Chapter 383 Copy of World No. 3

The actions of the Supreme Council are just a small episode in this Poland.

In the Night Watch forum, a new message occupies the most prominent position.

"Instructions for the First World No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament"

Click in to see the information, time and location of the upcoming competition.

Needless to say, the time was March 19th. As for the location, the mixed-races in Kassel were a little surprised, but after thinking about it, they found it reasonable.

The roof of the world.

They will hold a tournament in the ruins of the palace complex.

It is now the end of February, and there is not much time left before the competition day. Cassel will cooperate with Lu Mingfei's competition matters. The principal's special plane has opened a flight to the roof of the world. Students who have signed up for the competition will arrive at the competition venue one after another within a week.

The same goes for the executive department commissioners in various places. On the premise of ensuring the minimum security force, they are arranged to go to the roof of the world one after another.

However, although they all arrived in the end, the hybrids still hoped to go as early as possible. After all, there had just been a big war there and the traces were still there. They were all martial arts practitioners and wanted to see it with their own eyes. Look at the place where Yuanyuan and Chen Pingan fought.

"Aren't we going together?"

Caesar leaned against the doorframe.

Lu Mingfei raised his head from the mountain of documents and rubbed his brows.

"Well, you go ahead."

Caesar shrugged. Outside the door was a red-haired witch sitting astride a motorcycle. Nono noticed that her boyfriend came out alone, so he showed his trademark evil smile and whistled at the same time.

"I'll just say no."

Caesar twitched his lips.

Nono didn't care about her boyfriend's helpless expression and spread her hands.

"I'm willing to admit defeat and lend me your Dikla for two more days."

Caesar looked at her. The red-haired little witch was sitting on the motorcycle flamboyantly, stretching her beautiful body wantonly. Even the blazing sunshine couldn't match his smile. Nono still had her signature smirk on her lips. Looking at him expectantly, his eyes seemed to be not only waiting for Dictado, the prize, but also waiting for Caesar's reaction.

So, after Caesar's fingers resting on the handle of Dictado's knife paused for a moment, he decisively pulled it out, and after a habitual trick, he threw it to Nono.

Nono whistled.

"pretty!"

She was referring to Caesar's knife skills, which are both skillful and natural. Only he, Caesar, could do this. Chu Zihang, the embryo-killing leader of the Lion Heart Society, wouldn't know how to study sword skills at all. That guy would only think about how to do it. A quick and easy way to insert a knife into the enemy's heart.

Nono pulled out Dictado, squinted his eyes, and used the bright sun to observe the alchemy weapon, admiring the intricate patterns on the blade. Speaking of which, Nono had thought about studying alchemy before, and for this reason he also wanted to rush into the world. Enter the bell tower to find the night watchman. After all, she is Nuonuo. If she wants to learn, she must learn from the best.

But when someone asked her curiously why she wanted to learn alchemy, was it because she wanted to explore the unknown, or was it because she was curious about the mystery?

Nono's answer is.

"The pattern is very nice."

The man didn't come back to his senses for a long time. Wait, what's so cool? Pattern?

When he realized that what Nuonuo was talking about was the lines of the alchemical matrix, his expression was really hard to explain. Almost everyone was thinking about powerful or mysterious alchemy knowledge. They rushed here because the lines of the matrix were beautiful, so probably Nono was the one who came here. One promise.

This incident was circulated as a joke in Kassel, but not many people actually laughed out loud. After all, this crazy girl is Caesar's girlfriend.

However, how should I put it? This kind of thing sounds exaggerated and exaggerated, but it is indeed Nono's style.

As for what this girl's style is, no one can guess what she will do next.

Just like now.

"It's okay."

Nuonuo pushed Dick into the sheath and threw it to Caesar.

Caesar caught it with quick eyes and hands, but before he could react, he frowned and looked at Nuonuo. He didn't know why his girlfriend was so crazy. She spent so much effort to get herself to agree to the bet, and finally won, finally getting Dick. Push too much, look at it when you get it, and give it back to yourself.

