Chapter 141 Daily Character Filter
“Little Dragon Asks for Directions——”
"Ah! The big dragon swung its tail!"
[Wooden House] In a training ground at the base, Lango turned around and pierced the air with a sharp side kick. The solid wooden column on the ring broke with the sound, and the afterimage flew more than ten meters away.
"How does it feel, man?"
A smug smile appeared on Lango's lips, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Nuada who was looking at him coldly, and joked: "This is what I learned from watching movies, Bruce Lee, youkonw?"
"Haha." Nuada raised her eyelids slightly, with a hint of disdain on the corner of her mouth: "In my opinion, this is just an ordinary side kick. At most, it is just a fancy name."
"Yeah, you're right man, it's just a simple side kick."
Lange did not refute, but said to him seriously: "But this is because of the different cultural backgrounds between the East and the West. The West pays attention to practicality and convenience, while the East pays more attention to cultural ideas and artistic conception. Many boxing techniques in the East contain allusions, Characters, myths and other traditional cultural backgrounds, when you are practicing boxing, these cultures are also beginning to influence you, which invisibly increases the martial artist's cultivation. "
He turned to the thoughtful Nuada and asked: "If these spiritual connotations are stripped away, then learning boxing is just learning how to fight gangsters. What's the point?"
Nuada thought for a moment and looked at Lango: "So, is this the idea that you used to defeat me?"
"Of course not." Lange said matter-of-factly: "I rely on strength and speed that are a hundred times stronger than you."
"Then what did you mean by saying so much?" Nuada was full of doubts.
"It's just out of boredom and I just want to scare you, hahaha."
"nerve."
All around, the agents on the training ground were attracted by the sudden laughter and cast curious glances.
Several days have passed since Lango and his party arrived at the [Wooden House] base.
Except for some parties, he stayed at the training ground almost every day, selecting inhuman criminals in prison as his sparring partners from time to time.
However, to his disappointment, the extraordinary energy provided by these ordinary dark creatures was very little, and it was difficult to meet the growing needs of the system.
Of course, this is calculated relative to the current progress of the system. As mentioned before, the threshold for system summoning rises sharply with every success.
After four summonses, killing a few earthbound spirits could fill up the progress bar once. Now, even if he kills big demons and angels, he is still far away from the fifth summons.
And the low-level criminals imprisoned in [Wooden House] can provide very little energy. As for high-level criminals, such as Nail Head or Psychic Girl, who can distort reality and change memories, no matter how Lango persuades them, , out of caution, Abel always refused to let them become Lango's training partners.
But fortunately, with this guy beside me, he is not boring these days.
Yes, it was the elf prince Nuada who not long ago had the delusion of summoning the Golden Army to destroy mankind. He was sent here from New York and imprisoned a few days before Lango and his party came to the cabin.
The danger level is E-level, the lowest level. If Lange hadn't been sharp-eyed, it would have been difficult to spot this guy among the more than a thousand criminal numbers.
After all, he is too weak
But fortunately, although this guy can neither distort reality nor have immortality, he is quite proficient in various Eastern and Western fighting techniques.
Therefore, in the next few days, Lange spent time with this guy in the training ground every day, putting aside all his special abilities and sparring with him only with the physical strength and power passively blessed by [Dragon Body]. Every time Lango, who can beat me up, is very happy.
After resting for a while, Lango forcibly opened Hellboy's exclusive wardrobe. Sure enough, just like in the movie, this guy's cabinet was filled with beer and cigars.
"then"
He casually threw a can of beer to Nuada, and then leaned on the corner of the ring without caring about the image, half lying next to this guy.
"Why, you've only been playing for a long time and you can't bear it anymore?" Lango took a sip of beer, looked at him and teased.
Nuada stared at the beer can in his hand, then glanced at the man next to him who had ruined his plan and taken the life of his best friend. After a long silence, he finally spoke: "You are really different from ordinary humans. "
Lange laughed, his brows filled with satisfaction: "Of course. Although I don't want to brag, ordinary people don't have the strength, speed and endurance like me. And let me tell you a secret, brother." He raised his eyebrows and said with a bad smile. : "My acceleration ability is not limited to combat, it can also allow certain parts of my body to enjoy the pleasure of acceleration, you know."
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When Nuada heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he stopped laughing. After sighing, he sat down directly next to Lango, then unscrewed the ring and took a big gulp of beer.
