Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Sekiro

"Gan!" Old Tang kicked the motorcycle's fuel tank, but this could not make the motorcycle engine without oil roar again.

This old second-hand motorcycle was parked on the side of a road surrounded by green trees. The unscrewed fuel tank cap fell to the ground. Looking through the small hole, you could only see thick oil stuck to the metal wall. on, and these oils cannot even be collected in a small spoonful.

Old Tang turned back and took a few steps, only to find black oil droplets falling on both sides of the tire tracks.

"Why should I be greedy for cheap!" Old Tang regretted extremely.

When renting, the car was full of gas, and the owner of the car rental shop took a small deposit and didn't ask him to show his identification, so he rented it for convenience. But who knew that this second-hand motorcycle had so many minor problems, and the fuel tank actually It had been patched with iron, and the patch had been shaken loose by him, which was too delicate.

Now it's okay. He rode a violent motorcycle all morning and half an afternoon to get to this location from the city. What should he do in such a deep mountain and old forest?

He followed the navigation and didn't even look at the road signs along the way. He didn't know his approximate location at all. There were no place names on the navigation software, only a route map.

In this barren mountain, except for seeing a few buddies on bicycles while eating instant noodles at the canteen at noon, he had never seen any other cars or people.

The battery of his mobile phone was about to run out. It seemed that the only way out was to ask for help, or call the police. But as a hunter who walked on the edge of the law, he didn't want to deal with the police, so he could only ask for private assistance, but this required expensive fees.

Looking at the low battery on his phone, he gritted his teeth and pulled out an assistance number in the phone book.

This money can't be saved. If his request hasn't been sent out by the time his phone runs out of battery, then the show will have to be renamed "Survival in the Wilderness."

At this time, his QQ rang.

"My senior brother and I will be leaving school on Friday afternoon. Where are you now? We will drive out to find you then." Lu Mingfei's profile picture flashed, "Hurry up and get in. We'll be waiting for you."

Two messages were sent one after another.

"Do you have a car? Do you have a driver?" Old Tang typed and asked.

"Bugatti Veyron, produced by the German Volkswagen Company in the small town of MOLSHEIM, France, 16 cylinders and 4 turbochargers." Fingel opened the raincloth, and the silver-gray sports car was exposed to the sun. The entire car started remotely, and the lights flashed. The heavy roar of the engine was like the roar of a dragon.

"With 1,001 horsepower and a top speed of 407 kilometers, it only takes 2.5 seconds to accelerate from 0 to 100 kilometers. This is the fastest mass-produced sports car in the world." Fingel puffed out his chest like a rooster, "Wuhu, take off!"

The Bugatti's hardtop convertible was open. Fingel jumped in and sat in the driver's seat. He grabbed the steering wheel and put on his sunglasses coolly. Lu Mingfei also jumped in and sat in the passenger seat.

"I'm really sorry, Brother Caesar." Lu Mingfei clasped his hands, "I may not have time to attend tonight's banquet. Please rest assured that we will treat this car with care and will definitely bring it back intact. "

"It belongs to you now. Whether you want to take it to hit a lamppost or sell it, it has nothing to do with me." Caesar said: "About joining the student union, I hope you can think about it carefully."

"You are the real elite. This academy must be supported by the best people after all!" Caesar's voice was sonorous and powerful, "But 'different ways do not work together'. If you become my opponent, it will be the same." It’s an exciting thing and I’m looking forward to the rest of my campus life.”

"Haha. Haha." Lu Mingfei laughed dryly, "Senior brother, you are so funny."

Lu Mingfei felt that the brain circuits between himself and this handsome blond man were a little inconsistent.

"Then let's go first, Brother Caesar. See you again when we have the opportunity."

"I hope you can give me more surprises next time we meet." Caesar said.

"Did you say goodbye? Then fasten your seat belt!" Fingel sneered, "Hold on tight!"

The friction between the tires and the ground brought up a plume of smoke, and the Bugatti jumped out like a wild horse. Fingel screamed wildly, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and stepped on the accelerator to death.

He was a raging madman, and his car stereo played heavy metal rock music, and his body kept swaying to the rhythm.

"Damn it, can you drive more steadily!" Lu Mingfei shouted.

"Don't worry! There won't be anyone on this road!" Fingel grabbed Lu Mingfei's hand, "Come on! Swing to the rhythm! I believe in your senior brother's driving skills! When I fell off the cliff, you You were even playing house in the mud with your female elementary school classmate!"

"Cliff!" Lu Mingfei pointed forward and shouted.

"What!" Fingel's head shook rhythmically.

"I said there is a cliff ahead!"

"I saw!"

Bugatti makes a thrilling drift. If the rear of the car is moved ten centimeters forward, it can have a close contact with the metal guardrail with sparks flying.

Speed ​​and passion, these words couldn’t be more appropriate to describe that moment.

A silver shadow flashed across the road, leaving everything behind.

The wind blew Fingel's hair upward. He screamed so loudly and pressed his foot firmly on the accelerator, as if if he stopped, something terrible would catch up and tear him to pieces.

Lu Mingfei looked at this crazy man. This was his worst car ride experience, but he didn't complain. He just put on his sunglasses and screamed with his senior brother.

Lu Mingfei trusted this man, and when he was given his back in the game, he would do all the defense. His game character would always die in front of Lu Mingfei and Old Tang.

They were partying in the sunshine.

Old Tang's cell phone ran out of battery. He leaned on the motorcycle seat and played with his old cell phone with a black screen and no battery.

Lu Mingfei and Fingel said they would pick him up in person, but he actually just wanted to ask if there was a driver there who was free to pick him up. He was willing to pay. In terms of price, private pick-up was not necessarily better than aid agencies. It should be cheap, but no record will be left, just in case there are any clues implicating him later.

Old Tang shared the download link of the navigation software shared by his employer. Lu Mingfei agreed and told him to wait where he was and he would come right away.

He hid in the shade of a tree and looked up at the sky. There was not a single cloud in the sky, just like a blue sea.

The last cicada chirping of summer lingers in my ears.

There is a thirteen-year-old cicada in North America. The larvae burrow into the ground after they hatch.

They spend most of their lives underground, surviving by sucking the sap from tree roots.

In the thirteenth year after hatching, nymphs of the same cicada emerge from the ground at the same time, emerge, mate, lay eggs, and then die within four to six weeks.

The eggs hatch and burrow into the soil, waiting for the next thirteen years.

Old Tang watched a documentary on TV in a mahjong parlor. Thirteen Years Cicadas have been dormant underground for thirteen years just for a few short weeks. That is their only purpose of living.

What about him? What is he living for? Live just for the sake of living?

He still hasn't figured it out, but when he heard that someone had traveled thousands of miles to pick him up in a car, he suddenly felt that living seemed pretty good.

Thanks to "Yiye Qingshang" for the 100-point reward, and "Book Friends 160801145901238" for the 100-point reward.