Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

After dinner, someone shouted and the classmates swarmed to the business hall upstairs to sing and drink. It was already early morning when the brothers were exhausted and finally left.

Lu Mingfei still had to heal his injuries. After drinking some wine, he felt sore all over, but he still drove his uncle's BMW to send the female classmates home one by one, while the male classmates were left in the guest rooms of the Regent Hotel to rest.

The little goddess's alcohol tolerance was surprisingly good. But it was normal. If she didn't have a good alcohol tolerance, she, a girl in her early twenties, would probably be eaten up in the business district along the coast within two days of being served. But she said she wanted to talk to Lu Mingfei alone about something, so she stayed at the Regent Hotel with a smile and chatted with the Wa Lord.

Others didn't know the details of Senior Sister Yiyi, but Su Xiaoqiang knew it all. This little ancestor was not as cute as she looked. The last time they met, she could fly and even cure her father's cerebrovascular disease that had cost millions of dollars to cure with just a wave of her hand.

There were fewer and fewer scattered brothers in the bar. Except for Lu Mingfei, almost no one could drive. There were some brothers with wealthy families who called their family drivers, but the drivers could only carry the people away.

The last to leave were Zhao Menghua and Chen Wenwen. Boss Zhao was generous, and kept grabbing Uncle's hand and saying, "Uncle, I tell you, I have to pay for today's money. Lu Mingfei helped me a lot when I was in high school... And when I get married, you must come to support me. Then I..."

Chen Wenwen, who was wearing a white dress and a tweed coat, lowered her head, her face blushing as if blood was seeping into jade. She pulled Zhao Menghua's clothes and said, "Let's go, let's go quickly, my father and the others must be worried."

Although she is engaged to Boss Zhao, both of them were born in traditional families and are far from living together. This time when she returned to Hefei, Chen Wenwen still lived in her own home.

My uncle, a man who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, was actually a little drunk. He and Zhao Menghua shook hands and called each other brothers. He said with a big tongue that he would definitely attend his good brother's wedding!
Lu Mingfei's face darkened and he called Lu Mingze over: "Lu Mingze, help uncle sit down first. I'll ask the waiter to make ginger soup. You can help him sober up later."

The little fat boy fumbled to support his father, looking like a black bear hugging a tree trunk.

Over the years, he has been living in the shadow of his cousin Lu Mingfei. Whenever someone mentions their family, everyone gives a thumbs up when mentioning his cousin. When talking about Lu Mingze, everyone says to Lu Gucheng, "You have raised your son well. He looks so cute and chubby."

Is the word "round and plump" really used to compliment people?
But does Lu Mingze hate Lu Mingfei?
Not really.

People are like this. If you are a little bit better than him, he will be jealous of you. But if the distance between you is as big as the Great Rift Valley in East Africa, and it is useless to catch up with you no matter how hard you try, then he will no longer feel jealous, and will only feel fear and respect.

Lu Mingze felt that the gap between him and his cousin was like a natural chasm. There was no comparison between people. Once compared, the difference was like heaven and earth. Lu Mingfei had been ranked top three in the city in mock tests since he entered high school. He had never learned piano, saxophone, guzheng and pan flute. He was the center of the basketball team and helped his classmates drive away the hooligans from the technical school opposite the Chenghuang Temple small commodity wholesale market. His popularity was outrageous and he was as popular with girls as Daniel Wu.

Lu Mingze not only doesn't hate his cousin, but actually admires Lu Mingfei. He is good at everything, polite, well-educated and loyal. Even if his mother bullies him, he still supports him as his cousin. Of course, if Lu Mingfei knew that he thought so, he would probably feel a little guilty, because until today, Nuonuo sometimes uses the sunset marks to secretly tease Lu Mingze.

Sometimes Lu Mingze would think that his mother was a bit too much. During the most difficult period of the family's life, they relied on the huge amount of money remitted from abroad by Lu Mingfei's family to make ends meet. But the Lu family has its own national conditions. The aunt's words are the most important. The uncle looks chauvinistic, but if he really makes his wife unhappy, he still has to kneel in front of the keyboard at night.

In fact, Auntie didn't hate Lu Mingfei, she hated Qiao Weini. Lu Mingze was not as good as Lu Mingfei in any aspect, so she was picky about her nephew.

Seeing Lu Mingfei supporting Zhao Menghua walking away, Lu Mingze hesitated for a moment and suddenly called him from behind.

