Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

"Let me introduce you carefully. This is the foreign language tutor I hired for you - Fingel von Flins, a top German student studying at the University of Kassel in the United States." Xia Di stood up and came to Fingel to help him. He introduced himself:

"He is proficient in Chinese, English and German, and is also an outstanding genius in the fields of mathematics and computers. If you encounter a game that you cannot clear, you can ask him to help you create a plug-in."

"I'll reiterate again, I didn't cheat!" Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes, wondering why Lao Xia Tou always had trouble with cheats. With the level of his game, Master Lu, cheating was purely affecting his performance.

Fingel, who was busy sharpening his knife, also raised his head at this time, moved his butt and turned around. Looking at Lu Mingfei, who looked ashen and gray-faced as if he had just come back from get off work in the quarry, he felt a little admiration:

After being chased by a car for a long time, he could still act like a normal person. No wonder Old Man Angers looked at him differently.

Putting down the kitchen knife, he stretched out his hand to say hello: "Hello, classmate Lu Mingfei, I will be responsible for teaching you English in the following days. You can call me Teacher Fingel, of course you can also call me Fingel."

Just now, he reached a deal with Xia Di, who was suspected of being the Dragon King. From doing a favor in exchange for forgiveness, it turned into a relationship of collaborators, with mutual benefit for everyone.

The content of the transaction included being Lu Mingfei's tutor.

Looking at Fingel, who was burly and handsome, Lu Mingfei intuitively saw what it meant to have a waist and a tiger's back. The tall foreign tutor in front of him just wore a loose fire rat fur into a slim fit. Inuyasha was as thin as a thin dog standing in front of him.

"Hello, hello, just call me Xiaolu or Mingfei." Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand to shake his hand, feeling as if his hand was completely wrapped:

"May I ask, are you also a mixed race?"

The person who can be dragged into the Nibelung by Uncle Xia must not be an ordinary person.

Fingel was not surprised that his future junior would know about the existence of hybrids. Xia Di did not shy away from bringing people into the Nibelungs. How could he hide it from him? He nodded and said: "Yes, He's just a little mixed-breed fish, no match for the guy next to you."

"Indeed, uncle is a monster." Lu Mingfei agreed very much. He originally wanted to express that Old Xia Tou was as strong as a monster. However, to Fingel's ears, this sounded like an indirect admission. Xia Di's identity as the King of Bronze and Fire.

I didn't expect that he would tell his identity to his junior. Could it be that there is also a problem with his identity?

The Dragon King's illegitimate son?

Probably not. According to the information, the junior's parents are both alumni. Could it be that the junior's bloodline is too pure and Xia Di is planning to adopt him as his adopted son?

Fingel was thinking to himself, but his face remained calm. He turned to look at the alpacas waiting to be slaughtered: "Come on, Ming Fei, choose one. Let's have a roasted whole alpaca for lunch."

He didn't know where Xia Di got so many dragon-blooded alpacas. He had just spent all his strength to subdue these beasts. Not only were they kicked all over, but even his clothes were bitten into pieces. The fragments can be said to be a heavy loss.

As for the one-eyed dragon, he just watched the show and made sarcastic remarks from time to time. Why does a mere alchemy puppet have a mouth? !

Lu Mingfei looked at the alpaca lying on the ground, feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at by more than a dozen pairs of slightly dim golden eyes. He moved closer to Xia Di and asked, "Uncle, can these things be eaten?"

He knew that there were dragon-blooded animals in this world, but he subconsciously classified them into the category of monsters. Whether in cartoons or Journey to the West, monsters are bound to eating people.

Koji-san doesn’t want to indirectly achieve the achievement of cannibalism.

"Don't worry, this is a variety I specially bred." Xia Di took out a piece of dried meat and chewed it slowly. "The meat is firm, tender and delicious, and the protein is five times that of beef."

He previously cleared the Chen family's secret research base in the capital and seized a lot of trophies, including some successfully transformed dragon-blooded creatures.

