MTL - C-class Hybrids Forced To Slay Dragons-v4 Chapter 64 No Riddlers!

"I solemnly state that all the remarks published by this account in the past three weeks have nothing to do with me, Caesar Gattuso, and I ask everyone not to continue to spread relevant content.

The Student Union has always been committed to being the best and most representative organization of Kassel students, which is where we stand. "

Caesar originally typed a long paragraph, wrote and deleted and wrote, and finally only issued these two sentences.

He has always been a man with strong self-confidence, even in the face of tens of thousands of Caesars, he can speak calmly. But earlier today, Caesar almost didn't finish an ordinary student council meeting.

Caesar could see that the audience in the audience were trying to stretch their facial muscles, on the edge of laughing and not laughing.

And when the assistant handed over a personal collection of poems signed by Caesar Gattuso, quite a few people couldn't hold back their laughter, and Nuonuo laughed the most arrogantly. The serious regular meeting ended successfully in a happy atmosphere.

As early as on the return flight from Tokyo to Chicago, Caesar began to intensively delete the message records, the message records between him and Nuonuo.

There are many short sentences in the style of second-rate romance literature, with a strong literary temperament, full of love, sentimentality and a hint of melancholy, Caesar wanted to drive a plane into the Sea of ​​Japan when he saw it.

Caesar wanted to delete this black history, but Nuonuo did not cooperate. The little witch just took screenshots of the chat records one by one and made them into a fun expression pack.

It's over, the characters are all broken. Now the whole world feels that he has a sentimental poet Caesar hidden in his heart, and Nuonuo, who was tortured before, began to reverse double torture.

"Yo, isn't this Caesar. I haven't seen my account hacked for a few days."

A reply appeared on the Night's Watch forum.

"Wear a white coat and lean against a row of violets"

"I saw you half-recumbent and half-lying, the white moonlight at that time"

"On those roses that lift their faces"

Please, don't miss it.

"And on your raised face--ah, that sad face..."

This Cassell really couldn't last a minute.

Caesar's simple fame post soon turned into a sea of ​​joy.

The content includes, but is not limited to, the president's portfolio, Caesar's nostalgic literary photos, and precious commemorative photos of Lionheart club activities.

Nuonuo, you have to say something, Nuonuo. Oh, it's the funniest Nuonuo to play, that's all right.

"Thank you, President, for dedicating yourself to the happiness that you brought us during the most difficult times."

"Thank you, Caesar."

call. Caesar took a deep breath, and the face of the wind king appeared in his brain. The initiator of all this, Li Wuyue, the goddess of death.

"Daria, give me today's schedule."

"Daria?"

Nuonuo walked to the desk with a smile.

"She's not your secretary anymore."

Caesar:?

"You disbanded the girl group in lace and white dress with your own hands, and decided to do everything yourself at work."

Boom!

Caesar's forehead hit the solid wood desk. What have I done!

"No, I want to rebuild the student union and change it back to the way it was."

"No, no, there is no need to rebuild after the dissolution. The Poetry Club is much more tasteful than the girl group in lace and white skirts."

Nono showed a devilish smile, and Caesar's heart was bleeding. What a joke, why should something like the Poetry Club be compared to a ballerina!

The little witch happily left the student council office and disappeared without a trace as usual, leaving Caesar alone to doubt life.

Caesar rubbed his brilliant blonde hair and put on a mask of pain for himself.

He hesitated to make that call. Unless he had to, he didn't want to take the initiative to find that **** man at all.

......

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy..."

A strange mobile phone ringtone seems to have been edited out of an outdated recording.

Hearing this peculiar exclusive ringtone, Pompeii lifted the swan duvet that was shaking violently, and rolled out of the bed.

"My son is looking for me. I'll be back with a good bottle of wine later. Do you like whiskey or ice wine?"

The Italian stallion switched states deftly, put on his nightgown and walked to the living room.

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon. Normal people are working or drinking afternoon tea."

"Hmm, yes. I\'mworkingonit."

Caesar had the urge to hang up the phone, would he die if he didn't tell dirty jokes?

"Turn off your hologram or get dressed, I'm going to throw up."

"Why, don't you want to see your dear padre?"

vomit.

Caesar felt that his blood pressure might not last three minutes. He has to go straight to the point.

"why is that?"

Caesar sang the dragon in a low voice, with a jerky pronunciation. He is not familiar with this language.

He stretched out his right hand, his palm exuding a pale white icy aura.

