Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

When Fujiwara Kansuke found the humpback whale, the Cowherd God was kneeling in the ruins of Takamagahara and crying bitterly.

His tears seemed to never dry up.

"Store manager."

"Ah, it's Fujiwara-kun."

The humpback whale sniffed.

"I want to rebuild Takamagahara."

"Can you help me?"

Surrounded by the jidao who were in a hurry.

They held life detectors and searched for survivors under the rubble.

Yellow police tape cordoned off the area.

A circle of tents was set up on a fairly flat area.

There are women wearing coats, holding hot coffee or cocoa, sitting blankly.

No one can leave without permission.

Many of the women here are senior executives of multinational companies, and there are also celebrities. They are usually aloof, driven in and out by luxury cars, and everyone they come into contact with is greeted with smiling faces.

Now, like refugees, they stay in designated areas and are not allowed to move without authorization.

Some people want to resist, but it's useless. The one responsible for the blockade is the Sheqi Eight Family, an unheard of organization. It sounds like a mysterious force that came out of an anime novel, or a few whimsical children playing house.

But when women encounter this kind of play-house organization, they can't even make waves.

A congressman's wife called her husband. The man who usually appeared on TV with a majestic expression and always spoke the truth turned out to be ambiguous after hearing about the Sheqi Ba family.

For the first time, the congressman comforted his wife, but did not mention a word about when he would leave.

Putting down the phone, Madam finally understood that the Sheqi Eight Family turned out to be an organization that even members of Congress had to treat with caution.

The crow smoked cigarettes one by one.

He used to be Yuan Zhisheng's strategist, and he is now, but Yuan Zhisheng has changed from the young family head to the head of the family, and Crow's status has also risen.

Yuan Zhisheng has a temperament that can speak with a knife but does not open his mouth. He is accustomed to using violence. As for specific matters, he basically leaves everything to the crow.

It was fine before. What the crow needed to deal with were matters within the Executive Directorate.

Now, the whole Sheqiba family issue is coming to Crow.

Crow closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows.

He felt like his brain was going to explode.

"Eat?"

Yasha put down the bowl with a thud.

"It's been a long time since you've eaten. Take a bite."

Crow glanced at the steaming ramen on the table with a subtle expression.

"This couldn't have been done by my lord himself, right?"

The crow said this without any basis.

He still remembered Yuan Zhisheng who came to him a few hours ago and said with a serious face, preparing ramen and ramen-making tools for me.

what's the situation?

The crow couldn't understand.

Isn't his lord's lifelong wish to go to France's nudist beaches to buy sunscreen?

When did you start selling ramen?

Afterwards, a man dressed as a ramen chef gave him a detailed introduction to the specific tools needed and the specific parameters of these tools.

Damn it.

Crow, who stood at attention and bent over to listen, secretly wondered in his heart.

No matter how you look at the man in front of you, he is just a ramen chef.

When did the ramen chef become so powerful?

Crow felt that he was not facing a ramen chef.

But an emperor.

To put it bluntly.

It even feels like the person in front of him is more like the Jida Emperor than Yuan Zhisheng.

But that's not right.

How can any emperor be proficient in ramen?

Too strange.

This was what Crow thought after seeing Yuan Zhisheng walking with the ramen chef again.

They were side by side, and it seemed like the ramen chef was walking in front.

But there’s so much to deal with.

After the crow ordered him to go down, he paid no attention to it.

But he probably never imagined that he would receive a delicious ramen in the past few hours.

The crow picked up a pair of chopsticks. The noodles were chewy and there was even a chicken leg underneath, soaked in soup. It looked delicious.

"No, this was done by my lord's father."

Yasha said while eating noodles.

"Oh, that chicken drumstick was added specially for you by my master. He said you had worked hard and needed to make up for it."

As soon as the chopsticks were loosened, the noodles fell back into the bowl, splashing the soup, but Crow didn't pay attention at all. He looked straight at Yasha, all his attention was taken away by Yasha's words just now.

"What did you say?"

"My lord, his father?"

The crow's eyes are about to pop out of their sockets.

"Well, what's wrong?"

Yasha raised his bandaged head and looked at the crow strangely.

"What else happened!"

The crow is going crazy.

He jumped up, drew his knife, and looked ready to fight.

"Where is the general?"

"Where is that guy, General Wang?"

"My lord, shouldn't he be in danger?"

Yasha didn't understand what the crow was doing. He scratched his head strangely, and his hands were covered with blood.

