Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

The battle lasted two and a half minutes. The timer on Leo Ultraman's chest didn't even have time to flash before Yamata no Orochi couldn't bear the whip of justice and was kicked to pieces by Leo's flying kick from the sky.

After kicking Herzog to pieces, Lu Mingfei slid on the sea for hundreds of meters, and stopped at the edge of the floating platform with Leo's signature fighting start. If he moved forward a little bit, he would break everyone's foothold, and Xia Di's raised palm would also slap him away.

Not knowing that he was only fifty meters away from being beaten, Lu Mingfei looked down at his little and big friends on the floating platform, stood up with one hand on his waist, and gave them a thumbs up with the other hand: "Aiya!"

Although there was no expression on his face, the sound was full of joy and comfort, as if he was sharing his joy with everyone.

Well, if he wasn't covered in blood, with his silver head and chest armor dyed red by blood, looking like a red devil who had just been dismembered, maybe everyone would respond kindly, and Eri wouldn't be hiding in Xia Di's arms and trembling.

Sensing the complicated gazes of his friends, Lu Mingfei was a little puzzled. He stretched out his hand to scratch his head, which was uneven for some reason. When he put it down again, there was a white neck bone with only skin and flesh left on his hand.

Lu Mingfei: (._.)

"Boom--!!!"

After realizing how much blood was stained on his body and why Eri's eyes were covered, Lu Mingfei did a backflip and plunged into the sea, floundering like a white shark in the waves, trying to wash off the filth on his body.

But at this moment, the sea was full of Herzog who was kicked by him, and the two miles around were all the ruins of ships and monster wreckage, and the deep sea was the same.

It can't be washed clean, it can't be washed clean at all!

What's worse is that just when he was thinking about changing to a cleaner sea area, the blue timer on his chest suddenly began to flash. Lu Mingfei felt that his body suddenly began to become weak and powerless, and a sense of urgency that the transformation was about to end filled his heart.

He swam up quickly after diving 300 meters deep into the seabed, but as soon as he surfaced, his body began to shrink, and finally turned into a stream of light and returned to the floating platform.

Fortunately, the special effects budget for the end of the transformation was not cut by the unscrupulous director, so he didn't have to swim back in blood, and he was still clean before the transformation.

"How is it, did you shoot it just now?" The first thing Lu Mingfei did after landing was not to care whether Herzog was dead or not, but to get close to Finkel who was holding the camera and ask if his highlight moment was recorded.

After all, this is a wonderful moment that will be played on the funeral and tombstone in the future, so it can't be sloppy!

"Don't worry, we've filmed everything. I guarantee that the fanatics of the European and American Animal Protection Association will issue a wanted order for you." Finkel responded affirmatively, and then, regardless of the surprise on Lu Mingfei's face, he re-adjusted the equipment and prepared to film another good show.

Lu Mingfei turned his head to look at Chu Zihang, but saw that his senior brother and Susie were looking at him with complicated expressions, just like Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne who were pointed at by guns in the alley, it was hard to describe.

Chu Zihang held it in for a long time, and finally said: "You played well, remember to pay attention to hygiene next time" to show encouragement. On the contrary, Caesar next to him was very excited. This elegant noble young master with thug genes in his bones came forward and hugged Lu Mingfei's shoulders, and said excitedly:

"Seriously, Lu, when are you going to come to Italy to play, I promise to arrange the most luxurious castle of the Gattuso family to welcome you, and the important members of the family will be there. They will definitely be happy to contact with young geniuses like you!"

"Well, next time, next time for sure." Lu Mingfei looked at Caesar's handsome face that was slightly flushed with excitement. He always felt that this golden-haired boy had some bad intentions, but he didn't feel any malice from him. He just thought it was his own illusion.

Dealing with Caesar who was concerned about his elders, he turned his head and looked around, but he couldn't find the shadow of the little profiteer anywhere, and he didn't know to say thank you to himself. What a proud and awkward kid.

Ignoring Lu Mingze who might be hiding in the dark and peeping, Xiaolu, the dismemberment maniac, came to Eri. At this time, the red-haired little witch was holding the big-headed bear knight in both hands, hiding behind Xia Di, with only half of her head exposed, staring at him with her big, flickering eyes.

Especially the hands that chopped off the neck and spine, which were her focus.

"OK, I'll be there soon." Xia Di hung up the phone and looked at the two little brats facing each other. The smile on his face gradually became unbridled... perverted... kind!

"Hey, kid, did you enjoy the fight just now? Did you get carried away?"

"No, absolutely not!" Although the feeling of beating Herzog just now was indeed so good that he couldn't breathe, Lu Mingfei still denied it flatly. After all, Eri's eyes were not looking at him as if he was looking at a glorious hero, but a liar who could transform into a red dismembered demon at any time:

"Just now... um, I was accidentally hit by Herzog's Senra!"

