Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei’s Growth Life Simulator

She jumped up and stood in front of the scholar, holding her hands behind her back and tilting her head with crooked eyebrows:

"Huh? It's true. It's exactly the same as the first time I saw you. You want to cry but you're holding it back. You want someone to take it home for no reason."

"Are you scared?"

The girl gently tiptoed, reached out and shook the scholar's head, as if she was coaxing a baby who had just returned home.

"Don't worry, even if it's hell, I will go with you, so don't be afraid."

"Not afraid. Not afraid at all." The scholar kept repeating, and couldn't help but murmur:

"I just suddenly understood why it grew four arms."

Before he turned into a ghost, he thought like this - if two hands couldn't hold her, then four hands would be enough?

"Needless to say, I guessed the secret."

The girl ruffled the scholar's hair, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed down gently.

A soft kiss with red lips, holding back his guilty and complicated tears,

The girl slowly stretched out her hand and gently held the illusory and ethereal rough palm, with a face filled with relief:

"So this time, you must hold it tight."

The girl held the scholar's hand tightly, showing her arrogance like a young lady in front of him for the first time: "Keep holding it, don't let go!"

The tone is slow and soft, slightly choked with sobs and the girl's purest longing for the future:

"Until the next life, we will look at the cherry blossoms when we are in the same household, until the next life, our childhood sweethearts will blush with shame."

tread--!

The girl held the scholar's hand and ran towards hell without any regrets, and also towards the next life:

"Hold it! We've made an appointment!"

"No matter what happens next time, no matter what happens, you are not allowed to get married. I can't get married."

"Until you watch me put on a beautiful wedding dress for you, until finally, we have a home of our own."

She wiped away her tears and showed an intoxicating smile:

"We agreed that in the next life, you will fight for me while I make tea for you."

"But you absolutely, absolutely must not be late again!"

"Yes!" The scholar choked and wiped away tears. He looked at the girl with gentle eyes, smiling softly and with tears in her eyes, and nodded fiercely.

Choking, choking, the two of them got closer and closer to the flame that burned their souls.

The pain suddenly woke the scholar up. He let go of the girl's hand and gently pushed her with the same painful expression away from the hell she was about to fall into.

And he manipulated his thin and emaciated body to lie into the fire.

The beating red burned the scholar's soul, and the pain of the people he killed reappeared in the depths of his soul.

It really hurts!

But this is a sin that he should atone for, and as a human being, he will not escape.

And as a man, how could he allow his favorite girl to be there, even for a minute and a second?

She clearly has a better place to go.

"Xiaoxia, I can't hold your hand, that's not the place you should go."

From the closed door of hell, the scholar chuckled hoarsely due to pain,

"But if we can meet again in the next life, if we can meet again, I will definitely try my best and my life to give you the most lively wedding!"

"And it will definitely not be blood color!"

He can definitely do it next time!

Four lines of clear tears flowed, intertwined, and fell into the void space.

The door that creaks shut separates hell and heaven, boys and girls.

Hell and heaven, they went to their respective places. The uncertain answer of whether they can meet each other also falls in the distant future.

Tick ​​tock——!

In reality, there is a moist smear on the broken bluestone.

"Is it raining?"

Weimingyu's ears twitched, and he couldn't help but frown and look at the sky while spreading his palms, feeling a little confused.

Or.

The burly man looked at the golden smoke flying in the air and whispered softly:

"Did you cry?"

Like a few ghosts, when you are a human being, do you also hide any stories that will never be known to the public?

Sad, you.

Damn it, no misfortune.

"Amitabha."

Bang bang bang——!

Suddenly, there was a sound of applause from the lake!

Sister Butterfly knelt next to Shi Zhifei, soaked to the skin.

Butterfly couldn't bear it anymore and kept patting Shi Xingshi's face:

"Wake up! You idiot! Don't sleep! Don't sleep!"

"Wake up! Wake up!"

"Artificial respiration!" Still Butterfly Kanae suddenly woke up and greeted Butterfly Ninja:

"Xiao Ren, don't be stunned. Come and press your chest."