"Where is the king general?"

"That's not what you said!"

"I didn't say there was a king general."

"My lord, her father!"

"oh!"

Yasha finally reacted.

"No, it's not."

"I mean, my lord is my father."

"Dear, biological father."

"Not a general."

The crow glared at Yasha.

Yasha responded with an innocent look, his eyes full of clear stupidity.

At least in the eyes of the crow, that's pure stupidity.

The crow pointed at Yasha. He wanted to say something, but after nodding his fingers for a long time, he still couldn't say anything.

There was no way, they had been working together for so many years, and it was not the first day that Yasha knew about anyone. If Crow got angry over the smallest things, he would probably have to kick off his legs to see the great Amaterasu.

Oh no, Amaterasu is a child born in Minamoto, which means that even if the crow dies, he still has to work hard for his lord. Thinking about it, he suddenly feels so sad.

The crow sat back in the chair, huffing and puffing, while the buyer ate the noodles.

Don't tell me, it tastes really good.

Take a firm bite of the chicken leg.

This is the concern from the lord. The crow thinks that the chicken legs are really delicious. Of course, if he can have a holiday, the crow will definitely think that the chicken legs are even more delicious.

Yes, what crows desperately need right now isn’t chicken legs, it’s a holiday.

How much he wanted to rest.

After last night, the existence of dragons could no longer be concealed. At least at the national level, the existence of dragons had become an established fact.

At present, the eight Sheqi families and the Tokyo Metropolitan Government are cooperating tacitly to block the news.

There is no need to worry about the network. Tokyo itself has limited strength, but it doesn't matter. Norma and Kaguya are there to assist.

No, judging from the actual situation, Norma and Kaguya should be the ones doing the real work, and the Tokyo Metropolitan Cyber ​​Force can only play a supporting role.

But offline, the role played by Tokyo is difficult to ignore.

Without the help of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government, the Sheqi family would be helpless to guard against dragon attacks in the area.

After all, the Eight Sheqi Families are just a Yakuza organization hidden under the water. Originally, they were indeed the uncrowned kings of this country. However, after the failure of World War II, the Eight Sheqi Families continued their downward spiral, and their control over the country was lost to the United States and the United States. Cut off from the secret party, and then concentrate on running this extreme business.

Although today's Sheqi Eight Families can still speak at the top of the country, they no longer have as much control as they did during World War II.

You know, those guys who started the war at that time had to go to the Sheqi Eighth Family to report the war situation and their next military actions to the elders at that time.

Now the Sheqi Eight Families and the Tokyo Metropolitan Government are indeed cooperating in a tacit understanding, but the troubles that are coming are not small.

Crow has a document on hand. It is a communication person sent by the Tokyo Metropolitan Government, saying it is for consultation, but Crow knows very well that the person behind this is not good.

A large part of the reason why hybrids adhere to the Abrahamic blood contract is that they understand humans too well.

Curiosity, or ambition, has driven mankind all the way to this day. Even the existence of hybrids is the product of mankind's strong ambition.

In fact, many hybrids know that dragons are both a threat and a treasure.

This world transcends ordinary ways, such as alchemy, spiritual speech, and dragon blood.

But the key to everything is dragon blood.

Dragon blood is the key to the supernatural world.

In other words, if you get dragon blood, you may achieve extraordinary things.

The word eternal life has an unparalleled temptation for human beings.

Many empires have turned from prosperity to decline because of this.

And all that is under the premise that eternal life is just an illusory legend.

What now?

The transcendent door is at hand, and never in history have we been closer to eternal life than we are today.

How could those powerful people sit still?

Crow had a terrible headache.

If this matter is not handled properly, the consequences will be extremely serious, perhaps to the point where it will be useless to kill him as a crow and then scatter his ashes.

Maybe the crow will become a sinner in history from now on.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Government took action, and the information on hand from the eight Sheqi families showed that after the dragon appeared last night, the state designated historians, paleontology experts, and occult professors.

Oh, and there's even a light novel author here who specializes in Dungeons and Dragons.

These people received mysterious calls one after another and were asked to leave by a group of people from special departments. Maybe they themselves didn't know what happened, but Crow knew it very well.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Government is using all means to analyze dragons.

From now on, history must proceed on the premise that dragons really exist.

Archeology too.

Maybe someone is attracted to dragons.

The human race only disappoints, but never disappoints.

I don’t know what information the Tokyo Metropolitan Government has obtained from the experts, but Mingwu said there is a high probability that the Tokyo Metropolitan Government has not obtained any useful information.

