My name is Lu Mingfei, not Lu Mingfei!

Chapter 245 244. Girl’s Flower Arrangement (3)

Although dragons usually don't talk about science... they are also living things, and living things will always follow certain established laws, such as life and death.

"I am constantly dying, but I am also constantly being reborn." Xiyue said, "I am relying on my own life force to compete with Gangnir. It is hurting me endlessly, and my cells are also Endlessly reborn to fill the wounds, life and death are fighting in my body every moment. The final result will be that I lose, because my regeneration is limited, and Gangnir The wound is eternal. I seem to be talking to you normally now, but it is very likely that I will suddenly disconnect and die in the next second. I don’t know when my end will come."

"This weapon is simply a bug!"

"So you have to listen carefully. What I am going to tell you next is a weakness that only those who have personally experienced Gangnir can realize." Xiyue said, "The essence of that weapon is a branch of the World Tree. Although the branch is polished to look like a war spear, it is not hard enough. If you have a chance to face Odin and stay close to Odin, he will have no chance to throw a spear. The length of Gungnir is not suitable for riding on horseback. That is a throwing weapon, and melee combat will be very slow. Imagine a giant holding a tree stump and swinging it as fast as a sword? It can use power to accelerate in an attack, but there is no way to defend every vital part of itself in time. .”

"Actually, you tell so many stories because you want me to kill Odin, right?" Lu Mingfei looked into Xiyue's eyes, "He stole your sister's eggs, of course you have to take revenge on him."

"But I can't do it now, so I can only leave it to others." Xiyue smiled faintly. Regardless of her identity, she is actually more beautiful than Xia Mi. Her smile has the beauty of a glacier thawing and all things revived. "Everything I have is used to compete with Gangnir. I can no longer challenge Odin's power."

"Then why does it have to be me?"

"I only know you." Xiyue swam towards Lu Mingfei from the water. She smiled a little exhausted, but she still persisted, "Did you know? When the Dragon Clan opens its eyes, it is also... A child in this world. Today is no longer the era of dragons. The entire planet is your human territory. There is nothing familiar to me here. I can rely on my own intelligence and strength to get through. It’s so amazing that human fame, wealth and status are all easy for me, but these are of no use to me. I just miss my sister very much. She is the only person I know well. I wish I could close my eyes. I can see her again sometimes, that’s all.”

Xiyue gently rested her head on Lu Mingfei's shoulder and slowly closed her eyes: "Jörmungandr is still alive, she is by your side, Norton is also alive, I can feel his presence, since they are all willing to choose you , then I am willing too. If one day I suddenly die, take my dragon bones away. For any mixed race, they are extremely precious things and should be regarded as my reward."

Scattered long hair hangs on Xiyue's shoulders, her fat-like skin shows a transparent texture, and her breathing is as light as a gossamer. Lu Mingfei subconsciously wanted to open her arms and hug Xiyue. At this moment, she really couldn't feel that this girl was a dragon. She only felt that her whole body was filled with a sense of powerless exhaustion. She must have been waiting for her to wake up. Here, she stayed awake because she was afraid that if she died now, no one in the world would be able to help her.

Are dragons also innocent children? They are not the same species as humans. Killing something has no moral or right or evil constraints for them, but they also have feelings, and sometimes they may be more sincere than humans, because they have no pursuits. So the things you think about are often more pure, right?

"Have a good rest, I'll go out and take a look." Lu Mingfei gently stroked Xiyue's back, like comforting a domestic kitten.

"Well... you should be surprised. Remember to change your clothes." Xiyue said softly. She really didn't have the strength to open her eyes. Just as Lu Mingfei thought, from that day until now, not only did she He contended with Gangnir, and had been playing the responsibility of taking care of Lu Mingfei sleeplessly. He could not let Caesar and Chu Zihang come over to look at the naked body of the beautiful girl.

Lu Mingfei climbed out of the barrel and took a bathrobe from the hanger. Since there was nothing at hand, she could only dry her hair with a hair dryer and then roll it up into a small ball.

