Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Sekiro

"I would like to ask, is the industry of dragon slaying safe?" Lu Mingfei asked seriously.

"We have five insurances and one fund, team building and activities on holidays, and afternoon tea on weekdays. With the identity certificate provided by Norma, you can enjoy convenient transportation and high-end services all over the world."

"sounds good."

“The college also maintains insurance coverage for every student and staff member.”

"If I die, will my family get huge compensation?"

"No, I am responsible for transporting your body back to the country, if it is still intact."

"." Lu Mingfei fell into silence.

Maybe one day, his body will be covered with a white curtain and transported back to China by helicopter, and his aunt and uncle will run to the rows of hospital beds to identify which body belongs to Lu Mingfei.

This sounds very sad, because his parents still don’t know where in the world they are doing research.

Speaking of which, his parents are alumni of Kassel College. It turns out that they have been traveling around the world for decades, chasing big lizards around the world?

Lu Mingfei looked at his hands. He saw a pair of young, white and smooth hands. There were no calluses from holding the knife, and there were no wounds cut by kunai and tachi. They were a pair of warm hands.

"I am willing to enroll." He took a deep breath and said to Professor Guderian.

He has fought so many battles without any guarantee, and now there are still people willing to help you take your body home after your death. What reason does he have to refuse such a generous offer?

He wants to discover the secrets of this world and witness the real side of the world with his own eyes. Maybe one day, he can find information about "Sakura Dragon" and "Long Yin's Power".

"Great! I knew our S-class was not mediocre!" Professor Guderian beamed.

"We will be classmates from now on. Welcome, Lu Mingfei." Fingel grinned, his white teeth shining brightly.

"Don't forget the Internet fee you owe me." Lu Mingfei shook hands with his strong hand.

In the dark night, the scenery outside the window is like a stream of light.

Lu Mingfei breathed lightly at his reflection in the window, but in an instant, the sky fell apart and the earth shattered. There was a loud noise, the whole train shook, all the lights flickered and went out, and darkness fell.

The sound of bells, the faint sound of bells, rang in my ears.

"Hey, the Titanic sank?" Lu Mingfei frowned and asked, "Is anyone injured?"

No one responded to him until a small white hand held his left hand.

The hands were as soft as those of a baby.

All the lights came back on, and it was still the train and the leather sofa, but Professor Guderian and Fingel were gone.

"You're here again." Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief. It's okay if it wasn't an earthquake.

It's Lu Mingze again, not his cousin who weighs 160 pounds and is 160 centimeters tall, but the pink and jade-like little boy.

Lu Mingfei always thought that this little boy was his problem.

Whenever he had any turmoil in his heart or felt lonely, the little boy would come out to comfort himself.

The first time was in an Internet cafe. On the first day after he returned from Ashina, the sense of separation between reality and dreams collided in his heart.

Although he looked calm on the outside and showed no flaws, he did have to admit that his mental state was actually very unstable that day.

It happens to anyone. You killed so many people on the battlefield, your hands were stained with blood, and you couldn’t even remember the number of times you died. But suddenly, you came back, sitting on the bench and playing on that old-fashioned laptop. With my favorite star.

Was that just a dream? I keep asking such a question in my heart, no one can answer you, but everything is silently telling that it is just a dream.

When he sat slumped in the Internet cafe, he almost fainted from the impact of virtuality and reality.

But that little boy appeared just at the right time.

The two of them cuddled together and talked strange words. The whole world was so dark and there was only a ray of light illuminating him and him.

My heart, which could never calm down at first, suddenly calmed down.

The second time I met the little boy was in the cinema.

At the gathering of the literary club, Lu Mingfei's former classmates were strangers in his eyes. He sat in the same place with a group of strangers, discussing familiar yet unfamiliar topics.

At that moment, no one could relate to him.

The girls I liked in the past, the classmates I used to surf the Internet with, and even the enemies I disliked have all become strangers.

Life seems to be vain, but there is no ripple in his heart. This is simply too sad.

Which side is true? Which side is illusion? He felt like the big bald man in The Matrix, trapped in the gap between reality and reality.

But the little boy appeared again, watching the movie with him, sitting beside him and sharing the same bucket of popcorn with him.

After that, he often thought that maybe he really had such a brother.

The third time was the trip to Japan not long ago.

He originally expected to gain something, because everything Ashina said there was an inseparable relationship with Japan.

Samurai in armor, ways of worshiping at temples, shogunate and soldiers

You can find many elements in Japanese animation.

He thought that when he went to Japan this time, he would be able to find some clues, but there was nothing.

Sensoji Temple and Meiji Shrine.

He visited the most famous Buddhist temples and temples in Japan, but he didn't get any relevant information at all.

He could only stay in his room, play the latest games, and silently miss the important people.

Just then, the little boy came again.

He came to play games with Lu Mingfei and said some strange things.

They work together to play "Uncharted 2", break through traps, and complete mission objectives.

It's really nice to have someone by your side. He can cry with you, laugh with you, and go through the most difficult difficulties with you.

Even though it was virtual, Lu Mingfei liked him very much.

Lu Mingfei smiled and touched Lu Mingze's head.

"Why are you here again?"

"Look outside, brother." Lu Mingze took Lu Mingfei's hand and led him to the window.

It is no longer a dark night outside, and the train is running at high speed on the vast ice field.

Plain white and bluish ice covered the mountains that pierced the sky. The sky was as rich as blood red, and the rain was pouring. Every drop of rain was bright red and flowed down the car window.

On the top of the ice peak, the black dragon lay quietly, its wings hanging down to the foot of the mountain, and the thick blood dyed the entire ice peak red. Groups of people climbed along the dragon's web of wings. Those who climbed to the top surrounded the dragon's head, nailed sharp iron awls to the dragon's skull, and beat the tail of the awls hard.

Every time a hole was drilled, white slurry gushed out like a fountain, and evaporated into rich white gas in a moment. Those people cheered and shouted loudly.

"That was the day the Dragon King died. Countless people cheered. If it weren't for his death, the world would not be like this." Lu Mingze seemed to enjoy the sound of the blows. He closed his eyes, listened silently, and showed a smile. .