At this moment, Chu Zihang was leaning against the rooftop wall, with a Middle Eastern man beside him.
Both of them were holding a bottle of Body Armor LYTE orange-flavored functional drink in their hands to quickly replenish electrolytes reduced by the body after strenuous exercise.
Good guy, this is where we start to talk about heroes while drinking green plums.
First, "Cao Cao" with a yellow beard spoke.
"Looking around, the only heroes in the world today are Chu Jun and Cao Er."
The ice-faced "Liu Bei" was unmoved, saying that the strength of "Caesar of Ancient Rome" and "First Emperor of Qin" should not be underestimated.
So "Cao Cao" was silent for a long time, never thinking that when he was old and frail, he would meet such a gathering of geniuses, and he would be transformed into a dragon, and he was afraid that he would not be able to see them.
"Join Lionheart?"
Anwar chatted with Chu Zihang for a while and extended an invitation to him.
"Don't refuse in a hurry, just listen to what I have to say."
The rugged man saw the coldness in the boy's eyes that seemed to have lasted forever, and stopped him in time.
"LionsHeart was an organization established at the beginning of the last century. The founder was Megnac Cassel, the founder of Cassel College. Its first members include the current president Hilbert Jean Angers, China's Lu Shanyan,
Germany's Friedrich von Long, India's 'Tiger', Africa's 'Chief', Germany's 'Ashes', South America's 'Ghost'."
"They are all elite hybrids from all over the world. They can wear exquisite evening gowns to attend high-end banquets, or they can wear full combat uniforms and carry all kinds of cold and hot weapons to slay dragons in unknown hidden places around the world.
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Anwar raised his head and swallowed the orange energy drink with a longing look in his eyes.
They were the most outstanding dragon-slaying team of that era and the idols of countless young people, including Anwar.
But in the end, they still shed blood at the hands of the Dragon King. This kind of creature is really so powerful that it makes people despair!
Anwar himself was not sure where the fate of mankind would go. It was not until he met these three juniors that he regained hope that they could do better than him.
Chu Zihang was still leaning against the wall coldly, but his slightly drooped eyelids still showed that he was listening carefully to the man's emotion.
In fact, he only needs one reason to recruit himself, and that is to become stronger.
"Junior, that's it for now, I won't hide it from you. The Lion Heart Society has an ancient bloodline refining technology, and usually only exceptionally outstanding members are allowed to learn it."
Anwar came over and whispered to him.
"Refined bloodline?"
Chu Zihang raised his eyebrows slightly.
"As the name suggests, it can purify the dragon blood of hybrids and push the original thin dragon blood level in their bodies to infinite levels, even beyond the critical blood limit."
Anwar's voice reached Chu Zihang's ears with unusual clarity. The strength of hybrids is largely determined by blood. This is also the basis for a considerable number of people in the academy to support the theory of blood superiority.
But if you exceed the critical blood limit, won't you turn into a bloodthirsty deadpool?
"However, because this technology is too dangerous, the principal finally decided to shelve it and only give it to elites with extraordinary self-control. It was named 'Blood Explosion', which means the last trump card at the critical moment." Anwar seemed to know Chuzi.
Hang was confused and continued talking.
The cold boy nodded.
"I have seen relevant information in the secret archives sealed by the Lion Heart Society. The general meaning is that hybrids can use this technology to step by step push their bloodline to the level of the first generation. Of course, the premise is that they will not be in the dragon blood
They lose their minds under the constant infection. They call this bloodline refining technology, the Road to Godhood."
Perhaps because he desperately hoped that Chu Zihang could join the Lionheart Club to take over his role, Anwar just threw away his biggest bargaining chip like a dangerous gambler.
"A senior professor who studies Norse mythology speculates that Odin, the king of the gods, is the only hybrid to complete the road to becoming a god and achieve the status of a god in a mortal body."
The Middle Eastern man was trying his best, with an expression on his face that was no different from that of the club leader in charge of recruiting new students in an ordinary university.
"I'm joining."
The boy who had been silent raised his head and repeated it again with a different kind of firmness.
"I choose to join Lionheart Club."
"Hahaha, I knew I was right. You have a true lion's heart."
Anwar laughed and patted him on the shoulder.
"But why don't you invite Li Longyuan first? He seems to be more suitable to lead the Lionheart Club than me."
Chu Zihang expressed his incomprehension, saying that he was not his opponent in a competition of strength.
"The temple is too shallow. At most, it only allows male lions to lie down. There is no room for a real dragon."
A semi-Chinese sentimental speech came from the mouth of a Middle Eastern man. Even though he had not officially met the young man who defeated Caesar, he also knew that it would be difficult for such a character to be bound by the mundane affairs of social organizations and the like.
Cattle and sheep are in herds, and ferocious beasts are alone.
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The dark curved roof of the Baroque-style dining hall was covered with golden ceiling lights. Li Yongyuan finally got rid of the crazy crowd and walked around again before returning here.
"Waiter, bring up all your wine and meat."
The beast-like Mr. Li slapped the ornately decorated hunting knife with its scabbard on the long oak dining table and ordered his meal.
The command that combines Chinese and Western styles stunned the waiter in white. If he had read "Water Margin" or watched a Chinese costume drama, he would have patted the white towel on his shoulders and said with a smile: "Okay, this person
Please wait a moment, I will go and do it immediately."
Unfortunately, he was not involved in either field, so he could only politely hand over the menu.
"Let's have a roast suckling pig and a roast lamb chop." The boy ordered hard dishes.