"Hey, brother." He shouted. In fact, he hadn't called Lu Mingfei like this for many years. At home, his mother called his cousin "Hey", so he followed the outsiders and called him Senior Brother Lu as a courtesy. Only Lu Gucheng still remembered that Lu Mingfei was his son from the Lu family, and secretly gave him pocket money. When Lu Mingfei got into a fight with someone, he was so anxious that he wanted to support him. But when this man rushed to the school, his aunt had already walked out with a happy face and waved her hand, saying that it had been resolved. Uncle asked how it was resolved, and his aunt said that I asked Mingfei to do duty for other children.

Lu Mingze remembered that day when he came home, his father locked himself in the room and got drunk. At night, Lu Gucheng broke the bowl for the first time and pointed at his wife's nose and scolded her. Lu Mingze didn't know what they quarreled about, but from then on, his aunt could no longer control his uncle's pocket money. Later, a large part of this pocket money went into Lu Mingfei's pocket.

From that day on, my cousin rarely came home for dinner, and sometimes he didn't even go home to sleep. I heard that he was taken to Su Xiaoqiang's house and Chu Zihang's house. Sometimes Lu Mingze was quite envious. Su Xiaoqiang had always been the most beautiful girl in the hearts of the boys in Shilan Middle School. Chu Zihang was handsome and rich, so he wouldn't be bullied if he followed him.

With the blessing of cool guys and beautiful girls, Lu Mingfei seemed to become more dazzling, so much so that Lu Mingze was a little afraid to walk with him. If you are just a loser and follow the glittering superstar, everyone will pick you out and step on you when praising the superstar's style.

His thoughts raced through his mind in a thousand twists and turns in a second. When Lu Mingze came to his senses, Lu Mingfei had already stopped and turned to look at him.

"Before dinner, my dad told me to go home tonight." Lu Mingze said dryly, "Your bedding and bed have not been removed yet, and they are changed every month." Although uncles are indeed rich in this world, Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze still lived in the same room when they were in high school at Shilan Middle School. They didn't even renovate the walls, and they still used the same computer together.

Lu Mingfei's heart moved, but thinking of the crisis and troubles he was facing now, he finally sighed and said: "This return home is just an unexpected accident. I will leave tomorrow morning and will not go back... Wait until next time, I will bring you and your aunt specialties from Russia as gifts." I just don't know if I can still come back from Russia. This time in Kunshan, I should meet the girl named Charlotte and then set off to the north. I may also find a way to go to Germany.

If he had not been exposed, it wouldn't matter if he went back and stayed for a day or two. But now Norma's Sky Eye was watching him. Among the execution department's styles of action, night raids were considered to be a relatively predictable method. Lu Mingfei was also worried that if a fight really broke out, his uncle's family would be accidentally injured.

After all, they are just ordinary people, and ordinary people have their own ordinary world.

Just leave the fighting and killing to these abandoned people.

Zhao Menghua was indeed a little drunk, so Lu Mingfei held him up, opened the back door of the BMW and pushed him in.

"Wow, Mr. Zhao has lived a good life after graduation. His little belly is almost as big as our dean's." Lu Mingfei took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves and sat in the driver's seat. Chen Wenwen had already sat in the passenger seat, sitting upright with her seat belt fastened, and was busy taking care of the two strands of hair hanging on her ears.

Lu Mingfei used to follow Chen Wenwen around and was known as the literature club's loyal lackey, but at that time he could be a lackey if he wanted to, while some people couldn't even be lackeys if they wanted to.

At that time, he was quietly studying everything about this literary girl like the scientists studying the atomic bomb at Oak Ridge, and he knew that Chen Wenwen would only do this hair-flipping action when she was nervous.

Thinking back to the time when he first fell in love, walking side by side with Chen Wenwen on the riverside path, his mind, filled with 5D speed dogs and hydralisk sea tactics, had once thought of such a lofty ambition that he would marry Chen Wenwen in this life. But it was always him, Lu Mingfei, who was the only one who touched her hair, and the little girl was as plain as water.

Damn it, please stop flirting with me, I’m scared.

Zhao Menghua, Zhao Menghua! Zhao Menghua, stop sleeping, wake up and pull your girlfriend to the back seat!

"Actually, Zhao Menghua works really hard. You and Chu Zihang are his idols. After graduation, he learned bass and got a gym membership. It seems like he wants to be like you." Chen Wenwen whispered. She looked out the window. The black glass reflected the city lights and her small face with a soft jawline. "He probably has a little belly because he has had too many social events recently..." "I know, I know. I was just kidding." Lu Mingfei was a little embarrassed and could only shrug and say, "Can you turn on the navigation? I'll take you home first and then take him back. You guys are really something. You didn't even bring a driver."

