmer across the snow, it appeared on her perpetually indifferent face with a breathtaking beauty, as if she had applied blush.

Lu Mingfei suddenly understood.

700 meters below the surface, his hair was disheveled, like a clump of seaweed swaying wildly in the water. The girl scratched his head like that so she could recognize him and make him look like he did in the sea.

Oh shit.

Is it wrong to have a generic face?

Could it be that my true form is just messy hair?!

He had just recovered from his shock when he became indignant. But his opponent was a humanoid dragon-level weapon of mass destruction; how could he dare show the slightest dissatisfaction?

"Miss Erii?" he asked cautiously, each word as if treading on thin ice.

The name was written on the rubber duck's belly with a waterproof, thick pen.

"Eriyi's Duck".

Chapter 681 Princess Erii of Lanruo Temple (Part 2)

Erii nodded.

She was still brushing her teeth.

“Lu, Sakura.” Lu Mingfei thought for a moment and felt there was no need to tell her his real name. “My name is Sakura Lu.”

Erii nodded again.

Then she reached out and took the rubber duck from Lu Mingfei's stiff fingers.

She looked down at the little yellow duck, seemingly considering where to put it. She had nothing on her except a large bath towel. No pockets, no bag, no space whatsoever to hold a rubber duck.

She thought for a moment, then gently placed it on her head.

The bright yellow duckling sits upright amidst a head of dark red long hair, like a comical crown.

Lu Mingfei suddenly realized an extremely serious problem.

She was wearing nothing but a large bath towel.

Underneath the bath towel is... is...

His face turned bright red, and he turned around abruptly as if he had been burned, almost slipping into a pool of blood.

Frillie stood quietly by the door.

From the moment Lu Mingfei lifted the rubber duck, to Erii ruffled his hair, to the little yellow duck being placed among his red hair, she didn't make a sound the entire time, simply watching quietly.

At that moment, her gaze fell on the duck on Erii's head and lingered for a few seconds.

Then she turned her head slightly to look at Lu Mingfei's burning profile.

She did not speak.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the end of the passage!

"boom!"

Lu Mingfei turned around in shock.

Outside the glass window of the airtight door, countless hands were imprinted.

Pale, swollen, with deformed knuckles. Some were covered with fine scales, and their nails were a deep bluish-black, like specimens that had been soaked in formalin for too long.

They thrashed, scratched, and banged against the 5-centimeter-thick, high-strength plexiglass window.

One white crack after another spread across the glass surface like a spider web.

Lu Mingfei's heart almost stopped beating.

I wonder how many Deadpools there are.

They gathered outside the airtight door, frenzied, hungry, and bloodthirsty. Drawn by the intense stench of blood emanating from the room, they converged from every corner of the building. This structure had somehow become a den of Deadpools, and these ancient beasts were devouring carcasses and scavenging for living creatures.

The airtight door is extremely sturdy, and the observation window is made of 5-centimeter-thick special organic glass; they cannot break through it in a short time.

But every second, the cracks are widening.

Every second, they are getting closer.

"We...we have to leave!" Lu Mingfei's voice trembled, his face as pale as paper. "Is there any other way out?"

Erii did not answer.

She took the toothbrush out of her mouth and held it between her lips. Toothpaste foam was still dripping down, but she didn't wipe it off.

She stretched out her right hand, her movement as casual as pulling a pen from a pen holder, and easily drew the long red knife embedded in the vault door.

The long sword that pierced through a 20-centimeter alloy door and killed the servant was as light as a feather in her hands.

Then she glanced at the group of Deadpools outside the door.

His gaze was cold, devoid of anger or murderous intent, as if he were looking at trash that no longer needed cleaning.

She casually tossed the knife away.

It was just a Japanese sword. The blade was long and slender, with an elegant curve and a blade pattern like flowing water. But the sound of it flying was like a supersonic fighter jet skimming low overhead.

The air was torn apart before the blade, forming a visible shockwave. Scattered copies of paper on the table were rolled up, a deep trench was carved into the pool of blood, and even several abandoned metal implements trembled and flew off the ground. Countless debris spun rapidly around the red longsword, like planetary rings, like the eye of a hurricane.

The entire passageway seemed to be swept away by a sudden storm.

The knife silently cut into the airtight door.

The 5-centimeter-thick special acrylic glass cracked neatly in the middle, just like tofu.

Then, the photocopied papers, carried by the shockwave, spun and danced, slicing across the Deadpools' bodies at extremely high speeds.

Their sharpness is no less than that of any blade.

Black blood splattered explosively at the end of the passage.

Lu Mingfei had witnessed this power once.

It was 700 meters below the sea, the same knife, the same girl, the same casual throw.

Words of Power: Judgment.

This is a miracle beyond human comprehension.