Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

In the past, the elders in my family always said that once you have tasted the marrow, you will know the taste. If you live in the mountains or become a monk, you will never be able to give it up. From then on, you can only be a playboy monk. Even Lao Ji Dian, the Arhat who descended from heaven, could not help breaking the precepts. He could only say such self-deceiving and beautiful words as "wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha sits in the heart".

Boss Lu is a man of strong will. He remained calm even when a character like the Little Goddess threw herself at him. Even a devil like Lu Mingze, who specializes in preying on people's weaknesses, tried to buy his soul with all kinds of beauties like lolita, mature women and long legs, but failed. Therefore, Lu Mingfei thinks of himself as a ruthless character who can hold back his anger.

But she never expected that Lu Mingfei, fully armed with a 40-meter-long machete and ready to face the test of the head of the Uesugi family with the mentality of an old monk in meditation, would be thrown into disarray in the challenge. The little girl didn't need to do any extra movements, just blinked her eyes and shook her shoulders to show an attitude of wanting to refuse but also to welcome.

After a fierce battle that was not even a warm-up exercise for Eri, Lu Mingfei held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the ceiling, looking like a saint who had entered the sage time.

The two fatal philosophical topics of "life is meaningless" and "life is so long" jumped like two rabbits in President Lu's mind. After a while, he put on his underwear, stood up silently and poured himself a large cup of wolfberry tea.

Eri's ears turned red, and she knelt on the bed gracefully, with her fingers spread out in panic.

Last time, they were in the bathtub, and they washed clean immediately. But this time, it was very different. There was no smell of shampoo or shower gel in the dry air. Just sniffing this smell made Eri blush and her eyes blur. Her low panting sounded sweet and charming. Her whole body was as soft as if the bones were pulled out, and she had no energy.

"I, I'll go take a shower..." The girl got up from the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom as if she was drunk. Lu Mingfei let out a long sigh and thought, oh my god, is this the oppressive feeling of Eri? It's really hard to resist.

It was already very late at night when she cleaned up and lay down quietly in bed. Although Eri's face would turn red with shyness and her heart would pound like a deer whenever she thought of what had just happened, she still snuggled into Lu Mingfei's arms as usual.

Lu Mingfei turned on the TV with the remote control. The movie channel was playing Stephen Chow's A Chinese Odyssey. Eiry was in bed, hugging the man's arm tightly and watching TV with Lu Mingfei with her eyes wide open. Colorful colors flickered on their cheeks like a flowing river of light. At the same time, their eyes reflected the figure of the stupid monkey played by Stephen Chow, carrying his diamond-forged stick and walking farther and farther away with his back to the city wall.

The room was so quiet that only the background sound of the movie and the two people's audible breathing were heard. However, the girl's breathing was becoming more and more rapid and panicked. Under the quilt, the girl was struggling to stop a guy's dishonest big hands from wandering all over her body.

Until finally, Eri hummed with tears in her eyes.
Lu Mingfei changed his posture and held Eri in his arms, feeling the small ball, his heart was quiet and desolate, the softness around the palm of his hand seemed hot and scorching, he only hoped that time would pass slower, slower.

It's not like the two of them had slept in the same bed before, but they had never been so intimate. At most they had just kissed and hugged each other, and Lu Mingfei never touched her randomly at that time.

The girl in his arms was wearing a silk nightgown. The fabric was extremely thin. Lu Mingfei gently touched her through the gauze and felt that her skin was as smooth as cream.

He had many beautiful thoughts in his mind, and Eri had a well-developed body with curvy figure, looking shy and ready to be picked, which was really unbearable.

After a while, Lu Mingfei sighed and said, "It's getting late, why don't we go to bed?"

"Sakura, if you want, we can do it..." Eri's face flushed, and she hugged Lu Mingfei's arm and whispered in his ear.

In the end, they didn't do anything but fell asleep in each other's arms.

The wind outside the window passed through the city, whistling in and out, like an evil ghost shuttling between tall buildings.

The sparse but large snowflakes swirling down were reminiscent of maple leaves in late autumn.

This kind of weather is really bone-chillingly cold, and it makes people feel lonely for no reason. There were no pedestrians on the street for several hours, and even the jackdaws had returned to their nests early. Looking down from the terrace of the presidential suite, I could only see the cast iron street lamps covered with snow still emitting dim lights.

