Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 121 Long Hair 4k
The little devil withdrew his fingers.

He stands by the bed.

Quietly looked at the sleeping Lu Mingfei for a while.

His gaze rested on the cracks in the bronze mask.

In the opinion of his elder brother, he needs to become stronger instead of frequently borrowing Yan Luo's power.

Otherwise, sooner or later, the mask will be completely shattered.

become stronger?
thought the little devil.

The game is about to speed up.

He looked out of the window, the night was falling, the stars were shining brightly, the lights of all houses were shining, and the world was full of fireworks.

Lu Mingze stared for a long time.

This is.

Brother, do you love human beings?
The sound of horseshoes sounded from the end of the world.

Lu Mingze turned around.

The steps are sonorous like a general stepping onto the battlefield.

"bring it on!"

He said.

Downstairs, next to the number.

A few old men who had eaten dinner to enjoy the cool, in twos and threes.

Seeing their occasional eyes drifting towards the man in black, it is probably true that enjoying the shade is fake, but coming out to watch the excitement.

After all, this kind of posture can only be seen in ordinary life except on TV.

The men in black are like killers. It's really scary, but so rare.

Hurry up and take a second look now, and chatting with people later is also worth talking about.

Huan, who was chatting, looked around, and suddenly asked the uncle.

"Hey, let me say, your family is a hundred years old."

The uncle scratched his bald head with the handle of his cattail fan.

He also wondered.

"Don't tell me, it's really true. I haven't seen you for a day. Where did you go, this brat?"

Outside the old well alley, there is a dark alley, and the light of the street lamp cannot shine in. There is a constant flow of sewage and garbage on the ground, and the stench is suffocating.

Changmao staggered against the wall, drooping his head, looking like he was probably drunk, and not lightly drunk.

He shook his head vigorously.

In a daze, he found a trash can, and rushed to it, not too dirty, and tore off the lid.

"Pfft!"

Long Mao fell to the ground.

He opened his eyes wide and met the gray eyes of the stiff dog in the trash can.

It is said that dogs have spirituality and human nature.

It's true, at least from Changmao's point of view at this moment, the yellow dog's ashen eyes really look like a human.

It brought back his long-lost memory.

How many years ago?

Can not remember.

Already blurred.

It seemed...it was also a dark night.

The guy knelt in front of him and cried.

It's really ugly.

He thought about it that night.

I thought you were so domineering and lawless, so I was also afraid of death.

Ah.

It was also that night that Changmao found out.

This guy's heart is actually not black.

But why is it not as good as a beast.

I don't understand, I don't understand.

Long Mao stood up with support.

He came closer to see the yellow dog.

With the help of Xiwei's starlight, I can finally see clearly.

Long Mao showed a weird expression.

He first glanced at the old well alley.

Sighed.

Chang Mao found a fairly clean garbage bag, packed the yellow dog in it, shuffled to the park, picked up a grave, and put the yellow dog's body in with both hands.

After filling the soil, Changmao put a few wild flowers picked along the way, and squatted quietly for a while.

Get up and go.

Suddenly, he thought.

Long Mao's eyes were instantly overwhelmed by a tidal wave of panic.

He could barely breathe.

He fell hard to the ground.

He didn't care about the pain in his body.

The first time I looked at the Internet cafe.

It froze for a second.

He looked desperately at Ziyang Street again.

The chapped lips squirmed a few times.

But because of extreme fear, he couldn't speak decent words.

Only a few syllables are hoarse and unpleasant.

I remembered!

I remembered!

He remembered!
that person!
It's that person!

The long hair rolled and crawled and ran forward.

Like crazy.

Internet cafe, counter.

"He! What about others!"

The long hair stared at the webmaster girl firmly.

"where is he!"

The webmaster girl is obviously already impatient.

The girl was smoking a cigarette, holding her pale and thin arms, and looked at him coldly.

"how could I know!"

"There are too many people borrowing money from my mother!"

"I've already given too many instant noodles!"

"Who cares about that stinky kid!"

Long hair still doesn't give up.

"Very important, really!"

"Believe me!"

"Very important!"

He spoke more emphatically.

He clasped the counter tightly with hands like chicken feet.

He stretched his upper body nervously.

"tell me
"That man, Lu... Lu what, where is he!"

The girl sneered.

"I can't even pronounce my name, and I still want to find someone."

She waved lazily the hand with the purple wristband.

"Don't talk about this, I'm here..."

"enough

Changmao slammed the counter hard twice.

Like a cornered beast.

The girl was obviously terrified.

She took a step back, just pursing her lips.

Changmao turned around and looked around the Internet cafe carefully.

No matter the hall or booth, there was no one looking for.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Remember what I said!"

