Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

A month has passed since the major event named "The Catastrophe of the Gods".

Humans are indeed very adaptable creatures.

One or two breaking news may arouse heated discussion among the people, but one after another breaking news is exposed at the same time, and human beings as a group are silent.

Fingel, who single-handedly led all this, was almost regarded as a god by people in the Ministry of Information.

No, it cannot be said about gods. At this delicate time, the word "gods" is taboo. Many people mention "gods", or just think of the word "gods", and just keep silent and glance at the sky.

After the cataclysm, humans lost their normal starry sky.

Instead, there were countless light groups.

Even middle school students know that these light groups are the small world of a powerful being named Lu Mingfei.

Heaven of all living beings.

Shilan Middle School has been overcrowded in the past few days. Since the ban on secret information was lifted, the war between hybrids and dragons hidden in real history has become known to the world. Shilan Middle School, a private school located in a coastal city in the Far East, has suddenly attracted attention from all over the world. look.

People are very curious about what kind of place it is that has trained two legendary heroes, Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei.

Reporters, parents, and investment companies flocked to the event.

The principal was being scolded in his office with a frown on his face.

He stood in front of the table in an orderly manner, and the chair opposite him that originally belonged to him was occupied by a girl who looked like she had stepped out of an idol drama.

"I heard it, remember it for me!"

Chip Girl slapped the table.

"Lu Mingfei's transcripts, test papers, and all his past with you are all top secret."

The principal kept wiping his sweat.

"But reporters..."

"No buts!"

Potato Chip Girl made a clear palm print on the table, and the principal felt his heart beating rapidly. He secretly thought that the person in front of him might be the hybrid mentioned in the decrypted file. Well, no, he might be a warrior.

The principal didn't dare think about what would happen if this palm fell on him.

Potato Chip Girl nodded secretly.

"Of course, I also know your difficulties."

Potato Chip Girl's words turned soft, and the principal was about to shed tears. She is shining a light, Miss, you are shining a holy light!

"In this case, I have a file here. Take it here and study it carefully."

"You don't need me to teach you what to say when you meet a reporter."

The principal quickly turned through two pages and exclaimed "wonderful" in his heart.

Which copywriting was concocted by a master?

The Lu Mingfei above is simply the most perfect student the principal has ever seen. Even Chu Zihang had to bow down after seeing it. He only read a few lines, and the principal couldn't restrain his admiration for Lu Mingfei. He clicked on the above The term "reincarnated saint" cannot be used to describe Lu Mingfei at all. Saints are all Lu Mingfei's students.

"I understand, I understand!"

The principal smiled doggedly.

"Um, Miss, where are the teachers and students..."

"I will make arrangements, you do your own thing and don't cause any trouble."

Potato Chip Girl waved her hand to send the principal away, and carefully closed the office door. Potato Chip Girl's straight back suddenly slumped, and she raised her legs on the table.

"Similar to my mother!"

"no."

Potato Chip Girl became more and more angry as she thought about it, and answered Fingel's call.

"Hello, we are connecting you to the Secretary-General."

A very soft girl's voice said.

Potato Chip Girl started grinding her teeth.

Since Fingel took office as the press officer for the hybrid world and the human world, Fingel has lived the life of his dreams ahead of schedule.

Different from ordinary people's imagination, Fingel broke the epoch-making information in one breath such as "What is a hybrid", "The dragon beside you", "True legend", "Secrets of the age of gods", "Our material is the protagonist", and he exercised his rights. The first order he issued was to mobilize a group of beauties to form his secretarial team.

It is said that the vice-principal who was recovering from his injuries heard the news and immediately asked to be discharged from the hospital. He strongly stated that he was not old yet and could still fight. Fire that damn Fingel and let him come!

The medical team, which gathered the best resources from the hybrid world and the human world, all exclaimed.

"Miracle!"

Human doctors repeatedly lamented, is this the vitality of high-level hybrids? The vice-principal not only survived the crash of a high-altitude airship, but even recovered to the point of requesting to be discharged from the hospital in a short period of time. For those who just learned from the news what a hybrid is The human doctor and vice-principal are really amazing!

Professor Manstein expressionlessly pushed the vice-chancellor back to the hospital bed, fastened the oxygen mask, and then tied the straitjacket tightly on the vice-chancellor's flapping hands and feet.

Oh, and Manstein got the straitjacket from the mental hospital.

a human doctor whispered to the hybrid doctor.

"Is this how you half-breeds express your feelings for your father?"

They knew that Professor Manstein was the son of the vice-chancellor.

