Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

After closing the door, Lu Mingfei stood for a while. Mai Shutoku's last words rang in his ears, so he must have been trusted.

It’s because I’m here that you choose to get drunk and let your guard down.

Responsibility?

Lu Mingfei walked towards Eliyi's ward.

After two days of rest, Eriyi had recovered more than half of her body. When Lu Mingfei came in, the girl was half lying on the bed, holding a handheld device and concentrating on it.

He didn't even respond when someone opened the door.

Lu Mingfei moved a stool to the bedside and picked up an apple and a fruit knife. At this moment, something suddenly seemed to emerge from the deepest part of his mind, and a strong sense of déjà vu filled Lu Mingfei's heart.

He thought hard.

Unfortunately, nothing came of mind in the end.

Lu Mingfei shook his head, the sense of déjà vu disappeared.

The ocean of consciousness foamed, and the foam exploded, making a sound.

"Go to Tokyo..."

"Go to Takamagahara..."

The few words he said when he just woke up echoed in Lu Mingfei's heart. Maybe the answer to everything lies in Gao Tianyuan. It doesn't matter, he is about to go anyway.

Lu Mingfei came back to his senses, and then he noticed something unusual in the ward. It was so quiet here, and the battle sound effects from the handheld device disappeared.

Eriyi sat obediently on the bed, folding her hands and pressing the quilt, with expressions like "I'm so good" and "Eriyi didn't do anything bad" written all over her face.

Lu Mingfei scanned the quilt at Eliyi's hand without leaving a trace. There was a protrusion there. It was too obvious. The handheld device was right here. But seeing Eiliyi seriously pretending to be a good child, Lu Mingfei Fei Fei felt that he needed to respect the girl's efforts, such as pretending that he didn't notice it.

To be honest, this kind of thing is really difficult and challenging for Lu Mingfei.

Trying to look away from the place where the handheld phone was buried, Lu Mingfei asked Eryi how he felt, but he didn't say anything. Lu Mingfei had prepared pen and paper before he came, and the two used this to communicate.

Lu Mingfei writes one sentence, and Hui Liyi writes one sentence. However, Lu Mingfei often has to wait for a long time, because Hui Liyi has too many things to say. Every time it is the girl's turn to write, the writing feels like it has grown in her hand. It’s the same thing, and I’m so excited that I can’t stop writing.

Lu Mingfei didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He wanted to say, "Please stop, stop, let me write a few sentences." But looking at Eli Yi's excited face, Lu Mingfei couldn't say anything.

Yuan Zhisheng rubbed his eyebrows. This was an empty corridor, and he could finally show some fatigue. The seat of the head of the family is not easy to sit in. Rights are often equated with responsibilities. Of course, unless you are determined to mess up. .

There is no doubt that Yuan Zhisheng is not a person who is willing to live in ruins. He has ambitions. Yuan Zhisheng hopes that the Sheqi family can reach a higher level in his hands. Therefore, the responsibility attached to the title of "parent", Yuan Zhisheng There is no way to escape, you must bear it.

There were too many people before, the heads of the family, and his retainers. Yuan Zhisheng couldn't show his fatigue in front of so many people. The head of the family was their soul and backbone. Anyone could fall, but Yuan Zhisheng couldn't.

Now I can finally rest and take a breath. Being next to loved ones is always the best way to soothe tiredness. The same goes for Minamoto. She was out on a mission, so he wanted to come and find Eri.

But when he reached the door of the ward, Yuan Zhisheng's footsteps stopped.

He stood for a while, keeping his footsteps to a minimum, like a cat, approaching quietly.

Yuan Zhisheng looked inside through the viewing glass window of the ward door.

His pupils shrank, and his hands unconsciously placed on Spider Kiri and Doji Kiri.

What did Yuan Zhisheng see!

His Eriyi smiled so happily that even Minamoto had never seen such an expression before. She could almost... almost use the word happiness to describe her.

And the instigator of all this, the hateful wild boar spirit that humped his little cabbage, was also laughing!

Yuan Zhisheng stared at Lu Mingfei. At this moment, all kinds of impulsive thoughts flashed through the mind of the young head of the Eighth Sheqi Family. Various S-level ways of death also appeared in front of Yuan Zhisheng's eyes. There was no need to start a war. Yuan Zhisheng didn't care, now he just wants the S-class to die as soon as possible! The sooner the better!

Lu Mingfei looked back and saw no one outside the door.

"What's wrong, Mr. Lu?"

Hui Liyi wrote on the paper and held it up for Lu Mingfei to see.

"fine."

Lu Mingfei took the pen and paper and wrote a reply.

Yuan Zhisheng leaned his back against the wall, raised his head, and looked at the ceiling.

Various expressions flashed across everyone's eyes.