Xiaolu was quick-witted and forced the blame on Herzog. Anyway, it couldn't be washed away, so it didn't matter if it was a little more black. :

"Eri, you know me. I never abuse violence. I was really influenced by Herzog's words just now. In the illusion, I saw that you were all injured by that guy, so I was so angry that I couldn't stop..."

Eri: (ˇˇ)

The red-haired little witch secretly thought in her heart, did Sakura think she was stupid, didn't she see that Leo Ultraman's eyes were red with killing, from yellow light bulbs to red lanterns.

However, the girl thought about it carefully again and found that Ultraman's eyes did not seem to change color, so Sakura might really be affected by the illusion of that big villain.

Thinking about this, she heard Lu Mingfei saying that Leo Ultraman only fights evil monsters, will protect weak and helpless monsters, and will help them find their families. If he encounters an Ultraman who wants to beat up innocent monsters in the future, he will press the opponent to the ground and rub him hard until he recognizes right and wrong. Anyway, he is trying his best to make his image in the girl's heart become great and glorious again.

After a few words, Eri finally got out from behind Xia Di, carefully approached Lu Mingfei, raised her jade-white fingers and poked the place where she was hit by the Eight-Headed Dragon, and whispered: "Does it hurt?"

Although she couldn't see the wound, she saw it clearly just now. Leo Ultraman was also hit many times by the Eight-Headed Dragon. The sound was very loud, and it was painful to hear.

Not far away, Uesugi Yue, who had a hole in his chest, Minamoto Chisei, whose left shoulder was severely torn, and Minamoto Chijo, who leaned on him and vomited blood silently, looked down at their own injuries silently, and then looked at the kid who was obviously unharmed but said that his whole body was in pain. For some reason, his fist suddenly hardened.

Especially when he saw Eri heard Lu Mingfei shouting in pain, and grabbed his hand and blew it, saying "Fly away the pain" like in the cartoon, he was almost unable to suppress the murderous intent in his heart.

If it weren't for Angers, Yasha and Ying stopping them, they might have rushed over with knives and wanted to fight Lu Mingfei to the death.

Fortunately, this childish behavior did not last too long. Xia Di seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and directly grabbed Lu Mingfei, who was pretending to gain sympathy, and then raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Everyone present disappeared from the spot and then appeared on the wreckage of the five floating platforms.

Previously, Herzog tried to use the Word Spirit·Heaven and Earth as a furnace to fuse the wreckage of the Sumeru throne into armor. Although it ended in failure, it also successfully connected it into one, providing a new foothold for everyone.

On this platform wreckage that is infinitely close to the wasteland style, a still intact cervical vertebra connected to the ferocious dragon head, quietly lying in a big pit, the old man's face belonging to Herzog was silently staring at the rising sun in the sky, and his heart was cold and he couldn't feel any warmth...

Oh, its heart was blown up, it really couldn't feel it.

The sudden change of environment made everyone stunned for a moment, but soon they found Herzog lying there and going through the revolving lantern segment.

"He's not dead yet? Take my knife, I'm going to chop him off!" Uesugi Yue saw the head waiting for Izanami to take him to the underworld, and he got angry all of a sudden, not caring whether the hole in his chest could withstand the big move.

Before Yuan Zhisheng had time to persuade him, he saw Xia Di, who had already put on the director's vest and hat, throw his hands and throw two black and hard small wooden sticks, one of which was stuffed into the hole in Uesugi Yue's chest, and the other blocked his mouth.

"Okay, now we are going to shoot the ending easter egg - the separation of life and death under the sunset. Please cooperate with the performance, just quietly bless and don't make noise to affect the progress of the shooting, thank you."

After dealing with the idlers who affected the shooting, Xia Di gave a look to the photographer Finkel, then casually pushed open a pink wooden door and looked inside with expectation.

Seeing this, Lu Mingfei had a big question mark on his head. Let's not talk about why there is an independent wooden door here, why does this door look so familiar? And why is there a broadcast voice coming from the other side of the door, and it's in English?

"Uncle, you didn't really rob Doraemon and take away all its future props, did you?" Xiaolu complained with empty eyes, and didn't even have time to ask what the parting of life and death under the sunset was.

"That's not the case. I just borrowed its four-dimensional pocket to study it." Xia Di said, looking into the door.

"Did you return it to him after studying it?"

"..."

"Speak!" Lu Mingfei looked at the silent Xia Di, his eyes twitching, and he almost went up to grab his clothes and begged him to give him back a childhood.

Chu Zihang stood there thinking, and took out his trouser pockets as if he had discovered a new world.

"Okay, let's talk about this when we get back. The last actor is in place." Xia Di retracted his gaze from the door, pushed Lu Mingfei back and made way.

