Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Perhaps it was a special fate. After seeing the excitement, Su Qian found a new store. Before her stools were warm, she met Lu Mingfei and his party who came to look for food.

The moment they opened the curtain, their eyes met, and all three of them showed a little surprise.

Lu Mingfei glanced around the ramen shop, which was only ten square meters. He didn't find the enthusiastic Uncle Su, and wondered: "Why are you the only one out to eat ramen?"

Uncle Su didn't look like someone who was big-hearted enough to let his daughter be alone in a foreign country. Could it be that there was some emergency?

"Something happened." Su Qian nodded. After seeing Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei, she felt like she had finally found the organization.

Compared with Mr. Sherlock, who is famous in Japan, these two peers who have communicated with each other are more trustworthy to her.

Chu Zihang noticed that her hand holding the menu was slightly hard, and he guessed that what the other party encountered might be something serious. He glanced at the ramen chef who was busy and whispered: "Have you separated from your family?"

"Roughly the same."

"Then why don't you wait in the hotel?" Lu Mingfei found a seat and sat down, picked up a menu and handed it to Eliyi, who was looking at the chef's work site, and asked casually: "Don't you know the way back? ?”

Because Su Qian's parents were still alive and they had just arrived this morning, he was not worried about her being related to Lao Xia Tou at all.

As soon as these words came out, both Su Qian and Chu Zihang fell into silence.

The former is thinking of parents whose life or death is uncertain, while the latter is thinking of some subtle things.

The Hilton Hotel provides catering services. If Susie is really separated from her family, she can wait and eat at the hotel. She can also ask the front desk to call her family to inform her whereabouts, instead of staying alone with ramen thousands of meters away. shop.

Then his eyes shifted to the box at Susie's feet. If he remembered correctly, this box should not have been there when the family checked in in the morning.

So what happened at the hotel while they were hanging out?

Whose handiwork is the crack in the safe passage wall?

At this time, Lu Mingfei gradually came back to his senses. Looking at Su Xi and Chu Zihang who were silent, he suddenly remembered that the Hummer rampage reported on the news occurred during the day, and it was very likely that the pursuer had already visited the Hilton Hotel.

But they were not in the room all day long, and there was no sign that the room had been disturbed when they came back. Combined with the fact that Susie was alone here, and there was a box at her feet specially used to hold money in the movie, his mind suddenly An extremely bad thought came to mind.

"Gudu." Lu Mingfei swallowed, his voice a little uneasy: "Um, do you need to call me to ask if you are okay?"

Susie raised her eyes, a hint of hopelessness or helplessness flashed in her eyes: "I tried, but I still can't get through."

The two brothers looked at each other after hearing this and confirmed that it was someone who was not a human being.

"Ahem, what's that? I'd like to ask, has a gang come to the door?" Lu Mingfei asked cautiously. He was very worried that it was him and others who would involve the innocent Su Qian's family. In that way, he Your conscience will feel like it is being cooked by fire.

Su Qian nodded silently, a hint of sadness appeared on the girl's beautiful face. Even now, she still doesn't know how her family was targeted by the evil forces.

The corner of Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched, wanting to tell her the truth of the matter, but he didn't know where to start. After all, he himself was confused and didn't understand what Lao Xia had been doing every day.

…

On the small street at the back entrance of National University of Tokyo, there is a wooden van parked on the street. This kind of human-powered trolley is called "ラーメン屋车" in Japan and is specially designed for selling ramen in the streets.

Naturally, there is no shortage of shops with "specialty ramen" near the University of Tokyo. Those who choose to come to Yatai Cart to eat cheap ramen are some poor students from Tokyo University. According to former seniors, the boss, known as Master Yue, has already been there. This ramen has been sold for decades and has always been well-known.

He likes to tease the clear-eyed and silly students of Dongda University. Most of the time, he makes small jokes that are not offensive, but occasionally he will talk about some colorful topics when he meets people he knows well. It seems that he is remembering his lost youth in this way.

