Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 25 Good Night
You put ham sausage! "

"There are still two!"

Lu Mingfei was so grateful that he almost cried.

"Good man!"

Well, the webmaster girl thinks that she may have read too many romance novels, or else her mind will be flooded, and this guy is still desperate. With Lu Mingfei's temperament, he may still be able to laugh when the world is over.

Over there, the volcano erupted and the meteor shower sputtered, and here Lu Mingfei was holding instant noodles with braised beef and smiling like an idiot.

How good.

"Whether you like to eat or not, this ham sausage is about to expire, so I will treat it as waste for you."

"One side's kindness will never be forgotten."

"Hey, hey, if I want to thank you, there are two ham sausages in the noodles."

"Then, the grace of two legs?"

"It always feels weird..."

The two laughed again.

"No, it's you, what are you talking about, the noodles are getting cold now, hurry up, eat noodles!"

Lu Mingfei really hasn't eaten instant noodles for a long time.

I didn’t mention it in Kyushu for more than [-] years. Even before I went to Kyushu, my aunt kept talking about the fact that instant noodles were unhygienic, not nutritious, and not high-grade. , Coke is arsenic mixed with water, and spicy sticks will kill you three thousand.

After all, boiled water is still considered, especially when the temperature is between 40 and 60, it is simply a fairy water, an elixir of life, it is good for curing diseases without preventing them.

It is under such high pressure that I don’t know how many young children swear that when they have money in the future, they will eat five packs of noodles a day, ranging from braised pork to stewed pork, and they will not have a heavy sample for a month.

Just thinking about it makes my mouth water, so it’s good to be young, the happiness of being young is so simple, so simple that you can’t imagine that when you are still living with instant noodles every day at the age of 25, what fills your heart is only the heavy pressure of life and work The complexity, as well as the cordial greetings from bosses and idiot colleagues who are full of indicators but don’t know how to implement them.

At this time, instant noodles are only for eating and saving time to catch up with the next batch of ingredients. You have even forgotten the extravagant expectations of instant noodles when you were young, and even thinking about it is ridiculous.

Yeah, how ridiculous.

Lu Mingfei was different, he ate up the noodles, and drank up the soup, and finally scraped out the seasoning dregs on the side of the bucket with a plastic spoon, and ate them one by one.

When she put down the instant noodle tube, it was called a clean one. The network management girl had already stopped, the girl had a small appetite, half of the noodles was full, and she just stared at Lu Mingfei for the rest of the time. I have to say, this person eats a lot It's really a meal.

"Shu Tan!"

Lu Mingfei blurted out.

"Is there any wine?"

The webmaster girl is upset.

"You drink as old as you are, and you don't learn from the good ones but learn from the bad ones"

"I'm a prospective college student."

"up to you."

She snorted.

"Qingdao or Snowflake?"

"Where's the plum wine?"

After finishing speaking, the network management girl looked at him with a terrifying look of "If you tease me again, my sister will kick you with high heels".

So Lu Mingfei was taken aback for a moment, and then he thought of it.

Oh, I'm not in Kyushu anymore.

Over there, he developed the habit of drinking plum wine after meals, which stimulated his qi and blood, which was beneficial to his martial arts practice.

In the beginning, the master buried it. His craftsmanship was not good enough, but the plum wine buried by the junior sister had a taste.

Afterwards, he had to brew and bury himself, which was strange, since the procedure was the same as that taught by the younger junior sister, and she wrote it down on the paper, lest the clumsy Senior Brother Lu would forget that he would not be used to drinking if he lost his drink. Lu Mingfei did it step by step, but the finished product was still a bit off.

Later, he thought about it for a long time, and one day he realized that it was probably the wrong person to drink.

People always say that Yan Luo drinks freely, one cup after another.

It was not like this before, a cup of his, a cup of master, and a cup of junior sister.

After all these years, he only drank three cups alone.

After all, it is the habit of pouring three cups at the beginning, and it has not changed.

"Sorry, I remember wrong."

"Is there a sequelae of staying overnight?"

"what is this?"

The girl explained to him in a calm tone, with smoke curling up between her fingers.

She said that the so-called after-night after-effects are that after you surf the Internet all night, your brain will be very unclear, and it is easy to confuse some things, and you will walk unsteadily, as if you were drunk, and you will step on cotton under your feet.

There are also people who feel fear when they see the sunrise, which is also the reason for the after-night after-effects.

They are thinking, ah, what have I done? I wasted one night like this, so I feel empty, and then regret it or something. In short, it is some very negative emotions.

The girl who said these words looked out of the window from a distance, the faint light shone in the distance of the sky, and the world would wake up.

So she got up and said.

"I'm leaving."

"It's dawn, it's time to go home and sleep, good night, college student."

"This point should say good morning."

"You can't find a girlfriend."

The girl sighed, a bit like she hated iron but not steel.

"Tianliang said good night, haven't you read it, it's very popular in magazines, what a romantic sentence."

"What is this magazine talking about, a love that spans half the world?"

"What does it have to do with crossing half the world?"

"Look, Tianliang said good night, it's your sunrise, my sunset, what is the time zone that spans half the world?"

The network management girl squeezed it, thoughtful.

"It makes sense."

"Wait, is this the point!"

He was a little helpless, talking to this young man was exhausting, and the jump was too fast. I really wanted to open Lu Mingfei's head to see the structure inside. The girl especially suspected that the bottom of her skull was not a brain, but a rabbit or something. It's a thing, otherwise it can't explain his brain circuit, it's too jumpy.

"I won't make trouble with you anymore. It's almost dawn and I have to go home."

Girl organizes clothes and bags.

Lu Mingfei also got up, stretched his waist, and his bones and joints crackled, like firecrackers in spring, with a myriad of scenes.

Yesterday was his first stance, and the progress was gratifying, especially this body, Lu Mingfei felt obviously different from Kyushu's.

When he was in Kyushu, he thought that his talent was already outstanding, and he was not one in a million.

This is not his boasting, it is what the master said, and it is also the consensus of Kyushu martial arts.

But now, he came back and started to practice again.

He suddenly discovered that the potential of this body was far superior to the one he had in Kyushu.

Perhaps, it is the golden pupil.

He didn't ignite the golden pupils in Kyushu, but when he came back, he activated the dragon's blood and ignited the golden pupils when he stood up for the first time.

After chatting with the little devil, he also found out the reason why he was caught by the master at a glance. The dragon, the dragon, came from this dragon.

The master inherited the secret of the dragon and snake, and Lu Mingfei has a high probability of being a mixed race. At least there is dragon blood in his body, which cannot be faked. Therefore, it is not unique for a mixed race to practice the secret of the dragon and snake. What is a wizard.

Isn't that right?

Lu Mingfei really couldn't figure out one thing.

It stands to reason that the dragon snake pile is already suitable for him. For a mixed race, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is tailor-made.

Then why can't he become a martial saint with the dragon and snake stake?

On the contrary, it is more appropriate to start all over again now, using the sky-opening pile as the foundation.

(End of this chapter)