Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 915 Drink coffee and look at beautiful legs
"Report, Professor Schneider, here is a report."

A man with glasses handed the report directly in his hand to the man in front of him.

The man called Professor Schneider reported the results, and then opened it to watch.

"Fire?" After seeing the information inside, Professor Schneider frowned slightly.

"Professor, it's not an ordinary fire." The man with glasses explained: "This kind of fire is very strange. If you want to find a word to describe it, it is the real fire of Samadhi in ancient Chinese mythology. It can only be poured with special things. But at present we don’t have anything that can destroy him, because in the end, he himself will destroy it.”

"Has there been any casualties?" Professor Schneider asked.

"According to information from the intelligence personnel, after the fire scene ended." The man with eyes said: "They found nothing in the fire, and this kind of fire is very special. Basically, everything that was contaminated with flames was burned to pieces. Ashes, so it's all flat land now."

"Hiss..." After listening, Professor Schneider couldn't help taking a breath, he could directly burn a housing area to ashes and become a flat land.

This power can no longer be understood with common sense.

"Then the arsonist has been found." Schneider asked.

"No." The man with glasses shook his head, and continued: "So this is tentatively designated as an A-level incident."

"Is there anyone in that area now?" Schneider asked.

"A few days ago, Professor Guderian took Ye Sheng, Jiude Yaji and Chen Motong to this "S"-rank hybrid." The man with glasses pushed his eyes and said.

"In this way, you send this news to Guderian, let Ye Sheng, Jiu De Yaji, and Chen Motong investigate the cause of this incident, and you must find the murderer who set the fire." Schneider said.

"Yes." The man with glasses then turned and left.

After leaving, a person on the side suddenly asked: "Professor, could it be a dragon or..."

"No, according to the report, the fire was purposeful, and the fire only burned one house, and did not harm other areas." Schneider said: "The dead servants all It's a wooden head, how can you do things so well, the dragon is even more impossible, we have not detected any traces of the dragon's awakening, besides, the dragon clan will not be so kind to leave you a place."

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Yang Cong, who got his ID card, was sitting on the second floor of the coffee shop by the window while drinking coffee and looking at the passers-by outside.

To be honest, Yang Cong has always been merciless in killing people, but today, he showed mercy.

"You...don't kill me...please, don't kill me, I'm just an orphan with nothing, you can't get anything if you kill me, please, don't kill me."

Seeing the look in the eyes of the man with the scar, Yang Cong knew that he was not lying.

In fact, when he heard the man with the scar talking, Yang Cong had already given up the idea of ​​killing him.

Yang Cong has never sympathized with anything in his life, but he has sympathy for orphans, because he knows very well the pain of orphans and how difficult life is.

Although it is said that Yang Cong's parents are resurrected now, it cannot be changed. Yang Cong has lived alone for so many years as an orphan.

So Yang Cong has always been sympathetic to people like orphans.

However, Yang Cong did not directly choose to let the scarred man go.

"Since you don't want to die, I'll let you be a fool for the rest of your life."

This is the only way Yang Cong feels the safest.

In the end, under Yang Cong's control, the man with the scar became a fool, talking nonsense.

But now that he got his ID card, everyone is happy, so Yang Cong can be regarded as a legal citizen in this world.

But Yang Cong didn't know that at this time, he had already touched some things.

Drinking coffee, to be honest, this coffee is very bitter, but Yang Cong never likes to add sugar when drinking coffee, because only by making himself feel bitter all the time, can he live and become stronger. Bitter people are far inferior to those without sweetness and bitterness, and they lose at the starting line.

Just as Yang Cong was drinking coffee by the window, Yang Cong caught sight of a pedestrian on the road from the corner of his eye.

If we just look at it from the outside, there is nothing special about this person, but what Yang Cong cares most about is what's inside that person's body.

"Dragon blood!"

All the bloodlines in Yang Cong's body are banned, but only the dragon bloodline has no restrictions. This means that Yang Cong only has the dragon bloodline in his body now, and the others are hidden.

Through the blood, Yang Cong could clearly feel the strong and pure dragon blood in this person.

But unlike Yang Cong who saw the dragon blood refined to the extreme and turned into a pure-blooded dragon, although this person's blood was very pure, he was not a complete dragon.

If Yang Cong could think of a word to describe it, it would be a hybrid, a hybrid of dragon and human.

Feeling the power of the blood on his body, Yang Cong couldn't help licking his lips.

The people on the side thought it was Yang Cong who got on the coffee after drinking it and then licked it, but the truth is that only Yang Cong himself understood.

"Snapped..."

Yang Cong slapped himself hard, pulling himself back to reality.

One of Yang Cong's four commandments: Fourth, it is forbidden to drink blood, except for special occasions.

Although it is said that special moments are excluded, but now that Yang Cong is doing well, there is no special moment at all, so Yang Cong can't think about such things at all.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Cong directly dispelled his thoughts about him.

However, Yang Cong still cares about the very pure blood on his body. Although it is different from his blood, but the road leads to the same goal, and Yang Cong can still feel the purity of his blood.

"Interesting, compared to the miscellaneous dragon I sucked before, you are simply the essence."

Indeed, among the Dragon Clan, bloodlines have always been respected. The purer the bloodline, the stronger the strength, and the lower the bloodline, the weaker it is, and the strength is much weaker than that of a slightly purer one.

Putting down the cup, Yang Cong got up and went downstairs.

He wanted to see how this person was. After all, Yang Cong was the first to see such a pure bloodline after all this time.

If it wasn't for Yang Cong's keen detection, he would probably still think that he was either a person or a dragon, but he turned into a human form.

(End of this chapter)