This is actually quite normal.

Crow has confirmed again and again that there is not a single true mixed-race on the list that Tokyo has asked to leave.

As the largest mixed-race organization in Japan, the Sheqi Eight Family is also responsible for monitoring the existence of extremely suspected mixed-races across the country.

They have an archive, which is established according to the degree of possible awakening. Among the people invited by Tokyo, there is not even one person who has a high probability of awakening, let alone a real hybrid.

Therefore, Tokyo hopes to get useful information from this group of people. The crow's comment on this is, stop dreaming.

After all, most of the hybrid scholars' research on dragons relies on imagination and my own thinking. What can a group of people who don't even have dragon blood rely on? Thinking about it, I can only dream.

Crow guessed that soon, Tokyo, which had hit a wall with experts, would find its breakthrough point here at the Sheqi Hachi Family.

In the past, the eight Sheki families have always claimed that they are descendants of dragons, but the Tokyo metropolitan area did not pay attention to this. Who would not brag about their origins? Our Majesty the Emperor also said that he is the grandson of Amaterasu!

Looking at it now, well, it seems possible that what these gangsters have been saying is true.

This is too outrageous.

Thinking of the incredible expressions on the faces of those usually aloof guys, Crow was overjoyed, which could be considered as a way to relieve his mood and relax.

Looking back, he still had to deal with these guys. Crow felt that with his education as a middle school dropout, he was truly a genius to achieve this level.

Speaking of which, those guys in Tokyo are really aggressive. The crow is very angry just thinking about it. It’s all because of the decline of the Sheqi family. If this were a hundred years ago, when you came to see our lord Minamoto Shosheng, you would all have to kneel on the ground and respect him. Paying homage and paying homage, if there is a problem with one movement, just commit suicide by committing seppuku.

Crow shook his head, picked up the big bowl and drank the soup.

He wiped his mouth.

"correct."

Crow suddenly remembered.

He slapped his head.

It’s true, there are so many things going on that I can’t even wrap my head around them.

The crow asked the leaves strangely

"You just said, the lord's biological father."

: "Well, it's my lord's father."

Crow carefully looked around and lowered his voice.

"Isn't my lord an orphan? Where did he come from?"

"oh."

Use a toothpick to pick out the leaves.

"We met during the fight last night."

"He said he was the lord's father."

"My lord has no objection either."

Yasha said, his eyes lit up as he looked out the door.

"Look, isn't that what it is?"

The crow looked in the direction of Yaksha's finger.

He jumped up from his chair in shock.

They saw their invincible patriarch, Eternal Amaterasu, wearing an apron and pushing a trolley, walking towards the eight members of the Sheqi family and the female guests who were working.

The reaction of the Yakuza was no better than that of the crows.

This was the first time that they were so close to Yuan Zhisheng.

I was so nervous that I almost had the same hand and foot.

By the way, what is the cart that everyone is pushing?

The answer was soon revealed.

Uesugoshi, who reincarnated as a ramen chef, lifted off the blanket for warmth.

Bowls of ramen are revealed.

"Come on, come on."

"Everyone has."

Uesugi was worthy of being a former emperor, and his aura was truly astonishing. With this roar, all the eyes of the ruins were focused on this side.

Uesugi smiled with satisfaction, like an old farmer seeing a good harvest in his wheat field.

He clapped his hands.

"It's time to eat!"

Yuan Zhisheng was responsible for the distribution. He stood behind the cart and handed each ramen to the visitors one after another.

There are many people coming to get ramen, including Yakuza members and female customers who are stranded here.

Uesugi is responsible for maintaining order. The Yakuza Emperor seems to have returned. Endless strength surges in this man's body. The ruthless years have to give way. Maybe this is the so-called belief. Uesugi feels that he is several years younger. The more you go, the more you can suddenly understand why Angers is still so active at the age of one hundred and thirty.

Uesugi has been watching ramen paralysis and adult magazines for these years, and he can already smell the rot in his body. He feels that he is really old. Dragon blood is not omnipotent. Even if he is as powerful as the Hidden Emperor, he cannot stop the passage of time. Erosion.

Thinking like this, Uesugoshi was actually quite peaceful in his heart. He felt that it would be good for a sinful guy like himself to die quietly and rot quietly in a dark corner where no one cares.

But it's different now.

Uesugoshi found his son.

He didn't want to die.

He wanted to watch Yuan Zhisheng get married.

