Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

"Ouch, you can hear me saying bad things about you from behind from such a distance, but why can't you hear when those Celestial Spirit Abacus jingles and prepares to trick you?"

"Are you in a hurry?"

"Are you unhappy that my dark history was revealed?"

"How about I say more, so that you can turn your grief and anger into strength, break through the seal and regain your freedom?"

Seeing that the behemoth had regained its consciousness, Xia Di not only did not restrain himself, but even had the momentum to intensify the attack. Lu Mingze's eyes twitched as he listened to the verbal attack, for fear that the dragon opposite him would bite them both together. Several planets were swallowed into his belly.

"Shut up." There was a hint of anger in the dragon's eyes, stopping Xia Di's subsequent unwarranted smear campaign.

"Why are you calling me?"

Hearing this, Lu Mingze realized that it was not the starry sky dragon who projected his will into his brother's dream after realizing that someone was saying bad things about him, but the unscrupulous guy in front of him who took the initiative to dial the other party's number.

He just said, how could someone in this world come light-years away to find out what was going on and even take revenge because someone else was saying bad things about him behind his back? That would be too petty and shameless.

Xia Di, who was quarreling, raised her eyebrows and glanced at the little boy beside her from the corner of her eye, with an unknown sneer appearing at the corner of her mouth.

"It's okay, there's just a silly kid here who has the same problem as you. I want you two to get to know each other, and share your experiences of being imprisoned and having your blood drawn for experiments, and see how you can successfully escape from prison in the shortest time."

"..."x2

Xia Di put her arms around Lu Mingze's thin shoulders and showed off to the dragon as if they were good friends: "Come, let me introduce to you. This is my good boy Lu Mingze. You can soak in mercury and enjoy it every day." The joy of an arrow piercing the heart.”

Then he pointed at the majestic dragon and introduced: "Naruzawa, that guy's name is Aurelion Sol. He is nicknamed the Dragon King of Casting Stars. Even though he is tall and big, he is actually not very smart. You can Call him Uncle Saul or Uncle Stupid.”

"..."x2

How long are you going to keep playing with this joke?

Spider-Man messes with you and tells you his hellish jokes every day? !

Can there be more Batman ones? I want to see Lu Lincheng be shot to death randomly!

Lu Mingze dried up in silence and regretted being impulsive. If it happened again, he would never cooperate obediently.

Putting aside Xia Di's hand on his shoulder, the little boy's over-stressed golden eyes returned to pale gold, and he saluted in a very gentlemanly manner: "Hello, Mr. Saul."

After confirming with his eyes that he was someone who could not be defeated, Lu Mingze acted extremely humble and polite, fearing that the dragon opposite him would be as petty as an unscrupulous writer. After all, those who are close to red are red and those who are close to summer are dark, so they had to be on guard.

But fortunately, the Star Casting Dragon King's temperament is not so wild and unruly, and his voice has a hint of gentleness. I wonder if he has found a victim who shares the same problem: "Hello, polite little dragon."

Even though he was separated by countless dimensions, Aurelion Sol could still tell at a glance that this human cub was actually a dragon. Nothing but familiarity.

The two of them are fellow inmates...ah, no, they are both fellow inmates. They should have many things in common, but because there is an inhumane guy next to him who wants to listen with great interest, naturally he doesn't want to let him see the joke. .

What's more, in terms of their strength and Xia Di's description, their treatment is completely different.

Lu Mingze could vaguely sense that the cracked crown on the forehead of the Star Casting Dragon King contained some mysterious restrictions, but he felt that it should not be able to restrain this Dragon King with the power of casting stars. There should be other things restricting it. Looking at each other.

Obviously his guess was correct. Aurelion Sol's next words were full of resentment, and the target of the complaint was Xia Di: "If they weren't worried about breaking your toys, those despicable protoss would have already I crushed him to pieces."

An unscrupulous author spread his hands and said, "Do you blame me?"

