Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 150 New Warrior

"Mom, I'm having dinner outside and I won't be going home."

"There are stomach medicines in the bag, remember to take two tablets before drinking."

Chu Zihang finished editing the text message, read it for a while, added "Keep warm, it's windy at night", and clicked send.

"Hi, a total of..."

The cash register girl in the fruit shop has a sweet smile.

"Ah."

Chu Zihang paid the money, thanked him, picked up the fruit basket and turned to leave.

The cashier girl's face was flushed, and she hurriedly said repeatedly that it's okay, and when she looked up again, the boy was no longer there, and suddenly she felt a little lost.

At the end of August, school will start in a blink of an eye. Unlike Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang has to leave for Kassel tomorrow to prepare for a series of job handovers as the president of the Lionheart Club and related matters related to Free Day.

Lancelot led the members of the Lionheart Society and had been waiting on the far side of the ocean for a long time.

Susie was supposed to accompany him back to school, but this girl seemed to have something to do, which was related to the secret mission of the executive department, and the level of confidentiality was very high, so Chu Zihang couldn't check it, so she gave up.

Lansinault had just spoken to him on the phone an hour ago.

The boy with the same name as the legendary Knights of the Round Table under King Arthur confidently reported to him the preparations for the current Lionheart members. It is not difficult to hear from his tone that this boy can't wait to join the student union led by Caesar. Win or lose.

And firmly believe that the glorious victory will eventually belong to the Lionheart.

After all, their leader was Chu Zihang.

No one in Kassel doubted Chu Zihang's excellence and strength.

They are just curious.

Chu Zihang and Caesar, who is the real leader of Kassel's generation.

There has been a lot of quarrels on the night watchman forum. The Lionheart Club and the Student Union are both sticking to their own words and shouting for their own boss, and they are short of showing up.

And the center of the vortex, the protagonist of the battle, is the young president of the Lion Heart Society, Chu Zihang.

At the moment, she is shuttling between Barbie, Transformers and Ultraman with a serious face.

He stopped.

In front of him is a great hero who is popular all over the country.

Tiga.

The [-]-centimeter-high model has movable limbs and a flashing transformation wand with sound effects. Just press the switch, and a new storm will appear.

This is the toy every boy dreams of receiving.

Chu Zihang nodded, and met Dijia's firm LED eyes, and it was you.

He believes that there is no boy who doesn't like the Ultraman model. For this reason, Chu Zihang also wrote a [-]-word investigation report, collected information from the Internet and concluded that the well-organized demonstration process can satisfy the most demanding professors.

If there is really a discipline to study Ultraman in this world.

Carrying fruit cosmetics and an Ultraman model, Chu Zihang arrived at Brother Snoopy's house at 43:[-] p.m.

There were still 7 minutes before the agreed time, Chu Zihang found a corner and stood silently, estimating that it was almost time before coming to the door.

"I'm coming!"

Brother Snoopy opened the door carelessly.

Seeing Chu Zihang, he showed a big smile.

He enthusiastically welcomed the fellow apprentice into the house.

There was still a lot of complaints on the mouth, "It's fine if someone comes over, what else do you bring, you are a real kid, tell me what to say!"

Chu Zihang nodded.

A woman walked out of the kitchen. She was very thin, with an oval face, her eyes were as black as her hair, and she was always smiling, a faint and gentle smile.

"You are the junior brother Shitou said."

"Come, come, come in and sit!"

"The food will be ready soon, just wait a moment."

Chu Zihang hummed.

"sister in law."

The woman pursed her lips and smiled, beckoned him to sit down in the living room, brought fruit biscuits, asked Chu Zihang again, and then poured a cup of barley tea.

"Xiao Bin, quickly call Uncle."

Brother Snoopy said to his children.

The child was staring at Chu Zihang curiously.

"Really, what are you talking about!"

The woman patted the brother lightly.

"What kind of uncle? You call him elder brother. You call a child old for no reason."

Xiaobin was obviously shy of strangers, so he just hid behind his father and looked at Chu Zihang with his big black eyes open.

Chu Zihang took out the Ultraman model.

Xiaobin's eyes lit up all of a sudden.

"Thank you brother soon!"

the man said.

Chu Zihang's eyes turned around the three members of his senior's family.

He lowered his eyes silently.

The food is very rich, and there is a pot full of stewed large intestines, it can be seen that the woman has put her mind to it.

"Come on, Junior Brother."

The man greeted Chu Zihang warmly.

"Salted large intestine, abnormally spicy, your sister-in-law prepared the ingredients herself, try it and see if it tastes right."

"Thank you."

Chu Zihang picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth.

Both the senior brother and the woman looked at him expectantly.

"delicious."

Chu Zihang said.

Hearing this, senior brother laughed all of a sudden.

"Let me tell you, your sister-in-law's craft is just like this!"

The man raised his thumb triumphantly, attracting the woman to quietly kick him under the table.