Now, everyone's eyes were focused on the pink door, waiting for the last actor to appear with curiosity or suspicion.

"Hey, you can't do this, you are breaking the law!"

Under the attention of everyone, a weak male voice came from the door, which was clearly a stern warning but sounded like a spoiled child.

As expected, his warning did not have the desired effect, and he was pushed out directly from inside. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Xia Di reached out to help him and he did not fall.

"Ah, thank you." The handsome boy who almost fell thanked him, and then raised his head and saw Xia Di's face. His expression instantly became extremely panicked as if he had seen a ghost. His legs quickly stepped back: "Why, why ... Under Yaksha's regretful gaze, the owner of the long legs did not show up, but kept stretching his legs, and hooked his black leather boots slightly, hooking the door handle as if hooking the man's heart, and closed the door.

The moment the door frame closed, the door disappeared, leaving only the tall and gentle-looking young man with glasses, looking anxiously at the sea stained red by blood and the people on the ruins, a little panicked but holding on to the momentum and asking:

"You, what do you want to do? Do you know that kidnapping is illegal? If you let me go... send me back now, I can promise not to bother with you!"

His fierce appearance and weak appearance did not scare anyone present, but everyone still looked at him curiously, not understanding why Xia Di brought an ordinary person to participate in the dragon slaying incident.

"Hey~ That hurts feelings, doesn't it?" Xia Di didn't care whether the young man was willing or not, and forcibly hooked his shoulder, saying in a brotherly tone: "Didn't I ask you to write a script for a movie before? Although your plot and ending are not to my liking, I don't mean to blame you, and I didn't even take back the deposit."

Hearing him say this, the young man with glasses felt relieved, but he still looked at Xia Di vigilantly: "Then why are you looking for me now?"

The young man with glasses still remembered that on October 1st, he was staying up late in the school dormitory to read books, and this man suddenly came to his door in the middle of the night and asked him to write an outline for a movie script.

In consideration of the generous remuneration and the metal bat that was crushed by one hand (for self-defense), he even took three days off to rush out a script that moved him so much that he was very much thinking that it would be accepted and he would make a lot of money. After the movie was released, he would become a Hollywood celebrity as a screenwriter. Countless famous directors and investors waved money to ask him to show his unprecedented talent again...

Unexpectedly, after reading the outline of the script, the other party not only criticized him harshly, but also almost pinned him to the ground and beat him up, threatening that if he wrote such a story that only had knives and lunch again, he would dye his hair with green paint that would never fade, and then give him a permanent Joker-like appearance and throw him to Gotham to fight Batman.

And in order to prove that what he said was true, the guy also dyed his roommate's dog green, the kind that could not be washed off no matter how hard he tried.

This incident made him end his dream of being a screenwriter, left him with an indelible psychological shadow, and almost made him be pinned on the bed by his 200-pound roommate, so how could he not be afraid when he saw Xia Di now?

"Don't worry, this time, I wrote a script myself and wanted you to appreciate it."

"Where's the script?" The young man with glasses looked at Xia Di, who was half a head taller than him. He couldn't tell that he had hidden the script on him.

"The scenes in the script have been filmed. You can go to the cinema to watch it when it is released later."

"Then why did you ask me to come?" The young man with glasses had disbelief on his face. How could such a large workload for a movie be completed in just a few days? He must be trying to trick him, but he had to bow his head under the eaves, especially when the other party had such a magical method to bring him directly from the United States to the sea. He could only pretend to be unaware to avoid saying something wrong and being put into a cement barrel and sunk into the sea.

"Haha, that's right. I found that the movie is not lacking in passion and friendship, but the ending is a bit too bland. I want to add some love elements to it, sublimate the theme and strengthen the depth of the plot and characters, so as to avoid being complained by the audience." Xia Di blinked his sincere eyes, "I'm not very good at this, so I want to ask you for a favor. Of course, the reward is twice as much as last time, and I guarantee that you will be satisfied." "So you asked me to help, you scared me, I thought you..." The young man with glasses breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it, and almost said what was in his heart. He quickly changed his words and patted his chest to assure: "Don't worry, leave it to me." As he said that, he stretched out his hand to signal Xia Di to take out the script quickly. His eyes, which had turned into $ shapes, were full of urgency, as if he couldn't wait to show his talent that was about to come out. However, Xia Di just smiled mysteriously, hooked his shoulder and walked to a pit in front, pointed at the long cervical vertebrae below and the hideous head with an old man's face and said:

"I invited you here not to improve the script this time, but we are missing an important supporting role. I couldn't find a suitable actor no matter how hard I tried. After thinking about it over and over again, I finally thought of you and found that you are the right person."