There are also girls and Eri.

There are many things that Uesugoshi wants to do.

About being a father.

He had to learn this lesson all over again.

So you can't die.

Then the powerful bloodline of Yinhuang came into play.

Time seems to be flowing backwards for this old man.

Uesugi waving his arms to maintain order was even more imposing than when he spoke slowly before the general.

These two were distributing ramen, especially Yuan Zhisheng and the head of the eight Sheqi families were distributing ramen personally. Seeing this scene, Crow was so shocked that he almost lost his mind, shame! What a shame!

If this were a few hundred years ago, if the lord had deigned to do such a thing, and the writer Chen De looked on, he would have had to commit seppuku.

The crow didn't have time to think about it. He rolled out and crawled out, calling for help.

But when he went out, he could clearly see the details of Yuan Zhisheng and Uesugi Yue's togetherness.

The words to ask for help were stuck in my throat and I couldn't say anything.

Crow rarely saw Yuan Zhisheng smile so happily.

In fact, to be precise, it had never been seen before.

When he met Yuan Zhisheng, Yuan Zhisheng already thought that he had killed the girl. He fell into deep self-blame. Day by day, he was like a walking corpse. The man who once dreamed of standing at the highest point in Tokyo now has the biggest pursuit in his life: retirement. Go to a nudist beach in France to sell sunscreen.

Ridiculous and sad.

Later, in fact, it was just a few days ago that Yuan Zhisheng and Zhimu brothers met and reconciled. Only then did Crow see a real smile on Yuan Zhisheng's face.

The old Yuan Zhisheng is back.

To hell with the naturist beach and all that, he is the head of the Eight Sheqi Family, the man destined to take the Eighth Sheqi Family to a higher place.

This is probably a reflection of the inner feelings of Yuan Zongsheng for a few days.

And then there is now.

Yuan Zhisheng seemed really happy to get along with the man who called himself Yuan Zhisheng's father.

Crow can be said to be the person closest to Yuan Zhisheng.

Even closer than Sakura and Yasha.

Because he is a military advisor, Yuan Zhisheng would leave it to Wu Wu to do many things that were difficult for others to handle.

So Crow knows Yuan Zhisheng very well.

He knew that his young master, oh no, his lord, his lord was very miserable.

It's a bit hypocritical to say this. You are already the most powerful person in this country, less than ten thousand people, and now you are even the absolute emperor. Are you still talking about hardship?

But people are different.

Everyone's pursuit is different.

Whether it is bitter or not has nothing to do with the person's material conditions.

It depends on what he wants.

And how much do you want it.

You can't get something that you want extremely strongly, which is called not being able to ask for it.

The pain of childhood lies in not being able to ask for anything.

Now he and Uesugoshi share ramen together, doing the most ordinary things, but they feel happy from the bottom of their hearts.

The reason was probably because the person distributing ramen with him was Uesugoshi.

They had just seen Angers.

Ange came back from Lu Mingfei's place. He leaned against the door frame and watched the eight heads of the Sheqi family kneading dough and making ramen noodles with his former head. He smiled meaningfully.

"I've seen the head of the Uesugi family. She is fine and safe. You don't have to worry."

It turned out that Angers came here specifically to report that the two of them were safe.

Yuan Zhisheng seemed to have expected this. He nodded and continued kneading the dough. Anger's sharp eyes saw that Yuan Zhisheng's technique had some traces of Tai Chi.

It seems that when Yuan Zhisheng was studying in Kassel, one of the elective courses was Tai Chi.

Tsk tsk.

Angers was delighted.

Yuan Zhisheng is indeed an outstanding student in Kassel. He has won the highest scholarship in Kassel for three consecutive years. It is really gratifying that he has not forgotten to review the course content even after graduation.

In fact, Ange also knew that Minamoto was stimulated. Caesar played a greater role in last night's battle than him. Even his father, Uesugoshi, ran out of nowhere. Minamoto's one-on-one battle was 80% fair. Not an opponent either.

How could Yuan Zhisheng, who had a high self-esteem in his portrait, accept this?

Yuan Zhisheng has always been very proud.

Of course he also has pride.

The true royal blood, the head of the three Yuan families, and now the head of the eight Sheqi families. Looking back on Yuan Zhisheng's growth trajectory in the past few years, he is simply the template for an anime male protagonist. There is a saying in the Far East that God will give him a great responsibility. As a person, Yuan Zhisheng is the person in this sentence.

In fact, it is very appropriate to describe Yuan Zhisheng as the son of destiny.