The breathing in the room gradually became even, accompanied by the sound of snoring. The warm air from the heating system quietly lifted a corner of the screen, allowing the bright white light outside the window to slip into the room just a little.

In the dim white light, Eri moved in Lu Mingfei's arms. She curled up, as if she had encountered something terrible in a dream, but the expression on her face was full of peace, and she looked as harmless as a baby.

After a moment, the girl's eyelashes trembled, and her drooping eyelids suddenly opened, and she stared at Lu Mingfei's face so close to her with her wide, red-gold eyes.

She looked extremely lost, like a porcelain doll, or like someone who had just woken up after a long sleep but had not yet recovered from the dream. After a moment, the loss disappeared, replaced by a solemnity that had never appeared on Eri before, with a bit of scrutiny.

That expression and eyes could even be described as... weathered. She had experienced the hardships of time and the irreversibility of fate, until finally, when all the old friends had died, she was the only one still trudging on that desolate plain.

The little face, so white that it was almost transparent, slowly approached Lu Mingfei's cheek. The girl's eyes under her long eyelashes carefully looked at the man in front of her. She reached out her hand to touch him, but was so cautious as if she was afraid of waking Lu Mingfei up.

Suddenly, Eri froze, her pupils shrank slightly, her mouth opened slightly, and her cold solemnity turned into surprise and bewilderment. The girl pulled the quilt aside a little and quietly peeked inside.

She hesitated and put her hand back under the quilt.

The burning sensation startled her so much that she almost screamed. Eri slowly raised her head, bit her silver teeth and stared at Lu Mingfei who was sleeping. Then the girl hummed softly and uttered a name from her throat in some ancient language.

she says,

"Jörmungandr!"
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Lu Mingfei, wearing his middle school uniform, sat with Xia Mi beside the fountain at the entrance of Shilan Middle School. Their bulging schoolbags were placed on both sides, and Lu Mingfei's schoolbag obviously had a basketball in it, which bulged out a lot.

"After going to so many places, the wontons from this shop in front of the school are the most to my liking. Brother, you try it." Xia Mi used a spoon to scoop out a wonton from the paper bowl in her hand. The wonton had a thin skin and lots of fillings, and it looked plump and pleasing.

In the shadow of a tall tree by the roadside, Lu Mingfei rested his hands behind his neck, chewing wontons stuffed with corn and pork. The warm sunlight sprinkled on him, and he squinted his eyes comfortably like a cat.

Next to the fountain there was a corridor covered with violets. The sunlight dappled through the corridor. Lu Mingfei burped and touched his stomach, thinking that everyone had a similar place in their memory.

"So, junior sister, do you know Nuwa? She is the Nuwa who repaired the sky and created humans in ancient Chinese mythology. Now she seems to be in control of the order of the entire Chinese mixed-race society. I see those people respect her very much. This respect is not lip service, but awe from the bottom of their hearts." Lu Mingfei stared at the corridor in a daze.

"I had never heard of this person when Fenrir and I were active in China, but she is very strange." He put a handful of wontons aside, held his chin, frowned,

"Like a monster hidden in history, neither human nor dragon... as weird as the hybrids in this country."

"What do you mean?" Lu Mingfei was a little confused.

"History is a long river that cannot be reversed. The Black King Nidhogg created the Four Great Monarchs, the Four Great Monarchs created the Second Generation, the Second Generation combined with each other to give birth to the Third Generation, and the Third Generation combined with human women to give birth to the most primitive hybrids. This is a very clear line of the dragon race's genes being passed down... We were born in the icy sea of ​​the far north. When the Supreme created the monarch, he used bronze pillars to prop up a huge cocoon. He cut open the cocoon, and inside was his own flesh and blood. Those flesh and blood grew and differentiated and eventually became us. The time when the Four Great Monarchs were born was not "According to our inherited memory, the first king should be Vidfornir, the king of sky and wind. In Scandinavian mythology, he is a giant eagle that lives on the world tree and is a mortal enemy of the black dragon Nidhoggr." Xia Mi frowned, "And in real history, the Wind King did rebel against the Black King, but was defeated and fled to the east. That should have been 10,000 years ago. He then disappeared until he reappeared 5,000 years ago to help the super hybrid Yellow Emperor defeat another super hybrid Chi You. The name left in history is Feng Bo."

