Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Half of October, which is regarded as a grand event in Asia, has passed, but far away on the other side of the ocean, America is still peaceful. Anyway, killing people here and setting fires there, gangs setting off fires and robbing banks are commonplace, and it is not possible at all. Let the free-spirited lighthouse citizens feel a little worried.

What's the old saying in China? All fear comes from insufficient firepower!

As long as you go to the weapons store frequently to buy guns and ammunition, you will never have to worry about insufficient firepower.

"boom!"

A gunshot broke the early morning tranquility on the University of Chicago campus.

But soon, the students who were awakened by the gunshots did not hear the radio and sirens, and realized that it might be the Chicago gangsters who were cleaning up traitors or undercover agents of rival gangs, so they hugged the pillows and went back to sleep.

But one person is an exception.

In front of the flashing computer, the cheerful young man raised his head, revealing his very recognizable drooped eyebrows and a pair of dark circles under his eyes that were comparable to those of a panda.

Old Tang!

Old Tang, who was studying at the University of Chicago in place of Shimura Nishihachi, rubbed his eyes tiredly and read the information all night. Although he didn't know how much he had read, he just felt that his brain was already filled with knowledge and he could not hold anything else. thing.

After checking the time, there was only one hour left before dawn. Old Tang finally couldn't help but feel sleepy, turned off the computer and fell on the bed, still muttering about why the damn employer hadn't come back yet.

As a bounty hunter, Old Tang, who had just debuted, had relatively excellent professional ethics and always completed the tasks he took on with due diligence. He was far less flexible than his colleagues who had a flexible moral bottom line.

Therefore, even though his employer told him not to worry about his grades, he still worked hard to enrich himself and help "Shimura Niihachi" to continuously improve his vision and knowledge while his academic performance declined steadily rather than plummeting.

Of course, it was definitely not because the respected teacher was deliberately targeting him and teaching him something that he couldn't understand at all in every class.

Studying is the best way to help you sleep. Only three seconds after the back of Old Tang's head touched the pillow, he immediately fell into sleep.

In this dream, there is no damn calculus or damn physical machinery, no hunter website or those weird tasks.

In the dream, he returned to his motherland, which only existed in the news. In the endlessly flowing Yangtze River, there were faint shadows of huge creatures shuttled under the river.

And in the blink of an eye, he fell into the violent current that human power could not resist, and saw the magnificent bronze city hidden under the river.

Obviously he has never seen such a great building, but he seems to have been here thousands of times, even back home, strolling leisurely in the Bronze City.

The intricate maze could not stop him. As he walked along, Old Tang came to the center of the Bronze City, the main hall where the Lord of the Bronze City sat.

What surprised him was that sitting on the throne of the main hall was an extremely thin and seemingly malnourished young man.

For some reason, the thin boy's face was covered with a shadow, making it impossible to see his true appearance.

Old Tang, who was quite observant, noticed that the thin young man who was suspected to be the Lord of Bronze City did not sit in the middle of the throne, but only occupied about one-third or less of the seat on the edge. It seemed that he was competing with the others. One person shares this throne that symbolizes power and power.

But, who is he going to share it with?

Looking at the throne and the young man, Old Tang felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, but he didn't know why this throbbing came about. Could it be that someone in his Tang Dynasty was still dreaming about the princes and kings?

Just when he was puzzled, the young man sitting on the throne spoke. His voice was not as solemn and majestic as he imagined, but a little timid, which made people feel pity. weak:

"Brother, you came to see me."

While the young man was talking, a strong mental shock hit him. Old Tang felt his head banging, and then as if he realized that he was dreaming, his brain began to swell uncontrollably, and he wanted to force it to end. Dreams return to lucidity.

But under the interference of unknown factors, he did not escape from the dream, but looked dizzy at the young man who had stood up at some point and was facing him and seemed to want to come down.

But after he showed caution, the young man put the foot he had just raised back down. He stopped there and felt a little at a loss, like a child who had done something wrong and made his brother unhappy and was afraid of being punished.

Why are you afraid? It's obvious that you did nothing wrong and I'm not angry either!

Inexplicably, after seeing this scene, Old Tang felt a sense of irritation in his heart for no reason, and wanted to reprimand him, but the moment he said it, he turned into a different kind of concern:

"Who are you and why are you here alone?"

Seeing that he was not angry, the slightly tense body of the young man in front of the throne relaxed.

