I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly - Chapter 315 confession letter

Chicago Civic Opera House, meeting room.

Leonardo, a young man negotiating on behalf of the family alliance, said the words "replace the dragons" in a very seductive tone. He lowered his head and looked down at Angers waiting for his answer. Wait for the other party to bow their heads and admit defeat.

Unsurprisingly, Angers looked up at him, sipping a cigar and raising a champagne glass filled with amber liquor in his hand.

Leonardo smiled as a victor. In his view, Angers' move undoubtedly showed that he was persuaded. What he raised was not a wine glass, but a white flag in this negotiating war.

However, he finally saw the real white flag, and only saw the white light flashing before his eyes.

There seemed to be an icy wind blowing in the white light—first, the face felt a little cold, and then the entire upper body was completely in contact with the cold air, the skin tightened due to the cold, and the cold hair stood up one by one.

The next moment, the white light in front of him faded, and the sound of the cloth splitting came from his ear. He lowered his head blankly, and the clothes on his upper body had turned into a few rags hanging on his body.

What those who stared at Angers saw was even more strange. Suddenly, Angers, who was sitting upright, disappeared. The champagne glass that he held up was still in the air. After hovering for a moment, the glass naturally fell. However, the wine glass only fell for a very short moment before it was caught by another hand.

A slender, white palm caught the wine glass, and the amber-colored wine stirred up under the action of inertia. Some of it flew upward from the mouth of the glass, and then fell back under the action of gravity, returning to the whole without a drop.

In the sound of the wine falling, Leonardo's upper body black suit and white shirt burst into hundreds of rags and scattered around, and his muscular body was all exposed, only the starched collar remained.

Angers stood behind Leonardo, spinning a folding knife about 20 centimeters long in his hand. The light of the blade danced under the lights. Occasionally, in rhythmic pauses, the unique pattern of Damascus steel on the knife appeared. , frantically beautiful.

In the dancing knife light, the young man's moustache fell sparsely, each of which was clearly illuminated by the knife light.

The young man's finely trimmed short beard fell, making him look more like a young man.

At the same time, he heard a small opening in his skin, so clear, and then the crack became longer and longer, running across the entire face, blood lines slowly emerged, and blood beads oozing out, and the blood-red lines were strung with blood-red beads.

"Actually, when I listened to you, I always wanted to fix your beard." Angers smiled, "But if you accidentally bleed, then there is no charge."

Henkel glanced at the position before Angers.

Now Lu Mingfei is sitting there. This young man leans against Angers' chair in a relaxed and comfortable posture, holding the goblet that should have fallen to the ground and shattered. Now Henkel feels certain The young man's spirit is that time is zero.

"Hey, Angers, don't be angry with the child." He looked at Angers again, and said calmly, as if Angers had just done something trivial like slapping the back of a naughty child. little things.

Angers took a puff of his cigar. "You have to be educated. You know I'm an educator."

He sprayed the cardamom and leather smoke of the cigar on Leonardo's face: "Young man, don't you know that you are a dwarf in the eyes of pure blood dragons? You have their bloodline incomplete, you Big talk and low self-esteem. New dragons? Stop kidding, your soul is not even enough to support your current bloodline."

"The legendary dwarf Alberich admired the magical gold at the bottom of the Rhine, but the three guardian goddesses mercilessly mocked his ugliness and extravagance, so he angrily stole the gold and cast a ring representing power , but also destined to lose happiness," Lu Mingfei shook the wine glass belonging to Angers, and the glass was flowing with golden liquid under the light, looking at the young man, "But this is just a myth, there is gold in the dragons, but The guardians of gold are not beautiful goddesses, they are covered in scales and sprayed with dragon breath that smells of gunpowder and sulphur, you are just an armadillo who has only strayed into the dragon's lair, intending to steal the gold from the bottom of the Rhine."

"How many shots of Rhine can you resist?" Lu Mingfei asked, squinting at the young man and shaking his glass.

Henkel sighed, he was an old man about the same age as Angers, he had experienced too much, and the accident could not scare him, but he could also see that the so-called "cooperation", or bribing Angers to call him a secret. The plans of those close to them in the party cannot go ahead, at least today.

"Looks like it's time for us to say goodbye," Angers put away his pocketknife and dropped the cigar's ashes on the black walnut table. "Your wine is good, but it's a little off."

"Before you push the door open, are you interested in listening to a piece of advice from me?" Henkel said, "Just take it as my apology for the young man's rudeness."

"What?" Angers asked.

