Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Lu Mingfei was stunned. He seemed to have caught something vaguely, or touched something vaguely. He felt as if something like a stream was flowing slowly from his fingertips, flowing into his soul, and flowing into the deepest part of his chest.

Nuonuo's eyes were really sad, reminding people of the red hibiscus that withered and died in its prime, beautiful and weak, but still growing sharp thorns. She was originally a girl as strong and sharp as a sword, beautiful and dangerous, but at this time Nuonuo's expression was like a little kid who had lost his favorite toy.

They looked at each other, in the rose-scented morning breeze, with people coming and going around them, and something was reunited again across time and space in those two pairs of eyes of different colors.

Lu Mingfei remembered what he had grabbed.

He remembered where he had seen this look before.

He turned his head silently and looked at himself from the shiny coating of the Bugatti Veyron parked on the roadside. He suddenly felt a little irritated and at a loss. He saw his former self in Nuonuo.

That was many years ago, when Finkel first told him that your senior sister was going to marry Caesar and you had no chance, blah blah.

It's been a long time, and my memory is a little fuzzy. There are so many sad things, one after another, and the details of this incident are gradually forgotten. But Lu Mingfei still remembers the look in his eyes in the mirror, which was the last sober picture before the hangover, sad and helpless, so fragile that he seemed to curl up and sob at any time.

This is probably the look that Nono has at this moment.

She grasped the corner of Lu Mingfei's clothes as if she was grasping the whole world. She had always been a person who lacked a sense of security, so she made herself as hard and sharp as a sword made of steel.

But at this moment, Nuo Nuo suddenly revealed such a vulnerable side in front of Lu Mingfei.

"You are together, right?" Nuonuo said softly. The girl tried hard to suppress something in her voice, but the faint cry still came out clearly. She raised her head stubbornly and stared at Lu Mingfei, even though there was already a mist in her deep red eyes.

Lu Mingfei also stared into Nuonuo’s eyes. They stood there, as if everything around them no longer mattered, leaving only the breathing of the boy and the girl.

“No, we are not together. My feelings towards my junior sister are not like that.” Lu Mingfei said. His voice was so gentle, as if he was whispering to his own kitten.

Lu Mingfei stretched out a hand to hold Nuo Nuo's head, the soft hair flowing through his fingertips. He leaned forward slightly so that their eyes were at the same height.

"Senior Sister, why do you care so much about Xia Mi?" Lu Mingfei raised his eyes and looked very interested.

"You are such an idiot!" Nuonuo cursed softly, and probably got the answer she wanted. The girl became strong again. In front of a certain emotion called love, even a witch who is proficient in profiling fell into the abyss. With her ability, she could have seen more things, but last night Nuonuo's profiling only went to the point where Xia Mi forcefully kissed Lu Mingfei and was forced to end because of her unstable emotions.

She finally let go of Lu Mingfei's clothes and reached out to pinch the boy's face hard.

“It hurts, it hurts, Senior Sister, it hurts!” Lu Mingfei wailed.

"Walk faster! The principal is waiting for you!" Nuonuo patted the boy's head gently and skipped forward.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, tried hard to put on an indifferent and happy expression on his face, and quickened his pace to catch up.

In a place that none of them could see, in the building where the two people were temporarily staying, in a window, the blond boy withdrew his ice-blue eyes that were originally following the red-haired girl who was jumping away. He shook the scarlet bitter liquid in his hand and sat down dejectedly.

Caesar suddenly became a little irritated. He gulped down a bottle of liquor as if to get rid of certain thoughts from his mind.

But a hand with slender fingers and fair skin grasped the wrist of his raised glass.

"Isabella..."

Caesar called the girl's name softly, as if he had finally made a decision to integrate the owner of this name into his own soul.

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"I already know how you performed during the free day, Mingfei. It's great. You deserve to be our S-level." As a stream of crimson water poured out from the bone china teapot, Principal Angers' voice was as gentle as an old senior at home asking questions to his juniors.

The red water stream, carrying dense white steam, poured into the porcelain cup, creating bursts of tea fragrance. The collision of the liquid in the cup made a soothing sound.

Principal Ange said, "Jin Jun Mei produced in Wuyi Mountain is picked in late spring. It has a mellow and subtle fragrance and needs to be tasted carefully."

"Thank you, Principal." Lu Mingfei stared at the tea in his cup. "As expected, authentic Chinese tea is the best. No decent person would add sugar or milk to their tea."

Principal Angers withdrew his hand that was reaching for the milk jug and sugar bowl with some embarrassment.