Even Caesar felt confused.

Nono had no intention of explaining at all.

She stuffed the helmet into Caesar's arms and patted the back seat.

"Let's go!"

Nono turned the throttle and the locomotive roared.

"Sister, let's take you for a ride!"

…………

Lu Mingfei retracted his gaze from the window and shook his head.

I really can't tell that Senior Caesar also has this side. I always feel like he was eaten to death by that girl named Nono.

But, Nono?

A completely similar face appeared in front of Lu Mingfei's eyes.

However, the strange thing is that the facial features and faces are exactly the same, but they give people a completely different feeling.

Nuonuo is flamboyant and wanton, and the little witch is fearless and free and heroic.

But the girl in front of Lu Mingfei looked like a white lotus blooming in the ice and snow, with a sense of ignorance and ignorance that made people feel heartbroken.

so similar.

Lu Mingfei pondered in his heart.

What's the relationship between you two?

When there was a knock on the door, Lu Mingfei gathered his thoughts and said, "Please come in."

Zero came in with a thick stack of documents.

Lu Mingfei smiled bitterly.

Students can choose the time to go to the Roof of the World at will, but he can't. A world-class martial arts tournament requires him to deal with too many things. Now he is the veritable head of Kassel Martial Arts Academy. This is under the leadership of the school board. The vote was passed at the meeting. After all, Principal Anger and Yinmen's Xi Xing were firmly on their side. It was easy for Lu Mingfei to push forward some proposals.

Speaking of which, if West Walking is concerned, I don’t know if he will come to this martial arts competition...

Lu Mingfei thought.

Now that the martial arts competition is over, he should go to the Hidden Gate. He wants to see what the relationship between this organization and the world of Kyushu is. Also, if possible, Lu Mingfei also hopes to get the help of repairing the bronze mask from the Hidden Gate. Dharma door.

Yama, hopeless sky...

In the past few days, the image of Yuanyuan slashing Wu Wangtian was always lingering in front of his eyes. Afterwards, Lu Mingfei also called there and asked Yuanyuan privately, but this girl with a clear sword heart was She couldn't say anything. It seemed to her that cutting open Wuwangtian was not difficult. She could just do it if she wanted to. It was very simple.

Lu Mingfei had actually expected this to happen. After all, Jian Xin was Kongming. If Yuanyuan wrote a paper like Chu Zihang, detailing the specific process of cutting Wu Wangtian and demonstrating its feasibility, it would be clear that it was It’s clear, but it’s not round anymore.

It's just a pity that I didn't get the answer I wanted.

It is worth mentioning that before ending the call, Yuanyuan seemed to suddenly think of something and said to Lu Mingfei.

"Oh, right."

"teacher.

"Someone is waiting for you."

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment.

"who?"

"He's waiting for you."

"who is he?"

"The person waiting for you."

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, looked at the round and serious face on the other side of the video, and finally held back some inappropriate words.

He told himself repeatedly in his mind.

This is your student, this is your student, no matter how stupid you are, you have to admit it!

Oh no, she is not stupid, she is just Jianxin Kongming, yes, that’s it, Yuanyuan is not stupid, Yuanyuan is just Jianxin Kongming!

As he spoke, Lu Mingfei believed it himself, really, until he saw Yuanyuan's eyes gradually becoming empty due to distraction.

Well she is just stupid.

Lu Mingfei shook his head and couldn't help laughing again.

Zero glanced at him.

Those eyes contained all kinds of complex emotions, and in the end, only regret remained.

Lu Mingfei's expression froze.

"Zero what are you looking at?"

"fine."

Lu Mingfei coughed twice, cleared his throat, and asked while taking down the new documents.

"Where's Senior Chu?"

"Already arrived."

Zero reported in her emotionless voice.

"In three days, Chu Zihang will go to the competition venue with the mixed-race warriors from the preparatory class."

"Uh-huh."

Lu Mingfei nodded while listening, but he didn't hear what he wanted after listening for a long time, so he glanced at Ling.

