Chapter 55 White King
Today is New Year's Eve. This small riverside town is bustling with festive red decorations everywhere.

But these have nothing to do with Lu Mingfei. He was fiddling with the computer alone out of boredom. Six years ago, his parents left him and sent him to live with his uncle and aunt.

His parents are both archaeologists and they said they were working on a big excavation project. If they excavate anything, it would shock the world like the ancient kingdom of Loulan.

Lu Mingfei didn't know whether this shocked the world or not, but it shocked his son. He hadn't come back for six years. If they hadn't been sending him living expenses, he would have thought they had died outside.

Of course, it was not easy for him to live under someone else's roof, but he no longer cared. Year after year of waiting had already worn out his patience in expecting his parents.

If someone came out and said that his parents still loved him, Lu Mingfei would nod and say that he was right.

The world sympathizes with parents, but few seem to sympathize with children. He is only 18 years old. No, not yet 18 years old. He still has a few days to go before he turns 18.

The little devil hasn't come out to disturb him for a long time. It seems that the last quarter of his life's business was enough to keep him going for a long time.

The boring vacation made him want to go to Shanghai again. It was not because he missed his sisters’ soft and boneless hands, but because he felt he would be freer there.

"Happy New Year's Eve."

Su Xiaoqiang’s QQ avatar flashed and sent him a message.

"Happy New Year's Eve to you too." Lu Mingfei politely replied and continued to think about how to make a lot of money.

His business empire hasn't even been built on its foundation. He can make money by tinkering with some small things on the Internet, but compared to the grand ambitions in his mind, the tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars he makes are undoubtedly a drop in the bucket.

"deal?"

The familiar voice that appeared in his ears touched Lu Mingfei a little. Perhaps, apart from this little devil who wanted to kill him, no one else would always hang around him, right?
The little devil stood behind him, wearing casual pants and a T-shirt, which was different from his usual style, with a piece of grass he had pulled from somewhere in his mouth, as if he had just returned from vacation.

"I was on vacation at the equator, but when I heard that my brother was still thinking about me, I rushed back as fast as I could. How was it? Are you touched?"

"Devils also have holidays. No, do you still need to work?" Lu Mingfei was a little surprised.

"No way, big brother, what era is this now? Demons have to keep up with the times. You don't think that demons just sit in the palace every day waiting to be summoned, do you? We also have targets."

“Has capital already infiltrated into the extraordinary world? Even demons like you have to work.” Lu Mingfei looked at him with pity.

"The same principle applies everywhere. Evil capital will not be afraid of demons, but will only become more excited." Lu Mingze walked up to him and said, "So brother, please trade with me quickly, so that I can relieve the pressure on me."

"What kind of pressure can you have? Do you have a mortgage and a car loan? Do you have a wife and children to support?"

“Not really.” Lu Mingze kicked the chair he was sitting on. “Don’t think about your crappy business empire. Although your route is right, it will be faster to trade with me directly than to work hard for decades to achieve your goal.”

“Do you think I’m a three-year-old?” Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes. “I can enjoy my struggle, but I just traded with you and lost a quarter of my life.”

"Struggle is risky. You may not succeed in reaching the shore. But if you spend a quarter of your life, I will definitely help you reach the shore safely." Lu Mingze spread his hands.

“Go away!” Lu Mingfei covered his ears. He really missed and was also a little afraid of this little devil. He was afraid that he would not be able to resist and make a deal with him one day.

Kassel College still needs to conduct tests and go through the process slowly, but Xia Mi knew there was a problem as soon as she received the test tube.

This blood is very pure and is 99% rare.

If humans got it, they might mistake it for dragon blood without further testing. She could tell at a glance that it was mixed-race blood, but the purity...

She frowned. It should be the real dragon blood mixed into the body of the hybrid. It seems that the owner of this blood has been corrupted by the blood of the ancient dragon. She picked up the test tube, opened the stopper and sniffed it. It was the scent of a strange dragon again.

This mixed-race person is not from the Eighth King line.

"White King?" She fell into deep thought.

The White King might not be dead. She herself is the Dragon King and knows how difficult it is to kill a Dragon King. Especially the White King who controls spiritual elements. It would be even harder for him to kill, even if the dragon that attacked was the Black King.

“I can’t go to Japan anymore.”

The White King has not appeared for thousands of years. It is very likely that he has been accumulating strength in secret. He will definitely not show up easily after hiding for so long. Everything he reveals now may be fake.

The White King's transfer of his bloodline to humans is most likely just an obvious pawn.

It would be fine if ordinary dragons and half-breeds went there, and the White King might not look down on them. But if a powerful Dragon King went there, especially a weak Dragon King like her, he might be a great dish.

She suddenly felt so tired. Humans were ambitious and dragons were not honest either. The earth now seemed to her to be full of pits, and one could fall into one of them if she was not careful.

"If only I had enough power." She sighed. As the weakest dragon king, she was passive in every way.

Fenrir's power is strong enough, but his brain is not very good. If I leave, I'm afraid his brain won't survive for long.

"It's so hard to survive." She smoothed her hair.

If she could live a simple life as an ordinary person, she would actually be happy about it. Although she was a little poor, a carefree life was always better than sitting on the throne in fear.

“When can we get tested?”

"The genetic test for mixed-race people cannot be done that quickly. What's more, your blood is not that simple. Don't be anxious." Zhang Baiqing was not in a hurry.

But Uesugi Yue was anxious and nervous. He hoped it was true, but also feared it was true, especially since Uesugi Eriya's bloodline was not stable yet. He was afraid that Eriya's bloodline would be out of control as soon as the test report came out.

Although the probability is very small, he has lived for so long that he has seen too many unexpected and sudden things.

Just as Japanese novelist Akira Nosaka said in his book "Grave of the Fireflies": Cherish today, cherish the present, who knows which will come first, tomorrow or an accident.

"You've lived for more than 100 years, can't you be more stable?" Zhang Baiqing rolled his eyes.

"You..." Uesugi wanted to say angrily that he didn't understand, but then he said dejectedly: "You don't understand, in fact, I don't have much time left."

"Is it true?" Zhang Baiqing raised his eyebrows and was a little skeptical when he heard his words.

He might not be able to pronounce that string of names even if he reads them once now, and he would get angry if anyone told him that the old rogue was in poor health.

"Well, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you. Do you think I can really live as long as that old guy in Ange?"

Uesugi Yue returned to the room and took out a stack of hospital test reports and gave them to Zhang Baiqing.

Inspection reports from 10 years ago, 5 years ago, two years ago, and the latest one from two months ago.

Zhang Baiqing took the report, studied it for a while, then looked up at him and said, "I don't understand."

(End of this chapter)