This time period is the peak dining period. Chef Yue’s dining car is crowded with pretty and well-dressed female college students. They are wearing fashionable clothes from Uniqlo and Issey Miyake, and have hairstyles like those of Akina Nakamori and Izumi Sakai, with youthful faces. Bright and radiant makeup.

These attractive girls look like they have been dressed up carefully to go out on a date with the school's most popular baseball captain and student council. They have never been Master Yue's customers, but at this moment they are all surrounded. The eyes beside this stage car, which is only for three or four people to dine at the same time, are filled with sincere and warm emotions.

"Hey, I have to say that today's young people are indeed very brave to express their love. They are not as reserved as in our era. They would turn their ears red shyly if they hold hands." Master Yue picked up the elastic and chewy noodles and put them away. Put it into a bowl, put the cooked side dishes on the plate one by one, and then put the tonkotsu ramen, which has a simple production process, in front of the guests.

"Really, but I always feel that you, boss, were a libertine when you were young. You are the kind of love veteran who is used to rolling around among women." The guest sitting opposite Master Yue was a young man wearing a floral shirt. He has an extremely handsome face, and his half-length hair is tied into a small wolf tail at the back of his head. He looks handsome but also has a hint of cuteness.

He was not in a hurry to taste the steaming bowl of ramen, nor did he care that he was surrounded by a group of beautiful and attractive female college students. He just put his face on his hands and looked at the slightly older man in front of him.

Master Yue looks to be in his late teens, with his white hair neatly parted. He is wearing the white linen work clothes unique to ramen chefs, with a towel tied on his forehead. He looks like he has been working with ramen all his life.

"Haha, I'm just an ordinary ramen chef. The only thing I'm good at is making ramen. Girls like young, promising and handsome boys like you, not the smell of flour and tonkotsu ramen. The ramen boy.”

Master Yue laughed at himself. Maybe when there were fewer people, he would wink and say that he had really amazed the youth of countless girls, but now is really not a good time to brag to the guests. These beautiful female college students around him look like they are from Africa. A group of hyenas on the prairie, hungry, stared at a lone antelope, wanting to knock it down and feast on it.

The young diner in front of me appeared on this street three minutes ago. As soon as he appeared, he attracted the attention of everyone. In the short distance of tens of meters from the street to the yatai car, a series of people followed behind him. Girls.

They competed for the empty seats in the yatai cart. The winners were as proud as the male peacocks who had won the battle for spouses, but the losers were not willing to leave. They lifted up the dark blue cloth cover of the yatai cart and surrounded them, reluctant to leave. .

To be honest, if he hadn't sensed the power of dragon blood in the young man in front of him, Master Yue would have thought that he was actually using some special spirit of speech to control these beautiful girls.

Of course, maybe he is a popular artist launched by an entertainment company, and maybe no one among the younger generation can match him.

He hasn't paid attention to the news in the entertainment section for a long time. In his free time, Master Yue prefers to go to church to pray, do some meaningful labor, or go to an izakaya to talk to his old sweetheart about love \u0026 peace.

"There is a saying in China that heroes don't care about their origins, and gangsters don't care about their age. As long as you, the boss, have the courage to try, you will definitely get your own love." Xia Di picked up a pair of chopsticks and stirred the ramen at will, adding the ingredients. All the vegetables were mixed into the noodle soup.

"It just so happened that I met a single aunt who sells ramen yesterday. She is as old as you and still insists on setting up a stall to make money. I wonder if you are interested in teaming up with her to form a husband and wife team."

Master Yue rolled his eyes when he heard this, and thought to himself, are you here to eat or to pimp? Do you understand the simple and profound truth of the matter? Before my food enters your esophagus, you want to forcefully insert it into my life. , are you polite when you do this?

Perhaps seeing the disgust in Master Yue's eyes, Master Xia added: "By the way, that aunt also has a lovely, well-behaved and sensible granddaughter. As long as you nod your head, you will get a girl with big eyes looking up and calling you." Ogi-san's cutie."

"I'm not even a father yet. If I upgrade to a grandpa directly, I might not be able to adapt. Guest, you'd better eat the noodles quickly. It won't taste good if it's cold." Master Yue laughed, lowered his head and started to prepare the dishes for the girls on the seat. Hand-Pulled Noodle.