"Well, I remember there was an outstanding student in the preparatory class named Xia Mi. He was the one who got the scholarship every semester."

Lu Mingfei pretended not to care.

"How are she and Senior Chu? I heard that she seems to be Senior Chu's secretary this time. These two people..."

"Not together yet."

"Cough cough cough."

Lu Mingfei almost choked to death on his own saliva.

He put on a rather serious expression.

"Come on, Zero, I'm not the kind of person who's curious about other people's gossip."

Zero glanced at him. Somehow, even though the girl didn't say anything, Lu Mingfei felt guilty.

"You need to deal with these as soon as possible."

Zero didn't hold on to this, which made Lu Mingfei relax a little.

"What is it?"

Lu Mingfei opened the document.

They are all action reports from Kyushu members who are currently on the roof of the world. Since the live broadcast ended, there have been mixed-blood attempts to sneak into the palace complex, but they have all been stopped by warriors led by Yuanyuan.

It's just that the number of warriors in the Children's Palace is limited after all. If this continues, there will always be a day when it becomes difficult to survive alone. Lu Mingfei thought for a moment.

"In this case, give a report to Mr. Principal and see if we can issue a statement and sign Cassel's name."

"OK, all right."

Most of the people trying to infiltrate are wild hunters. Generally speaking, hybrid organizations of this size will not do this. If it is not handled well, it will be misunderstood by Kyushu as a provocation between organizations. Before the true weight of this mysterious organization is determined, No one wants to start a war with Kyushu. I didn’t see Tantric’s body still there. Isn’t it cool?

The method of starting from the hunter website proved to be unworkable, and the hybrid organizations were not idle either. They used various methods to try to get close to this organization called Kyushu, and more and more eyes were focused on the Far East on the other side of the ocean. , no matter how you look at the name Kyushu, it is inseparable from that land. Maybe they can get what they want there.

To be more specific, people of mixed race are not the only ones heading to the roof of the world.

In the Far East, in a certain mountain forest, inside an old house.

"Master! Master! Master!"

Amei opened a door, but couldn't find the old man.

In the end, I could only punch the tree in frustration, and a large group of plum blossoms fell down, and there was also a dizzy cat.

"Stinky master! Damn old man!"

Amei took Xue Tuan'er, held it in her arms and rubbed it for a while.

"I have to leave, and I won't come to see you off!"

Amei looked around unwillingly, but there was still no sign of the old man, so she could only lower her head in disappointment.

Go back to your room, pat the quilt, wipe the table, straighten the stool, and close the window.

Amei finally picked up a black backpack. It was a very old style. She had been using it for so many years. She didn’t know how many times she washed it. She repaired any damage and never thought about changing it.

Amei will probably never forget the day when her master gave her this handmade backpack.

It's like yesterday.

She put a peaked cap on her head, combed out a ponytail from behind, and shook her head. Her smooth black hair was like clouds, making the girl's skin whiter.

"Let's go, Xue Tuan'er!"

Amei called out, and the snow-white cat glanced at her unwillingly, stretched out its soft body, jumped onto Amei's shoulder, lay down here, curled up in a ball, and combed its fur.

Amei's shoulders sank slightly and returned to their original position. She wrinkled her nose, and her forehead started to sneeze at the slightest hint of snow.

"You're fat again, you little guy. How can I say hello to you?"

"Eat less, eat less, don't listen, now it's better, you will become a big fat man."

Xue Tuan'er turned her face in disgust and waggled her tail, which seemed to indicate that I don't want to care about you.

Amei snorted helplessly.

She took out the soft whip and wrapped it around her waist a few times and patted it.

He pressed the brim of his peaked cap, and when he was about to go out, he stopped again, turned around, took off a bamboo hat from the wall, and buckled it on his back.

"What age is it, still wearing a hat for a hat?"

Even though she muttered, Amei didn't take it off in the end. She rubbed two handfuls of Xue Tuan'er's silver hair and took one last look at the old house in the snow.

The girl in red clothes stood in the snow, her sassy ponytail rising and falling. After waiting for a long time, she pressed Xue Tuan'er's little head.

