Chapter 109 Mutation

"What’s wrong with you?"

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly and grasped the Jingyue sword in his hand.

This was not the first time he had seen this abnormal phenomenon. He could not rule out that something had been stuffed into his body.

The heretics here seem to enjoy doing this despicable deed.

"Head hurts……"

Old Tang crouched on the ground, covering his head in pain. He felt as if his whole body was on fire, and his consciousness and vision were constantly heating up.

It's that singing!

Old Tang usually likes to listen to music, including Jay Chou, Taylor, Britney... He also has his own opinions on music appreciation. If his head doesn't hurt so much now, he might even comment on this song.

But it’s not a matter of whether the song is good or not!

The ancient song seemed to have turned into an invisible blade, churning his brain crazily, and something that had been forgotten and sealed flowed out bit by bit and returned to his body.

…

Ten minutes ago, Old Tang took off his bandit suit, took off a black windbreaker worn by the staff here, and tried to find a place to hide until it was safe to come out.

Then he felt that his small pistol could not bring much sense of security, so he returned to the 30th floor, intending to pick up the three-cylinder knife that was stuck in his own intestines.

Then, he encountered a group of black monsters that were happily munching on three barrels of corpses. One of the monsters that turned around still had a piece of intestine in its mouth.

"Private...Private Marseille!"

Old Tang was so frightened that his face turned green. He screamed and ran away, while the group of black monsters pursued him.

It didn't take long for him to be caught up. The black monsters were frighteningly fast. Several of them blocked his retreat and surrounded him with a few quick wall jumps.

Just when Old Tang lamented that he must work hard to exercise in his next life, these monsters did not attack his intestines, but just surrounded him, staring directly at him with their dark golden eyes.

It wasn't until the cold-faced guy with his own special effects of flames appeared that he was finally saved.

But then, Old Tang suddenly started to have a headache, as if something was digging into his heart.

"Remember, Your Highness Norton."

Someone whispered to him.

"Your Highness... I'm just an insignificant passerby."

Old Tang whispered to himself (Norton is pronounced similarly to Ronald in American pronunciation).

He endured his physical discomfort and honestly followed the cold-faced guy who saved his life upstairs.

…

"Remember the past, Your Highness Norton."

Someone sang to him like this.

Old Tang curled up on the ground and covered his ears, trying to block out the weird song, but to no avail. The song seemed to hit his heart directly.

"Obviously...help me..."

He crawled hard towards the holy angel——

Ronald Tang did not believe in religion, but at this time it was true that only under the holy light of that angel could he isolate himself from the maddening pain.

But he didn't notice the sword burning with golden flames in the angel's hand.

"Find the singing heretic, brother. Live."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

"clear."

Chu Zihang nodded and left quickly with a knife.

As for the netizen in front of me...

The other party hugged his calf, like a drowning man grabbing the life-saving straw.

Although his face softened slightly, he still looked tormented by pain.

"..."

Lu Mingfei squatted down, and the pair of light wings behind him stretched out, wrapping Old Tang who was lying on the ground holding his legs.

If the psychic radiance had no soothing effect, then he would give Old Tang a happy death of mercy.

With the influx of psychic radiance, Old Tang's painful groans became much lighter, and a clean golden light lit up in his eyes.

It was as if the radiance of an angel was washing his tortured soul.

"Alive...alive..."

"Finally it doesn't hurt so much anymore...Which bastard is singing, it's like it's killing me..."

Old Tang was panting while holding Lu Mingfei's legs, as if he had been granted amnesty.

"..."

Even Lu Mingfei himself was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the spiritual radiance on his body was actually effective.

"Wow, Captain, your angelic look is getting more and more eye-catching!"

"From today on, you are definitely the most beautiful cub in Kassel!"

Fingel's flattering voice sounded from the side.

Fingel ran back holding Uesugi Eriki who was bound by the dragon rope.

Seemingly realizing that there was something wrong with the song, he decisively chose to join Lu Mingfei - it was always right to hug the firm thigh of his captain.

But he suddenly noticed something was wrong with the way his captain stared at him.

"Private Marseille, leader SAMA! I didn't see anything!"

Fingel realized that he might have seen something he shouldn't have seen, and turned around quickly.

"..."

Lu Mingfei sighed and glanced at Yuan Zhennu.

It seems that the training of this battle brother must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

"Where is the head of the Miyamoto family?"

He asked, not seeing the head of the Miyamoto family.

"He said he wanted to go upstairs to make sure there was still someone in the computer room. I told him that in horror movies, the people who have to be separated often die the fastest, but he didn't listen to me."

Fingel said with a shrug.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise downstairs, and the singing stopped abruptly.

Apparently Chu Zihang found the singing heretic and had a fight.

"Okay, let it go, Old Tang."

Lu Mingfei glanced at Ronald Tang, who was still holding on to his leg, and said coldly.

"Okay, okay, no problem. From now on, Brother Ming, you will be my big brother. I will listen to whatever you say!"

Although he was a little reluctant to give up, Old Tang quickly got up from the ground and nodded and bowed to Lu Mingfei with an apologetic smile.

"Fingel, I'll leave him to you to look after. Something may have been stuffed into his body."

Lu Mingfei pushed Old Tang to Fingel.

"What has been stuffed into me? Isn't it possible?"

Old Tang looked frightened when he heard this, and unconsciously covered his buttocks with his hands, "I remember that I haven't been drunk outside during this time!"

"It won't explode, right?"

Fingel took a few steps back with a look of suspicion on his face.

Lu Mingfei didn't want to discuss this topic with them, "Also, Brother Fingel, have you thought of a way to untie this dragon-binding rope?"

This dragon-binding rope looks like a good alien alchemy creation, and he plans to take it into the Weeping Angels Chapter——

Maybe the Weeper Chapter had a habit of collecting supplies for themselves, so when he saw some good things that could be used, Lu Mingfei wanted to see if he could recycle them.

"Captain, you are forcing yourself to do something difficult! Where did I get this ability? I need the vice principal to do this!"

Fingal said.

"Then you want to bring her back to the academy too?"

"As long as the leader wants it, then I will definitely help you bring this flower girl back to the Black Moon Pavilion... Hehehehe! Where does the pervert want to touch his claws? Our leader will chop off your claws later!"

Old Tang suddenly walked over, staring blankly at Eri Yi in his arms, and extended his palm as if he was planning something evil. Fingel quickly hugged Eri Yi and took a few steps back and shouted.

"I'm not... I just look familiar with this chain..."

Old Tang explained quickly.

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm again under Fingel's extremely distrustful eyes, and gently touched the bronze chain that tightly bound Eri Yi——

The dragon-binding rope suddenly trembled slightly, emitting a bright cyan light, and countless strange dragon characters flashed across the surface of the chain.

Then he slowly let go, like a well-behaved little snake, leaving Eri's body and swimming silently on the ground.