Because those dragon-blooded creatures were of mixed blood and not good enough in appearance, he killed them all and left them to the nanny group, leaving only one or two to be used as pets or to improve food for Lu Mingfei.

Originally, he planned to wait until Lu Mingfei grew up before letting him taste dragon meat, but he saw an experiment at the research base on edible dragon blood animals, and among the animals participating in the experiment, the effect of eating alpacas was The best, other mutton was too fishy, ​​pork was too spicy, beef was too hard, dog meat was too woody, cat meat was too sour... He traveled thousands of miles to Peru to catch some and transformed it himself.

So Lu Mingfei felt relieved and randomly picked an alpaca with a contemptuous expression on his face and slaughtered it.

"Okay." Fingel picked up the kitchen knife and was about to vent his anger on the unlucky guy. The next moment he found himself back in the real world.

The grass was covered with traces of damage caused by the wheels, and there were countless ruts on the dirt road. It seemed that the future student had suffered a lot when he was dragged into the Nibelungen.

Shadira pulled Lu Mingfei, who was going to watch Fingel slaughtering the sheep, and said, "Mingfei, do you want to continue the happy jeep training?"

Lu Mingfei's expression was hard to describe: "The only one who is happy is you."

At the speed of the car in hard mode, he would have to go to the hospital and lie down if he bumped into it.

But having said that, he still carried Gangnir and stood back in the circle. After all, Uncle Xia would not really let the car hit him. He wanted to improve his courage and reaction as much as possible while ensuring safety. Very meaningful.

He also didn't want to give Uncle Xia a chance to say Ultraman Seven's classic line to him in the future because he didn't work hard in training.

So when Fingel dragged the alpaca toward the lake, the jeep roared again, starting a new round of avoidance car training.

…

In the outer suburbs of Chicago, Illinois, in the United States, in a complex of medieval-style buildings hidden deep in the mountains, an old man wearing a silver-gray custom-made suit stood in front of the window, holding broken leaf black tea from the Gorreana Tea Garden in his hand, white smoke rising repeatedly. And up.

The old man wears a delicate rose on his chest, and his half-long white hair and beard are neatly and meticulously groomed. Although the years have left deep marks on his face, the lines are still clear and there are not many Age spots are common among the elderly. Anyone who sees him will say "what a handsome old man".

His posture was as straight as a sharp sword, and his silver-grey eyes reflected the scenery outside the window, as if he was remembering the beautiful past.

Picking up the bone china tea cup and taking a sip, the old man turned around and looked at the old cowboy lying on the sofa with a big belly and the smell of alcohol lingering around him. A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes:

"I remember telling you not to drink too much these days."

"Oh, I'm not drunk, I just had a drink." The old cowboy, who covered his face with his cowboy hat, burped. He reached out and stuffed the silver flask that was about to fall out of his trouser pocket into his mouth. He said drunken words vaguely:

"You know, I just like to have a couple of sips after work, but you know, I'm working almost all the time."

Seeing his older friend quibbling, the old man in a suit didn't bother to talk to him. He put down his tea cup and sat on his own office chair. He tapped the table with his index finger: "Fingel should be in place now."

"Maybe. I heard that he has become obsessed with novels recently and often stays up late reading. Maybe he hasn't gotten up yet."

"He's not like you."

"Of course he's not like me. He actually finds Playboy boring. I suspect there's something wrong with little Fingel." The old cowboy suggested that Fingel undergo another psychological test and physical examination.

"Don't doubt his professionalism, he is by far the best student."

"Oh, when the ace commissioner from the Japanese branch comes over, he won't be."

"Maybe, his current condition is a bit bad." The old man in a suit was noncommittal.

"Then you still let him go to China. Didn't you say that the guy following the S-class is a dangerous person?" Being able to appear in two places at the same time and almost destroying the Chen family, the old cowboy even suspected that he was the Dragon King's twins. Recovered at the same time.

"But he is not dangerous." The old man in a suit thought of his unknown source of information, and an intriguing light flashed in his eyes.

"He is an uncontrollable variable. I need someone to keep an eye on him, and Fingel is the most suitable one."