"Let's go, we don't want him anymore."

Amei said.

"Smelly master."

Until the girl's back disappeared in this university.

Even her footprints will be completely buried.

The master standing on the roof of the old house just sighed softly.

"Can't bear to part with it?"

Beside him, a short old man was carrying a wine gourd bigger than his own head. His bamboo hat covered most of his face, only revealing a big rosacea.

He burped loudly and said in a daze.

"If you can't bear it, just keep that girl."

"Boy, it's not like you don't know that what happens next is not something that just anyone can get involved in."

The master was still staring in the direction where Amei disappeared, although he could no longer see the girl's back clearly at this moment.

"Uncle Jiu, children have to learn to grow up on their own, right?"

"Tsk."

The old man rubbed his rosacea and curled his lips.

"Whatever you want, I don't know how to feel sorry for my own apprentice."

Old Uncle Jiu carried the gourd and staggered into Fengxueli.

"Weird, weird."

"They're all weirdos."

The master still stood in the wind and snow, silent, like a stone sculpture from ancient times to the present.

…………

Far East, Children's Palace.

"Mom, I already told you to sign up for Taekwondo. Martial arts are all lies, and movies are all fake. Don't you know?"

The fat little boy was mumbling, holding a hamburger in one hand and a Coke in the other, with ketchup still on his mouth.

"what do you know!"

The middle-aged woman pulled his ear.

"Do you know how hard I worked to get here? Your Uncle Ma is such a powerful person. Even he said there are experts here. When you go in later, don't worry about anything. Kowtow first. Do you hear me? "

"If you let me know you..."

The little fat man grimaced, took a sip of Coke, stretched out his stomach, and nodded reluctantly.

"Uncle Ma, Uncle Ma, Uncle Ma again."

"I think that Uncle Ma is just a movie."

The little fat man muttered softly.

"What did you say!"

Mom gave him a death stare.

"No...nothing!"

Mom snorted, led him to stop, and looked up.

"arrive."

The little fat man raised his head, and he was also curious, what would the place that his mother admired so much look like?

Then the three big characters "Children's Palace" came into his eyes.

fatty:……

Others were dumbfounded.

Even his beloved burgers and Coke fell to the ground.

What's going on!

The master my mother mentioned is here?

Children's Palace!

He looked at his mother in shock.

Mom was also a little skeptical.

Although she had been mentally prepared in advance, when she actually stood in front of the Children's Palace, she felt a little weak.

Could Master Ma be kidding me?

Such thoughts appeared in her mind.

After all, what kind of place is the Children's Palace? You said there are masters here, but why don't you say that the big devil who destroyed the world is in high school.

However, she quickly firmed up her thoughts.

My son can't go on like this, being bullied all the time. He must learn some skills and be a good man. A man can have no money, but he must not be a loser.

She glanced at her lovely son with loving eyes.

Then he saw the little fat man who was carefully preparing to pick up the hamburger.

"I told you to pick it up! I told you to pick it up!"

"Can you be of some use?"

"Ah, can you be of some use?"

"I can't kill you!"

Five minutes later, the little fat man with a bruised nose and swollen face stood in front of the Children's Palace with his dear mother.

"Remember what to do later?"

"I dropped it myself!"

"I'm not asking you this! Kneel down and kowtow, do you know?"

"Whoa whoa."

Faced with his mother's roar, Xiao Pangdun could only shrink his neck in grievance.

She glanced at Xiao Pangdun with hatred, and then trimmed his hair.

Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door, and soon there were footsteps inside.

"remember!"

"Uh-huh."

Mother and son communicated in low voices. Suddenly, the door opened. Little Fatty didn't say anything or looked at anyone. He fully followed the old mother's instructions and knelt down.

"Master, please accept me!"

He howled at the top of his lungs.

But, so quiet.

Little Fatty also felt his mother pulling on him.

What's wrong?

His eyes quietly opened a crack and he looked forward.

A little girl in red clothes, about five or six years old, stood in front of him, looking at him curiously.