"Because I happened to be choosing wedding rings nearby..." Chen Wenwen's face turned even redder when she said this. Lu Mingfei sighed and thought to himself, why are you blushing like a bubble teapot in front of me? Then he stepped on the accelerator and the BMW merged into the traffic.

Some people used to say that Xia Mi was Lu Mingfei's white moonlight, but in fact, only Lu Mingfei himself knew that his real white moonlight was actually the girl next to him who was about to get married.

The so-called white moonlight is nothing but lust for beauty, plus a little inferiority complex, giving her a layer of divine brilliance. Under the precipitation of unrequited love, the girl became the white moonlight, and Lu Mingfei became a slave to the light. In fact, there is no such thing as a white moonlight, it is just the upper limit of what you see when you first fall in love.

Think about Zhu Yuanzhang, how could he believe that the bowl of pearl jade white jade soup was actually a bowl of rotten cabbage soup.

Facing each other again at this moment, in such a closed and quiet environment, even Zhao Menghua was drunk and unconscious, but Lu Mingfei was able to tell Chen Wenwen frankly that he had not liked her for a long time.

Even if there really is a white moonlight in his heart, she should have been immersed in that damn formalin at her peak, and remain in the deepest part of his soul and memory along with the chirping of cicadas in that afternoon when the grass and trees are in full bloom.

The traffic lights changed monotonously, the traffic went back and forth, and Lu Mingfei squinted his eyes to look ahead.

I don't know where the thunder came from, but the sky was light and the wind was blowing. Maybe a snowstorm was coming.

Suddenly, a heart-pounding feeling of alienation came over him. Lu Mingfei quietly pressed his chest. He realized that his heart was beating too violently.

It's like some kind of sixth sense that predicts danger.

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But he didn't know where the danger came from.

This extreme sense of loneliness and alienation also seemed vaguely familiar to him.

"Let's stop here. Can you still walk? Can you enter the community by yourself?" Lu Mingfei parked the car on the side of the road. Next to it was Chen Wenwen's residential area, which was also a villa area, but Lu Mingfei had never been here before.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you, Senior Brother Zhao Menghua." Chen Wenwen nodded and waved goodbye to Lu Mingfei.

During the 20-minute drive, the two of them had no more than three sentences to talk to. First, Lu Mingfei really didn't know what to say. Should he tell the girl that the reason he joined the literature club was because he was a toad who wanted to eat swan meat and got you into his hands? Second, Zhao Menghua occasionally talked nonsense, and Chen Wenwen had to turn around and respond. They were so harmonious that Lu Mingfei was embarrassed to interrupt.

Zhao Menghua was sent back home. His mother came out and insisted that Lu Mingfei go in and sit down with her. It took a lot of effort for her to break free.

But before he had taken two steps he stumbled and nearly fell to the ground. The feeling of death following him like a shadow was like a thorn in his back. The loneliness and alienation from the world became more intense without him noticing, like huge waves flooding onto the shore, hitting him one after another, as if to wash him down.

A tearing pain suddenly appeared above Lu Mingfei's chest. His pupils lit up instantly, and his golden pupils burned like ghost fire.

The exhausted bloodline was forcibly activated, and the tingling sensation and intense sense of crisis were finally alleviated a little. When he finally got back into the BMW, Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, pulled down his collar, and then looked under his left collarbone.

Then he froze.

Beneath the marble-like skin, a cluster of dark blue blood vessels slowly emerged like paper soaked with ink, like a group of tiny snakes entangled together.

Those blood vessels seemed to be pulled by a pen that could control them, leaving a pattern shaped like a half-closed eye under Lu Mingfei's skin.

He didn't know what it was, but the chill rose silently.

"Lu Mingze." Lu Mingfei called softly.

"I'm here, brother." The boy appeared where Chen Wenwen had just sat. He lowered his head and looked into those eyes. A ferocious look flashed across his face for a moment.

"what is this?"

"Signpost." Lu Mingze said softly.

"Sign?" Lu Mingfei's eyelids twitched. He pulled open the right side of his clothes and saw a small conch symbol on his shoulder.

This is the beacon left by Xia Mi on him, which can call Fenrir at any time and bring the kingdom of the dead to him.

This is one of Lu Mingfei's biggest trump cards.

"It's not Nibelung's beacon, but Kungunir's." The little devil gritted his teeth, "Its power recovered faster than I thought, and I was too late to stop it..."

"What do you mean?" Lu Mingfei frowned and clenched his swords.

"You're already dead." Lu Mingze looked up and looked into Lu Mingfei's eyes. (End of this chapter)