Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from a Wolf

"Hahaha! Hahaha! So that's it! So that's it!" The howling cold wind drowned the figures of Lu Mingze and the girl, leaving only crazy laughter, "Brother, take your gift and wish you good luck in martial arts.

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Lu Mingfei felt a stick-like object thrust into his hand. As soon as he touched it, he knew what it was.

He is very familiar with this thing. No one is more familiar with it than him. Whether it is the size or the texture on it, he has touched it countless times in lonely nights.

That's right, that's his best partner-Kakimaru! (Have you rewarded yourself today?)

His ears suddenly became quiet, but the air became dull, and his body became tense, not because he contracted his muscles. His limbs and torso were tied up with something, and he seemed to be trapped in a cocoon.

The pupa lay stiffly on his back, it was difficult to twist his neck, his face was covered with an iron net, and a pale light shone on his face.

In such a small, depressing space, he should have felt scared, but he didn't because his partner was right next to him.

The light of the knife flashed, and the pale straitjacket was cut open along with the belts, and a dozen wide belts were neatly cut in half.

The smooth blade surface reflected Lu Mingfei's face, and his eyes looked completely different because he smelled a strong smell of blood in this room.

This is definitely not the smell of blood that can be gathered when a finger is cut by glass or a nose bleeds. People have died here, or some operations that required heavy bleeding have been performed, because this room is like an operating room.

A pale chandelier hung above his head, which was empty. The slight smell of decay and the strong smell of blood stimulated Lu Mingfei's nerves.

To the left are rows of iron shelves, piled with glass medicines. He is on a cast iron operating bed covered in yellow rust spots.

It's not surprising that there is blood in the operating room, but it is very strange when blood spatters on the curtains.

The curtain made of white hemp was stained with black stains, which were blood that had changed color after being oxidized by the air.

The straitjacket was also covered in blood, and needles were scattered on the ground.

The light was pale and depressing, reflecting in Lu Mingfei's breathtaking eyes.

The surrounding environment reminded him of a certain horror game: "Escape"

When he used to play in that mental hospital full of lunatics, he was so frightened that he screamed and could only hide in the cupboard and not come out.

He suspected that he had nightmares again. He often had nightmares in Ashina, but rarely had them after he came back.

Every time he pulled the knife out of the corpse, he felt like another resentful spirit was haunting him. In that place where dead people were everywhere, he couldn't sleep without holding the knife. Even when he fell asleep, there were still ghosts in his dreams.

All are wailing ghosts.

Pale and cold hands stretch out from hell, grab your feet and drag you down to hell together. Only when he holds the knife can he cut off all the hands of those evil ghosts, otherwise he will wake up after being dragged into the darkness.

, clothes soaked in cold sweat.

When he is alone, he rarely gets a good night's sleep. Killing people with a knife is not something that people can get used to.

Before he knows how to endure the killing, the blade cuts through the enemy's belly, and the internal organs and intestines fall to the ground with blood. You cut off the opponent's head, and the blood spurting out is like free tomato-flavored mineral water, and the head is decapitated.

Falling to the ground, with wide eyes and a ferocious expression made of pain before death, it will give you nightmares.

But everything here is so real, not like a dream at all.

Ninjas don't dwell on why they got into trouble; they first find a way out and then figure out the root cause of the problem.

Lu Mingfei knew that he was the only one in this room, and he was very used to being alone.

Searching the room for any available information, he analyzed it calmly.

There was a lot of dust on the ground. It seemed that no one had been there for a while. The blood stains on the curtains had solidified into clots. It had been at least several days, but the blood stains on the straitjacket were fresher. The blood was not his, I don't know.

Whose.

The medicine descriptions on the iron shelves are in strange words, but they are labeled in English and have numbers posted on them.

At the bottom of the iron shelf, he found a scalpel, tweezers, plastic gloves and a hat stained with blood...

There is only so much information that can be obtained. It seems that he is in an experimental base of some foreign mad scientist.

This is really a strange room. There are curtains but no windows. Behind the curtains is a hard and solid steel plate, like a cage used to trap some terrible monster.

No matter what, you can get more information by going out.

Although this iron door looks very thick, as long as it is a door, there will be gaps.

If there is a gap, it means there is a flaw, and the blade of the wedge pill is enough to protrude from the flaw.

The door may be strong, but the padlock outside the door may not be.

The wolf hung Kakimaru's scabbard on his waist. The blade of the sword was humming slightly, as if it was cheering for joy. I don't know if it was because it was back to its master, or because it was screaming for the warm blood that was about to bathe in it.

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The blizzard arrived as promised, and there was not a trace of light in the sky. The main entrance of Black Swan Port was closed, and all the doors and windows were boarded up to prevent the blizzard from affecting the atmosphere of the Christmas party.

Girls chased and played in the corridor, and boys shouted their names outside the building door.

Renata glanced at Zorro in her arms, her eyes as cold as the snow outside the window.

She tried to turn her hands into fists, but her thin arms could not feel the reassuring strength.

Beautiful girls were running past the door with dresses covering their breasts. Their skin was as white and tender as milk, and their young bodies were dazzling.

The girls kicked the boys out of the floor after they had changed because they had to change clothes and put on makeup.

The head nurse opened the suitcase in the warehouse. The doctor was also coming, but he didn't know where he went.

Beautiful clothes are displayed in boxes, and each girl can choose one.

There were black dress skirts, sundresses dyed like flowers, and translucent skirts trimmed with white lace. High heels and stockings worn by adults were also taken out.

"Khorkina, who do you want to swoon over? Yakov or Sergei?" Zhurova chased Khorkina and screamed, "If I were a boy, I would like you too!"

No. 21 Khorkina, recognized as the most beautiful girl in the orphanage. She is a head taller than Renata. She also has light blond hair, but it is longer than Renata's hair. It is combed into a long braid. She is taller than Renata.

Ta is one year older and already looks like a big girl.

Her curvy figure is very eye-catching in the white robe with the number written on it. A groove can be clearly seen between the collar, and her eyebrows are as delicate as a princess's.

"Who added thick pads to her underwear? Who learned to perm her hair? It's our Zhuwa, Zhuwa." Khorkina ran and avoided.

They were all wearing only underwear and stockings. Because they were not used to shoes with heels, they ran unsteadily. The boy downstairs heard what they said and whistled teasingly.

The dance is about to begin.