But this is the son of destiny. In the past two years, he couldn't beat Lu Mingfei, and he couldn't beat the god. Then he discovered that the father he had trusted for many years was the villain, and he still couldn't beat the younger brother he hadn't seen for many years.

Forget it, even Caesar can't beat him now.

This sentence seems to look down on Caesar, but based on bloodline analysis alone, Caesar is A-level, and Yuan Zhisheng is the Hidden Emperor.

Yinhuang is the bloodline evaluation of the Sheqi Ba family. If it were the secret party, he would be S-level anyway.

This is Yuan Zhisheng's real idea.

So in recent years, Caesar and Chu Zihang have been quarreling in Kassel, fighting over who is the strongest in this era. Yuan Zhisheng came to the Night Watch forum in between killing ghosts, and he read it as a serialized novel.

From Yuan Zhisheng's point of view, does the strongest thing still need to be fought for? He was born to be the strongest, and that was as it should be.

After all, the only person Yuan Zhisheng really sees as his opponent is Lu Mingfei.

But today Yuan Zhisheng suddenly discovered it.

It turns out that Caesar is so strong.

And Yuan Zhisheng was surprised to realize.

I might not be able to beat it yet.

This is the most devastating.

Yuan Zhisheng quickly discovered the problem.

The bloodline Caesar is still A-level, and when fighting dragons, Caesar shows no traces of strong bloodline or speech spirit.

So the problem is definitely not here.

Then there is only one possibility left.

Martial arts.

Yuan Zhisheng had also heard about the Kyushu branch established by Lu Mingfei at the Kassel headquarters, but at the time, due to Herzog's misdirection, Yuan Zhisheng did not take it to heart.

Now it seems that a lot of time was really wasted.

If he had taken action as soon as the martial arts news spread on the Night Watch forum, Yuan Zhisheng would definitely be no worse than Caesar now.

Now Yuan Zhisheng is thinking about how to become stronger.

Martial arts is a path, not bad.

Also, Uesugoshi seems to have a solution.

When Ange came here, he not only brought them news about Eliyi's safety, but also told them his guess.

"Do you still remember the batch of genes you sent to Germany?"

Uesugi tried hard to remember.

"Oh, I have an impression."

"What are you talking about, the plan to continue the emperor's blood..."

Speaking of this, Uesugoshi's face turned dark.

Those plans are really stupid.

At that time, the Eight Sheqi Family found out that there was still such a royal blood as Uesugoshi in the world. God knows how happy the old antiques of the Eight Sheqi Family were.

They could all laugh themselves to death.

It was originally thought that the royal blood of the eight Sheqi families had been cut off.

I didn't expect it to be continued.

They were ecstatic.

Therefore, one can imagine what kind of life Uesugi Koshi leads as the best hope of the eight Sheqi families to continue the imperial blood.

You can do whatever you want, whatever you want, the Sheqi family has only one request for Uesugoshi.

born!

Give me a baby!

As long as the royal blood of the eight Sheqi families can continue, they can't wait to find a hundred wives for Uesugoshi.

In fact, the size of Uesugi's harem group was also very scary back then.

Judging from the harem, the title of Emperor Uesugi Yoshidao is truly worthy of its name.

Unfortunately, perhaps because Emperor Uesugi's blood was so strong that he was reproductively isolated from ordinary people, Uesugi didn't care about anything in those years and just focused on having children with his harem.

It's a pity that even after Japan was defeated and surrendered, the harem's stomachs were still silent.

In those years, the Sheqi family certainly did not place all their hopes on the Uesugi harem.

Biological science has made great progress in the twentieth century.

Scientists proposed artificial insemination technology, and the eight Sheqi families took it as their choice and took a batch of Uesugi Koshi genes and sent them to Germany.

Uesugi heard about it but didn't pay much attention to it. At that time, he was not interested in these cutting-edge sciences and only thought about sleeping with beauties in the harem every day.

I just didn't expect that the technology that I once dismissed would actually come to fruition many years later, giving me great surprises.

You mean...""

Uesugoshi's hands were full of flour and he didn't bother to wipe them. He looked at Ange and then at Minamoto Chisei.

Yuan Zhisheng concentrated on using Tai Chi to knead the dough, as if he was not disturbed by external objects.

But his eyes gave him away.

Ange could tell that Yuan Zhisheng cared about this news.

"Um."

Angers confirmed Uesugoshi's thoughts.