One inch after another, the surface of Caesar's right hand became translucent, glowing with a light blue like the shallow sea. It even makes people feel that they can see the internal bones, but it does not make people feel scary, but releases a unique beauty.

"Word Spirit Frostfall, there are very few recorded users, and the scholars of Word Spiritology deduce that its serial number is 78. It is a high-level water-based word spirit.

This word can alter the properties of the user's skin and subcutaneous tissue, transforming it into high-strength cryogenic tissue that resembles ice crystals.

The anti-strike ability is acceptable, and it has a good insulation effect on strong heat and ultra-low temperature, and can cause low-temperature frostbite in close combat.

The high-level users of Frostfall on the battlefield are like wearing the armor of the Winter God, and there are frost everywhere they pass. A word spirit with great development potential, and it is also very suitable for you, my son. "

"Thank you for the Word Spirit lesson. But my question is why, not what."

A mixed race can only have one Word Spirit, which is an iron rule. The advanced word spirit driven by the blood burst is an acquired effect, but Frostfall is the second word spirit of Caesar's awakening. He was stimulated in the spiritual realm of the black snake, and subsequently obtained the second spirit of words.

"Ancient alchemical theory holds that hybrids have unclean souls because of the existence of the human spirit.

Unclean spirits are solidified and rigid, not as powerfully active as pure-blooded dragon spirits. The difference between the two is like mud and water. "

"Sounds unpleasant. So I'm a dragon?"

"No. There is also a theory that the more mixed-blooded the bloodline is, the higher the probability of the phenomenon of low-level word spirits and silent spirits.

For example, if the ancestors inherited the four bloodlines of water, wind and fire at the same time, it is very lucky to be able to awaken a bloodline Kieluo. The blood of the White King is special, and the spirit of the descendants is relatively the most 'pure'. "

"Is this the purity of blood that the Gattuso family has always emphasized?"

Caesar was a little disdainful. This practice seems to be cultivating people as crops.

"That's right. You should have noticed that the descendants of the Gattuso family have a 98% chance of awakening word spirits, and useless word spirits rarely appear."

"Then what's wrong with me? String?"

This is like two slender and elegant Siamese cats, giving birth to an orange Siamese.

"Have you heard of heterosis?"

"The concept of biology. Two different strains of individuals, the first generation of crosses may combine the advantages of the male parent and the female parent at the same time, showing more superior traits than the two."

Pompeii patted Caesar on the shoulder with relief, even though he knew he was just a hologram.

"Son, you are the bastard... ah no, you are the advantage!

You are an incredible being who has broken through the limitations of the theory of 'uncleanness' in a unique way. "

Caesar avoided it with a look of disgust, but only felt that there were more questions.

"Itachi, it's the word spirit that my mother inherited from me. Is your word spirit a water-based word spirit like Frostfall?"

Caesar thought of the familiar aura he sensed in the black snake. Something must be wrong.

"Well, almost. It's just the opposite."

Caesar was taken aback. He immediately realized a serious problem.

The mother lost her hearing when she gave birth to him, and then slowly lost her sight, cutting her off from the world.

In fact, he had never seen Gulweiger use a word spirit at all, "Mother's word spirit is a sickle itachi", this is what Pompeii told him.

"You, you lied to me? You lied to me for twenty years?"

"Hahahaha, how could I lie to you. You know I have no culture, so I made a mistake casually."

Several blue veins burst out from Caesar's forehead. He wanted to beat the shameless stallion, but Caesar didn't even know where Pompeii was now.

He understood that Pompeii had lied to the family. The Gattuso family will conduct "blood purity" examinations on ethnic brides and grooms, and have been going to the bottom to find out the eighteen generations of their ancestors.

For example, it is difficult for a speechless person like Nuonuo to pass the examination. In order to pass the censorship, Pompeii lied about Gullweger's words, and somehow concealed it from everyone.

This guy is a liar from head to toe. Caesar had some doubts about whether this man was his father, and whether Pompeii was called Pompeii.

"What kind of family is Gullweger? Where does it come from?"

"There's no Gulweger family, it's all my bullshit. We met by chance while traveling in the Soviet Union and fell in love."

"Stop talking about these riddles! What is the relationship between the Gullweger family and the Lord of the Sea and Water?"

Pompeii shook his head. Tsk tsk, really should not let Caesar go to Japan. But he's also so old, it's not too early to know.

"Tell you the good news. She lost her hearing and eyesight, not because she gave birth to you, and no one harmed her.

