Dragons: Lu Mingfei’s Sims

Chapter 242 The moment the curtain comes to an end (please subscribe!!!)

"I can give you this choice."

Lu Mingfei nodded: "Now let's talk about what's in the box."

"Okay, I believe you."

Lin Fenglong finally said: "In the box is a map, to be precise, a treasure map."

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Lu Mingfei felt something was wrong: "What kind of treasure map?"

"Dragon King, Nighogg's treasure map. Some people also say that it is the place where the dragon lives, where he finally wakes up."

Lin Fenglong said: "But... you may not believe it, the map in that box is wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"That is to say, the real map is not with me. The box Chu Tianjiao is responsible for transporting is just a smoke bomb."

"I don't believe you have another chance to tell the truth."

Lu Mingfei was startled for a moment, and then said in a cold voice: "If it was fake, how could you have stayed in place for so long?"

"No, since you have killed me once, you know that what I left there is just a substitute that can summon gods at any time."

Lin Fenglong said it sincerely.

Lu Mingfei could only frown slightly.

——It’s not a scam.

"Does that mean you have some clues?"

"I've actually been trying to figure out how to get into Cassel College."

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Seeing that Lu Mingfei remained silent, Lin Fenglong knew that this smart man might have understood the answer.

"The mission back then should have been a success."

The implication is - "The information is in the hands of Principal Angers, or a certain board of directors."

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Lu Mingfei sorted out his messy thoughts and found that he still didn't have a clear idea, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

"Very well, you have proven that you are worth living."

Lin Fenglong smiled faintly.

"As long as I remove the alchemical matrix from my head, I can do it."

"Sorry, you seem to have misunderstood the meaning."

Lu Mingfei took out a small gold figurine that he had prepared earlier and unfolded it in front of him: "Should I do it or should you do it yourself?"

"!"

Lin Fenglong was speechless, staring blankly at the gold figurine, his heart was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.

"You unexpectedly you unexpectedly."

"You actually mastered this technique!!!"

"Unbelievable! Unbelievable! No wonder you can."

He stopped talking. This was something that could not be explained clearly in one or two sentences. Now it seems that his defeat was completely understandable.

There is also this trap.

"I understand."

He took a deep breath, and without Lu Mingfei taking action, a gray and profound soul slowly drew out.

Then he was absorbed by this gold figurine.

It's like catching Pokémon, but it only looks similar on the surface.

First of all, whether Lin Fenglong is a good companion or not is another matter.

Lu Mingfei just wanted to use these few months to do some research and have time to think about whether to resurrect him or just crush him and let him disappear.
In other words, this preparation only gave Lu Mingfei one more choice and room for roundabout mediation.

'Lin Fenglong''s body gradually changed from soft and wrinkled to stiff.

The remaining fire on the surface gradually dissipated and disappeared in the wind.

The keel cross slowly takes shape in the air.

When Lu Mingfei walked out holding it, he was like a champion holding a cup, and everyone gathered around him.

At this time, the flowers and money in the sky for the gods to practice have not yet dispersed.

They fluttered down one after another.

Tang Sen and the people in the tour group were really obsessed with it. There was an effect that seemed to be the 'drunken oxygen' effect.

Lu Mingfei felt that they were really suffering from the sequelae of this symptom. Maybe they all thought they had died a long time ago and were getting high in their dreams!

Further away, Chu Zihang and others did not join the carnival.

Chu Tianjiao has quietly left the stage.

Chu Zihang leaned on Murasu and lowered his head. It looked like he was so tired that he fell asleep. There were burning scars on his naked upper body, which were the emblem of a brave man.

Next to him stood Susie and Xia Mi, talking about something unknown.Caesar ushered in a group of belated bodyguards.

The head bodyguard in black still didn't know what he had missed. He lowered his head as if reporting or apologizing. Someone next to him presented the 'Seven Deadly Sins' brought by Caesar, the late dragon-slaying knife.

And beyond.

Dressed as a tourist and wearing a purple peaked cap, Mai Shutoku gave him a wink. Just standing there, he could feel her good figure and youthful look.

Then there was Su Enxi's voice in the headphones.

She breathed a heavy sigh of relief:

"It's done! You've successfully completed the task. Congratulations, boss!"

"Happy together."

Lu Mingfei was lifted and thrown up by the crowd. Lu Mingfei looked at the sky above his head.

Behind the colorful petals, the real world is gradually revealed.

Journey to the Nibelungen.

Finished perfectly!

at the same time.

The other side of the earth.

The Brasserie next to the Chicago Civic Opera House.

This place has fallen into disrepair along with the opera house. Now it is just a small workshop with no reputation. The people sitting in the shop are all old and familiar customers. Occasionally, there are a few new faces who accidentally enter this place. Most of them are young people who love urban exploration.

It seems that this is the only one who came today, because this young man wore a hood quite informally.

KFC family bucket hood.

What the hell!

The waitresses in Bavarian dresses were hesitating whether to drive him away, but this guy had already ordered ten one-liter cups of yellow beer in succession, and the bill came to a thousand yuan, which was a great deal for patronizing the small shop.

"Hey! Girls, two more glasses of yellow beer!"

Mr. KFC drank happily.

The waitresses hurriedly responded, and they all walked down from the bar. There were several high stools, and you could clearly see the skin color of the thin stockings shining brightly under the small spotlights above their heads. Showing healthy calf muscles and seductive thigh muscles.
Logically speaking, no man who drinks would easily let go of such a wonderful scene.

But this Mr. KFC was like a preacher, completely indifferent.

"You have changed, a lot."

Opposite Mr. KFC, the thin old man was curled up in a chair, still drinking his second cup:

"Is there anything you're happy about?"

"Yes, of course."

Mr. KFC nodded.

A trace of rare surprise flashed through the old man's turbid eyes: "Really? Let's talk about it."

"My wife has given birth."

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The old man was stunned for three seconds: "Damn it! I almost believed you!"

"Shrunken calf."

Mr. KFC was very thoughtful in sending tips.

The old man felt helpless: "I recently learned a new word, the Chinese word 'second-rate magnet'. I think I am a second-rate magnet."

He took a slow sip of his beer.

"It means that there are always some two hundred and fifty around, as if they were sent here by fate. Take those little bastards who don't make people worry about them. They always think that they are unique and want to do something because of the protection of their family. What an incredible undertaking, but who knows that saving one’s life and passing on the family’s legacy are the most important things now.”

"Oh? Is there a story?"

The waitress brought new wine, and Fingel immediately picked up a large glass and took a swig.

This heroic gesture made him feel as if his wife had given birth to a great joy.

"Yeah, but it's not a story, it's an accident."

Henkel sighed heavily: "Do you know about the reward? The location is in BJ."

"It's insulting to say I don't know."

"No, I just want to say that the group of brats who were determined to join in the fun and slay the dragon are all buried inside now. Their bones are buried in a foreign land, and their ashes are not left behind."

Hengao raised his glass and shook his head: "I really don't know what to say."

After hearing this, Fingel also raised his glass solemnly:

"Then let them go all the way. After all, BJ is a big city. Maybe we can keep company with the maids and eunuchs in the Forbidden City and learn more about foreign cultures."

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Henkel wanted to punch him.

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