"Brother Yuan Zhisheng is the result of your genetic experiments in Germany."

Under Uesugi's expectant gaze, Ange said those words calmly.

"They are your blood descendants."

A big stone fell to the ground in my heart.

Uesugi seemed to be thinking of Ode to Joy in his ears.

A group of naked little angels flew around him singing and flying.

Uesugoshi almost fainted from happiness.

"Then, their mother..."

Uesugi lowered his voice and paid attention to Minamoto Chisheng out of the corner of his eye.

Angers shrugged.

Feel sorry.

"I'm not a prophet.\

,""There are also things I don't know."

"I don't know the origin of their mother's genes. We have to go back to the experimental records from that year."

Angers remembered.

"By the way, maybe you can go find Herzog."

"If you can still control yourself from killing this guy when you see him."

"Herzog."

Uesugi chewed the name, looking like a beast tearing apart its prey.

From Minamoto, Norma and Kaguya, Uesugoshi already knew roughly what happened in these years.

His two sons killed each other.

Become the plaything of Herzog's ambition.

There was a fire burning in Uesugoshi's heart.

Angers was right.

Indeed, for Uesugoshi, after seeing Herzog, he had to control himself from killing him immediately.

too difficult.

Uesugoshi not only wanted to kill Herzog, he also wanted to bite off Herzog's flesh with his teeth and scrape off Herzog's bones with his nails.

Uesugi hated him more and more.

"Control your emotions, my old friend."

Angers patted Uesugoshi on the shoulder.

"Save your anger, we will have many opportunities to use it later."

Uesugoshi nodded.

"You don't need to tell me, I know it."

"correct."

"Where's Eri?"

"You said Eriyi is also my child, but they are obviously several years apart."

Uesugoshi refers to the biological brothers Eri and Minamoto.

The original child and the child are twins.

But Eriki is several years younger than them.

There is something wrong here.

Although the Minamoto brothers are the product of genetic engineering, they obviously still retain their oriental ancestry. Eri is debatable. Her red hair is too dazzling. Uesugi Koshi has never seen any oriental people with this kind of hair. hair color.

Angers picked up a bowl of ramen.

"As I said, I won't do it all."

"You might as well look for the problem of the head of the Uesugi family yourself."

Angers finished speaking and left.

Uesugi was left brooding.

Judging from Ange's attitude, it seems that Eriyi's problem is more serious than he thought.

Uesugoshi's brain, which he had not used for many years, was functioning again.

Having said that, before he left his family, he didn't use his brain very much.

Angers... Angers...

Uesugoshi pondered as he seasoned the ramen soup.

I always feel like that guy in Angers knows something, but he just won’t say it.

Damn it.

This feels too uncomfortable.

Uesugi wanted to pull Anger over and give him a good beating.

It's a pity that I can't beat it.

What should I do if it makes me feel even more uncomfortable?

"Sorry to bother you."

Angers left and came back.

"What are you doing here?"

"I forgot something."

Uesugoshi's heart moved. Yes, it seems that Angers is not hopeless. This guy finally realized that he had something to say and forgot to explain. Well, Uesugoshi fully affirmed this. He felt that he needed to tell Angers. I have changed my mind, and I even blame myself for secretly slandering Angers before. I really shouldn’t have said that.

Ange searched the table and quickly found the target. He picked up a bottle of mustard, a bottle of caviar, and a bottle of chili, and smiled and nodded at Minamoto and Uesugoshi.

"You guys are busy, I'm leaving."

Uesugoshi:……

With great perseverance, he resisted the urge to kill the guy in front of him with a kitchen knife.

"You don't have anything to say?"

"Um……"

Angers, who was holding ramen in one hand and chili caviar and mustard in the other, was lost in thought.

After finishing his contemplation, Angers looked at Uesugoshi with the impeccable smile of a British gentleman from the last century.

He gave a thumbs up.

"Your noodles are good, very delicious."

Ange left calmly, leaving Uesugi angrily chopping vegetables. He shook his head, he was an old friend of his. He hadn't seen him for many years, but why was his mood even more intense.

Angers squatted on the roadside eating ramen.

To be honest, the ramen is good, but not extremely delicious. Angers has lived for many years and has eaten all the delicacies in the world. This legendary dragon slayer has killed all dragons, but Angers has never been reduced. his quality of life.

In Ange's view, there is no conflict between enjoying life and slaying dragons. Doesn't it mean that all dragon slayers have to live like ascetics? That would be too tiring, right?