The name of Gulweiger has been doomed to tragedy since its birth. "

Caesar raised his head sharply, his heart beating violently. A mess.

Just as he was about to continue his questioning, Pompeii had already hung up the phone with a kiss. He solved some of the mysteries, but only left more of them.

After his senior year, Caesar began to take over the remaining properties of the Gattuso family after the turmoil.

This is a huge empire. But the deeper he digs, the more he feels that he has only touched the bright parts of it.

At various social events attended by the Gattuso family, Frost was always greeted with a false smile, but Caesar was taken lightly.

And once those old foxes saw Pompeii, their expressions would become strange. Caesar now understood that it was intense vigilance.

His stud daddy is a super liar and a talented actor. If he goes to Hollywood, the whole of Beverly Hills will become the permanent domain of His Majesty Pompeii.

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"It's hard to believe that you're still a loving father. It's like seeing the devil hold an umbrella for a puppy in the rain."

"I just like your spicy and straightforward style."

Pompeii smiled and returned to the bedroom with a bottle of Glenfiddich in his hand.

The lady with pale blond long hair leaned against the window, her pale gray eyes still exuded a cold and charming charm in the dim room. She is like "The Unknown Girl" who came out of the painting, so beautiful that she is a little alienated.

Pompeii lights her slim lady's cigarette and pours her a glass of aged whisky.

"Ma'am, may I ask your name again?"

"3K."

"Huh? I don't really like it...I'm Italian and don't eat that kind of thing."

"Don't get me wrong, it has nothing to do with that. It's just the numbering sequence, it just happens to be K's turn for me."

The Russian-looking woman knew what Pompeii had in mind. But she didn't care about her strange name.

A news program was playing at low volume on the TV, and the fishermen complained in fiery Japanese dialect about the recent spooky situation. Every few days, some strange things can be fished up, and they are about to become some strange marine specialties.

"What's your opinion on Luo over there?"

"There is still a dispute. Some old people want to get rid of him immediately and use all available resources. Most of them are still watching, because Luo is not a weak opponent.

I don't think there will be results any time soon. But it is not ruled out that some radicals will make their own shots. "

Pompeii sneered.

"There will always be people who, when the overall war is far from over, will be arrogant enough to provoke internal wars and try to eliminate potential enemies after victory.

But before the end, the pie of the mixed-race society is big enough for us to grow at the same time. "

3K silently listened to Pompeii's thoughts.

"What's your opinion?"

"I think that guy is quite interesting, and I even want to send him an invitation. Just thinking of such a wonderful person becoming a member of the 'monarch' makes me want to laugh."

3K was surprised to hear Pompeii's comments.

"But if other people want to do it, I won't interfere. Peace is the most important thing. Let's not talk about that and enjoy a good vacation. Tomorrow we will fly to Portofino, where there is the best coast in the world."

"Yes, Major Bondarev! You were an example in the textbook when I was still in training."

"That's my honor."

Mr. Stallion is about to spend a happy day of doing nothing, according to an impromptu plan.

"Wait for me. K, I almost forgot, I prepared a surprise for you."

Pompeii hummed a little tune and walked towards the living room, where the lockers contained the surprises he had prepared for his lovers.

It looks like a well-prepared gift. Hand-polished small animal wood carvings, homemade art chocolates, oil paintings with jerky skills, old love songs recorded alone.

It sounds affectionate, but in fact, it is still wholesale. Compared to the regular "insincere gifts~www.novelbuddy.com~ they just command a higher price.

The professional old scumbag rummaged through a large row of oil paintings signed Pompeii, and soon found the one that most resembled K. As long as he prepares enough, he won't overturn.

Finally, sign "forK" on the back of the painting with a beautiful swash, and a small surprise gift full of sincerity is completed.

Pompeii, who was smiling all over his face, walked to the bedroom, but suddenly stopped. Beside the curtain, a thin man leaned against the white wall, his pale face could not see the expression clearly.

"Darling, you'll have to wait for me for a while. I've got a big surprise ahead of you."

The man's pace is not heavy, but it exudes terrifying pressure.

He can stand here, can explain a lot of things. The monitoring system was all destroyed, the people who managed the monitoring system were all dead, and the counterattack devices placed outside were all gone.

His spiritual realm is like a raging sky, infinitely vast, but a thunderstorm will fall in the next second.

Pompeii half-kneeled weakly, his blood made him unable to resist.