Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 399 Going Home
It was the familiar private restaurant in the city center. It had only been over a week since Lu Mingfei last visited it, but it felt like half a year had passed. It was really because he was entangled in trivial matters during his trip to Japan, especially Old Xia's script, which made him feel like the days were passing by like years.

Although the trip to Tokyo ended early, the private restaurant did not play tricks on me and happily reimbursed all the travel expenses. The owner even generously promised to pay for tonight's consumption.

It was still the familiar box and the familiar menu, but there were two more people dining together than in the past.

Eri sat next to Xia Di. The two adults were chatting incomprehensible things, while she and Lu Mingfei looked at the menu carefully. The carefully photographed food pictures on the menu made her swallow her saliva repeatedly. She pointed to several dishes that looked excellent and asked Lu Mingfei to order for her.

Sitting opposite them were the expressionless Chu Zihang and the despairing Xia Mi.

The former didn't have any requirements for food, believing that his junior brother would help him order dishes that suit his taste. The latter had just had a feast in the capital, and although she didn't eat to her heart's content for the sake of her image, she paid for the meal herself as a thank you gift from the two humans for taking care of her brother, so she ordered a lot and ate a lot, and was about 80% full.

If I eat any more, I'm afraid I'll have to go to the toilet and change my body to speed up digestion.

"What's wrong?" Chu Zihang asked softly when he saw that Xia Mi looked worried.

Just now, Master Xia did not hide anything and brought them back from the capital city instantly. Xia Mi then confessed that she was also a mixed-race. She also kept asking them what they had done in Japan to cause such a big fuss.

She asked, but she didn't allow Lu Mingfei to brag about himself and only let Chu Zihang speak.

With his eloquence, he might be able to write an essay with a flood of ideas, but it was somewhat difficult for him to express himself eloquently. He only used the most concise words to summarize the cause, process and result of the incident, a diary of no more than 500 words in total.

After saying that, Xia Mi fell silent. When they arrived at the hotel, she still looked depressed and worried. He felt that he must have made her unhappy in some way.

"No, I'm just wondering where to spend the night." Xia Mi glanced sideways at the frozen wood next to her. In some ways, this foster brother was just like her biological brother, with no vision at all.

You can't let her say that she's too full and doesn't want to sit there and watch others eat, right?
After hearing this, Chu Zihang decided to just go to his house. Not only does he have a two-meter-long bed, but he can also enjoy the sleeping service of Ms. Su Xiaoyan, the mainstay of the former city dance troupe, and the payment he needs to pay is just to be held in her arms and used as a pillow.

After thinking it over, he finally didn't offer any extra suggestions: "Don't worry, Uncle Xia will arrange it."

Chu Tianjiao, who had been peeking out of the corner of his eye, saw that there was no news, so he decisively withdrew his gaze and stopped talking nonsense with Xia Di. He got straight to the point and said, "Old Xia, tell me the truth, what earth-shattering things did you and Zihang do in Japan?"

Anyway, he couldn't hide the fact that he was recruited by the Dragon Group, and he was too lazy to cover it up. He just asked about the information he had learned through the Dragon Group channels during this period and the problems that had arisen.

Xia Di spoke the truth, embellished the details, and defined what he did as a great, glorious and good thing.

No matter whether Chu Tianjiao believed it or not, he believed it anyway.

“The Dragon Team’s special advisors are like this. Non-staff members like you just need to obey your superiors’ orders, devote yourself to the operation, and execute the orders.

There are many things I need to consider, such as whether to plant those fat men and little boys in Jerusalem or Washington, whether the upcoming financial crisis in New York will affect my overseas layout, who should I target to prevent countless people’s childhoods from turning into shadows, and whether to watch the fireworks in Japan tonight from below or from the side…”

Xia Di had a worried look on his face. As a big shot, he had to make many important decisions personally. The useless uncle next to him could not understand his troubles at all.

Chu Tianjiao frowned when he heard this. Although he had not had much contact with the outside world recently and was relatively isolated from information, he would not believe Xia Di's lies.

As he was thinking this, he saw Lu Mingfei pick up the remote control and turn on the TV in the box. It happened to be the international channel, and an urgent news broadcast was playing on it:

"At 19:30 Beijing time, the Japanese Prime Minister's residence and the Imperial Palace were bombarded by unknown persons..."

