"Senior Sister Lu, you are just that kind of person." Xia Mi smiled faintly. For a moment, Lu Mingfei found the shadow of Xia Mi in the past on that dragon-like face. "Although it seems easy to understand, in fact, few people can get to the bottom of your heart. You regard everyone you know as very important. Even if they are not nice to you, you have never thought about cutting off the relationship. I think you haven't deleted any of Lao Tang's contact information until today, right? Because in your heart, those social accounts may come alive again at some point. He will go online and send you emojis, with a silly smile saying sorry for making you worry. He just crashed in the Arabian Desert in a plane crash and it took him a long time to return home."

"Yeah." Lu Mingfei nodded slightly.

"You just need the warmth of the people around you. It doesn't matter if you are an important person or not. You will be happy if you stand at the party with a glass of wine in your hand and laugh with everyone. Your loneliness is actually very easy to cure." Xia Mi stopped laughing. "But I'm different. I know very well that Jörmungandr is not the same as the humans around him. I can't really trust anyone in this world except Fenrir. In my eyes, any dragon will betray me just like we betrayed Nidhoggr back then. I can only choose to depend on him for life, regardless of the means and the cost. We will only have each other's company in our long life. Only in this way can I feel at ease."

"That doesn't sound like something Xia Mi would say." Lu Mingfei said.

"Because it is Jörmungandr who is speaking to you now."

As Jörmungandr finished speaking, his legs, which were twisted at the knees, suddenly tensed up and exploded, and his running movements were similar to those of a cheetah. She was right, this was the Dragon King Jörmungandr, and this kind of movement would not occur in any human.

Lu Mingfei crossed her two swords, drawing a perfect arc. She did not intend to attack, but chose to defend, because she could see from the very beginning that the characteristic of Jörmungandr after transforming into a dragon was speed. His pure strength was not actually very high. What was truly lethal was his claws after being enhanced by high speed. The hardness of the dragon claws was enough to tear steel.

She tiptoed back half a step, trying to predict the direction of Jörmungandr's attack. Her biggest weakness when dual-wielding weapons would be behind her, so she slightly changed the way she held the swords, holding the lighter of the two in reverse, so that she could always respond to danger from behind.

Greed suddenly slashed at the empty side and back, and felt a hard touch on his hand. Jörmungandr's claws grasped Greed, and quickly brushed a series of flames along the blade, and the curved blade went straight to Lu Mingfei's wrist. As a classmate, Jörmungandr had seen Lu Mingfei fight several times, and knew very well that this senior sister was best at swords. With just one blow, she could crush Lu Mingfei's wrist bones, and then she would lose the ability to resist.

But Lu Mingfei suddenly let go, and the greedy power that was holding her back disappeared. Jörmungandr's slide-like attack deviated and tore downwards.

Many stories say that a sword is the life of a swordsman, and one must never lose one's sword, especially in Bushido. But Lu Mingfei doesn't have this perception. Her moves are very precise and poetic, and she obviously learned from a swordsmanship master. But when she really fights, she doesn't stick to those fixed styles, and is more like a street fight. She will use all kinds of unexpected things, such as high heels and Coke cans. In her eyes, swords are things that can be picked up at any time to fight. It doesn't matter whether it is a famous sword or not, as long as it is useful, even if it is one of the seven deadly sins.

Lu Mingfei rushed forward towards Jörmungandr with Greedy slanting on her chest. This was a lose-lose situation. Jörmungandr would tear open her waist, and at the same time, she would hit the edge of Greedy at the high speed like a cannonball. Although she was afraid of pain, she inadvertently inherited Chu Zihang's desperate fighting style. If she really couldn't compete with her opponent, she would hit him hard at any cost when she could seize the opportunity.

The Seven Deadly Sins are weapons that can easily cut dragon scales. Jörmungandr did not choose the lose-lose situation as Lu Mingfei had imagined. She grasped the side of the Greedy blade in the same way. The huge inertia carried her towards Lu Mingfei. The two of them looked like they were tumbling out in each other's arms, but there was a knife in between that no one dared to touch. Jörmungandr's claws were scattered and embedded in the dangerous weapon.