Upon hearing this, the young man with glasses gradually turned from flushed to pale, and then to dark green. His eyes were full of surprise and fear, and there was a hint of disbelief. He pointed at the thing that was obviously not a human and screamed: "Are you kidding, right?"

Just under his gaze of desire and hope, the man with an angelic appearance showed a smile more evil than Satan: "No kidding."

Xia Di suppressed the struggling young man with glasses with one hand, and began to tell him about his creative process. After a lot of nonsense, he said that he was inspired by Grimm's fairy tales and set the monster below as an easter egg:

As long as someone gives it a kiss of true love, it can turn from a monster back into an old man, and from then on, they can live a loving and happy life with each other.

You are repaying kindness with enmity!

A young and beautiful princess and a handsome prince can be called a fairy tale, while a male college student and an old man can only be called a horror story!

The young man with glasses, who could not escape the bondage of the strong man, was on the verge of collapse: "How could anyone give a kiss of true love to that thing? Those who can do it are the first-class warriors in the world, just like Prometheus stealing fire and Hercules completing the twelve trials."

"You are right, your courage is not inferior to those legendary figures, and even better." Xia Di patted the young man with glasses on the shoulder, "Don't worry, this is just a show, and you don't need to be sincere, just pretend."

"Then, can I take the photo in a different position?" The young man with glasses tried to struggle.

"This may not work. After all, we are a professional team, and we are playing with reality." Xia Di said, pulling over Fingel who was shooting face-to-face, and introduced him very solemnly: "This is a student of the famous German photographer, the winner of the best photographer in summer, Woziki Luan Shuode. He has rich and skilled photography skills, and he will not miss any moment of your close contact.

And this camera, with 40 million pixels of future technology, can ensure that even the movement of mites inside the pores caused by the twitching of facial muscles is clearly visible!"

Seeing that he was getting more and more outrageous, the young man with glasses looked more and more ugly. Lu Mingfei couldn't help but step forward to stop Xia Di's nonsense: "Uncle, please be quiet. Don't involve ordinary people in the affairs between the hybrids and the dragons!"

If the persecuted people were people from other countries, it would be fine, but this person was his compatriot, and the reason for being targeted was just that he didn't write the script that old Xia wanted. If he was forced to do something with Herzog because of this, it would really make people feel sorry.

When Xia Di heard this, the smile on his face gradually subsided, revealing a serious expression he had never had before: "Are you sure?"

Xiao Lu didn't know why Xia Di was targeting the young man with glasses, but he felt that if the script didn't satisfy the client, there was no need to go so far. Even if he was paid, he couldn't force him. Forced sales were not allowed. It was easy to lead children astray, and it also violated moral laws.

What's more, the holy remains were still parasitic on Herzog. If that thing sneaked into the young man with glasses during close contact, wouldn't it be a waste of time these days?

So Lu Mingfei successfully convinced Xia Di by presenting facts and reasoning.

"You said this yourself. Don't look for me if you regret it later."

"Are you kidding? What should I regret?" Lu Mingfei was indifferent. Facing the young man with glasses who praised him as a savior and wanted to put all the compliments on himself, he also waved his hand modestly, indicating that it was nothing to mention.

Just when he was thinking about asking Old Xia to take out the portal, he suddenly heard a light snort in his ear, and then his right foot uncontrollably tripped over the legs of the young man with glasses.

"Your girl is fine, but my girl still has a grudge to take, brother."

Lu Mingze's voice sounded in his mind, and the world in front of Lu Mingfei suddenly changed.

He saw a girl with golden hair dragging a boy in a sleeping bag in the snow and ice, with more than a dozen bloody sled dogs lying on the snow around them, and fighter planes in the sky were venting fire.

He saw the blonde girl holding a machine gun and shooting at the fighter planes spraying flames.

He saw the rockets flying with tail flames passing by the blonde girl and exploding behind her.

He saw the petite girl being blown away like a rag doll, and the high temperature and huge shock wave burned and fused her clothes and skin.

He saw the dying girl crying silently, hugging the teddy bear tightly and waiting for death to come.

He saw the boy wrapped in the sleeping bag stand up, with the fire of hell reflected in his golden eyes...

Scenes flashed by one after another, and finally stopped on the train track covered with ice and snow. The black-haired boy carried the blonde girl on his back and headed south.

And in the wind and snow, the girl's words seemed to echo:

"We will not abandon each other or betray each other on this journey until the end of death."

Lu Mingfei came back to his senses from the memory that did not belong to him, and found that his senior brother and Eri were looking at him with concern, and the unlucky young man with glasses had disappeared.

In the sunken pit, only Herzog, who had turned into a human corpse, was left. Next to him, a white holy corpse that looked like a facehugger lay...

The sea breeze blew, and a sentence with satisfaction and comfort came into his mind:

"See you next time, brother."