The mixed-race doctor was silent. Is that so? He didn't know, but judging from Manstein's attitude towards the vice-principal, if it weren't for the vice-principal's high pedigree, the vice-principal would have already gone to see Principal Angers.

In short, it is fortunate that Professor Manstein was stationed in the hospital and caught the vice-principal trying to escape thirty-one times. Otherwise, at this moment, the vice-principal of Cassel would have joined forces with Fingel in victory and was surrounded by a group of beautiful secretaries. Come on.

Manstein probably never imagined that his valuable experience as a discipline director would one day be used on his father.

Fingel took a sip of the Coke presented to him by the Cuban beauty pageant champion, and sighed, degenerate, so depraved, my beloved vice-principal, let me suffer this depraved life alone!

"Your number, Secretary-General."

"Didn't I tell you that you won't be working during the break?"

"This person asked me to tell you that if you don't answer the phone again, she will call Long Legs to come over and castrate you."

Fingel spewed coke.

"Hey Hey hey."

Fingel held the microphone and smiled into the air.

"Sorry, sorry."

"Hmm."

Chip Girl startled Finger, and then said.

"I'm talking about you."

"What the hell are you doing!"

"Just lift the ban. Anyway, the dragons have returned, and there are a bunch of gods who are quick to cheat. Who cares about the Abraham blood contract?"

"But what did you write to my young master..."

Potato Chip Girl had painful memories of the Lu Mingfei information she handed over to the principal not long ago. Ah, she felt like her sanity was being pressed to the ground by a hundred thousand huskies and being rubbed. It was so embarrassing and painful. Why is there such a thing in the world? There are things that can destroy your outlook on life!

"explain!"

Potato Chip Girl has a strong voice and a strong look.

"Did you ask a Far Eastern online writer to write it for you?"

"As expected of the ice-snow and smart Potato Chip Princess!"

Fingal said.

"You really have a sharp eye."

"What is the Potato Chip Princess? Is she a fairy tale character? Is there a Fried Chicken King and a burger to come?"

"Don't just give people weird nicknames. I have a serious name. How can I fix it?"

said Potato Chip Girl.

"Also, don't try to change the subject. Tell me honestly. You dare to tamper with my young master's information. What are your intentions, Fingel!"

"What an injustice!"

Fingel motioned with his eyes to his secretaries to leave.

Fingel was the only one left here.

"That's right."

Fingal said.

"If you don't call me, I want to find you too."

"Norma."

"exist."

"Create a chat room with encryption level S. I've sent you the invitation list. The online meeting will start in five minutes."

"receive."

Potato Chip Girl rushed out of the principal's office and went straight to the rooftop, where her exclusive helicopter was ready.

In a sense, the cataclysm is not over yet, and the world is still shrouded in doomsday clouds.

Lu Mingfei held up the sky to support the stars and gods, but the gods were still there, and Lu Mingfei only temporarily delayed the end.

When Potato Chip Girl ran to the rooftop, the orange-red light in the sky completely disappeared, and darkness fell.

Potato Chip Girl, who was holding high heels with both hands, subconsciously raised her head.

The Heaven of All Beings is formed by the gathering of countless light groups. Also, above the Heaven of All Living Beings, there are undulating mountains, roaring rivers, majestic peaks reaching into the sky, and solemn palaces dominating the four directions.

"No matter how many times..."

Potato Chip Girl murmured.

"They're all equally shocked."

After the cataclysm that night, scientists tried to observe the starry sky again, but they sadly discovered that there were no stars anymore.

It is a blessing among misfortunes that satellites can still work normally. Modern human society cannot do without satellites, but when scientists cast their gaze into the universe through satellites, they can see nothing but absolute darkness.

The universe has become a bottomless abyss.

Combined with the secret information disclosed by Fingel, the scientists lamented that they probably don’t have to do anything in the future. They only need to hold a copy of "Norse Mythology" or the "Bible" and study how much of it is the real dragon history.

If the universe, or the starry sky, is just the embers of the war between the gods, and the starry sky left to mankind is only what the gods want to show to mankind, then the research of mankind in the past few hundred years may be equivalent to an Eskimo recording the iceberg, who spent his whole life Recording the location and characteristics of the iceberg, he summarized more and more knowledge. He could even predict where the iceberg would drift next April. His achievements were awarded by the tribe. Then global warming caused the iceberg to melt. All of his All research results are meaningless.

In the past few days, some people have been fantasizing on the Internet that if the world stays like this and the next generation of people grow up and are born after the cataclysm and have never seen the real starry sky, then will they think that the so-called starry sky is just The unrealistic fantasies of our ancestors?

Just like after the era of dragons came to an end, humans stubbornly believed that dragons were legends.