After eating, Chu Zihang and his senior brother went out for a walk to digest food.

The man talked about Chu Zihang's study, and told him not to work too hard, because he only has one life, and when he dies, he loses everything.

Chu Zihang remembered the back of the man standing in front of him in the basement of the unfinished building that day.

What was the man thinking when he said he had only one life?

When Lin parted, the man looked around vigilantly and told Chu Zihang after confirming that there was no one there.

"Be careful with that Han Ye."

"Ok?"

The man looked serious.

"Have you read the follow-up report?"

"Let's check up the line of unfinished buildings."

"The former Soviet Union, Maozi."

Brother said.

"Don't forget where Han Ye is from."

Chu Zihang also knew what the senior brother said.

As far as the level of the safe house where Qian Mian is located, it is obviously not something that an ordinary mixed race can have.

There must be some organization behind him.

Moreover, Qianmian also mastered the technology of using music to control Deadpool.

After the unfinished building incident, Deadpool and the phonograph that controlled them were all secretly transported back to Kassel by the commissioner of the executive department. Now, two months later, it is estimated that they have almost been dismantled by the geniuses of the equipment department.

I don't know what their research results are.

Reversing technology is an extremely difficult task, but with the capabilities of the equipment department, it may not be possible to really gain something.

As for the clues mentioned by the senior brother, Chu Zihang also saw it in the report.

According to speculation, the builder behind the safe house is probably the red giant.

They once sent a large number of scholars, engineers and scientists to support the nascent China with the attitude of Big Brother.

Perhaps during that time period, the safe house was left behind.

"Junior brother, do you think that person was really careless when he opened the door of the safe house?"

the man said.

"A half-breed, A-level half-breed, tired after just two steps?"

He smiled.

"Who would believe it?"

Chu Zihang remembered Han Ye's performance at the elevator door that day.

"I see."

At eight o'clock in the evening, Chu Zihang returned home.

Open the door, tidy up the crooked high heels, and straighten them.

Chu Zihang saw his mother on the sofa in the living room.

She was curled up in the corner like a baby, her skin was dazzlingly white.

Chu Zihang glanced at the air conditioner, it was 17 degrees, the lowest.

Picking up the remote control and adjusting it to 24 degrees, Chu Zihang took a coat and put it on for his mother. The woman was obviously drunk and said some incomprehensible nonsense. Chu Zihang went to the kitchen to make a glass of milk. Tried the temperature, just right.

He lifts the woman up.

"Mom, have a glass of milk."

"You'll get a headache if you sleep like this, drink a glass of milk."

Chu Zihang gently coaxed his mother.

The gentle look can make the girls in Shilan Middle School scream until they faint.

"Zihang, Zihang!"

The woman smiled silly.

"You're back, Zihang!"

"Well, Mom."

"I am back."

Please take care of the nanny, don't let her catch a cold, and don't fall asleep and fall to the ground, she is like this, such a big person is still like a child, you must drink a glass of warm milk before going to bed, otherwise you will fall asleep Not stable.

Chu Zihang returned to the room, took a shower for 3 minutes, and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

He didn't go to bed.

Instead, sit down at a desk.

A desk lamp casts a halo of light.

Light up a square of white paper.

And a paperweight of white sea snails.

It was Lu Mingfei's birthday a month ago, and the reason why he said that he could tell Conch if he had something on his mind was because Chu Zihang himself did that.

Not just moms.

The same goes for Chu Zihang.

Same as a child.

He would do such a childish thing as talking to the conch, and if he told others, no one would be able to connect it with Chu Zihang.

The image gap is too big.

Chu Zihang was silent for a long time facing the white paper.

Finally, he picked up his pen.

Start writing.

This time I am writing to my future self.

Dark room.

A little light.

The tall and straight boy at the desk.

Time seems to have lost its meaning here.

Chu Zihang wrote letters all night.

Sleepless method.

As the name suggests, it is impossible to sleep.

Chu Zihang wants to use his eternal sobriety to suppress the mixed race's desire to kill.

For ordinary mixed races, or in other words, for anyone other than Chu Zihang, if you use this method to cultivate your mind, you will be close to death.

Normal people will die suddenly if they don't sleep for seven days.

Chu Zihang will spend his whole life without sleep.

If Lu Mingfei hadn't used the great ambition of Buddhism, the Sleepless Method would not have had the slightest chance of success.

According to Chu Zihang's understanding, the so-called great wish is like a commandment. As long as he persists in staying awake, the spiritual power of human personality will grow at an incredible speed.

But this road is too difficult.

At the very beginning, Lu Mingfei told him the pros and cons.

The advantage is the quick benefit of the mental cultivation method.

As for the cons.

Once asleep, once relapse.

Human personality is severely damaged.

Moreover, the cultivation base of the method of cultivating the spirit is all in vain, and it no longer exists.