The waiter in white looked at the young man slightly differently, said nothing, and turned away.
Soon, the roasted suckling pig, golden in color and full of charred aroma, was served on a dinner plate. When you poke it with a knife, you can see the sizzling fat coming out.
"Py~"
After a sharp whistle, the snow-white sea turtle flew in from the rose window with gorgeous reliefs, fluttering its wings. Fortunately, it was not a normal meal time, otherwise the golden falcon eyes filled with dragon power would have frightened the students.
Half dead.
"Here, here it is for you."
Li Yongyuan stretched out the scabbard to catch "Tianquan" and nuzzled towards the roasted suckling pig.
The eyes of this handsome feathered eagle suddenly shined, and it stretched out its long white jade beak and pecked the suckling pig that was roasted golden and oily. Its sharp beak was like a blade, tearing it into pieces of meat, and then raised its head and swallowed it.
After eating, even in the eating state, "Tian Quan" retains a wild elegance.
Soon, a whole roasted suckling pig went into "Tian Quan's" belly, and roasted lamb chops filled with aroma after being sprinkled with cumin were quickly served. It flapped its wings and happily joined the second battlefield.
It has to be said that the gastric juice in "Tian Quan"'s body is very corrosive, and his stomach is not bloated even after eating so much.
"A very handsome eagle!"
Someone smiled and praised, walking through the curved arch.
An unexpected figure, Hilbert Jean Angers.
"Principal, you are not busy in the principal's office reviewing official documents at this time, so why are you here in the cafeteria?"
Li Longyuan asked curiously while stroking the eagle feathers. He did not have the awe of ordinary students. If his grandfather had not made a secret deal with Ange, he would still be leisurely and leisurely in the orthodox society as his true king. Of course.
, there is nothing bad about this kind of life now.
Angers, who was still wearing a custom-made black suit by Armani, immediately twitched his face. This little guy spoke so directly.
"Of course I want to talk to you."
The white-haired old man sat down on a bench beside him, and seemed to hold on to the frame of his mirror gracefully. "Tianquan"'s escaping posture when eating suddenly subsided.
It sensed a rare danger in this man.
"right here?"
Li Longyuan looked around at the large and empty restaurant, a little surprised by his choice of conversation environment.
"good."
The old man put his hands on his knees and maintained a straight posture.
"Before school officially starts in September, I would like to invite you to go to Japan."
Li Longyuan was immediately stunned by Angre's words.
I flew all the way from Asia to North America, and you asked me to fly to Japan?
"The incident happened suddenly. There will be a specialist from the execution department to cooperate with you on this mission."
Angers guessed what the boy was thinking.
"us?"
Li Longyuan pointed at himself, it turned out that he had an accomplice on this trip.
"Caesar and Chu Zihang will be your deputies and form the freshmen delegation to Japan."
"What about the specific tasks?"
Li Longyuan's eyes quickly condensed, becoming strange and indifferent, which seemed to be his original appearance.
Angers didn't say anything first, and casually poured the complimentary ice water into the air. A strange situation occurred. The transparent water curtain seemed to be frozen, and the crystal clear water droplets on the periphery reflected the golden light of the ceiling lamp, making it bright.
Eye-catching.
The field of Word Spirit and Time Zero descended silently, covering the two of them.
"Have you ever watched the Japanese drama "Hot Blood High School"? I want you to dominate the eight Seraki families just like Oguri Shun dominated Suzuran."
I don’t know how this British-style old gentleman could say such shameful words without changing his expression.
He has seen the changes in the Japanese branch over the years, and now he does not take the dispatched personnel of the college headquarters seriously, repeatedly touching the bottom line of the restricted area.
It's time to show them the style of our young elite.
"My grandfather agreed?"
Li Longyuan crossed his arms. He admired this old man who was bent on revenge against the Dragon King, but he had to obey his orders without saying anything. He did not have such a strong sense of belonging to Kassel College.
"My dear grandfather has always had a strong sense of family and country towards attacking the Japanese."
Angers made a little joke.
Only then did Li Longyuan understand that since his grandfather agreed, it meant that the orthodox and secret parties had reached a silent tacit understanding on the attack on the eight Sheqi families and had negotiated conditions.
"So, in the remaining month, while enjoying college life, don't forget to learn Japanese."
Angers warned the boy, his tone was very much like an old professor assigning homework.
"It's ridiculous, do you think I've been watching Japanese comics and anti-Japanese dramas for so many years in vain?"
Li Longyuan sneered disdainfully in his heart.
But after thinking about it for a moment, it seems that I really don’t know a few words of Japanese. Damn it, I have to go back and make up for it.
The boy has even made a plan in his mind to watch the dramas he will watch every day for the next week. Knowing yourself and your enemy, you can win every battle, huh!
"I have made you an honorary member of the Lionheart Club. The bloodline refining technology that Orthodox has always wanted is placed in the archives of the club. You can go and take a look when you have time."
The old man finally stood up and left with his hands behind his hands. The echoes echoed in the empty dining hall, which was strange and unpredictable.
It wasn't until Angers back completely disappeared that the stagnant water curtain beside the boy fell with a splash, water droplets splashed in all directions, and then slowly flowed down the edge of the table.
"Fifty-nine seconds."
Li Longyuan murmured, he had been counting silently in his mind since the time zero field was opened, no more, no less, exactly fifty-nine times.
Is this the scary thing about this man? He creates a completely blank time that belongs to him alone.