In other words, I am kneeling down for a little girl!

Little Fatty:......

A few minutes later, the dejected little chubby boy was led back by his mother.

My mother was yelling at her cell phone. Over there was the highly respected Master Ma. The so-called master was a little girl who had not yet entered elementary school. She felt that she had been deceived.

"Just wait for me, Ma. If I don't give you a good look, I won't be able to swallow this breath."

The little fat man lowered his head and looked listless.

"I'm just telling you, the Children's Palace is a good place. It's just for children to play. Mom, you still don't believe it."

The mother touched the little fat man's head distressedly.

"Good boy, I've made you feel wronged."

She turned back towards the direction of the Children's Palace and spat viciously.

"Go to hell!"

Little Fatty didn't even have the energy to get angry.

He touched his belly.

"I'm hungry."

"Okay, okay, let's have something to eat."

There was a hand-cake vendor selling hand cakes at a roadside stall, and there were quite a few customers. She led her little chubby boy and squeezed in, ignoring the people around her who said "don't jump in line."

After paying the money and waiting for the boss to make hand cakes, people from Yiqu gathered around and chatted.

As we chatted, we started talking about the Children’s Palace not far away.

"Who knows what happened there? It must have been closed for several days."

"I don't know, I haven't seen those little girls and boys either."

"It's weird, what can I do at this time?"

After hearing this, Little Fatty's mother became angry when she remembered what happened not long ago.

she interjected.

"It's been closed for a few days. Is it bankrupt?"

"collapse?"

Several passers-by chatting looked at him in surprise.

"You are not from here, please close down, stop joking."

"Yes, yes, Master Lu's martial arts gym cannot be said to be closed down."

"I was still thinking about when I would ask my kid to follow suit. It's impossible to go bankrupt."

The middle-aged woman was unconvinced.

"If you don't have real skills, you'll just show off. No matter how big the martial arts gym is, what's the use, no matter how beautiful the decoration is, what's the use!"

"Sister, how did you hear that there is no real skill here?"

"What have you heard? I can't see it with my own eyes!"

Her fighting power is extremely strong, even if several big men are tied together, they will be stunned.

However, these quarrels soon stopped.

They stared blankly as luxury cars passed by one after another.

Some car logos can still be recognized, while others have never been seen at all.

Little Fatty is probably the calmest person here.

To him, nothing is more important than finger cakes.

The steaming hand cakes and the fragrant sauce made the little fat guy almost shed tears of happiness. He took a deep breath, showed a smile, opened his mouth wide and was about to bite it.

"Come here!"

Mom was carrying the little fat boy.

"Why are you eating hand cakes! Are you the one who eats this! How many times have I told you that you have to pay attention to your identity when you are outside! Do you know your identity?"

His mother scolded him like a storm and even slapped away the finger cake. Little Fatty looked at his food in grief and stretched out his hand, but he couldn't reach it.

Perhaps this sentence can be used to describe his mood at the moment.

Oh, my love will never be lost!

The luxury car continues to drive.

It seems like an endless long dragon.

The passers-by stopped. This scene has never been seen even on TV. They poked their heads, some wanted to push forward, but hesitated. The value of each car converted into money is what they have earned after working hard for several lifetimes. If not, knowledgeable people become the center of the crowd. Every time a luxury car comes, they comment there, from aspects such as horsepower, design, traditional limited edition, etc., and finally they all end up in one place.

How much.

Their views have been refreshed again and again. They never thought before that a car that could not afford several houses would be very distressing to drive on the road. It is estimated that even a little bit of skin from the tires would be enough for ordinary working-class people. If you don't drink, you'll have to work for ten years.

What's more, many cars can't be bought only if you have money. There are still quite a few countries in the world that maintain a knighthood system. One of these cars requires the buyer to present a knighthood certificate.

In other words, at least one nobleman came here today.

Although the Far East is a land that does not recognize nobles, ordinary people subconsciously have a sense of awe for titles such as nobles, so when they realize that a noble has come here, you can imagine their excitement.