Too complicated, too much.

Even Yuan Zhisheng himself couldn't explain exactly how he was feeling now.

It was as if some very important treasure was about to leave him.

The most helpless thing is that Yuan Zhisheng can only watch and can do nothing else.

After all, this treasure had its legs swollen up and fluttered away with the wild boar spirit. What could Yuan Zhisheng do? What else could he do? He could only watch Xiaobaicai run away and say something at the same time.

"Slow down and be careful not to fall."

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head, his joy of becoming the head of the eight Sheqi families and reaching the top of the Japanese mixed race race was all gone.

In the final analysis, it is still not as good as Eri Yi’s smile.

It's a pity that this smile is not for me.

Yuan Zhisheng left quietly again. He felt that he needed to find someone to have a drink with. Speaking of Zhisheng, where was that boy? He should be back soon, Yuan Zhisheng sent a message to Zongnu.

On the other side, the residence of the head of the Ryoma family.

It is really unimaginable that the head of the Ryoma family, one of the eight Sheqi families and a high-ranking member of the Air Force, lives in such an ordinary apartment building.

The water in the bathroom was flowing loudly, and the head of the Ryoma family was holding tea, feeling unable to calm down for a long time.

He tried not to look in the direction of the bathroom.

After all, the one who was there was the younger brother of the current parents.

Compared with the complicated mood of the head of the Longma family, the young girl is much more relaxed.

He was even humming.

The young girl holds the knife carefully.

His cargo was still wailing.

No matter how many times, it’s really touching.

The childish girl thought.

The vitality of hybrids is really amazing.

The tape that stuck to his mouth was pulled away, and the goods' wailing sounds turned into meaningful pleas for mercy.

"you ask me!"

"You asked!"

"What do you want to know!"

"I said it all!"

"hurry up!"

"Please kill me!"

The childish girl raised her eyebrows.

"Ouch."

"Aren't you willing to die rather than obey?"

"I remember, I asked you about it at the beginning."

The young girl said it very seriously. After all, he has never had the habit of lying to a dead person. In any case, this is too immoral. The young girl despises this kind of person. Anyway, you think people are going to die. Let him know the truth. What's wrong with death?

Time went back, and after receiving the order from the elder Yuan Zhisheng, the young girl escorted the head of the Longma family home. At the door, the head of the Longma family gave the young girl a look, and he noticed that someone had come in.

The young girl nodded to show that she understood, and he tilted his head. The head of the Ryoma family understood this and took a step back, ready to admire the grace of the eldest brother.

"anyone there?"

The childish girl rang the doorbell, very politely.

"There's a package for you!"

The head of the Longma family:...

Why are your elder brothers so unreliable!

The door opened.

The black gun pointed at the two people outside the door.

The face of the head of the Longma family changed, and he subconsciously touched his hands to his waist, while he lowered himself and prepared to make an evasive maneuver.

"Nice to meet you."

The childish girl bowed slightly.

The Longma family took the initiative to make a meal.

No shots were fired,

Inside the door, a man in a suit held a gun with both hands, pointing at the two of them respectively, but he made no next move, just like a frozen doll. The head of the Ryoma family looked into his eyes, blank and blank, as if he was sinking into the deepest place. Deep dreams.

"As expected of my brother, I guessed it right."

The young girl smiled and said to the head of the Ryoma family.

"Look, the king is about to attack you."

The head of the Ryoma family nodded reluctantly, his expression a little stiff.

So weird.

What kind of spiritual power does this patriarch's younger brother, no, this new head of the Orange family possess?

"Please come in, Ryoma-senpai."

The young girl who had already entered the room waved behind her.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

The young girl looked very concerned.

"No, that, I mean, no, thank you."

The head of the Ryoma clan bowed to the young girl.

The palms of my hands were covered in cold sweat.

The moment he passed by the gunman, the head of the Longma family observed the gunman's convulsing muscles from the corner of his eye. His heart sank, and he became a little more wary of the young girl's possible words.

The head of the Longma family did not forget to close the door.

The young girl snapped her fingers.

It's like flipping a switch.

The gunman's whole body was shaking like an electric shock. The next moment, the gunman collapsed on the ground, sweating all over his body, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Hello."

The young girl is even still using honorifics.

"Excuse me, can you tell me your name?"

The gunman's limbs were trembling, his pupils were dilated, and he was obviously unable to answer the childish question.

"What a shame."

The childish girl sighed.

"It seems that you need some treatment."

The young girl politely asked the owner of the Ryoma family for his opinion. After getting the consent, the young girl dragged the gunman to the bathroom with a broom.

The head of the Ryoma family looked at the gunman who looked like a rag in silence. At this moment, he suddenly and strangely felt a trace of sympathy for the guy who had tried to kill him not long ago.