He stared forward and said slowly: "When I say different, I don't mean your ability, but your attitude. As a human being, your attitude towards aliens like us."
Without waiting for Lango to ask, he continued: "Have you noticed? When facing inhuman criminals like us, every human here will inevitably show disgust in their eyes no matter how hard they try to hide it. But you, from the beginning to the end None, even when we first met, there was only anger in your eyes, without any discrimination or disgust.”
Hearing this, Lange frowned slightly, then shrugged: "First of all, you have to understand the meaning of [criminal]. You have admitted that you are a criminal, and you still expect others to greet you with a smile? That is unrealistic, brother. I believe it. Me, humans in this world are not as xenophobic as you think. Many of my family members are not human, but both I and my neighbors and friends like them very much. There are even a few bastards who always want to kill me. McQueen and the minions took him home, do you know why?”
He looked at Nuada and said: "Because they are all good people, they will not destroy mankind and take revenge on the world every day when they have nothing to do like you."
"As for me." At this point, Lange paused and added: "Maybe it's because I have been exposed to aliens since I was a child. I have long been used to things like monsters and elves."
In fact, there is one thing that Lango did not say out loud. Because of his past life memories, he has a special emotional filter for the charming villains and tragic characters in these movies.
Just like the Nuada in front of us, this elf prince who fights tirelessly for the freedom of the elves. His elegant and firm acting style makes it difficult for him to ignore his unique charm even under the aura of a villain.
Although he knew that the two people's positions were contradictory, Lango would be ruthless and merciless when there was a conflict, but whenever the conflict subsided, the character filter made him involuntarily appreciate Nuada.
There is even a feeling that he wants to be friends with him. In fact, he can't explain his mentality. It may be the same as his stamp collecting hobby for female drama characters. Whenever he sees a familiar woman, he wants to trick her into bed.
"Speaking of which, Nuada, have you ever considered the possibility of cooperating with humans?" Rango suddenly asked.
"Cooperation? Cooperation for what?" Nuada looked confused.
"For example, summon the Golden Legion, but hand over control to humans in exchange for a reserved land, so that you elves can see the light of day again and thrive under the sun." Rango suggested.
"Fuck Fuck!!!"
However, these words angered Nuada, and he cursed angrily: "Do you think I will be like those stupid Indians? Using the strongest strength of the tribe in exchange for an insignificant piece of land? Do you humans still want to borrow This opportunity to create a Thanksgiving Day for us in a pretentious and hypocritical manner?”
"Forehead"
Lango was speechless. He didn't expect Nuada, who looked so illiterate, to have studied the history of Laomei's fortune.
"Hey, calm down, buddy, this is just a casual suggestion." Lango explained: "Besides, control does not have to be given to humans. Doesn't your sister Nuyana also have royal blood? Leave it to her. Isn’t it better? If you can’t trust humans, why can’t you trust your own sister?”
"Nuyana?" At the mention of this name, Nuada's expression became complicated. He hesitated: "Although she has pure blood, her character is too weak and she is too close to humans."
Lango sighed and continued to persuade: "Recognize the reality, my friend, instead of letting the Golden Army and your compatriots be buried in the mud underground, it is better to let it become an opportunity for the rebirth of the elves. And"
"You don't really think that bullshit Golden Army can destroy mankind, do you? Do you know about nuclear bombs? If one goes down, the Golden Army won't even have a chance to repair itself, and it will be vaporized directly, do you understand?"
When Nuada heard this, he seemed a little confused. This asked about his knowledge blind spot. He really didn't know much about modern human weapons.
Just when he wanted to know more, he caught a glimpse of two figures coming in from the door out of the corner of his eye. The original rich facial expression suddenly dropped, and turned into the cold and gloomy elf prince again.
Upon seeing this, Lange looked over and saw his sister Nuyana walking towards here talking and laughing with the fishman Abel.
He teased Nuada: "They seem to be a good match."
"Waterfa?!" After getting along with him for a long time, Nuada, who was originally elegant and polite, unconsciously got into the habit of swearing, and directly cursed in a low voice: "Nuyana is the princess of our elves, but That Abel is a smelly, fish-headed monster! Fake, I would even rather Nuyana be with you!"
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Hearing this, Lange couldn't help but look at his sister's appearance. She was quite slender and exuded a gentle aroma of books, but her skin was so white that it was hard to even mention her.< br/>(End of this chapter)