So the question is, why are so many prominent figures gathered here today?

If it were the big shots who came out to play, I knew it would not create such a big scene. It was the nouveau riche who liked to show off, and the real big shots would not do such boring things.

There must be someone or something worthy of such a luxurious scene.

But they are just ordinary streets here. It is neither the city center nor a wealthy area. How can there be any big shots here?

Little Fatty had a sad face. He was still feeling sorry for his hand cake. His mother threw it into the trash can without even eating a bite. He was really heartbroken.

Xiaopangdun, who was immersed in intense sadness, didn't hear his mother's instructions at all.

"Straighten your back!"

"Heads up!"

"What did your physical education teacher say?"

"Come out at your best and leave a good impression on them. Don't be embarrassed!"

Speaking of which, maybe she was too nervous. Even though she was chattering and teaching her son a lesson, she didn't even look at the little chubby boy. She stood upright without squinting, and her smile showed only eight teeth. , To be honest, if I can still lose weight with this posture, there will definitely be a place for this aunt in the national flag class.

She felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest, bang bang bang, there were too many luxury cars. If anyone took a fancy to her or her son, the future would be completely different.

I heard that there is a dog abroad who has inherited hundreds of millions of dollars and lives like an emperor every day. If someone takes a fancy to her...

I don’t dare to think about it, I don’t dare to think about it at all!

Her face became rosier, her quilt was straightened up straighter, and her mental outlook suddenly improved.

Suddenly, she heard some unpleasant comments.

"Tell me, these guys are not here to see Master Lu."

"Hey, that's interesting."

"I think that's the case. Besides Master Lu, what other good place can we have here?"

Several people chatted with each other.

She who was standing guard nearby was confused.

It sounds like these big shots are all here to find Master Lu...

But wait, what is the background of this master? Is he a prince of a certain country? Is it true that so many big figures are mobilizing troops?

She thought like this, but she always felt that something was wrong.

By the way, Master Lu!

She remembered.

I seemed to have heard from them before that there was a Master Lu in the Children's Palace.

So this means that these big shots came here and put on such a big show just to... go to the Children's Palace to find someone?

She almost doubled over laughing at her own thought.

What a joke!

Just a poor children's palace that doesn't even have a front desk receptionist, a children's palace that looks like a kindergarten and a nursery, is worthy of so many big shots driving here.

even……

They were surprised to see the car at the front slowly stop, and a man who looked like a butler ran down and opened the door.

A middle-aged man who looked quite impressive got out of the car. His movements were filled with the majesty of a superior.

He looked around, quickly chose a direction, and walked over step by step.

Then came the second car, then the third car.

A man walked down from above.

Passers-by became more convinced of their previous opinions.

These big shots are making such a big move just to visit someone.

Even that person's status was so high that he had to get out of the car and walk.

The eyes of passers-by were filled with shock.

At the same time, there is also a strong curiosity.

So, who is it?

In a small place like theirs, who on earth deserves these big shots to mobilize forces like this?

"Sure enough, I'll just say it."

"Look, they went to the Children's Palace."

"That's right. It's strange. Why are foreigners also coming to look for Master Lu?"

"Who told us that Master Lu is so powerful? Didn't you hear what others said? Master Lu is really capable."

Little Fatty looked around boredly. He wanted to find something delicious, anything.

Unfortunately, his hand was held tightly by his mother. He felt like a canary, locked in a cage and unable to go anywhere.

The little fat man sighed sadly. He really had to bear a burden that his age should not bear.

Suddenly, I seemed to feel something.

The little fat man's face suddenly stiffened.

Soon, a look of pain filled his face.

Little Fatty felt like his fat hand was about to break.

Looking back, he almost looked up to the sky and cried out in grief.

Mom, please let go!

His little fat hands were turned white by his mother.

I heard that if it turns white, it will easily lead to arthritis!

How will he eat snacks in the future without his right hand!

His mother-in-law didn't notice the little fat man at all.

She just bit her lip and whispered over and over again.

"Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"correct!"