This small space is such a great place. The air is filled with a light wood scent, and everywhere you look you can see the oily color of old wood. The two-story bookshelves that reach the ceiling are filled with books, and the winding wooden stairs divide the entire space into small pieces, like a huge birdcage.

Lu Mingfei sat under the skylight. Over the years, he often imagined what he would do if he owned this place.

Maybe it’s still those noisy nights when I sit alone under the skylight and look at the starry sky through the huge window.

The sunlight shone through the frosted glass onto Lu Mingfei. He took a sip of black tea and felt so comfortable that he wanted to hum aloud.

During the days of the Nibelungen Project, he would sit in this position every day, waiting for the principal to summarize the day's gains, and always get a cup of Ceylon black tea in the end. Those years were hard and full of hope. That was when Lu Mingfei was ruthless. Most of the time, he was like a pickled cucumber, very listless and cowardly, but he also had times when he was ruthless and crazy.

When he gets ruthless, the whole world will be amazed.

"What do you think of this place?" Principal Ange, like Lu Mingfei, looked out the window. There was an old tree full of yellow autumn leaves. As the wind blew, the golden leaves fell down. Some of them fell on the skylight, making the sunlight falling into the office a little mottled.

There were two heavy rains in the suburbs of Chicago not long ago. The warmth and dryness of midsummer began to fade away in the air, and autumn really came quietly.

Looking from here toward the city of Chicago, across the mountains, you can see the vegetation on the fields transitioning from dark green to golden yellow to reddish brown. Through layers of birch and spruce trees, you can vaguely see huge signal base stations standing in the uninhabited wilderness.

The afternoon sun shone through the huge skylight in the principal's office. The golden color filtered by the frosted glass fell on Lu Mingfei's body, making him feel warm. Behind the principal opposite him, there was a shelf full of books neatly arranged, from "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" to "Nicomachean Ethics", from "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" to "Thus Spoke Zarathustra". Nietzsche's "The Will to Power" was placed at the top of the shelf. There was a thin layer of dust on the spine of the book, and the patio was full of years of autumn leaves.

This season is so beautiful, the celebration of life and the elegy for the end of life are often played on the same day.

Even though it was almost noon, there was a thin layer of cold mist in the wind under the bright sunshine.

“It’s great. I like it here very much.” The shadow of the big tree was reflected in Lu Mingfei’s eyes. The sunlight left tiny spots of light in his pupils. The bright light was nurtured on the lens. For a moment, he seemed so gentle and sacred, like a young man in a myth who was destined to sacrifice himself to the gods.

This beautiful and unforgettable place, this season where fate has forked into countless paths, Lu Mingfei sets foot on that long thorny road again. All the friendship, love, life and death will be repeated around him once again.

But this time, he held the sword tightly and never let go.

If anyone tried to take away what he had regained, he would draw his sword and kill them. If it was a dragon, Lu Mingfei would not care whether the sword was bathed in human blood or dragon blood.

"I'm glad you like it here!" Principal Angers laughed, hearty and high-spirited. He wiped his folding knife clean and put it into the cowhide scabbard on the corner of the table. The gems inlaid on the scabbard were shining, enchanting and beautiful.

"The facts have once again proved that there is no problem with my rating of you. You have proved yourself in the day of freedom, Mingfei, and you will become another leader after me." Principal Angers reached across the table and patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder. The way he looked at the boy was like the look in the eyes of a big boss who has been in the underworld for decades and is finally ready to retire looking at his most proud little brother.

"Principal, you are so kind. Principal, you are so kind." Lu Mingfei smiled innocently and scratched his hair.

He didn't doubt the principal's words, but he felt that old man Ange could probably live for at least several decades. He was an old man who was determined to put an end to the dragon clan, and he would not die until the flames could burn all the remains of dragons to ashes.

"Chen Motong is still waiting for you outside, so I won't beat around the bush." ​​The principal pushed the dark green document that had been placed in front of him to Lu Mingfei. The surface of the document was a lush world tree, and only the seal was stamped with a huge S in gold.

Lu Mingfei's eyelids twitched slightly.

S-level mission.

There is only one S-level mission this year, the "Kuimen Plan".

Damn it, I have taken Constantine and the Seven Deadly Sins away, but is the school still going to launch the Kuimen Project?

"What is this?" Lu Mingfei pretended to be confused.

"It's a task from the executive department. Although you have no practical class arrangements as a freshman, if you can accept and complete this task, I can exempt you from four credits of exams outside of the rules." The principal smiled. "However, this mission is very dangerous. There is a high probability that you will encounter dragons of more than three generations, so the decision is yours."