Perhaps the concern in Old Tang's words was noticed, and the young man's tone was filled with joy when he spoke:

"Brother, I am Constantine. I have been waiting here for you to come back."

As soon as he said this, Old Tang's head roared again. Nothing happened. He just looked at the young man whose face could not be seen clearly inexplicably. He recalled that when he was traveling across the ocean, did one of his younger brothers accidentally fall in? Go to the sea, or stay in your hometown.

But no matter how much he searched through his memories, he still couldn't remember when he had a younger brother, so he stopped his meaningless search and asked directly:

"Why are you waiting for me to come back?"

Hear the question. The boy named Constantine shuddered almost subconsciously, his voice trembling a little, like those miserable supporting characters in a horror film set who may be taken advantage of at any time, reading lines full of flags:

"I am Constantine, I am now on a tributary at the end of the Yangtze River, and I met some very bad people, some Yangko stars.

Now I need your help, bank transfer three hundred yuan, help me return to Baidi City, do you understand what I mean?

I salute you, salute! "

Old Tang:? ? ?

His drooping eyebrows knit together tightly, and he suspected that he had been tricked.

"No, what nonsense are you talking about? Did you deceive me through telecommunications fraud?" Old Tang took two steps forward and looked directly at the young man who seemed to be frightened by his momentum. His voice was loud and full of righteousness:

"You don't pry when I'm committing fraud. I, Mr. Tang, have always kept my pocket clean. If you can swindle a penny out of my pocket, I'll call you brother from now on!"

He had learned on the Internet before that the most popular telecommunications fraud in China is to pretend to be a family member of the person being defrauded, saying that he is seriously ill and hospitalized or injured someone and needs to pay for medical expenses, so that the person who is deceived can remit money to a designated bank account. To achieve the purpose of making money through fraud.

This kind of trivial skill is only used to bully middle-aged and elderly people who care about their children and grandchildren. It is completely useless to him, a young man in society who is almost on the road of no return.

And at the moment when these words were spoken, the thin young man rushed forward as if he had been stabbed to a painful point, and became so angry that he wanted to have a real PK with him.

And just when the distance between the two sides narrowed to less than ten meters, the Bronze City suddenly began to shake, and the world was spinning as if it would collapse at any time.

Just when Old Tang saw that the situation was not going well and was about to run away, the young man's soft voice sounded again, with deep worry and reluctance:

"Brother, goodbye, be careful about that..."

Before he finished speaking, the dream completely collapsed, and Old Tang's consciousness instantly fell into a state of chaos, and he began to fall into a deep sleep.

At the same moment, Xia Mi, who had just returned home from school and happily opened the door and was about to turn on the game console to avenge his shame, sensed something was wrong the moment he rushed into the room.

The family of 3.5 people has an extra aspect that she doesn't like.

Some are familiar, some are disgusting.

Following the eye-catching and disgusting smell, she pushed open the door of the game room.

You didn't even have to go in. When you opened the door, you immediately saw a brass tank leaning against the corner, which was as tall as a person.

Xiao Longnu stood at the door, her golden eyes lit up silently, and she read out the fine lines on the surface of the brass can word by word:

"I offer my blood and bones to the great His Highness Nidhogg. He is the supreme, most powerful, and most virtuous existence, and rules the entire world with destiny - Norton."

The moment the word "Norton" came out, the brass jar that was suspected to be a Norton skeletal bottle shook slightly, seeming to have some reaction to her words.

After looking at Lu Mingfei and Balabala, who were still at the door and changing their shoes, Xia Mi thought about it and still had no intention of letting them contact the Dragon King rashly.

She glanced around the room, holding the feather duster Xia Di bought when she had a seizure in her hand, and quietly closed the door to the game room.

Although the king and the king can only decide the outcome through a bloody battle, but now she is not facing the annoying Norton, so...

"Hey hey hey, I'm going to hit ten today!"

Since there was only one Constantine, Xiao Longnu settled for the next best thing and beat him ten times and that was it.

Hearing the sound of hammering coming from the game room, Lu Mingfei took out his homework and prepared to help Hui Liyi with her homework. He raised his head in doubt and looked at the place where the sound came from in confusion: "What is Xiao Xiami doing?" ghost?"

Xia Di, who had already turned on the TV and connected to the game console, sat down on the sofa and made a comfortable posture: "She is playing Mortal Kombat."