Everyone wanted to gain the upper hand at this moment, but Jörmungandr was still faster. She turned over and rode on Lu Mingfei, spreading her majestic bone wings behind her. She lowered her head and let out a proud roar. She held the Taotie in her claws. While everyone was rolling over together, she took away Lu Mingfei's weapon. Without the alchemical sword, the human body alone could not fight against dragons.

Jörmungandr used her power and tried to destroy Taotie directly, but after injecting her great power, she was unable to find the Taotie's eye. This was because Norton killed the metal itself before remaking these swords when he refined them. This made the seven deadly sins free of any impurities or flaws, and they were a complete whole, like a natural mineral that formed the shape of a sword. Jörmungandr's ability to shatter the eye could not work on it.

Lu Mingfei raised her head suddenly and hit her forehead against Jörmungandr's. Even though she was in dragon form, her mind went pale for a moment. Lu Mingfei's forehead was scratched by the scales on Jörmungandr's face, but she took control of the moment and immediately took out four transparent beads from her pocket and sprinkled them around her.

The blazing light illuminated the surroundings like daylight, and Jörmungandr was forced to close his eyes to the golden boy. The feeling was like looking up at the sun at noon in the hot summer. Even the Dragon King could not bear it, as the eyes of any creature were fragile.

When she could see things clearly again, Lu Mingfei had slipped away from under her, holding the Greedy that she had picked up. After the dragon transformation, Jörmungandr's body was covered with follicles, which made the torture device that used his body as a restraint incomplete. Although it was like a blade, it would leave a large gap that could not be closed.

"Using flash grenades in a fight?" Jörmungandr smiled.

"How can a flash bomb be so small? I just used my words to collect sunlight." Lu Mingfei was covered in blood. This was the price she paid for escaping from Xia Mi's control. But she still smiled and answered Jörmungandr, as if they were no longer opponents but good sisters who loved each other. "My words can control light. I have tried to develop many uses for it. For example, I rented a driver to go to Death Valley in California. It is the hottest place in the United States. I sealed the scorching midday sunlight in a bead, and when I threw it out, it would be a short-term flash bomb, or an enchanted item."

Lu Mingfei swept her fingertips across the blade of Greed, and the bright silver blade surface glowed with clear brilliance. Although there was no specific color, it was obvious through the blade that the blade was emitting a lot of heat. The scene seen through it would be slightly distorted, as if it had just been heated in the sword-making furnace. Her blood was smeared on Greed, which gradually activated the original form of the Seven Deadly Sins. Bright red lines crawled all over Greed like capillaries, and fine scales grew on the guard holding the blade, clasping the fingers holding the blade, and all the lost blood would be sucked by it.

"Word Spirit Sky Light, Greedy Dragon Slayer Form." Jörmungandr said softly, "Great! Among all the half-bloods who came to Nibelung today, you are the one who has the greatest hope of becoming a dragon-slaying hero. But all this is not enough. You want to compete with me in speed as a human. How can your sword be faster than mine?"

"How do you know if you don't try?" Lu Mingfei looked so stubborn. The massive blood loss made her calves tremble slightly. She didn't want to admit that she was indeed no match for Jörmungandr. If she wanted to fight against her, she must have the speed and physique to catch up with her, which probably only dragons could do.

She subconsciously wanted to enter that state and cater to the bloodline of the dragon race, so that she could release the dragon bone state and gain a comprehensive improvement. But this idea was rejected by her in just a moment, because such a gift has a price. Lu Mingze finally gained a short-term control over the body in the dragon bone state, and thus inserted greed into Norton's body.

She really didn't want to see the same script a second time. After Bronze City, she often dreamed at night. She dreamed that someone around her became the Dragon King, Chu Zihang, Ling, Caesar, Nono, Fingel, and even Principal Angers... At the end of that dream, everyone would be stabbed in the heart by her own knife, with blood splattering all over her hands. After waking up, she would still open the social software with fear, secretly confirming whether that person was still safe.

"Okay, then let's play for a while longer. You win if you hit me once." Jörmungandr walked slowly towards Lu Mingfei. The dragon features on her body were fading quickly. Her bulging muscles calmed down, and her bone spurs, scales and majestic wings were all retracted into her body. She looked like Xia Mi again, except for her claws.

It is true that one hit will lead to victory. Without the defense of dragonization, the activated greed would be enough to be fatal with just one cut on her human body. Jörmungandr was intending to toy with Lu Mingfei, just like a cat that catches a mouse and even lets it go on purpose, giving it hope and then making it despair.