It's nothing if the years of hard work come to nothing, the main reason is Chu Zihang's counterattack of the dragon personality, then he will really become a dead waiter immediately, don't do what he thinks.

It's almost like Stud in Texas Hold'em, or it will advance by leaps and bounds and become a foreign player within a few years.

or die.

At the moment when I started to practice the sleepless method.

Chu Zihang bet everything on it.

But in the end, for him.

This is nothing more than repeating the previous choice.

It is all about exchanging life for strength.

No big deal either.

Is not it?
night and day.

Chu Zihang stopped writing very early.

He sat facing the wall like Bodhidharma in a Buddhist story.

Just sat there until dawn.

He didn't prick his fingers with a needle, exchanging pain for sobriety.

but thinking.

Or memories.

Memories of his life.

According to Lu Mingfei, it is to strengthen the power of human personality and find a fulcrum.

Its daybreak.

Chu Zihang got up slowly.

He goes to take a shower.

Wash away the dripping sweat.

The boy lowered his head slightly as the rushing water flowed down.

Every night of practicing the sleepless method is a fight to the death.

Once asleep, is dead.

It would have been someone else who had already completely collapsed under such terrifying psychological pressure.

Only him, Chu Zihang.

every night like this,

Set foot on the battlefield again and again.

Never retreated.

So far, it is more than February.

Chu Zihang spread his hands.

A ball of flames floated out of thin air.

Like a cute and docile little beast.

The sudden high temperature caused steam to rise in the bathroom.

Chu Zihang flipped his hands over and put away the fire.

Jun Yan.

If the scene just now had been seen by a professor of spirituality or blood in Kassel, he would have scratched his bald hair and shouted in disbelief.

That's Jun Yan!
Dangerous Words!
It's as docile as a pet.

You know, Chu Zihang was also the same two months ago, but the Junyan he used could only be used as an explosion at most, and he even had to have the consciousness of dying together every time.

But now!

Chu Zihang changed his clothes and picked up his bag.

Inside is Murasame, his father's knife.

And visas and passports necessary for going abroad.

Other than that, nothing else.

He is such a person who owns very few things and can rush to the battlefield with a knife at any time.

When I went downstairs, my mother was still awake, sleeping on the sofa under a blanket, like some kind of small animal.

Chu Zihang paused, then turned to the kitchen, made breakfast lightly, and put it in the incubator.

Leave a note for the sleeping woman.

Chu Zihang said obediently.

"Mom, I'm leaving."

He turned and opened the door.

There is such a moment.

The boy's back overlapped with the man's.

This is also normal.

After all, he was the man who stayed in this world.

The last vestige.

…………

Children's Palace, martial arts class.

A young man stood on the ring.

He gasped for breath, his martial arts uniform was completely wet with sweat, and occasionally shaking his head, he threw out big drops of sweat, using such movements to gain a moment of sobriety, and tried to keep his eyes open.

"hold onto!"

He shouted to himself in his heart.

"hold onto!"

"The teacher is watching you!"

"I want to win!"

Lu Mingfei stood under the stage with arms folded.

All the disciples held their breaths and concentrated, not a single sound came out.

a moment.

Just listen to what Lu Mingfei said.

"tell me your name."

The young man on the ring took a deep breath.

"Chen Jiumo."

he said hoarsely.

"Teacher, my name is Chen Jiumo!"

At some point, Lu Mingfei stood in front of him.

"Chen Jiumo."

He read the young man's name.

The awe-inspiring expression melted away.

It was replaced by a smile like the warm spring sun.

"I remember."

Lu Mingfei gently placed his hand on top of the young man's head.

Chen Jiumo only felt that his spirit was shaken and his ears were refreshed.

The whole world is different.

Something was locked open.

He felt more secure than ever.

It's like a wanderer returning to his hometown after many years.

Suddenly tears fell.

He heard Lu Mingfei's voice echoing in the dojo.

"In ten battles, there is no defeat."

"You are already number one in this arena."

"Jiumo, let me ask you."

Lu Mingfei laughed.

"I would like to practice martial arts."

The young man lowered his head, and even clenched his fists, he couldn't stop the trembling all over his body.

In the past two months, I have practiced martial arts while waking up, and practicing martial arts even in dreams.

Scenes of pictures flashed in my mind.

He remembered what Master Lu had said more than once.

A caring person, God does not give up.

From the deepest part of the throat, every word.

He said.

"I would."

"That's it."

Lu Mingfei smiled lightly.

"Just open the door."

　PS: Seriously Calvin.

　　It is not a question of details and outlines.

　　It's just sad.

　　I don't want to write a word.

　　I think cats are trash.

　　Life is meaningless.

　　How to say this state.

　　There are a few days in every month.

　　Anyway, I'm done.

　　Maybe a good night's sleep, as it was before.

　　Men, there are always a few days in a month, just pass them by.

　　Hhh.

　　If you don't have a manuscript, you can't stand it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)