But just as he put the colander filled with dough into the soup pot, Xia Dina's leisurely voice came: "Are you sure?"

The three short words were like heavy stones hitting Master Yue's heart. He didn't understand why these three short words were so heavy. They were so heavy that he wanted to raise his head and then lower it to express his determination. His head couldn't move, as if he just nodded his head. You will lose something more important than life.

But he is just a bad old man who earns a meager income by selling ramen noodles. The most important thing left is the unforgettable memory in his mind, and this thing is hidden in the deepest part of his mind, locked by a rusty copper lock. Locked tightly, he would only take out the key when going to the church for mass, and use sincere and respectful prayers to wipe away the blood and sin attached to his memory, while the irreparable regret still penetrated his heart like a knife.

Master Yue's lips pursed, but he said nothing. He just raised his head and stared at the young and handsome guest in front of him, as if his soul was drawn into those eyes that were as deep as black holes that could swallow everything.

"I..." Master Yue felt that he was in the confessional of the church at this moment. The stupid mistakes he had made in the past broke through the rusty copper lock, biting his body, mind and soul like evil ghosts. And like the red lotus karma fire, it is ready to burn his decaying body, leaving the cursed soul to accept the burning of the sun.

"Haha, it seems that I came too unexpectedly, and you are not ready yet." Xia Di glanced at Master Yue, who was in a sluggish state as if he was suffering from Alzheimer's disease, and laughed as he mixed up the The tonkotsu ramen was handed to the girl on the left:

"That's it for today. I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer when I come next time."

With that said, he stood up and left. Like Moses parting the sea, the girls automatically moved out of the way and watched this angelic man leave.

After a long time, the girls who were charmed by the angel gradually dispersed, leaving behind the ramen chef who was still stunned and an empty noodle bowl without a trace of soup residue.

The colored lights surrounding the sign flashed like neon, and a boy in a simple shirt sat on the seat of the yatai car: "Master Yue, give me a bowl of ramen quickly, I'm starving to death."

This call finally awakened Master Yue, who was immersed in regret. His old face moved slightly, and his eyes with faint golden light returned to their former color: "Okay, right away."

The ramen chef looked a little pale. He took off the black towel in front of his forehead and twisted it slightly. The sweat gathered in a stream and fell to the ground, splashing a little water.

A gust of cool wind blew by, and the old man's body trembled slightly. The bone-chilling chill invaded his body through the clothes wet with sweat, reaching straight to his still strong and powerful heart.

Looking at the smooth noodle bowl, Master Yue murmured softly: "Are you a devil asking for your life, or an angel asking for death?"

…

"I am an angel among devils, so this is the way to give you a broken heart~" On the streets of Kabukicho, Xia Di, who turned off the male pheromones again, hummed while writing and drawing with a pen and paper.

Kidnapping the heroine ()

Publish newbie task()

Save the Supporting Actress()

…

After slowly writing a question mark in the parentheses behind the heroine's custody rights, Xia Di turned to the next page and muttered: "The protagonist, supporting characters and cannon fodder are all arranged, we have to see how the villain is preparing."

After the words fell, he turned into a deep alley, and his figure disappeared in the moment of being completely submerged in the darkness. When he reappeared, he was already in a splendid hall.

There are many people standing in this hall, many young and beautiful women.

They are at the most beautiful age in their lives, some are just like buds waiting to bloom, and some are as full of beauty as blooming flowers. They are so charming and charming that people want to take care of them carefully, but at the same time, they have the inexplicable desire to destroy all these beauties. impulse.

This is the property of the fierce ghosts in Shinjuku, and all those beautiful and charming girls are maids transferred from the Osaka area to serve a certain noble being.

Xia Di sat on the tatami and his eyes fell on a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old.

She was very beautiful, prettier than all the girls around her, but she did not wear delicate and charming makeup like other girls. She just stood there with some restraint, waiting for the call of the adult with her companions.

"tread"

The sound of clogs stepping on the templates could be heard on the stairs. Someone was coming down from the stairs, their footsteps rhythmic, as if they were beating a beat.