There is a long corridor outside the bathroom. The wooden boards on the wall have gorgeous patterns. The lampstands are agate-like deep red. They are not chandeliers but wall lamps, which create a low and seductive atmosphere here. To put it simply, The point is that the smell of money is everywhere, which makes Lu Mingfei think that this is probably some kind of luxurious hotel, but there is no card slot for hotels.

At the end of the corridor is an elevator. The indicator light shows that this is the F3 floor. On the bottom floor, the carved door slowly closes and the elevator rises gently. Lu Mingfei vaguely heard the boiling music coming from above. Although I haven’t seen it yet, but I already feel like it’s a very happy place.

The elevator door opened, and the deafening music almost overwhelmed Lu Mingfei's mind. Countless men and women on the dance floor were swaying to their heart's content, and even the ground seemed to be moving rhythmically. The girls are all wearing short skirts and stiletto heels, with delicate masks on their faces. Their dance partners are all young men. Some are masculine and rough and have muscles comparable to weightlifters. Some are feminine and handsome enough to play the role of Big Brother. More importantly, The way they dress, the men all have makeup on, sexy purple lips or earrings bigger than bracelets, eyelashes longer than those worn by girls, their suits are backless, but their pants are short enough to show off their lines. of……

What the hell is this? A concentration camp for sissies? Lu Mingfei felt dizzy. She really didn't expect that Xi Yue would bring her to such a place.

Lu Mingfei groped and slipped out of the dance floor. There were ring-shaped sofas and booths, filled with women in costumes. They hugged the men around them, talked loudly, raised their glasses frequently, laughed, poured wine and beat the men on the chest. When the excitement got over, they would ride on their laps and twist their waists to take pictures and make waves. The friends around them raised their mobile phones to take pictures of this not elegant scene. They didn't think it was anything at all, but instead started laughing. , took out more cards and threw them to the waiter to buy more wine.

The only ones paying the bill were the girls. The men who played with them were personable and had elegant smiles, but they didn't mean to take out their wallets. Lu Mingfei felt something was wrong.

The dance ended, and the solitary and melancholy music sounded. This is traditional Japanese classical music, which represents sadness, falling cherry blossoms, and sad things like running water. Listening to this kind of music, the crazy nightclub will be transported to you in an instant. Go to ancient Japan and listen to the era of fifty years of great dreams.

The curtain opened, and the stage slowly rose, revealing the background of mountains, flowing water, and cliffs. A man in white clothes and red hakama wore a kendo ponytail and a long sword hanging from his waist. He looked like the Kenshin of Himura, and a blower blew cherry blossom petals. Looking towards him, his big sleeves flew in the wind, revealing his well-defined forearms.

Another man slowly walked out from the side of the stage, and the audience immediately shouted "Basara King!" Basara King! scream. The man lives up to the name of King. He is naked and his tight muscles are as gorgeous as Bruce Lee. The makeup effect has added scars all over his body, combined with the unruly messy long hair and the dyed hands. With a curved long knife of blood, he took a big step and raised the gourd wine and took a swig, feeling as if I was singing to the sky and laughing to the sky.

"Ukyo, your days of threatening daimyo at every turn are over." Basara King stopped behind the man on the edge of the cliff, stretched out his right hand, "Give me Murasame."

"If you want it, you have to get it yourself." Ukyo turned around slowly, holding Murasame in his arms. His eyes had never been so stern, as if the guy in front of him was just a bluff, and he could make him change with just a few clicks. For fans, "You already know these rules."

"Ukyo! Ukyo!" The audience cheered, and many women close to the stage opened champagne and sprayed it onto the stage to cheer up.

"I knew you would say that." Basara King drew his sword out of its sheath, and the cherry blossoms cut across his blade, turning into two rotating pieces of falling cherry blossoms, which floated into the hands of the audience. Holding it felt like holding Basara King's heart was touched, and the girl held it on her chest with a happy expression.

"How many times have we fought?" Ukyo asked, his voice having the texture of an iceberg.

"I can't tell. In our childhood memories, we were always fighting." Basara King shrugged.

"You ended up becoming their lackey."

"How can I be called a lackey? Under their hands, I have status, money, and women. Isn't this the life that every man dreams of?" Basara King smiled contemptuously.

"We once swore together to cut off this miserable world, didn't we?" Ukyo's words were full of helplessness.