Ange put the condiments aside and ate the noodles quietly.

Food is not only about the taste, but also about the heart.

This ramen also contains a father’s full love for his son.

What a clumsy and intense emotion.

impressive.

Angers nodded as he ate.

He added mustard chili inside.

Forget it, eating emotions in food is just a plot in an anime, but it still doesn't suit me.

Angers just said, where can I eat food that will make my clothes explode?

It’s too outrageous.

Thinking of the anime series and martial arts movies he had made a while ago in order to keep up with young people like Lu Mingfei, Angre shook his head.

Sure enough, these are too difficult for a 130-year-old man.

It would be better to let him fight dragons again as a supplement to the series.

Angers ate ramen and blood flowed down the tube.

In this battle with dragons, Angers was the strongest among the four, but he was the one who was most seriously injured.

Mainly because Angers rushed too forward.

His style of play is completely life-threatening.

As long as you can kill dragons, it doesn't matter whether you survive or not.

This is probably Angers' tactical guiding ideology.

Unfortunately, not even one was left in the end.

Ange saw Minamoto and Uesugoshi pushing the cart out.

Uesugoshi also glared at Angers.

They went to the ruins to hand out ramen noodles.

The way Minamoto looks serious about handing out ramen is quite charming.

If you take a photo and send it back to the Night Watch Forum, it will definitely sell for a high price.

Uesugoshi was maintaining order.

The effect is good.

Well, they let the female guests take the lead first, and then it was the turn of the Yakuza from the Sheqi Hachi Family.

Seeing this scene, Ange smiled and nodded.

not bad.

This is what Ming Fei said. Their S-class was really a surprise. He killed five dragons in one go. Angers could see clearly, five of them.

Even in the cocoon, Lu Mingfei did not forget his compatriots. He asked several times about the resettlement situation in the ruins and considered ordinary people first, which was what Lu Mingfei repeatedly reminded.

In fact, Angers was surprised that Lu Mingfei could think of this.

The stronger a person becomes, the more he is separated from his original group. In short, Lu Mingfei is already so powerful that he no longer belongs to human beings.

The dragon horns, dragon scales, dragon claws and dragon tail still make Ange's heart tremble when he thinks about it.

Angers knew that many hybrids did not regard themselves as human beings. They considered themselves to be a higher race than humans and regarded humans as mortal beings.

This group of hybrids are also keen on slaying dragons, but their starting point is different from Angers. It has nothing to do with hatred or anything like that. They just want to be the real masters of this world and become the new dragon species after the dragon species has completely disappeared.

Someone once extended an olive branch to Angers and invited Angers to join the new world.

That was before Lu Mingfei entered school.

Angers always smiled and said nothing to such invitations.

Those people don't know.

Angers looked at them as if they were dead bodies.

Everyone knows that Angers is a dragon-slaying madman.

There are actually people who want to be dragons.

Angers had never heard such an outrageous request.

He had only one answer for this.

I will be gentler when I do it next time.

But Lu Mingfei was different.

Lu Mingfei is very powerful. He is more qualified to call himself a new dragon than any hybrid in the world.

But Lu Mingfei was never like this.

He even always thought of himself as human.

Treat ordinary people who have no dragon blood and know nothing about the supernatural as compatriots.

To be honest, this really surprised Angers.

Despite the surprise, Angers was very pleased.

Having such a Mingfei was his luck, Cassel's luck, and ordinary people's luck.

The ramen is almost finished.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't do much to begin with, and each person only got a small share. In the final analysis, although formalism deserves criticism, it has to be said that in many cases formalism is quite effective.

In the eyes of the female guests, Minamoto is Uchiha-san, who is basically the same status as Kazama Ruri. Someone can drive eight hours to Hokkaido for a piece of egg fried rice from Kazama Ruri. This shows that Uchiha-san has the same status. How precious is a bowl of ramen.

Besides, Uchiha-san gave it to you personally.

Holding the bowl, you can even feel the body heat from Uchiha-san on it.

The female guests were reluctant to eat.

They held the bowl with both hands and felt the body heat coming from Uchiha-san. All the unhappiness and resentment accumulated during this period disappeared.

And in the eyes of the Yakuza, it's even more unbelievable, who is Yuan Zhisheng! Parents, they got a dish made by the parents themselves. In ancient times, it would have been unreasonable not to give birth to children. Some of them were so emotional that they cried bitterly while eating ramen.

Uesugi Yue is very satisfied. This method of showing kindness to the subordinates has been quite effective after many years.

only……

Uesugi couldn't understand those women.

