Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

Chapter 396 382. Eri's Phoenix Coronet and Bridal Bridal Gown
Eri opened her eyes wide, and everything in the restaurant was reflected in her pupils.

"So amazing." She grabbed Xia Mi's hand and wrote on the palm of her hand.

After the bloodline issue was resolved, Eri still liked to communicate through eye contact and words. Perhaps because she hadn't spoken for too long, she was not very willing to speak.

Only in front of Lu Mingfei was this girl like a talkative kitten, meowing non-stop and rubbing her head against your palms and shoulders. If you didn't touch her head, she would bite you angrily with her teeth.

A couple was getting married in the middle of the dance floor in the restaurant. On the temporary platform was a flower gate made of laurel branches. A priest in a white robe stood behind the altar with a smile on his face. His men were reading the Holy Gospel. Two wedding crowns, a glass of red wine and two lighted candles were placed on both sides of the altar.

This should be a small-scale Orthodox wedding ceremony. Although the dance floor was filled with relatives and friends of the bride and groom, other guests were not affected.

The heating system was running at maximum power, and the drowsy warm air was filled with the rich scent of whiskey and fine perfume.

Lithe girls shuttled among the guests. They wore white corseted dresses with gorgeous gold embroidery on the hems, exposing their young and attractive curves to the air. Their hair was as brilliant as gold or platinum, and their skin was as white as ice and snow.

They were distributing tied dandelions to the guests on this floor. I don't know which country this custom is from.

From the gap between the doors came the poetic voice of the assistant pastor at the altar.

Junzai, please bless me.

The priest responded melodiously: "Praise be to our God always, now and ever, to the ages of ages."

The musicians murmured Amen.

The relatives and friends who were standing there made the sign of the cross on their chests and prayed in unison, "Lord, have mercy on me."

The bride and groom, wearing scarlet ribbons and shiny black leather shoes, exchanged rings. The bride wore a pure white wedding dress, and a plain white veil covered the girl's face.

When the ceremony was over, everyone cheered quietly, as if a wedding was something that should be blessed by everyone.

Xia Mi looked at Eri's profile, which seemed to reflect the golden light. She suddenly lost her mind, thinking that it was this little goblin who had been seducing her senior brother for so many years.

"Tsk, what's so amazing about this?" Xia Mi pouted and reached out to comb Eri's dark red hair with her fingers. The hair was smooth and soft, and the faint fragrance of sandalwood permeated her nostrils.
"When Chinese people get married, many people come. The bride has to prepare a long time in advance. In our place, wedding dresses are not called wedding dresses, but phoenix crowns and bridal robes. They are very beautiful."

Nono was staring at the swimming pool sparkling in the sun on the other side of the main deck. She suddenly remembered that in another world, Caesar bought her a set of clothes like this in a place called Fenglongtang. She remembered that the material of the wedding dress was top-grade lake silk, with exquisite kesi edges, gold foil with phoenix patterns, inlaid pearl buttons and glazed sheets. Unfortunately, she was later sent to a monastery by the group of old guys in the Qunqing Palace of Gattuso's family. Because of lack of exercise, she did grow some fat on her waist, and it was a bit difficult to fit into such clothes...

She was originally holding a cup of coffee and sipping it, when the ripples in the coffee suddenly disappeared, and a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes, which were as unfathomable as a witch's.

Fenglongtang...

A huge storm swept silently from the depths of consciousness, and Nuonuo suddenly became cold, as biting as a harsh winter.

"I'm going to go out for a minute and make a phone call," she said, standing up, lifting her skirt and stepping over the black box standing against the table legs to go to the main deck.

How could she not have thought of it? She had clearly seen the name Fenglongtang in another world before. However, when she investigated Friedrich's alias Lin Fenglong this time, she had no impression of him at all.

How could such a thing happen to her, to a witch with a profile?

Not long after she walked out, Ling and Xia Mi looked at Nuo Nuo's back at the same time.

The wind on the deck was very strong. Nuonuo's dark red hair fluttered in the wind, as did the hem of her long skirt. Her straight and delicate calves seemed to be shining in the sun, and her ankles were so delicate that they seemed to be grasped.

At this time, a waiter in a neat suit and white gloves pushed a dining cart to a small box at the edge of the restaurant and took out silver tableware from the cart. The tableware contained grilled capelin and prawn sashimi, and the wine jug that was brought up also contained iced mellow and fragrant sake.

"In fact, the powerful things in this world are far more vast than you can imagine. You are free now and will have a lot in the future." Zero turned around and looked into Eri's eyes.

After spending a long time together, I can easily tell the difference between Nono and Eri.