Looking at the video clips sent back by reporters on the front line, it can be seen that a yellow line has been put up around either the Prime Minister's residence or the Japanese Imperial Palace. Large areas of buildings have collapsed, and raging fires have broken out on the ruins. From time to time, there are still deafening explosions that have been specially treated.

As the camera zooms out, you can see that several places in Tokyo are filled with thick smoke, and no one knows who is responsible.

After the urgent news broadcast ended, the experts and hosts on the international channel briefly discussed the matter. They all said "well done" and "continue next time", and then continued the topic that had not been completed:

It is said that in the Middle East, where oil is everywhere and the US military is madly breeding, a group of terrorists wearing robes and turbans picked up a big treasure with Doraemon graffiti on it in the desert. No one knows what it is, but a Chinese Red Cross member who passed by shouted "Fuck, it turns out!" when he saw it.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the TV until the commercial break came, then they turned their gaze to the man sitting in the main seat, who was calmly teaching Eri how to hold chopsticks correctly.

"Uncle..." Lu Mingfei looked at him through his clothes and couldn't help swallowing his saliva: "Are you trying to start World War III?"

"Who made up this rumor?" Xia Di didn't even raise his eyelids, holding Eri's hand to correct her finger gestures: "Instead of worrying about World War III, it's better to focus on Ragnarok and think about how to slay dragons with conventional and unconventional weapons."

"Then what's going on?" Lu Mingfei pointed at the TV and asked.

"It's a coincidence. I've been accompanying you guys around all day. How could I have the time to grow mushrooms and set off fireworks?" Xia Di shook his head to deny it. It was someone else who did it, and his innocence could not be slandered.

What I just said to Chu Tianjiao is purely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental.

Chu Tianjiao did not say anything, but silently raised Xia Di's danger level in his heart. This guy was a man who was afraid of chaos in the world. He must find the things left by the Black King in this city as soon as possible to prevent Xia Di from taking them to cause trouble.

Although he is now a non-staff member of the Dragon Group, it has only been a few days and he does not have much sense of belonging. He still wants the secret party to handle these important matters.

Lu Mingfei made a note in his mind, preparing to ask enough questions so that Old Xia could tell the truth all at once.

Chu Zihang did not express any opinion. He silently looked at the small desserts on the menu, wondering which one would be more to Xia Mi's taste. He did not notice that the girl next to him had a strange look in her eyes, as if she had opened the door to a new world.

Despite Xia Di's assurance, Xiao Long Nu, who has always been strong, still wants to try to survive the Ragnarok by her own efforts. At this moment, she is thinking about whether it is more difficult to devour the dragon bone cross of other brothers or steal the atomic bomb...

The box was not big and there were not many people there, but except for Eri who simply wanted to eat, everyone else had their own ulterior motives.

The food was served while everyone was chatting casually. Six people, two adults and four children, ordered eight dishes, one soup and several desserts.

Chu Zihang's good intentions were not in vain. Xia Mi's ordinary stomach was almost full, but her dessert stomach was still empty, just in time to take in these desserts that were homeless after being carefully prepared. When she looked up at the new red-haired girl opposite her, she found that her eating speed was only faster than hers, and she nodded secretly in her heart, as if she had found a companion chosen by heaven to eat.

It’s a pity that Huili has a good relationship with Lu Mingfei, and she may not be able to pry her away.

"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I? Chinese food is far better than Japanese food." Lu Mingfei looked at Eri who was concentrating on eating, his eyes full of complacency, as if all the food on the table was made by him himself.

“Oh, it’s delicious!”

The first meal after returning home ended perfectly with Eri's praise. There were no other arrangements after the meal. Everyone had played outside for a day, and it was time for everyone to go home and see their mothers.

Although Chu Zihang did not contact Chu Tianjiao when he was in Japan, he never forgot to report his safety to his mother Su Xiaoyan. Even if he did not call, he would send text messages.

Knowing that her mother and the aunt from her girlfriends' group were traveling in Sanya at the time, and her "father" was also on a business trip and had not returned, and there was no one at home except the housekeeper Aunt Tong, she simply asked Chu Tianjiao to drive her back in his proudest Maybach.

After watching the six-meter-long black car disappear at the end of his sight, Xia Di turned around and looked at the three little ones behind him, especially the little dragon girl who was staring at him eagerly: "So, are you going home or to my place?"

The snacks and drinks he had stored were almost all gone because of Xia Mi, but thanks to a hardworking and capable long-legged beauty, she helped him replenish his supplies.