Lu Mingfei was not shocked by the fact that legendary figures like the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors in ancient times were actually mixed-race, because the little devil had actually told him about this a long time ago.

"Lord Wa told me that the super alchemical matrix used to suppress dragons on this land was originally built at the end of the Qin Dynasty. The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were far ahead of this time point. Why did he choose to assist a hybrid instead of becoming the leader himself?"

"This is exactly why I said that the mixed-race people in this country are a little weird." Xia Mi leaned on Lu Mingfei and comfortably put her long legs on Lu Mingfei's legs. The fragrance from the girl's hair made Lu Mingfei feel relaxed and happy.

"As the first Dragon King to come to this country, it stands to reason that all the mixed-races at that time should be descendants of Vidofolnir... But we have found the tomb of the Yellow Emperor, and also his coffin, in which is placed his body that has not decayed for a thousand years. Fenrir and I used our methods to analyze the ancient corpse, and found that its bloodline is not from the Wind King. It can even be said that when the Yellow Emperor and his empire were still alive, they were actually the fifth ethnic group independent of the four kings." Xia Mi's tone was faint. Although the sun was still quite warm at this moment, Lu Mingfei still shivered slowly.

"Including the King of Qin who was able to unify the six kingdoms later, and Liu Bang who completely ended Vidofolnir in the Battle of Gaixia. They are all super hybrids who exceed the limit of their bloodline and do not belong to the bloodline of the four great kings... The bloodline of the hybrids in China became complicated since Wang Mang usurped the Han Dynasty. At that time, Norton and Constantine led their people to migrate eastward from the palace of Northern Europe, crossed the Ural Mountains into the Central Plains, and forcibly sowed their bloodline on this land; then there was Li Wuyue, the King of Sky and Wind in the Later Tang Dynasty. Fenrir and I are not the kind of people who can create the next generation. Our ethnic group is the smallest among the brothers. So although we have been active in the northern border since the Eastern Han Dynasty, and even experienced the Song, Yuan, and Ming dynasties after revival, we have left the least hybrids. Even the descendants of the Water King who came to China through the Silk Road are more than our descendants."

But if China’s native mixed-race people did not originally belong to the line of the four great kings, then where did they come from?

The descendants of the White King remained in Japan, and even to this day they are still thriving, calling themselves the Eight Houses of Snake, and they have a strong voice in the entire mixed-blood world. But if they are not the descendants of the White King, then could they be the descendants of the Black Emperor?
Or maybe the Black King had actually created another Dragon King who was independent of the Four Lords and the White King before Xia Mi even knew about it. He had been hiding in the shadow of fate and growing silently, like a parasite attached to the world...

"As for the Lord Nuwa you mentioned, I have indeed never heard of this person during the time when I was active, but we found the stone she used to repair the sky." Xia Mi pointed her finger above her head.

"You found Sun Wukong?" Lu Mingfei was shocked.

Originally, he thought that the dragon clan’s worldview was already bizarre enough, but he didn’t expect that even the Monkey King would show up now?

"What are you thinking about?" Xia Mi rolled her eyes. "It's a transparent element crystal floating above Kunlun Mountain. It uses the four elements and spiritual elements to construct a huge alchemical matrix. Its only function is 'discipline'."

"The vice-principal's kind of mean spirit?" Lu Mingfei was puzzled.

"Yes, but it only suppresses a few word spirits, such as 'Emperor' and 'Guixu'." Xia Mi nodded.

The Emperor is the first on the Word Spirit Table and the beginning of all things. When the Black King recites this Word Spirit, all dragons on earth must prostrate themselves on the ground and pay respect to the great supreme being.

Guixu is the world-destroying spirit of the king of ocean and water, also known as Taikoo Quanxian. Guixu.

"The guy who left that thing is no less powerful than our royal family, I am sure of that, because that alchemical matrix is ​​considered the pinnacle even in the field of dragon alchemy, and Fenrir and I have no way to destroy it." Xia Mi's face was serious, "If it was really left by Nuwa, then I am sure that you, brother, cannot beat her... No, let's run away, right?" (End of this chapter)