Dragon Clan starts from digging the corner of Kassel

Although there were times when I had some unpleasant dreams and woke up due to missing key materials and failed loading, the nature of this time was different!

Urgent, he was impatient.

He is simply the king of haste.

Now can I go back to sleep and come again? At least let me know what I gave you before I wake up!!

But now Lu Mingfei really doesn't feel sleepy at all. Instead, he has a full and unique sense of transparency after a good sleep, which is simply refreshing.

He remembered reading somewhere that dreaming was actually a sign of poor sleep quality, but why did he feel better after having two such real and coherent nightmares in a row?

For Lu Mingfei now, this can only become an unsolved mystery.

Lu Mingfei scratched his messy hair in frustration, picked up the old mobile phone placed by the bedside, checked the time, and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to struggle on the bed to fall asleep.

If his aunt comes to wake him up, he will inevitably get scolded. Anyway, he is awake now, so he doesn't need to get scolded for nothing just to go back to dream...

So he carefully got out of bed, folded his quilt, walked to the bathroom and started washing his face and mouth.

After he finished washing and changed into pajamas, he heard his aunt's loud voice calling Lu Mingze to get up.

Lu Mingfei took a bag of breakfast milk that he bought for his family on his way home yesterday, bit off a small opening diagonally and held it in his mouth. He picked up his schoolbag and ran to the entrance to put on his shoes.

Then he freed his hand to take the breakfast milk from his mouth, looked back in the direction of the living room, and said something dry in his throat: "I'm going to school first!"

"Why did you get up so early today?"

The aunt who had just woken up Lu Mingze walked to the dining table and looked at each other in confusion with the uncle who was peeling the freshly boiled eggs.

However, the couple quickly put aside this brat who occasionally became a bit more diligent.

Auntie was a little worried that Lu Mingze didn't have a good breakfast, so she went to the kitchen to fry two eggs and grilled a piece of ham for her fat boy.

The uncle read the newspaper and occasionally glanced at the high imitation Montblanc watch bought in Guangzhou on his wrist, and the atmosphere in the room became harmonious again.

It wasn't until Lu Mingze yawned and walked to the living room in slippers and shouted a few words that the room became slightly noisy again.

But these have nothing to do with Lu Mingfei now.

Lu Mingfei, who was walking slowly on the road, had a dull expression on his face, his eyes were a little wandering, and he didn't care at all about what was going on at home without his aunt.

Now his mind was filled with the zombies in his dream, the double-barreled shotgun, and the appearance of that handsome but cold man.

After returning to this boring reality, even the dream full of madness and pain was suddenly beautified by the waking brain and filled with a different kind of interest.

Demons, demon hunters, apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic towns...

Stories full of fantasy filled the dry cracks in his heart bit by bit, making him feel a kind of...

An "unprecedented" "feeling".

He didn't realize that after experiencing those two fantastic and absurd dreams, something about him had begun to change.

Before the other side of the world was revealed to him, the young man was already attracted by the somewhat too real dream.

Is it because in that dream, he experienced a "fantasy color" that this stagnant reality does not have?

Or is it that the continuous life-and-death crises and near-death encounters in the dream, and the encounter with the strange demon hunter named Xixiao, caused him to have some expectations...?

Maybe it’s really the brain that beautifies the so-called dreams.

Lu Mingfei showed the wandering eyes typical of a teenager, as if he was still recalling the plot of a novel or comic in his mind.

He still thought of that "meeting gift" that he didn't know what it was from time to time.

He was so weak, and being caught by that man whose movements he couldn't see clearly, he could be said to be at his mercy... Why did he need to give him something? He couldn't say that it was the seasoning that made him more delicious.

?

hateful!

Why do you only speak half of your words!

His heart felt like it was being teased by a feather, itching uncomfortably. Lu Mingfei felt that he was hungry again after just drinking a bag of breakfast milk on the road.

The strong aroma of noodles in the southern city in the morning came from the street stalls he passed. Lu Mingfei's greed was aroused. He touched his pocket. He did have a few dollars left. Maybe he could buy some fried dough sticks and pot helmets on the way?

Anyway, he got up early today and didn't have to rush to school. It was reasonable to have breakfast on the way before going there.

But to his surprise, Lu Mingfei happened to see a familiar figure sitting on a long stool in front of a noodle shop. He hesitated for two seconds, then slipped over and stretched out his hand to say hello:

"Good morning, Brother Shun..."

"I feel better than usual. Did something good happen to me?"

Bu Shun, who was about to pick up the chopsticks, stopped what he was doing and looked curiously at Lu Mingfei, whose eyes were brightening, "... Let's eat something together?"

Lu Mingfei simply came down and sat next to him on the bench. He looked at the price list on the wall and hesitated for a moment before shouting to the boss, "Boss, let's have a bowl of Yangchun noodles!"

The boss behind the pot glanced at him, grabbed a ball of noodles from the chopping board, threw it into the pot, and shouted: "Does the guest want to order anything else?"

I'm used to shouting this sentence. Customers with money or no money all say this to save their worries.

Even if you only add one tea egg, you can still earn the price of one more egg!

"Boss, give him some tea eggs!"

Bu Shun shouted, and then before Lu Mingfei, who was looking at him, spoke, he said, "What time will school end this afternoon? Do you want to come to the Internet cafe for a while?"

Why do these words sound so like the kind of social figure who advises young people not to learn well...

After a moment of embarrassment, Lu Mingfei held back what he wanted to say and opened his mouth. After a while, he shouted:

"……Come!"

…

…

It was indeed an accident that Bu Shun met Lu Mingfei here.

He doesn't guard his only student every day, it's probably just good luck.

——After all, there is Xuefeng’s luck blessing.

Regardless of the side effects, there is nothing to say about Prince Snow's good luck.

Faos College is a big place with a lot of food, and you can get whatever you want to eat, but it is really too deserted there.

As expected, you still have to sit in the shop for breakfast, waiting for the boss to bring you the steaming noodles that have just been poured with rich aromatic broth, and eating them together with the sounds of other customers slurping the noodles will make you more appetizing.

Bu Shun picked up the noodle bowl and took a sip of the soup. He glanced at Lu Mingfei, who had his hands on his knees and looked a little embarrassed:

"It's quite early today. You don't want to have breakfast with your uncle and aunt at home so you run out alone?"