"I'm afraid of the dark, so of course I can't live alone!" Xia Mi pretended to be timid and confident, "Come with me to get some clothes first. I've been running around with my stupid brother all day today, and I'm all dirty."

So the jeep drove into the old neighborhood again. The roar of the car echoed in the dark and gloomy grove, and finally stopped in front of an old villa covered with ivy.

The cold moonlight passed through the treetops and mixed with the dead leaves that fell on the ground to form mottled old marks, adding a sense of horror to the villa that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

It was the first time that Lu Mingfei came to Xia Mi's house at night. He couldn't help but complain in his heart that if Xiao Xiami moved out in the future, he could consider renting out the house as a haunted house. Those directors who specialize in shooting horror movies would definitely like this setting.

Eri was looking out through the car window nervously. Although the atmosphere and the scene were a bit scary, she couldn't help but be curious.

A girl who can live here must be very brave.

Thinking of the little sister who would make her feel slightly oppressed by just a casual glance at her, Eri felt that she was much stronger than herself. Perhaps this was the strong will brought about by the tempering of the environment. She hoped that she could become as confident and brave in the future.

Because a little dragon girl was forbidden to enter to help on the grounds of personal privacy, Xia Di could only stand in front of the villa gate to tease mosquitoes. After waiting for a while, he heard heavy footsteps coming from the stairs. He leaned over to take a look and saw a thin and small girl dragging a big suitcase and carrying two schoolbags down to the first floor.

"What do you call this a few pieces of clothing?" Xia Dixu complained, "In the human world, we generally call this behavior moving."

"I have too many clothes, is that not okay?" Xiao Longnu groaned, and stuffed the box and schoolbag into Xia Di's hands: "You said you would take care of me from now on, don't break your promise, Uncle Xia!"

"When did I say that?" Master Xia suspected that the periodic table of words was incomplete. There was a forbidden word called the Book of Years that had not been recorded, and it was just released by Xia Mi to tamper with history.

"You said it!" Xia Mi insisted. Without giving Xia Di a chance to argue, she pushed him out, closed the door, and hung a bronze lock on it that had more symbolic significance than practical meaning.

Finally, she took a look at the furnishings in the house. They were all old items, many of which she had picked up after taking over this abandoned villa.

There are many wealthy people in the city center, and they often throw their discarded furniture into the garbage dump. However, when Xia Mi occasionally sees something she likes or that is missing at home, she will bring it back, wash it, and put it back to use.

Although she was not the type to get bored easily, there were so many good things in Xia Di's house that they did not need her old antiques which were only of personal commemorative value to fill up the house.

She had already made up her mind that she would stay at Uncle Xia's house not only tonight, but also tomorrow night and the night after that and every night thereafter, so she left them behind to look after the house.

When I grow up and make a lot of money, I can renovate this place and use it as my secret nest in the future.

She jumped on the spot and turned off the power. The dilapidated villa that had finally lit up was once again immersed in endless darkness. Xiaolongnu walked towards another brighter and warmer light that was lit for her.

"You forgot to turn off your high beam!" Xia Mi quickly caught up with the man carrying the big boxes and small bags and easily overtook him.

"Aren't you afraid that you can't see clearly and get lost at your doorstep?" Xia Di joked with a smile. He still remembered that there was a little fool who chased him to the capital, but got trapped in the maze of the overpass and couldn't get out, which seriously lowered the average IQ of the Dragon King.

"Shut up!"

Behind her is a silent and dark villa, in front of her is a jeep that has been powered on and is ready to go at any time, next to her is the bad guy who made her angry in the name of uncle, and two friends who spend every day with her.

Dragons, like humans, were originally just children born into this world.

Xia Mi remembered that when she had just woken up from a deep sleep, she was like a child who knew nothing and was trying hard to learn how to play the role of a human being.

She observed human laughter, human sadness, and human emotions, trying to disguise herself as a real human being.

It’s just that humans have homes, their own houses and their own families, but she only has herself and a stupid brother who may wake up at any time.

So she found a large abandoned house in this strange city and decorated it into a barely habitable home.

Even though no one would respond when she shouted "I'm back" to an empty house every time after school, she still insisted on doing so every day.

And today, the lonely Xiaolongnu finally waited for the person who could give her a response.

"Drip!"

Xia Di honked the horn twice, as if saying goodbye to someone: "Get ready to go home!"

(End of this chapter)