When he was about to leave in a hurry, Changmao said to the network management girl at the counter.

"Stay away from him!"

After finishing speaking, Chang Mao bowed his head and left with a heavy heart.

The plastic door curtain rattled up and down.

The girl turned pale.

His lips turned white from biting.

She suddenly covered her head, frowned, gasped for breath, supported her body with a slender arm, opened the drawer roughly, grabbed the medicine bottle, and poured out the medicine after trembling several times , Take it.

"call."

The girl slumped into a chair all of a sudden.

She picked up the fallen cigarette butt.

Press it on the table, put it in your mouth, stare at the wall without focus, and chew slowly.

"Be careful, it's not good for your health."

The painter who had just come out of the toilet was gently persuading the girl while wiping his hands with a napkin.

The girl doesn't even look at it.

The painter who had a bad nose smiled wryly and shook his head.

After a long time, the girl spat out the dregs.

He looked at the painter with his eyes.

His eyes stopped on the opponent's hand.

"Is your skin disease healed?"

"A little problem."

said the painter.

"As I said, you don't need to go to the hospital, it can heal on its own."

The girl nodded silently.

"correct."

The painter glanced at the door.

"The assistant you mentioned earlier..."

The night is so dark.

Long hair is like a beast walking in the wilderness.

There was a crazy light like a hungry wolf in his eyes.

Occasionally, it softens in an instant.

There was nothing left in those eyes again, they were empty.

"What are you doing!"

"Go away!"

"I called someone!"

"Hey, don't be so hot!"

"Beauty, let's play together."

Old-fashioned plot.

Long Mao stumbled over.

Drill straight into a few gangsters.

"Damn, don't you have eyes!"

A guy with yellow hair is going to push the drunk.

Just look at Changmao's scarlet eyes.

The yellow hair retreated like an electric shock.

What a pair of terrifying eyes!
It's not the eyes that humans should have at all!
Crazy, scary, and hysterical.

The saying goes well.

This person, he is so terrified that he is afraid of being stunned, and if he is so stupefied, he is afraid of dying.

This drunk is a desperate man.

"Who are you telling me to get out!"

Long Mao took out a knife.

"what!"

"Who are you telling me to get out!"

The gangsters quickly backed away.

They looked at the long hair, and sternly poohed.

"I don't have the same knowledge as a lunatic!"

"Go away!"

"Brain is sick!"

Several people went away cursing.

The girl in the white dress felt terrified.

She wiped her tears, stepped forward, and bent over the long hair.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you so much!"

"if not……"

Not finished.

Just because she saw the long-haired eyes.

The girl in the white skirt backed away in fright.

Long Mao looked at the man's skirt.

It is the look of reminiscence.

"Xiaoya."

He called softly.

"what……"

The girl was at a loss.

Long Mao suddenly put on a ferocious face.

"Get out of here!"

The girl backed away in fright.

"Get out of here!"

Shaggy waved the knife like crazy.

"Come to the alley next time, and I'll hack you to death!"

"Did you hear that?"

"Don't come out for me at night!"

The girl ran away.

a long time.

Long Mao put away the knife.grinned.

"I'm scary."

he said in a low voice.

"Xiaoya, did you see that?"

"I'm amazing."

He leaned against the wall, put his whole body weight on it, and sat down slowly.

Just like that, motionless.

Long Mao looked at the distant sky.

The bright moon hangs high above the willow twigs, and then descends behind the west mountain.

The morning star came on.

The sky will be bright.

Shaggy still sat in the dark.

He was motionless.

If not still blinking.

I'm afraid it's really no different from a corpse.

The morning mist gradually dissipated.

A thin layer of dew condensed on Long Mao's body.

He finally got up.

Go and go, go and go.

Stop in the alley in front of the police station.

Going forward, three meters, maybe one meter, is the police station.

He stopped.

Long Mao stared at the door for a long time.

The door was in the blinding light.

He is in a dark corner.

This scene seems to be carefully composed by a master.

light and dark.

The grandeur and the gloomy past.

Strong contrasts and conflicts are here.

Shaggy eyes are so complex.

Too many contradictory and fiery emotions melted together.

The emotional collision is so intense.

His body is so quiet.

Freeze like a statue.

This time it is not the reliefs of devils or angels embedded in the church.

is the penitent.

Or saints.

the same.

all the same.

A penitent, or a saint.

all the same.

Several men entered the door talking and laughing.

Long Mao was like a machine that had pressed a switch. It went from stillness to fleeing in a flash, turned around and entered the alley.

At the gate of the police station, a man turned his head strangely.

"what happened?"

someone asked.

"Just now, was there someone in that alley?"

"Oh, him."

"I saw you too, homeless. This is the work of the rescue station. We still have a case in hand. You, just stop worrying about it."