"Ah? Okay! Okay!"

After saying that, Butterfly Kanae looked at Shi Xingshi's mouth with confusion, and couldn't help but lick her crystal lips with water drops.

It is the elder sister who saves the younger brother.

That's right, it was the elder sister who saved the younger brother!

Xiao Ren will get married in the future, and she cannot be allowed to do such a thing.

Thoughts were flying and her mind was made up, Butterfly Kanae gently bent down.

Unexpectedly, Butterfly Ren was so anxious that he pressed Shi Zhifei's chest flat for a while!

puff--!

Shi Tingshi was not in pain, so he squirted out a large mouthful of water, and then opened his black eyes blankly, looking right at the pink warmth and shyness.

He subconsciously looked around, and after seeing Uncle Bei Mingyu, he felt completely at ease. After his lips squirmed, he fainted again.

"What did Mingfei say?" Beimingyu rushed to the side of the three little ones, frowning and questioning.

The distance was a bit far and the voice was too low, so he couldn't hear clearly Shi Zhifei's words.

But he knew that Shi Zhifei's condition was not that bad. After all, the still healthy heartbeat could not be faked.

Butterfly Kanae wiped the water on her face without saying a word, still maintaining a smile, but her fists were clenched.

boom--!

"knife!"

Butterfly couldn't bear to kick Shi Tingfei, and collapsed weakly to the ground, looking up to the sky and cursing:

"He said sword, Nichirin sword!!!"

Why are they so worried? What the hell is this?

She was so angry!

"Yes, Xiao Mingfei is talking about the knife."

Butterfly Kanae stretched out two fingers, her squinted eyes could not see the joy, anger, sorrow and joy clearly.

"It's still two handfuls."

[CG: ‘Red Wedding’, end. 】

Lu Mingfei slowly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling strange and strange.

Weddings, marriage troubles, evil spirits, random swords and flames

I feel the same way when I see the defeated dog, and I also provide a choice. I really can win you!

Do you subconsciously regard yourself as a loser? Isn’t it embarrassing? Lu Mingfei!

Is he really the kind of person who is vaguely close to Senior Brother Chu and manages things inexplicably?

That kind of person who subconsciously protects others, fights crazily, and acts randomly, is he really him?

Isn't it because you subconsciously know that this is a game, so you let yourself go in order to achieve a perfect ending?

Just like in the King of Fighters and Star Wars, there is always an inexplicable sense of superiority.

Lu Mingfei stood up suddenly, pushed his hair back with his right hand, felt the cool breeze blowing across his forehead, and gradually calmed down.

Fortunately, the clear sword heart and the lucky A of wishful thinking are powerful, otherwise he would have failed in this simulation.

Either they were chewed like gum by ghosts, or they were thrown on rocks and laid on the floor.

Lu Mingfei, Lu Mingfei, take it easy. This time, your name is Shi Zhongfei, not Shitou Mingfei!

There is still an unpleasant feeling lingering in my chest.

Lu Mingfei knew that it was the joy brought by victory and the urge to shout, accompanied by an inexplicable desire to vent.

Suddenly, I want to run!

Suddenly, I want to shout!

Suddenly, I want to swing a knife!

He ran until he was exhausted, shouted until his voice was hoarse, and kept swinging the knife until his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift them.

He can definitely do it now!

Lu Mingfei looked out the window at the silent night, pursed his lips, and gave up the idea.

He sat on his seat skillfully, flicked the mouse, lit up the computer, and nodded to himself.

Well, forget it.

He goes out for a run and exercise at one or two o'clock, and he has no serious illness.

Suddenly, Lu Mingfei's eyes froze and he muttered to himself:

"Amitabha, Senior Brother Chu, please forgive me for not talking about you."

He suddenly recalled that the last time he contacted Senior Brother Chu at two o'clock, he seemed to have just finished training.

Sure enough, he is still far from becoming a god like Senior Brother Chu.