Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

"Vodka!"

Old Tang felt that his outlook on life had been refreshed.

Han Ye guzzled vodka.

What did this remind him of?

It is comparable to Lin Daiyu uprooting the weeping willow.

Xuanzang of Tang Dynasty warmed wine and beheaded Hua Xiong.

Something is definitely wrong with the world.

"Don't talk about him anymore."

Lu Minfei let go of Han Ye, took Old Tang's suitcase, helped push it, and led the way.

"Isn't it your first time in China today?"

"Uh-huh!"

Old Tang looked around, his happy face full of admiration.

"Wow, China is developing so fast. It's much more developed than New York."

"Is that so?"

Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

"I thought foreign countries were very advanced."

"What are you going to do first?"

Old Tang curled his lips.

"It's an old building for decades, and it hasn't been renovated much. How can it compare with you?"

"Also, public health."

Old Tang said that it is hard to explain here.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Well, here's an example."

"Did you know that there are homeless people sleeping under the chairs in the subway over there?"

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes wide.

"It's unimaginable."

They had already left the airport and were standing at the taxi entrance. Lu Mingfei greeted the driver and put Old Tang's luggage in the back compartment.

Back in the car, Han Ye had fastened his seat belt in the passenger seat and stared straight ahead.

Lu Mingfei glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

He smiled at Old Tang again.

"What are you doing these days? No one can be found. Tsk tsk, look at the dark circles under my eyes. I heard that foreign countries are very open. You can't!"

"No no!"

Old Tang waved his hands in embarrassment.

"With my face, when I go to the bar, the girls think I'm here for a talk show, so I have to look at my face before opening up."

"Talk about the dark circles under your eyes."

Old Tang sighed listlessly.

"I don't know why, but I keep having nightmares lately."

"Nightmare?"

"I felt someone calling me while I was asleep."

"It's like this every night."

"I can't remember anything when I wake up."

"But it's weird."

Old Tang had a gloomy face.

"Fei Fei, I told you to help me take a look."

"Every time I wake up, my pillow is soaked."

Lu Mingfei pondered.

"Saliva?"

Old Tang blushed.

"It's a cold sweat."

In fact, what he didn't say was that cold sweat was only part of it, and it was a very small part.

More, there are tears.

It’s been almost half a month.

Every time he woke up from a nightmare, his tears soaked the pillow.

But it was barely understandable to say it was cold sweats, but to say it was tears, even Old Tang himself found it unbelievable. He didn't say it out loud mainly because he was afraid that Lu Mingfei would think too much and think that he was actually some kind of weirdo.

Old Tang knew that the world was not as peaceful as it appeared.

There are some weirdos who are beyond common sense in the dark.

He had seen many similar posts on hunter websites.

But it was deleted soon, and Lao Tang just happened to see it a few times over time.

And he himself seemed a little strange.

Half a month ago, he accepted a mission on the hunter website and went down to the tomb of an unknown pharaoh with a group. Old Tang himself was confused. Anyway, twenty people went down, and he was the only one who came out in the end.

Mission accomplished.

But since then, the nightmares have become more and more serious.

Now the Pharaoh, the Pyramid, Old Tang gets a headache when he hears it, and he doesn’t dare to go there in the short term anyway.

There happened to be a mission in China, and he also saw Fei Fei's message. After thinking about it, he set off, just to relax.

"Tell me how long you want to stay this time."

"The visa is approved for one month. The details depend on work arrangements. They said they would pick me up in three days. It's all up to you these days, Fei Fei!"

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

Lu Mingfei smiled brightly.

"By the way, did they say where they were taking you?"

"Where to go?"

Old Tang didn't think much and just blurted it out.

"It seems to be the Three Gorges, water quality inspection or something."

"Three Gorges."

Lu Mingfei's brows palpitated.

A warrior has intuition and whim.

He didn't show it on his face, but secretly wrote it down in his heart.

Three Gorges, Three Gorges.

Several people got off the car at Ruhai Supermarket.

"Buy some food first, potato chips, cola and so on. Then we'll go directly to my place later."

"As you wish, Commander..."

"Very well, my soldier."

The two of them were laughing and hugging each other.

Han Ye took a step slower and hid beside Lu Mingfei intentionally or unintentionally.

He didn't understand what Lu Mingfei and the two said, who was the commander and what was the soldier, some kind of code word for communication, similar to the tired slang term "the king of heaven covers the tiger with the tiger, and the little squirrel is shot".

He was suddenly thinking about it.

Is this really the first time these two people met? They don’t look alike at all.

The three of them had huge appetites. One was a drunkard, the other was a warrior, and Old Tang was a hunter who traveled between life and death all year round. The amount of purchases was naturally high.

The shopping guide in blue uniform hesitated to speak. She watched three big boys, each with a cart, sweeping away goods, leaving nothing behind like locusts passing through the border. She believed this news even if they said they were coming to loot.

The shopping guide is ready to call security.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm, and they paid in the end without taking out the Desert Eagle and saying, "Those who know better, raise your hands, these potato chips and spicy strips are all ours."

"I'll come, I'll come!"

"No, stop, how can I make you, a customer, pay!"

Lu Mingfei argued with Old Tang, but in the end Old Tang was defeated.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you want."

Old Tang shook his hands with a grimace.

"By the way, your hands are so strong. I really can't tell how you practice them."

Lu Mingfei was very proud.

"Hmph, I am a true martial arts practitioner. I can defeat invincible opponents in the world and suppress an entire era."

"Wow, I'm impressed!"

The purchased food filled two large bags, which were as tall as half a person. Han Ye had to lift them up one by one.

"Old Tang, do me a favor and raise one."

Lu Mingfei paid.

"okay!"

He trotted up with a smile, and showed a friendly smile to Han Ye when he got closer.

Old Tang is actually quite sensitive. Perhaps he has developed a habit of living alone for a long time. He can vaguely feel the good or bad attitude of others towards him.

So since just now, he has been thinking about what happened to Han Ye. He seemed to feel fear from this good-looking boy.

Han Ye is afraid of himself.

Old Tang really didn't understand what he, a loser who ate and waited for death every day, had to be afraid of.

Maybe today is Han Ye's special day.

This was all he could do to comfort himself.

But then I thought about it, that’s not right.

This is a boy! boy!

Old Tang coughed twice with a guilty conscience.

But before he approached, Han Ye walked to the door with his pocket in hand as if he had fled.

How embarrassing.

Old Tang thought.

Was my murderous intention as a hunter discovered?

He sighed, put his fingers through his pocket, and lifted it up.

So... so heavy!

Old Tang quickly used his hands and almost didn't spill it.

He held his pocket awkwardly and breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear. It would be hilarious if it were scattered all over the floor.

When he looked up, he saw the good-looking Han Ye looking at him in shock.

Do you dislike my weak strength?

Old Tang thought.

He looked carefully at the pocket in Han Ye's hand again.

Bigger than mine.

What a shame.

PS: The ending will come soon, and I apologize to those who are following the update. This book also starts with the Nibelungs of Bronze and Fire, but the plot will be very different from the original.

I’ll do more in the future. If I can write 8,000 words a day, the experience will probably be better.

Finally, please ask for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets, and then we will finish. The previous content can basically be used.

I wish everyone can enjoy being alone, be fearless of rumors and rumors, and be their own heroes.