These women are not from the Sheqiba family.

What are you so excited about?

Uesugoshi always felt as if he had overlooked something.

Finally, he asked the source.

"that."

Uesugi asked.

"What does Uchiha-san mean?"

Yuan Zisheng's expression does not change.

"I have no idea."

"oh."

Uesugoshi accepted this.

Of course there is a reason for the son not to say anything. As an enlightened parent, he must fully respect his son's opinions.

But Uesugi secretly decided to investigate this Uchiha-san later. He really wanted to know about his son's past. He had already become a patriarch. It must be a magnificent story.

This Uchiha-san sounds like a super powerful title, maybe it's the honorific title Minamoto earned from his battle back then. In short, it's definitely better than me, a dad who is surrounded by women.

Uesugoshi thought so.

Yuan Zhisheng was also thinking about the same thing.

Uchiha-san.

he thought.

Do you want to silence yourself?

After the ramen was distributed, Crow brought people over to help. He was the only one standing next to Minamoto and Uesugoshi, while the other Yakuza stood far away.

"Lord."

The crow had something to report and glanced at Uesugoshi.

"you say."

Yuan Zhisheng washes his hands.

"Um."

"It's one of our own."

Uesugi was overjoyed, he was one of his own, his son said he was one of his own.

The crow nodded in agreement.

He told Gen Zhisheng about the biggest issue at the moment and negotiated with the Tokyo Metropolitan Government, which was beyond the scope of the crow's ability to handle.

Crow hopes Yuan Zhisheng can help.

After he finished speaking, the crow stood aside.

Yuan Zhisheng pondered, he was thinking.

Crow waited for Yuan Zhisheng to make a judgment, but unexpectedly, another person spoke.

"Tokyo?"

Uesugi frowned.

"Those guys dare to tell me what to do!"

"Now that guy is Ankoda, right?"

"I remembered."

"snort."

"There seemed to be this guy among the group of people who reported to me before."

"At that time, I could only kneel at the back and was not qualified to speak."

"You actually dare to challenge me!"

The crow was motionless, and his forehead was full of question marks. He couldn't understand what the old man was talking about, but he felt... it seemed like something extraordinary.

Yuan Zhisheng thought for a while.

"The Xiaotian you are talking about should be my current grandfather."

Uesugi sneered.

"Grandson?"

"My grandson has climbed to this position."

With emotion, Uesugi looked towards the crow.

"Kid."

"yes!"

The crow bowed deeply.

"Get in the car and go to Xiaoda's house."

A fierce aura rushed towards his face.

Crow's heart was racing.

He suddenly believed that the person in front of him was the lord's father.

"yes!"

crow answered loudly.

"I don't think I have to get caught."

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the helicopter flying in the sky.

"what is that?"

Uesugi narrowed his eyes.

"Relief supplies?"

"no."

Yuan Zhisheng's expression is hard to describe.

"Well, give it to someone's clothes."

This helicopter was urgently transferred by Caesar.

The purpose was to transport clothes to Lu Mingfei.

Although it was normal for Master Gattuso to send a helicopter specially for a piece of clothing, it was still somewhat wasteful. So at the strong request of Sakurai Nanami and the Miyamoto family head, Caesar reluctantly added some emergency supplies to the helicopter. supplies. .

Mainly some drugs and medical equipment.

The helicopter landed, and everyone rushed in. The pilot ran along holding the bag and handed it to Caesar with both hands.

"Please sign for your express delivery."

Caesar signed his name in beautiful cursive letters and took the clothes to find Lu Mingfei.

"Brother Lu, the clothes have arrived."

Caesar wanted to knock out the cocoon, but Lu Mingfei stopped him.

"Get out, you go out first."

Soon only Lu Mingfei was left here.

A bright light came on.

The cocoon of light turned into dots of fireflies, flying in all directions.

When everyone saw Lu Mingfei again, he was wearing a suit carefully prepared by Caesar. It was tailor-made and looked like an Assassin's Creed uniform, which was more practical.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Lu Mingfei returned to his original appearance, and he could no longer find any dragon-like characteristics on his body.

The only difference is the bronze mask in Lu Mingfei's hand.

Mai Shutoku and Potato Chip Girl could see clearly.

This is actually a complete mask.

Isn't it broken?

Has the master repaired it?

Or……

They remembered the scene when Lu Mingfei transformed into a cocoon and his green scales melted and flowed to his hands.