"I still say the same thing. Don't blame society for memorizing. Practice more. If your brain is not good, watch more brain teasers."

"Obviously you are too embarrassed to break the situation violently because you feel embarrassed. It's no big deal to put the responsibility on me. I won't take the blame."

"And the toy I made is so strong, as long as you don't use the star pendant, it will fall apart on its own, right?"

Upon hearing this, the Star Casting Dragon King retorted: "That's what you asked me to take care of back then. If this dragon hadn't kept his word and everyone knew it, how could those cowardly little men have the chance to harm me!"

Lu Mingze listened beside him and was confused. He didn't know what the toy they were talking about was, but in any case, it couldn't be the transformer of Kamen Rider and Ultraman.

"Okay, stop quibbling here." Xia Di waved her hand to stop the meaningless argument and patted Lu Mingze on the head: "I still have something to deal with, so please share it with me, a good boy like me. Feng’s little trick, by the way, arrange the meeting gifts and so on.”

With that said, he did not wait for the reaction of both parties, and disappeared from the place, leaving Lu Mingze and Aurelion Sol with their small eyes wide open.

After a long silence, it was the Casting Star Dragon King who finally spoke first: "So, are you really Xia Di's youngest son?"

Lu Mingze: "..."

I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!

Thor's huge dragon eyes stared at the boy who was as weak as a little bean sprout and continued to ask: "Where is your brother? Is he as malnourished as you?"

“…He’s having growing pains.”

…

Putting aside the teasing between Uncle Long and Nephew Long, we synchronized our gaze with Xia Di.

While it was late at night in China, it was just past noon in the United States on the other side of the ocean.

Located in the Bronx in northern New York, this is the area with the most parkland among the five boroughs of New York. The residents are mainly residents of African and Latin American descent, with fewer Asians.

Of course, the crime rate in the Bronx is among the highest in the country. Before 1990, it was an out-and-out hotbed of criminals. Arson cases often occurred in residential areas, forcing the New York City government to crack down hard on evil.

But just as the town where the University of Chicago is located is a lawless area where gangs are rampant, the Bronx has also given birth to many key schools.

In this area, there is a school that is about to enter the ranks of century-old schools - Riverdale Country School, referred to as Riverdale School.

This coeducational day college preparatory school was founded in 1907 and is the largest campus in the area. Its teaching scope covers kindergarten, elementary school, junior high school and high school.

The surrounding environment of River Valley School is extremely beautiful, which can be said to satisfy many Muyang dogs’ stereotypes about American universities.

The 28-acre community has complete buildings, teaching and entertainment facilities, which can fully meet the various needs of students. At this moment, two tall men and a slightly shorter but imposing young man have quietly arrived. .

The handsome guy with golden hair shook his backpack and asked the Asian young man with black hair and dark eyes in a very exaggerated tone: "Hey Yuan, do you know why our gun only has thirty bullets?"

The super perception brought by the imperial bloodline made Yuan Zhisheng aware of the malicious intentions in Jin Mao's words, so he just shook his head and said nothing.

Since the last time he had a physical fight with the News Department, he learned from other students that the people here are very weird, and he would not dare to let them go if they were in the Sheqi Ba family. The type who goes out for fear of disturbing the guests.

Wayne, who tried to demonstrate gunfighting skills with a Desert Eagle, had already been trained into the shape of a sand sculpture just a few days after joining the Department of Public Information. The golden retriever in front of him was said to be the most feared sand sculpture in the Department of Public Information, even if he was close to him. There was a risk of contracting the Sand Sculpture virus, so during the period from Kassel College to New York for a mission and then back, he would never say a word to the other party unless necessary.

Fingel glanced at Russell's backpack and said helplessly: "I guess if Yuan answers, then your next question is why there are three magazines."

"As expected of the minister, you understand me!"

"Don't tell hell jokes all day long, or you'll be deported." Fingel sighed, wanting to greet the restless parents in the execution department again.