The man was still looking at the alley and frowning.

"wrong."

He shook his head.

"That person is wrong, you know, my intuition has always been accurate."

"Oh."

The companions also came to the spirit.

"How to say?"

"what have you found?"

The frowning man thought for a moment.

"I feel that this person seems to have surrendered himself..."

After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head again.

"But it's not like, it's weird, he seems to have something else."

"Surrender yourself!"

The companion was immediately attracted by these two words.

Don't care about anything else behind it.

"Go, follow and have a look!"

Long Mao ran desperately for a full hour.

He looked back frequently, finally, no one was chasing him, so he stopped.

He held on to the wall, panting for breath.

Suddenly there was the warm smell of food, which went straight into his nose.

Long Mao swallowed his saliva.

My stomach growled.

From last night until now, I haven't eaten anything decent, and I've run so far, I'm already starving.

The long hair follows the scent.

He saw rows of small food trucks.

There are buns, fried rice, rice porridge, rice balls, and pancakes.

Especially the steamed stuffed bun stand, surrounded by a circle of people, and a little girl in red clothes stood on the bench, smiling softly, and greeted enthusiastically back and forth.

"Sell buns, big and delicious buns!"

"Eat lucky buns!"

Long Mao shuffled, wandering among the vendors.

Wherever he went, whether it was the guests waiting for breakfast or the vendors selling breakfast, they all showed disgust.

This man is too dirty and too smelly.

Especially the street vendors, who waved their hands like they were chasing flies, and a few bad-tempered ones started cursing directly, telling the tramp not to spoil his business, or he would beat someone up.

Long Mao fled in embarrassment.

Gradually, the morning rush hour for work passed, and all the customers dispersed.

The long hair came to wander again.

No one looked him in the eye.

Shaggy licks his lips.

Stomach convulsions from excessive hunger.

He held it firmly with his hands and sank into it.

Feeling a little better.

Go to a public restroom and get tap water.

he thinks.

At this time, a cheerful voice shouted behind him.

"Sell buns, dirty brother over there, do you want to buy buns?"

It took Long Mao a long time to react.

He turned and pointed at himself.

"Yes yes yes!"

The girl waved enthusiastically.

"Dirty brother, dirty brother, come to buy buns!"

“Big and delicious buns!”

Long Mao moved his feet over.

He sensitively noticed the slightly disgusted eyes of the proprietress.

Chang Mao lowered his head and looked at the girl with a soft smile and a chubby little face, making people happy to see her.

"How do you sell this bun?"

he said hoarsely.

The girl snapped her fingers and gestured confidently.

"One money, one bun!"

The proprietress said helplessly.

"Meat buns cost [-] yuan each, and vegetable buns cost [-] cents each."

Changmao lowered his head, oh oh twice.

He fumbled and grabbed a few coins from the inner pocket of his clothes.

Rub and rub on the coat.

"give me,"

He thought and thought.

"Six vegetable buns."

He carefully put down three coins.

The proprietress packed up and went.

The girl standing on the bench looked at him curiously.

Changmao subconsciously avoided the girl's gaze.

Too clean and too bright.

A person stayed in the dark for a long time.

If you encounter light, you will die.

"You are so lazy!"

The girl said with a grin.

"I don't even take a shower, it's so dirty and stinky!"

Changmao lowered his head and smiled apologetically.

"Beanie!"

The proprietress pulled the girl.

"Here, your bun."

Long Mao bent over and took it with both hands.

"thanks, thanks."

He bows.

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

Doudou clasped her fists, shaking and shaking.

"You're welcome!"

Shaggy settled down.

He blinked vigorously.

He turned around hastily and left as if fleeing.

Within two steps, I could still hear the girl named Doudou shouting behind me.

"Don't be lazy!"

"Take a good bath!"

Long Mao has been running for three streets.

Finally found a corner to shrink.

Zhenbao also took out the bun and took a bite.

Suddenly, the long-haired chewing stopped.

I saw him lower his head slowly.

he sees.

Inside the bun that I took a bite out of was oily meat.

After a moment of solidification.

Changmao suddenly frantically bit the remaining five buns.

Meat, meat, meat!
It's all meat.

He was stunned again.

Big tears came out of my eyes.

A child who went grocery shopping with his mother pointed at the long hair.

"Why is that uncle crying?"

"Don't look, don't point, it's impolite!"

"oh oh.

The child looked curiously at the hair growth.

"Mom, I want to eat buns."

"Is it okay to eat the steamed stuffed buns? Which kid poured out half of the rice left in his bowl this morning!"

Changmao took one bite at a time, shrunk into a ball, and chewed the meat buns worth fifty cents each.

The tears flowed and flowed, and kept flowing.

(End of this chapter)