"Be careful of the Solomon Temple Society," Hengao said, "We are indeed not as firm as you, and even less fanatical than you, in our attitude towards Dragon Slaying, but if we compare it with the Solomon Temple Society, we can be regarded as a firm Dragon Slayer. family."

"I remember that the Solomon Temple Church just changed a big head not long ago? Do you have any inside information?" Angers asked.

"The new chief is a very mysterious person, and the information we can get is very limited," Henkel shook his head: "Sometimes, no news means good news, but sometimes it's the other way around. "

Gu dry

Ang Hot nodded, no longer continuing the topic, but looked at Leonardo, who was still bleeding from his face.

"Although you're still an immature child, I agree with your comments about Frost. He just likes to jump around and fight sheep, and he's good at rhetoric." He patted the young Ying's tense face. , push the door out.

Lu Mingfei walked up to Leonardo with a glass of wine, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted: "Don't worry too much, the older you get, the deeper certain obsessions will be, and the older people will always be on certain things. It will explode at one point, not to mention that the principal is still a recognized old rogue."

"Thank...Thank you." Leonardo was shocked that this young man who had been rude and aggressive before came back to comfort him now. This strong contrast made him inexplicably flattered and moved.

"You're welcome," Lu Mingfei said arrogantly, "You see your face is bleeding, come, let me wash it for you."

After saying that, Lu Mingfei raised the palm of his hand holding the wine glass, poured a drop of the wine in the glass on Leonardo's face, threw the wine glass and turned to leave.

The wine glass shattered on the ground, and the glass debris splashed all over the place, and Leonardo's face was as if his parents had just died.

…

A few days later, in Susie and Nuonuo's dormitory.

Zhuya was lying on Nuonuo's desk, and the nib of the pen left black ink marks on a common piece of pure white letter paper.

"At eight o'clock tomorrow night, see you by the fountain pool next to the grove in the southwest of the library... Can you call this a love letter?" Nuonuo on the side looked at the words Zhuya wrote on the paper, and couldn't help but complain.

"However you look at it, it looks more like an appointment, right?" Susie on the side also hesitated.

"I said it's not a love letter, I just want to ask him out and make it clear," Zhuya blushed. "Besides, if I really wrote a love letter, I could let the two of you watch?"

"I won't say anything about your tone and wording," Nuonuo sighed, "I said, eldest sister, can you write more gracefully? How can you be more masculine than a man? You look like a girl. -Especially the words that the girl who wrote the confession letter can write? If I hadn't seen you write it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was a duel invitation from Chu Zihang to Caesar."

Even Su Qian nodded along with Nuonuo. Although Zhuya's words were nothing like Chu Zihang's in her opinion, the iron-painted silver hook, with sharp edges and corners, was indeed quite similar to the tough and serious style. , If you tell someone who knows Chu Zihang but has never seen Chu Zihang's words that this is Chu Zihang's words, there is a 90% chance that that person will believe it.

"And your envelope, where did you buy it? Confessing credit is like putting a wedding dress in a travel bag to maintain peace!"

Nuonuo shook an envelope in his hand. It was a light brown plaid envelope with a birch bark-like background and was decorated with dark ribbons. Although it looked well-made, the overall style was obviously more suitable for use. to conduct business exchanges.

"I bought it casually. They said it wasn't a love letter or a confession letter. It was just an appointment to tell him clearly, so why bother!" Zhuya snatched the envelope from Nuonuo's hand and said stubbornly. I also regret that the envelope seemed to have been bought hastily.

"Have you finished writing your letter of confession? The second year class should not have started yet. Would you like to send it to Lao Tang now?" Su Qian saw that Zhuya had already started to fold the letter paper and put it in the envelope, UU reading www. uukanshu. com opened the mouth and proposed.

"Cough cough, that... it doesn't have to be delivered today, right? It's just the beginning of school, what if he's a little busy these days?" Zhuya blinked, "How about I give it to him in a few days?"

"cut!"

"cut!"

Susie and Nuonuo made disdainful voices at the same time.

"It's the opposite of you two chicks!"

Zhuya slapped the letter on the table, threw it on Susie and Nuonuo to tickle them, but the two of them stood up together and threw it onto the bed, and then they both rushed over and pressed them down.

"Wait! I was wrong! Help—"

Zhuya's cries for help and begging for mercy are drowned in the laughter of Susie and Nuonuo, the sun shines through the tree canopy and the windows, the shadows of leaves are printed on the desk, on the light brown envelope slanted on top, the decorative ribbons are in the breeze. Shake lightly.

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