Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Lu Mingfei talked and talked with a slight smile.

Lu Mingze did not interrupt, but listened with interest. Although his brother's words seemed to be made up at first glance, he was happy with it.

After finishing speaking, Lu Mingze was amazed.

"Wow, brother is so powerful, even gods will accept you as their apprentice."

"That's right, the master has said that I am a unique martial arts wizard."

Lu Mingfei rubbed his nose proudly.

"So, brother, is the martial arts you learned very good?"

"of course."

Lu Mingfei suddenly laughed.

He turned his palm over and showed it to Lu Mingze.

"I have a palm technique that can drop from the sky. With one palm strike, a pond as big as the West Lake can be filled. Believe it or not."

"Wow!"

Lu Mingze applauded cooperatively.

Leng Buding asked.

"Can it destroy the world?"

"Destroy the world?"

"Yes, brother, can your martial arts destroy this world?"

"When you say that, I really haven't thought about it carefully."

Lu Mingfei pondered.

He was the best in the world in cultivation in Jiuzhou, so naturally he defeated all Wai Gang, and even killed an old Martial Saint above Wai Gang.

But when it comes to destroying the world, this is Lu Mingfei's knowledge blind spot.

As we all know, Waigang warriors are extremely destructive, but they do not fight on Kyushu. What do you think the martial arts field is for? Is it to create a convenient arena for displaying their skills? Otherwise, two Waigang warriors can fight with their hands and feet. In this battle, the winner has not yet been decided, the city is gone, and it is not known how many civilian casualties it will cause.

They are warriors who have families and friends, not immortals who cut off their mortal bonds.

The kind of ruthless person who would bury the world for the sake of martial arts was killed long before he grew up.

"Probably... ok."

Lu Mingfei was not sure.

"Brother doesn't know either?"

"It's weird if you know. Who has nothing to do to destroy the world?"

"Well, that's what dragons are like."

"Heh, let me tell you, do you know how I felt after hearing the history of dragons and hybrids?"

Lu Mingfei put his hands behind his head, nonchalantly.

"A bunch of psychos."

"Light has great power, but it doesn't have the character to match it."

"It's like a naughty kid got the Divine Light Rod. Ultraman is so powerful. Where is the partner of justice? Believe it or not, if you let the naughty kid get his hands on it, he can tear down the entire earth."

"What my brother said is true."

Lu Mingze smiled.

"Then, if you give your brother a dragon king, can you change his character?"

"Dragon King?"

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"I'm dealing with the Dragon King for no reason, why should I not do it?"

"That's it."

Lu Mingze said in a low voice.

The plan has been written.

The stage is also in place.

Destiny leads the heroes to where they should be.

The grand epic is about to begin.

Then our protagonist changed.

He tore up the script written with Little White Rabbit in a clatter, and grasped the power of Wei Li with one hand.

Enough to rewrite any tragedy in the world.

To be specific, just imagine that the protagonist ripped off the bunny ear headdress on his head, and then threw the seven swords handed over by the nanny into the trash can. With a wave of his hands, his hairstyle changed, and the golden color still stood up, and there were still... With gorgeous special effects, when it was over, he laughed and said, "You guys are very powerful. Eat my turtle style qigong."

There is a Saiyan on the battlefield of cold weapons, and he can transform. Who can bear this?

But that's not the case with the script.

Destiny says that you must leave no room for your love, and then lose it decisively, erupting when you stumble and fall thousands of feet high. With the anger and majesty of a king, step on the steps to reach the gods, and let the world sink and float in your seat.

What a wonderful and beautiful tragedy.

But our protagonist says no.

Fate could not make him bow.

Instead, he wanted to grab fate by the throat.

Boy, I don’t think your script is very good. Where is the pen? Let me replace it. How do you say that sentence? Lovers will eventually get married, right? Tragedy is beautiful. It’s too ugly to have tears shining through the beauty. .

Make me laugh.

He said.

Make me laugh!

It's nonsense. It's nonsense that makes people laugh. It has no soul, right?

This is the dignity and pride of the protagonist as a generation of nonsense emperor.

But, my dear brother.

The pen of fate is no longer in my hand.

All I can do is send the complete and powerful you to the final stage to face him.

But now, do you have such power?

Martial arts?

My dear brother.

"Let's play a game."

Lu Mingze said.

…

"Hey, come back."

The network management girl looked behind Lu Mingfei.

"Where is your brother? He was left outside again?"

"Go! Go! Go."

Lu Mingfei stamped his feet and rubbed his hands to keep warm.

"That kid has gone home. Internet cafes are not a place for children."

At this time, the sky was blue and white, and it was not yet dawn. Lu Mingfei and the network administrator girl were standing at the door of the Internet cafe. The shifts between midnight and early morning were very cold, and the humidity from the south penetrated into your bones. Lu Mingfei glanced at the thin coat The girl wears a small suspender belt and hot pants under her coat, revealing a large area of ​​young and energetic skin.

"Look again, if you look at me again, my sister will scream indecent assault."

The girl held a cigarette between her fingers and smiled.

Her smile is actually pretty, but it always feels like something is missing.

By the way, angry.

Like a delicate doll, her smile is elegant and meticulous, but lifeless.

She was probably crying in her heart.

Lu Mingfei thought.

Lu Mingze's sad face appeared in front of him again.

"Have you ever taken care of children?"

"No ah."

"Why are you asking this suddenly?"

Lu Mingfei sighed.

So worried.

"Kids are such a pain in the ass."

"They talk about playing games, but they don't even say what they are playing, and the rules are kept secret. They also swear that there will be prizes, and that my brother will definitely like it. Only a ghost would believe him."

"Hahaha."

The webmaster girl held her stomach and laughed.

"Looking at you like this, have you been tricked by your brother?"

Lu Mingfei didn't answer and just sighed.

A cigarette burned to the end. The network administrator girl looked at the gradually lighting up skyline and put out the cigarette butt in her pale hand.

There are more scars.

The girl's eyebrows were light and there was no pain. It seemed that this body was just the shell of a doll, scarred and unconscious. She just used this hard shell to come to the world for a while, while others had traveled a long distance of seventy or eighty years. During that time, she just traveled.

For tourism, twenty or thirty years is enough.

"Does it hurt?"

"fine."

The girl throws away the cigarette butt.

"got used to.

she says.

"I heard that smoking is for sobriety."

"Pain can also buy you clarity."

"So you are..."

"Hahaha."

The girl was overjoyed.

"International students are just international students. They always say things that sound awesome."

"I told you, it's a habit, you're used to it."

She waved her hands and walked back.

"It's cold outside. Come in early. My sister will treat you to instant noodles."

She wrapped her coat tightly, and her back became even thinner, like a skinny ghost.

"do not die."

Lu Mingfei said.

Is it an illusion?

The world seemed to be quiet for a moment.

Thousands of ghosts and gods paused piously.

The girl's steps paused unnaturally and her figure staggered.

"I want you to talk more."