In comparison, Nono is thinner, and her eyebrows are narrower. Eri's expression is always ignorant, sometimes like a curvy but inexperienced schoolgirl, and sometimes like a child who is still very curious about the world.

The princess's eyes followed Eri's pointed chin downwards, caressing her elegant, swan-like neck and delicate collarbone. She paused for a second at the bulging, rounded and plump collar of her dress, thinking, yes, and this humanoid weapon is really well developed, with much bigger breasts than her senior sister's...

"Sakura told me about the casinos in Las Vegas and Central Park in New York," said Eri.

In fact, it was more than that. When they were at the Peninsula Hotel in Tokyo, Eri would always crawl into Lu Mingfei's quilt in the second half of the night. When the two couldn't sleep, they would sit on the edge of the bed and connect the TV to the computer to play video games.

Eri talks a lot when playing games, and it may also be that Eri talks a lot when she is with Lu Mingfei. What she likes to ask most is the things that happened to Lu Mingfei in the past, such as when he represented Shilan Middle School to win the championship in the city basketball competition, or when a gangster from outside the school ran into the school and was chased away by Lu Mingfei, and other very ordinary past events.

But it seems that the little monster just longs for that kind of ordinary life, living with a group of powerless people, and his life will never have anything to do with gods, dragons or wars.

In addition, Eri likes listening to Lu Mingfei tell stories outside the city of Tokyo the most.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei's mind is filled with memories of another world, and he has experienced the customs and habits of the seven continents and five oceans and the changing seasons.

He told Eri about the tranquil ice and snow beside the lakes in Hokkaido and the splashing waves of the two oceans when the steep cliffs of the Cape of Good Hope collided. He also told her in October that the leaves of the sycamore trees on the Champs-Elysées were lush and the lighthouse on Vladivostok was still low and nostalgic.

This world is deep and gentle. There are sunsets and sunrises in different places at the same time. When Eri asked about France, Lu Mingfei talked about the majesty and grandeur of the Arc de Triomphe; when asked about Russia, Lu Mingfei talked about the harsh winter in Moscow and the bronze statue of Lenin. So in Eri's eyes, this world is so majestic and so far away, like a person standing at the foot of a mountain looking up at the endless mountain shadows under the night sky, magnificent and distant.

Only when Eri asked about China would Lu Mingfei think about it and smile and say that the trains in Zhengzhou roared day after day, the golden sea of ​​Shanghai reflected the most prosperous neon lights in the world, and there was a long street lined with plane trees downstairs of his uncle's house in Hefei. In autumn, the golden plane tree leaves fell like snow, falling on the heads and shoulders of passers-by. If you didn't pay attention, the last leaf would go back home with you, and perhaps it would become a bookmark.

When talking about bookmarks, Lu Mingfei actually found a plastic paulownia leaf bookmark from his wallet. He put it in Eri's hand and said, "One day we will go to that long street together, and when we walk under the paulownia tree, you will participate in my life."

Eiry thought that she was willing to participate in Lu Mingfei's life, and she also hoped that Lu Mingfei could participate in her life.

That is, provided they survive.

There are so many wonderful places in this world that you will never be able to see them all in your lifetime, so no matter how desperate or sad you are, you must think about surviving, because only by surviving can you see scenery that you have never seen before.

——After walking out of the restaurant, Nono stood on the edge of the deck and looked at the sea. The sun was shining brightly and the sea was rough. Hundreds of tons of waves smashed against the hull of the Atlantic Sun God and turned into white foam that scattered everywhere.

Nuonuo had a headache. She thought of the old man she had secretly visited later. He was a European old man who spoke Beijing dialect. He was so old that it was hard to tell how old he was. His hair was gray and his eyes were the iron gray color unique to Aryans. He looked very much like the principal. When Nuonuo walked into the alley, the guy was sitting under an old locust tree playing chess with a group of old men. He was wearing a bamboo shirt. The old man took her around the hall and said his name was Lin Fenglong. Although he was German, he had never been to Germany. He also said, "Miss Chen, you should know that your boyfriend came to buy clothes. If you like them, I have other ones here and I can sell them to you at a 30% discount."

But Nuonuo didn't listen much. She tilted her head to look at the rice paper on the wall. On the paper was a girl's profile sketched with a sharpened brush. It was freehand and full of charm. Although there were only three or two strokes, Nuonuo had a feeling that it was painted according to her own appearance.

She is a person who trusts her feelings more than evidence, but fortunately her intuition is usually accurate.

It was that painting that made Nono realize that Fenglongtang had actually been serving the Gattuso family for a long time, or that it was actually the Gattuso family's property.