At a certain moment, a fiery light burst out from her eyes.

"That's right, that's it, it must be that way, there's nothing wrong with it!"

she murmured.

Next to the Children's Palace, there is a Taekwondo gym.

This is also the reason why Little Fatty mentioned Taekwondo just now.

She felt she had the truth.

Why do these big shots have to go to the Children's Palace and maybe the Taekwondo Hall!

This must be the case!

She blushed, clenched her fists tighter and tighter, looked at the big shots with piercing eyes, and silently called in her heart.

"Taekwondo, Taekwondo, you must go to Taekwondo!"

It's just that deep down in her heart, she actually understands.

The possibilities of a children's palace are much greater than that of a taekwondo gym.

She was just lying to herself.

Since you are deceiving yourself and others, you will definitely wake up one day.

At this moment, it seemed as if all the strength in her body had been drained away.

The big shots stopped.

They walked towards the gate of the Children's Palace.

"What are you talking about?",

"Sure enough, I knew it."

"They must be here to see Master Lu."

A group of people were chatting and feeling proud, as if these prominent figures came to find Master Lu, and their faces were also illuminated.

Many passers-by had never heard of Master Lu at all. It was their first time today, and they were excited to ask around to find out who Master Lu was.

The big figures who attracted the attention of passers-by, the people who seemed to have prominent status at first sight, were the leaders of one after another mixed-race organizations.

In fact, the investigation into Kyushu was quite unexpected. The Supreme Council hit a snag on the Hunter website. They thought that finding information about Kyushu would have to pay an extremely high price. Unexpectedly, they slightly changed the direction of the investigation, and the situation immediately turned around.

In fact, there is no need to describe the turning point. Kyushu is almost undefended, and their information is clearly there. It is in the city where Kassel grew up in the S-class, and in the place where he served as a coach during the summer vacation.

Children's Palace.

The mixed-races looked at the nameplate at the entrance to the Children's Palace, their eyes lingering on the word "Kyushu" on it for a long time.

When I turned around and looked around, I saw ordinary traffic and traffic all around, not in the deep mountains and old forests, not deep in the white clouds.

It really doesn't look like there's anything noticeable about it.

And who would have thought that right here, a group of people would come out that would shock the mixed race people all over the world.

Kyushu.

The mixed-races gathered themselves together, put on solemn faces, and walked towards the gate of the Children's Palace together.

The person who rang the doorbell was a representative of the Supreme Council.

He pressed it three times regularly and slowly, then he put away his hand and waited quietly.

At this point, even passers-by who didn't know anything about it subconsciously held their breath.

They were deeply looking forward to the person who opened the door.

So many big shots mobilized their troops just to come and meet this man.

What exactly will he look like?

An old man with white hair and beard?

Like an old fairy.

Or maybe a young man with an upright appearance?

With indomitable arrogance?

The half-breeds were also waiting.

It seems that no one wants the young people to open the door more than them.

It would definitely be the best thing to see an S-class here.

But they themselves also know that the possibility is extremely low.

Intelligence showed that the S-class had stayed in Kassel and had not left. Unless he learned how to apparate in Harry Potter, he would definitely not be the one to open the door.

Although it was a pity, they would settle for the next best thing. If Chen Pingan or Yuanyuan could open the door, they would be very satisfied.

They also watched the previous live broadcast, and the battle between these two people left a deep impression on them. If possible, they would like to meet these two people.

Little Fatty listened to the discussions of the people around him in confusion.

Why did he feel like he couldn't understand a word.

Are these people talking about the Children's Palace he just visited?

Why does Little Fatty feel so strange?

He raised his head and pulled his mother to ask.

Mom slapped his hand away.

"Don't make trouble, you didn't see me calling the person named Ma. Oh, isn't it Uncle Ma?"

Then the call was connected.

An old voice came from the other side of the phone.

Mom put on a smile.

"Well, Uncle Ma, I am..."

Little Fatty opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Mom called me Uncle Ma, wasn't it... inappropriate?

No one cares about the mother and son here.