Human beings are always like this, paranoid about believing what they see with their own eyes.

But, having said that, who would have thought that one day the dragons who were lying peacefully in the grave would kick open the coffin board?

After reading the exposed information, some netizens expressed emotion.

"Actually, we should have guessed that the Dragon Clan really existed."

"Look, the twelve zodiac signs."

"Rat, ox, tiger and rabbit, dragon, snake, horse and sheep, monkey, rooster, dog and pig."

"Except for dragons, all the others are real animals."

"So why can't we believe that dragons are real?"

"Looking back at today's time, human beings are really arrogant."

The potato chip girl jumped into the cabin, threw away her high heels, tore open her stockings, and flexed her toes freely.

"Grooming! Manning!"

Mai Shutoku said.

"Look at what you are like!"

"I want you to take care of it!"

Chip Girl spread herself out.

"I'm so exhausted!"

"You have three minutes to rest."

Mai Shutoku said.

She started the helicopter and flew straight to the nearest safe house.

Potato Chip Girl tilted her head to look out the window at Shilan Middle School, which was getting further and further away.

She imagined Lu Mingfei walking alone on this road at night a few years ago.

Why is Lu Mingfei alone?

Maybe he just came out of the Internet cafe. Lu Mingfei was killing everyone in Star Battle. The gangsters from a few streets nearby respectfully offered Lu Mingfei Coke or Nutrition Express. Lu Mingfei waved his hand and said leave it alone. When the next game started, more than a dozen people stood in the back, admiring Lu Mingfei's fingers jumping on the keyboard. The blue light of the screen reflected the young man's face like a king.

Thinking of this, Potato Chip Girl was amused by herself.

Who would associate a shabby kid playing in StarCraft in a dark Internet cafe with a king?

Such a picture is outrageous.

But the most outrageous thing is that it's true.

Potato Chip Girl suddenly pointed out the window.

"Long legs, look, who is that!"

"Tsk, your eyesight is pretty good."

Mai Shutoku chuckled.

"Norma, tell me what Chip Girl saw."

"It's Chen Wenwen."

Norma said.

"Cheating!"

Potato Chip Girl was indignant.

She just complained and calmed down. Potato Chip Girl looked at Chen Wenwen from a distance, which was a small dot in the turbulent flow of people in front of Shilan Middle School.

Perhaps because she used the vice principal's matrix to simulate artificial intelligence before, Potato Chip Girl's physical fitness has improved a lot. This is not simply improving her bloodline. In fact, Potato Chip Girl thinks her bloodline is still the same. , it feels like Potato Chip Girl is left with the imprint of artificial intelligence in some aspect of her.

No matter how small the information is, as long as it is information, Potato Chip Girl can complete it into a complete picture through a series of complex operations.

So Potato Chip Girl saw Chen Wenwen flying sky lanterns in front of Shilan Middle School.

It was early spring weather, the so-called cold spring weather, and Chen Wenwen was not a mixed race, so she wore a skirt.

Potato Chip Girl was very moved. Young people are in good health. They are old and old.

These days, many people fly Kong Ming Lanterns, especially Shilan Middle School. Many people fly thousands of miles away from the Double Ninth Festival, even from the other side of the world, just to fly a Kong Ming Lantern at Shilan Middle School.

This is the spontaneous behavior of people after the mixed race information is fully disclosed.

The vast majority of ordinary people have no memories of the night of the Cataclysm.

They have basically been infected by star disasters.

Later studies by scholars found that the impact of star disasters on ordinary people was far greater than that of mixed races.

Many ordinary people who had fallen asleep heard calls after the star disaster broke out, either from dead relatives, old friends they had not seen for many years, or the object of their admiration, calling them.

They just feel like they are sleepwalking, get out of bed, go to the window, look up at the stars, and then become a looker.

Hybrids can also slightly resist the effects of star disasters, as long as they don't actively look up, but ordinary people can't.

Scholars are not yet sure what will happen if a starry sky disaster occurs for a long time. However, not to mention the mysterious and mysterious changes in the spirit, just not eating or drinking, and the load on the muscles and bones of maintaining the same posture, all human beings will be affected by the starry sky disaster. It's devastating.

It was after deeply understanding this that mankind realized why Mr. Fingel, the Secretary-General of Declassification, called Lu Mingfei: the only savior of the world.

Now, their savior is alone with the gods in heaven.

There is nothing they can do.

I don’t know who made the first suggestion, but in short, more and more people are flying sky lanterns into the stars.

They hoped that in this way, they could convey to Lu Mingfei what they wanted to say to Lu Mingfei, who was fighting alone between heaven and earth.