"Playing Mortal Kombat alone?" Lu Mingfei didn't know why Xia Mi would choose to hide in the game room alone to torture humans and machines among the three fighting game masters present.

Could it be that he planned to secretly practice his special moves and prepare to catch them off guard after mastering them?

"Haha, do you think you can defeat us like this? You are still too naive."

Consciously discovering Xiao Xiami's sinister intentions, Lu Mingfei immediately took Eli Yi to catch up on homework and try to free up more game time.

He wants to prove through actual actions that there is no way to improve by honing his skills with humans and machines. He must play against powerful real players, so that he can continue to grow while being beaten and abused, and finally become the dominant boss.

Xia Di, on the other hand, was happily playing the game. A text message popped up on her cell phone at the right time. It was a transfer message from the bank. The transfer person was a retired Dragon King who was still sleeping soundly on the other side of the ocean.

Glancing at the message, he generously said: "I've made a lot of money today, and I'll treat you to a big dinner later."

As soon as these words came out, the crackling sound of the game room stopped, and the little dragon girl put out a small face full of joyful expression: "I want to eat grilled Bolong."

Although she didn't know where Xia Di found Constantine, since that guy had brought the dragon back, he would definitely not sit back and watch her act recklessly and cause trouble to the children who were not yet born/hatched.

It would be better to take this opportunity and let Lao Xiatou buy some delicious food to soothe her heavy heart after failing to break through her defenses.

After Xia Di printed, she retracted her head and continued to use the feather duster to beat Constantine's bone bottle:

"Constantine, don't hide in there and keep silent, I know where you are!"

…

On the other side, Lu Tianming, who had received Chairman Xia Di and Chairman Shao in the morning, had already returned to the villa in Peacock Residence.

No one came to greet her. It looked like Su Xiaoyan was having fun with her besties again.

I saw Chu Zihang's shoes at the entrance, thinking that his stepson, who never had to worry about him, must have been doing homework in the room.

Lu Tianming felt a little helpless when he thought of the figure who left gracefully in the morning.

Sure enough, it is not easy to deal with people from official organizations.

After Xia Di left in the morning, he and Chairman Shao handed over the suspected Dragon Clan bone bottle as soon as possible. Instead of handing it over to the Dragon Group's branch base, it was sent directly to Xia Di's home.

If they let this thing stay with them, they will only cause trouble. If word gets out accidentally, those followers of the Dragon Clan who covet the power of the Dragon Clan will definitely not give up. Even the black and white parties in the mixed-race society will target them.

In this way, the bone bottle cannot be saved, and even the home may be attacked and turned into ruins, so the best way is to hand it over.

After putting down his things, he told the housekeeper Aunt Tong to call him when the food was ready, and then walked into the study alone.

Today I paid off the favor of the boss of the Black Prince Group and deepened the cooperative relationship between the two companies. I also invested a garment factory that no longer had much value in the brand created by the proprietress of the Su Group. Overall, it is still a good deal. .

Turn on the computer, go to the forum where the most common topic is sending blades to Jiangbei, open the post that has been ridiculed by countless people as a joke, flip through ten pages, and finally see that person's message.

The message was still the same sentence: "My wife and children are on the hot bed," and there were no other instructions or instructions.

I am a little disappointed, but also a little worried. I have been missing for more than two weeks and there is still no news.

It stands to reason that given the country's strength in protecting talents, nothing should happen to that guy. However, things are unpredictable, especially when Xia Di, the entire Dragon Team, can be dispatched at will. He is really worried that the guy will be retaliated against.

When he thought of that mysterious man, Lu Tianming couldn't help but have a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.

It was seven years ago on a rainy night viaduct. His car accidentally broke down. A kind-hearted handsome guy passing by helped him repair the car. Later, the kind-hearted handsome guy helped him kill his competitors who wanted to kill him and helped him get out of the desperate situation. His company rescued him, helped him divorce the woman who wanted to share his property, and introduced him to an extremely beautiful wife who also came with an oil bottle.

Thinking of the man with a somewhat embarrassed smile on his face, asking him to help take care of the mother and son, and also asking him to open the door in a bathrobe when Chu Zihang came to the door for the first time, which led to him being poked in the face with ice cream. .

This elite man with parted hair couldn't help but cursed in a low voice:

"What a jerk."