Lu Mingfei held the sword with both hands, took a deep breath, and then rushed out. This violated the principle that Samson taught her. When you are not as good as your opponent, you must change without moving. The best way to control the sword is to be stable. She did it very well just now. But now she took the initiative to attack, which was a complete waste of her limited physical strength.

Greed cut through the air, leaving indelible light and shadow. The arcs were like spirals rising forward, reminding people of the fluttering skirt of a girl under the cherry tree, the heart-shaped petals falling on her shoulders, her hair, and the three-foot-long sword in her hand.

Yingwu, just like its name, is a beautiful yet murderous sword dance. It was once performed by a beautiful woman at a banquet in the name of sword dancing, but in fact it was a sword technique to assassinate her enemies. Although she failed in the end, this dance as graceful as willow leaves and flying flowers is still remembered by the world to commemorate this brave girl.

Now Lu Mingfei is that brave girl. Greed seems to have turned into a strange soft sword in her hand that has lost its original curvature, but each slash is still cold and tough. She spins, turns, steps, and strikes. She imagines that she is holding a soft ribbon in her hand, and that she is not on a battlefield but on some celebratory stage in ancient times. Life and death and hatred are all put aside. The only thing she has to do now is to finish this gorgeous dance, with the sword light like waves and water, endless.

Even Jörmungandr was amazed at this final bloom on the brink of death. She could accurately take on every blow from Lu Mingfei, but every blow would hit the same spot. It was unknown whether people who had used this technique in the past had exerted a power that did not belong to them out of desperation, or had entered a state of selflessness and transcendence, so that even the sword became a tool to respond to emotions. If someone dared to forcibly take on this series of blows, I am afraid that even the weapon would be broken by the hardness in the softness.

But fighting is not that simple, just like the woman who ultimately lost. Even if you are as beautiful as a flower and full of passion, you will still be met with the ruthless sword light in the end. On the battlefield, only the winner who can triumph is the real winner.

Jörmungandr clenched his claws into fists and suddenly struck the blade. The mighty power of the king of earth and mountains was transmitted to Lu Mingfei's fingertips along the greedy path. Even though the dragon scales were clasping the hand guard, the bones holding the blade were still broken by this force. The originally gorgeous dance was forcibly interrupted, her toes tripped over each other, and she knelt down in pain.

"Senior sister, you are such a stubborn girl. You have to make yourself covered with bruises. What if these wounds can't heal in the future? You are such a beautiful girl. Many people will be sad."

Jörmungandr squatted down and gently lifted Lu Mingfei's hair. Her helpless eyes were so distressing. Even if she tried her best, she couldn't get the desired result. She could only helplessly watch everything leave her, just like a beloved rag doll thrown into the garbage dump, buried by the black soil bit by bit, with only two lifeless eyes made of buttons left looking at you, hoping that you could save it.

But no one will come to help. Not every princess in the world will have her prince charming as promised. Chu Zihang is now immersed in sleep. Maybe he is still fighting with Murasame and Odin and trying to die with his father. Jörmungandr gave him a good dream.

"Goodbye." Jörmungandr pressed her hand on Lu Mingfei's forehead. She only needed to exert her power once more to erase all of Lu Mingfei's memories of the past few weeks.

"She's right, sister. You are a stubborn girl who won't say a word even if you die. You would just bite your tongue if a needle pricked your finger, but you are willing to risk your life to fight a dragon king to the death with your human body. If you were on the ground basking in the scorching sun, you might have a chance of winning, but in this Nibelungen, the brother and sister of the King of the Earth and the King of the Mountains are the masters. If you want to defeat them, you have to master violence that is superior to them!"

Time stopped at this moment. Jörmungandr kept kneeling on one knee, pressing Lu Mingfei's forehead. Two shadows were reflected in her golden eyes. Lu Mingze appeared beside Lu Mingfei with a black lace parasol, with a look of pity and helplessness. She wiped the blood on Lu Mingfei's body with a pure white towel. Every time she applied a little force, Lu Mingfei would tremble involuntarily, but she refused to say a word to Lu Mingze from beginning to end. The little devil appeared at the last moment, which meant that she wanted to control the direction of the script again.