"Don't be stupid. How many people do you think you can save with just a knife in your hand? The daimyo has thousands of troops. Even if they line up and let you cut them one by one, you will kill them all yourself. I was shot into a hedgehog first. If I want to change the world, I can only become the master of the world, so I walked towards them. I will take away what belongs to them little by little, replace them, and become the new emperor!" Basara King! Opening his arms, he spoke loudly of his ideals in a great ode like a poet.

"You have changed." Ukyo is still as cold as ever.

"Yes, I have changed! But I think this is good! What about you? My brother, you have killed so many famous people, but the plight of the warriors and people below has not changed! Don't you understand? ?The path you chose has always been a mistake! Only by following me can you usher in a new world!"

"When you have the idea of ​​replacing them, you become the new evil dragon at that moment. I have no doubt that you will become another big name in the future, but will you still have the original intention we had many years ago? "Ukyo said, "I have seen too many people like you, and without exception, they all ended badly."

"Then we have nothing to say." Basara King's eyes were full of murderous intent. He slowly raised Dictado, "Let's settle it, Ukyo! Let's see who is qualified to become the king of the new world!"

"I'm not interested in that position, but I know it can't be you." Ukyo flicked Murasame out of the scabbard.

There was thunderous applause for a long time, and the two men danced their knives in the falling cherry blossoms. The knives moved with them, and they advanced and retreated in a controlled manner. Every time the blades collided, they would shoot out cool sparks. The dangerous cold light passed over each other's scalps. They were not using fancy tricks. It is a true fighting swordsmanship, where every blow is a life-or-death struggle.

The audience was shocked by this thrilling fight. Most of them had seen fighting performances, but they had never been as shocked as this one. It seemed that the two actors on the stage were really two brothers who were facing each other. They know each other's skills well and know where the next attack will come from. Their fighting does not need to be performed at all, they just need to swing from the heart, because they have really fought many times, and those scripts do not seem to be just Just words, more like a reenactment of what really happened.

"It's been a long time since I got excited again, Ukyo!"

"I admit that you are amazing, but can you take this move? Basara King!"

"Deep Stinger!"

"Splitting Sky Judgment·Ji!"

The two of them recited lines that were extremely embarrassing for junior high school students. If they were in Akihabara, the maid girls would cover their mouths and snicker, but here they were greeted only by the excited screams of women. Regardless of whether they are copying Sasuka and Naruto, what they admire most is the muscle lines of the two top male heroes when they swing their swords, their decisive gazes and cold coolness between the light and shadow of their swords.

When the two sides were fighting hard to separate each other, they both seemed to have come up with moves that were like special moves. Flames suddenly appeared on Ukyo's Murasame, and Basara King's sword also turned black. The two of them ran and fought fiercely with their swords. Together, the blades rubbed against each other in a stalemate. The blower turned on the wind to the maximum. Countless gorgeous cherry blossoms fell from the sky and flew in all directions to cover their figures. The cherry blossoms fell like snow. Their blades finally missed each other slowly. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Stab into the opponent's chest...

The brothers drew their knives and left at the same time, stumbling back. Their eyes were blurred, and the sprayed blood flowed all the way. They sat down weakly, but they still looked at each other with the eyes of mortal enemies. It seemed that every fateful confrontation was In this way, there is no final winner in the life-and-death battle. Two strong lights hit Ukyo and Basara King respectively, and the surrounding light sources were extinguished.

"Ah ah ah, how could it be like this? Is the duel between these two brothers finally going to end like this? Neither Ukyo, who insists on his original intention, nor Basara King, who is guilty of the following, can realize their dreams? No, absolutely not In this way, they embrace you with their hands that are used to holding murderous knives and join our ikebana. Are you willing to accept their embrace? Are you willing to use your warmth to keep this lost young man? Are you willing to work with them to realize their lifelong dream? A dream? Just tonight, right now, use your love and tenderness to let the lost young people stand up again!"

A voice that sounded like a narration came from the speakers in all directions. This scene made Lu Mingfei, who was accustomed to playing games, feel like the currency renewal interface of an arcade game. Once you lose, an animation or effort will pop up to give the protagonist The girl doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation signals you to quickly insert the coin so that you can get up and fight again.