Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Moving forward an hour, a passenger plane from Beijing landed at the airport.

Passengers carrying bags and luggage filed out. Among them was a tall and burly foreign man, wearing a black baseball cap. His long silver-gray hair was tied casually with a rubber band and fell to one side of his shoulders.

"Ugh~" The strong man who had spent almost the whole day on the plane stretched, and the bones in his body kept cracking, causing passers-by to move slightly to the side, for fear that he would stretch. Too big to touch myself.

"Hey, these two bad old men spend their whole day drinking tea and picking up girls, and they don't know how to show sympathy to the executive officers at the bottom." The strong man cursed a string of curse words in German and walked towards the exit of the airport while pulling his suitcase.

This mission was a bit inexplicable. It asked him to focus on the writer who appeared next to the future junior student, and at the same time protect the junior student's safety. Is the order of the two reversed?

Shouldn't the focus be on protecting the juniors and paying attention to the writer by the way?

Tsk tsk, as expected of the Kassel Executive Department, it has never been reliable.

The strongest student in Kassel, who had not completely degenerated from a wolf into a dog, left the airport with a groan, completely unaware of the invisible person hanging behind him.

The girl carrying a small pink schoolbag walked lightly and looked curiously at the gringo in front of her.

When she dug out of the cargo hold just now, she noticed that this man smelled like Nibelungs.

After using the Word Spirit·Bloodline Jie Luo to sense it a little, I found that this guy was a mixed race with good strength, but there seemed to be something wrong with his body, and his bloodline was a bit unstable.

With the idea of ​​​​rather killing the wrong person than letting go, she followed this person, wanting to see how well the other person knew the city and whether he could provide her with some valuable clues.

However, just after leaving the airport, this person directly booked a room at the nearby Express Hotel, took a hurried shower, lay on the bed, turned on the computer, and started reading a novel. He nodded while reading, and just had to grab a pen and paper. The highlights are written down.

Xia Mi, who was peeping from the window, was speechless by this dishonest foreigner. He cursed "crazy" in a low voice and turned around to leave.

Fingel, who had no idea that he had just passed by danger, was watching "The Legend of Heaven and the Dragon Sword" with great interest, thinking that this was the only benefit of Cassel's forced popularization of Chinese.

Compared with those literary works praising love and peace, it was the refreshing novels like "The Count of Monte Cristo" that aroused his interest more. But before, an old senior from the executive department from China told him that there are many wonderful things in this magical country. It was a superb novel, and he was kind enough to give him a copy of his treasured study materials.

There is everything from the ancient dragon Jin Yong to Liang Yusheng to Lan Ling Xiao Xiaosheng. Watching these heroic and heart-stirring stories is much stronger than the simple hormonal stimulation of Playboy.

Flamel mistook me!

…

Far away in the capital, the headquarters of Dingmin Literature Publishing House is currently holding a 20th anniversary celebration party.

The host was saying congratulations on the stage, and a group of well-known authors and employees of all sizes in the audience were listening quietly, whispering to each other from time to time, and they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

And just in the middle and to the side, Lao Chen and Xiao Chen were sitting with their nervous hands nowhere to rest, not because their performance in the past few years was too outstanding and they would be called to the stage to share their successful experiences, but because someone Xia disappeared.

When Xiao Chen arrived in Beijing on the noon flight and contacted Lao Chen, he discovered that this guy had been sleeping from last night until he was woken up by his phone call, but Xia Di, who was supposed to be in the same room with him, was nowhere to be seen. .

I couldn't get through on the phone and couldn't find anyone. When I asked at the front desk, they dutifully said they couldn't reveal the guest's privacy.

If it hadn't been for the identity information of the two of them being registered when booking a room, no one would have ignored them.

After learning that Xia Di had rented a room by himself and checked out of the room in person this morning, Old Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was not kidnapped by anyone from the Chen family.

As a result, before he could take a breath, he found several unread messages on his phone. They were sent by his close friends in the capital, saying that something big had happened to the Chen family in the past two days, and asked him to pay attention. died.

Hearing these words made him tremble, thinking that yesterday's incident had been revealed, and that the people from the Zong family were coming to settle the accounts with him. However, after finding out more about it, he discovered that it was the Chen family that was being liquidated.

In the 24 hours he was sleeping, more than a dozen people died one after another in the Zong family. Except for the first few who died of homicide, the rest all died inexplicably. Now the entire Chen family is in panic. Yes, I am worried that it will be my turn next.

And because Old Chen offended the third young master of the Chen family, he did not dare to go back to the Chen family's ancestral home, nor did he dare to stay alone in the hotel, for fear that he would also fall into the underworld with a tilt of his head.

In fact, he had some doubts that it was Xia Di who did it. After all, this guy wrote "Ghost Blows Out the Lamp" with a lot of nonsense. Maybe he really mastered some secret method of curse killing. It would be very useful to run out alone after knocking him out. Maybe it was just a way of setting up an altar.

You can't just leave him as bait and run away, right? !

Xiao Chen next to him also had a sad face. As time passed by, it was almost time to see the award ceremony for the top ten most popular writers, but Xia Di was still nowhere to be seen.

If no one comes on stage to accept the award after shouting for a long time, the editor will definitely eat them both alive.

"OK, now let us announce the top ten most popular writers in 2002. They are..." The host held the microphone and looked at the card in his hand, with a cheerful smile on his face:

"Update every three days, dig a hole to bury the dead... Banana, Fenghuo... and Jiangbei, please give me a round of applause!"

When these ten pen names were read out, there was thunderous applause from the audience. Even some lucky readers who attended the ceremony could not help but take out the sacks they had prepared in advance, and only waited for the moment when security measures were relaxed to rush to the stage to randomly Catch an unlucky guy and lock him in a dark room.

Just as nine people in suits and leather shoes were laughing at each other on the stage, and Chen Xiaochen was about to take the stage to accept the award in place of the absent Xia, a handsome guy wearing a floral shirt, jeans and canvas shoes squeezed in from the outside. , trotted onto the stage:

"Sorry, something happened on the way, so I'm late."

The moment he appeared, Old Chen and Xiao Chen breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. It seemed that they no longer had to wear small shoes.

The anniversary celebration went smoothly, and in a small villa in the Chen family manor, the red-haired girl was lying on a lounge chair on the balcony, holding milk in one hand and bread in the other, eating while watching the farce in the distance.

Ever since the man who called himself Jiangbei took a photo of her this morning, the Chen Manor has never been quiet again. Either someone collapsed here or fainted there, and they will die soon.

The most interesting thing is that people kept visiting the house after noon, and then took away several family members to assist in the investigation.

Seeing the Chen family, which was built on white bones, gradually collapse, the girl wished she could get a microphone and plug it into the manor's speakers and play "Congratulations, Congratulations" on a loop all day long.

Those Chen family members who usually put their eyes above their heads and did not regard the lives of ordinary people as human beings finally got their due retribution.

What made her happiest was the framed photo in front of her.

Every time someone leaves the manor, the gentle woman in the photo changes.

At this moment, she had gone from pushing the door open to walking into the house.

"Come on, see you soon."

Just lie down and laugh (“▔□▔)/, remember to join the group~