It's too awful.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

Lu Mingfei noticed the look in Patriarch Longma's eyes and quickly understood the meaning, so he apologized.

"I'm sorry for staining your floor and broom."

"Let me change it for you."

The head of the Longma family felt that he should smile and be approachable no matter what.

After all, he doesn't want to die yet.

"No... no need to."

"You're too kind."

"These are just..."

"I see!"

The young girl suddenly realized and apologized again.

"The pollution is too serious. I'd better give you another house."

"Look, is this okay?"

Facing the sincere gaze of the young girl, the head of the Longma family didn't know what to feel for a moment.

He took a deep breath and finally smiled brightly.

It is really rare that the head of the Sheqi Eighth Family, who holds a high position in the Air Force, can still show such a smile with his sterile face.

After that, it’s the girl’s personal time.

After asking a symbolic question, the girl covered the gunman's mouth with tape, and then hummed and carved.

"just kill me!"

the gunman shouted.

"Shh!"

The childish girl put her index finger to her mouth.

"be quiet."

The gunman looked at him blankly.

"That's right."

The young girl continued to admire his works.

"Come on, come on."

"It's just a few strokes away and it's done."

The gunman suffered a nervous breakdown.

"I said! I said!"

"I'll say anything!"

"Please kill me!"

"Please kill me!"

The young girl smiled with narrowed eyes and put down the knife. He was very patient and waited quietly for the gunman to quiet down.

"Ouch."

The young girl sighed.

"You make it sound like I'm some kind of murderer."

"Now I am the head of the Tachibana family of the Sheqi family."

"Never kill innocent people indiscriminately."

The gunman felt like he was sinking into a bottomless abyss, and his heart became colder and colder.

Fortunately, fortunately, God did not give up on him completely.

The gunman saw a ray of sunlight.

He heard the young girl say.

"Answer my question."

The gunman nodded like a dog.

"stop!"

The childish girl said coldly.

The gunman didn't dare to move.

He saw the young girl taking off her gloves, her clean glass-like hands, and picking up her mobile phone.

Who sent the message?

thought the gunman.

Then he was even more surprised.

Because the young girl's face actually glowed with brilliance.

The kind of happiness that comes from the heart is so contagious that even the blood drops splashed on the bathroom wall are like crystal clear red agate.

"I'll be back soon, brother."

The girl was typing and talking at the same time. Of course, the phone did not have a voice input function. The girl simply read out every word he typed. This child-like performance gave the gunman a great sense of absurdity.

He couldn't believe that this child-like guy was the same demon from not long ago.

He couldn't believe these two were the same person.

The young girl put down the phone. He was obviously in a very good mood and was more gentle to the gunman than before.

"Please cooperate, we have to move faster."

A good mood naturally needs someone to share it with, and that's how young girls are these days, he hummed and said to the gunman.

"Brother asked me to go home for dinner."

Gunner: ...

When he found the girl coming out of the bathroom, the head of the Ryoma family stood up like a spring. The speed and reaction ability he showed at this moment would definitely be an epoch-making technological achievement if realized on an airplane.

"You're fine."

The head of the Ryoma clan was talking nonsense.

"Um."

The childish girl bowed slightly.

"Excuse me, I have made a copy of the interrogation record. Please take a look."

"Where there."

The head of the Longma family quickly returned the gift.

"It's me who should thank you for your help."

The girl went out with cheerful steps. It seemed that after a long period of interrogation, our head of the Orange family not only had no psychological pressure, but was as happy as if he had won five million in the lottery.

The head of the Ryoma family, who didn't know that the patriarch had sent a message to the girl, secretly thought, of course, even if he knew, his mood might be quite subtle.

Sitting on the sofa, the head of the Ryoma family, wearing an air force uniform, was speechless for a long time. He held his mobile phone and wondered whether he should make this call.

The young head of the Tachibana family was so kind that he insisted on giving him a house. He also said that the house in this building was up to the head of the Ryoma family, and he could choose which one he liked.

I have to say that this is a gift from our eldest brother after all, so the head of the Ryoma family must be very moved.

But there is a small problem.

The head of the Longma clan frowned, somewhat unable to make a decision.

This whole building belongs to him.

Living in an apartment is a hobby, but it does not conflict with his identity as the head of the Longma family. He can live on the second floor today, the third floor tomorrow, and the basement the day after tomorrow, whatever makes him feel comfortable.

Then here comes the problem.

How can the owner of the Orange family do it and use his house as a gift to him?

The head of the Ryoma family thought about it and finally made a decision.

Sell ​​the house quickly and wait for the owner of the Ju family to sell it to you.

Trouble is trouble, but the face of the head of the Orange family cannot be lost!

His eyes seemed to be on fire, extremely determined.