It's a pity to say that.

Because if someone paid a little attention to the mother and son here, or even talked to them, they would probably not have to guess, and they would know directly who would open the door to this children's palace.

The ears of the representatives of the mixed-race organization twitched slightly.

They struck a solemn pose.

There were footsteps in the door.

Who is coming?

It's just...doesn't there sound something wrong with this footsteps?

Before they could think deeply, the door was already opened.

The mixed breeds quickly straightened their faces and showed decent smiles.

Then they saw a little girl in red struggling to open the door and looked at them curiously.

Xiaodoudou blinked her round black eyes and looked at them.

At this moment, the air seemed to become quiet.

The hybrids thought of many scenarios.

They even considered that they were just ordinary members of Kyushu, neither Chen Pingan nor Yuanyuan.

After all, they came to the door rashly and in a hurry, which is understandable.

But... why is it a little girl?

At this age, dare I ask, hero, have you obtained a kindergarten diploma?

They really didn't know what to say.

It was the little girl who finally broke the awkwardness.

Doudou stepped forward, thinking seriously, and soon came up with the idea, so he smiled happily.

She holds her fists in a decent manner.

Arched in all directions.

"Uncles, please."

Doudou's little voice was serious.

"My teacher said that he went out to play. If anything happens, we can talk about it when he comes back."

Doudou thought for a while, nodded, and put on a serious expression on his chubby little face.

"Kiuzhou, thank you."

A little girl said thank you, which is funny no matter how you look at it.

But what if there is an S-class standing behind this little girl?

If that's not enough, look up.

Above the little girl's head, on the nameplate at the entrance of the Children's Palace.

The two bright "Kyuzhou" are still hanging there.

To put it bluntly, Doudou itself is not important.

What matters is who she represents.

Kyushu is enough for them to respect.

…………

Kassel.

It was clearly past the start of the new semester, but the campus was still as deserted as ever.

Even more deserted than the holidays.

After all, the professors are still here during the winter vacation. As for now, the professors are also embarking on flights to the roof of the world.

In this martial arts tournament, Cassel almost came out in full force.

Lu Mingfei was walking alone on the empty path.

Ling had set off a few days ago. She had to go first and be responsible for connecting with the Children's Palace.

Lu Mingfei was probably the last group of people to go to the roof of the world.

He held his briefcase and ran into the dormitory with a chill all over his body.

The dormitory was also empty without a soul in sight.

Fingel had already packed up his news department and moved it to the roof of the world. It is true that the collision between the Children's Palace and Kassel, the battle between warriors on both sides, such a hot topic, how could it be without Kassel's paparazzi? Where is the king?

What's more, Fingel has been muttering from the very beginning. He really wants to meet the senior sister Yuanyuan. According to this guy, he is actually a swordsman who is unique in the world. He dreams of worshiping Yuanyuan. Under the sect, Lu Mingfei just heard it. He was not sure whether he was a swordsman or not, but he really noticed Fingel's meanness.

However, when Fingel was about to board the plane with great ambition, Lu Mingfei still gave a kind reminder.

That's what he said.

"If you don't want to die, stay away from Yuanyuan."

It's not like Lu Mingfei was defending his shortcomings, so there was no need for him to take action at all. If Fingel dared to pounce on Yuanyuan like he was hugging his thigh, Yuanyuan could use her sword to make a Fingel sashimi, and the slices would be crystal clear. , thin and translucent.

Lu Mingfei laughed when he thought of this.

Speaking of which, what he was most looking forward to was the meeting between Yuanyuan and Chu Zihang.

Can the two of them hold back three sentences a day while sitting together?

This is a serious question.

Lu Mingfei was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, looking at the ceiling and smiling lightly.

Slowly, he closed his eyes.

Drogunir, to boot.

Hello, Eriyi.

Lu Mingfei woke up in the virtual game world.

He habitually pulled out the mission menu.

Stunned for a moment.

Then he laughed.

He lay down relaxedly, crossed his legs, and read a line of words on the menu.

[Copy of World No. 3]