Even the most luxurious boutiques in China would not sell expensive and extremely finely crafted clothing like the Phoenix Coronet and the Phoenix Bridal Gown, because everyone's body parameters are different, and almost all truly valuable Phoenix Coronet and the Phoenix Bridal Gown are custom-made products.

But Caesar was able to buy the finished product, which simply proved that someone had already informed the boss of Nono's physical data.

It was also from that time that Nono had guessed that the elders of the Gattuso family had actually begun to accept her marriage to Caesar, but they were a little resistant and she didn't know where that resistance came from.

At that time, Caesar proposed to her more than once, and each time was very romantic and touching. But just when she was about to accept, she always thought of a face that was as hideous as a devil and as sad as a child.

Nuonuo kept locking and unlocking the screen, the wind ruffling her hair beside her ears. This call was not to Lu Mingfei, but to Caesar.

There is no cell phone signal.

Connect to the network. The network connection is successful.

When Henkel was renovating this ship, he took into account the fact that it would be impossible to communicate effectively with the outside world on the high seas, so he installed a dedicated satellite signal transceiver. Whenever you go online on the Apollo, you can do so directly via satellite.

Long-wave radio often has the problem of outreach, but satellite ultra-short-wave communications can reach the orbit of Mars without any problems.

Hermes is a social software developed by the Academy's Research Department. It is fully functional and can even use artificial intelligence to help you predict stock trends. However, when Angers ordered the development of this software many years ago when the Internet was just emerging, the purpose was not to make money from Wall Street capitalists, although they did do so. The fundamental meaning of Hermes is that it is an internal communication tool that will never be monitored or monitored.

EVA monitors the operation of the software around the clock, and all data will be reviewed by the beautiful girl who is as beautiful as a blue angel.

Nono's contact list is frighteningly long, as if everyone in the undergraduate department of the college has been added. This is indeed the case. When downloading Hermes, students are required to register with their personal information. After registration, the friend list will show that everyone in the entire college, including the principal, is on the friend list.

The guy at the top of the page has the ID of Ricardo, and his avatar is a gray big-headed bear because he is offline.

Lu Mingfei rarely uses Hermes, but he also has an account.

Nuonuo hesitated for a moment and did not click on Lu Mingfei's avatar. Instead, he continued to scroll down and found an account with the ID of Governor of Gaul and the avatar of two crossed Desert Eagles.

But Nuo Nuo's finger hovered above the phone screen and was reluctant to press it.

Her thoughts were as tangled as a mess of lines, but her mind told her that even if she told Caesar about the relationship between Friedrich and the Gattuso family, or even told the boy with the second-year syndrome the truth that the identities of the king and Tachibana Masamune might have been replaced by Friedrich through this phone, he probably could not do anything.

Nono had already used a profile in another world to describe the fact that the Gattuso family had been funding Friedrich, but she didn't take it seriously, and many years later it was just a vague thought.

But at this time, this information was fatal to Lu Mingfei, who was trying to kill the White King in Tokyo.

If the people standing behind Friedrich and supporting Boar Neo, the Far North and even Herzog are all from the Gattuso family, then there is only one person left who can prevent the situation from developing in an uncontrollable direction.

Only Caesar could stop his elders.

Nuonuo finally pressed the dial button.

The ring lasted only a second before the call was picked up. There was dead silence on the other end of the phone, only heavy breathing.

"It's me."Nono said.

"I know," Caesar said.

"Your father, or your uncle, anyway, someone in your family planned the revival of the White King." Nono said in a calm voice.

After a few seconds of silence, Caesar seemed to sigh deeply, and that sigh was so long that it seemed as if he wanted to expel all the depression and anger in his chest.

"I understand." Caesar said, his voice also calm.

Nuonuo was stunned, she didn't know what to say next.

All that needs to be said has been said, and only Caesar knows what to do.

That man believes in his own justice and is willing to die for it. No matter how much you say, it is meaningless.

"I..." Caesar's voice stopped abruptly.

A huge shadow suddenly covered the Apollo, and Nono's cell phone beeped.

The satellite signal was suddenly interrupted.

Her hands dropped, her head tilted back, the goddess' skirt reflected in her pupils.

"Oh God..." Nono murmured.

Towering black clouds like mountains completely covered the Apollo from all directions in a few minutes. The sea was like an angry ancient beast, and huge waves several meters high could even be seen below the side of the ship.

But what really made Nono lose his mind was the aurora in the sky.

Hundreds of light blue aurora patterns hung under the sky, like a long skirt that could cover the entire sky. Its edges were decorated with the thinnest light blue silk, but the depths were hazy and dreamy.

But how could there be auroras in the tropical regions of the Pacific Ocean?

(End of this chapter)