"I can agree, but I won't exempt you from the credits." Lu Mingfei waved his hand. He leaned forward and stared into Ange's iron-gray eyes. "If I can complete this task, I have only one request, Principal."

Ange's fingers tapped lightly on the table, and he also stared into Lu Mingfei's eyes.

"What is it?" Ange's tone was still gentle, but Lu Mingfei could hear a hint of vigilance.

"I can't tell you now, sorry." Lu Mingfei looked apologetic.

"Then I can't agree to that." Angers refused sternly.

Lu Mingfei raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I swear that matter will not cross your bottom line, and it will definitely be related to slaying the dragon."

Ange did not speak for a long time, until several minutes later -

"Norma, please leave this room first."

"Okay, sir, nothing in this room will be monitored in the next thirty minutes." Norma's voice came from somewhere, and then there was silence.

"I agree to your request, Mingfei, no matter what you want to do, even if it breaks my bottom line." Principal Ange made his promise, but he suddenly reached out and grabbed Lu Mingfei's wrist, hard and strong, as if to crush steel. The old man said, "But you have to promise me to stand on the side of mankind."

Lu Mingfei sighed heavily.

"No problem, Headmaster, but I don't think half-bloods represent all of humanity," he said.

Ange was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. He laughed so heartily, like a bachelor who had a child in his old age. After a while, he wiped the corners of his eyes, and his momentum became sharp and magnificent. He said: "Of course, mixed-bloods cannot represent humans."

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Then came the details of the Kuimen plan. After it was confirmed that the main candidates for the plan were Lu Mingfei, Nuonuo, Jiude Aki and Ye Sheng, Lu Mingfei stood up and said goodbye.

"There is one more thing, Mingfei," the principal called Lu Mingfei who had already walked to the door. Lu Mingfei turned his head slightly.

"I wish you a good result in the 3E exam." said the old man, while raising the black tea towards the young man's back and drinking it all in one gulp.

Chapter 32 3E Exam

"Don't worry, brother! I've heard from Qilan and the others that the 3E exam is not difficult, it's just a dictation of dragon text. You are an S-level student appointed by the principal, so this little thing won't be a problem for you!" Xia Mi skipped beside Lu Mingfei. The girl was wearing a white long skirt. Under the swaying hem of the skirt, her white ankles sparkled like pearls in the early autumn sun.

Today is the day of the 3E exam. Lu Mingfei spent the whole night doing homework yesterday, listing all the possible dangers that the Kuimen Plan might encounter and looking for solutions. When Xia Mi pushed the door in, he was still sleeping soundly with the quilt covering him.

“I’m not worried about this…” As someone who has already gone through the 3E test, Lu Mingfei’s heart is extremely calm. The little devil Lu Mingze said that he has indeed awakened his S-level bloodline on his own, so there must be no problem with such a small dragon test.

He was actually thinking about the Kuimen plan that would be carried out next.

If the history that has already happened has not been changed, the Kuimen Plan should have already begun at this moment, and Senior Sister Aki and Senior Brother Ye Sheng would soon be in danger in the Three Gorges.

The turning point of fate is just around the corner. The white doves on the bell tower are cooing. They are about to gain the freedom they have always dreamed of because of a tragedy, even if the price of this freedom will be displacement.

"The mission has been assigned to me. I would like to apply to go to the mission location nearby." Lu Mingfei yawned and said to Xia Mi, "The principal arranged for me and my senior sister to carry out this mission together. He said that the secret party suspected that they had found the palace of a certain dragon king."

"The Dragon King's palace..." Xia Mi hummed, her heart bursting with joy. She thought to herself, who is the unlucky one who is going to have his house robbed? Fortunately, this queen is very smart and only built her nest in Nibelungen, and Fenrir is there to guard the house. If any half-blood dares to break in, Fenrir will be given a feast.

"Well, it's in the Three Gorges. The principal said it might be the remains left by the King of Bronze and Fire, buried in the underwater rock strata. The Moniah is now cruising in that water." Lu Mingfei did not hide it. He raised his drooping head and quietly observed Xia Mi's eyes.

The little dragon seemed a little surprised. She used to be a royal family active in the same area as the brothers Constantine and Norton for a while, but she didn't know where the brothers sitting high on the bronze throne had left their altars.

Dragons are tyrannical and selfish creatures, even if they are born from the same womb or created by the same being, they will still think of devouring each other, devouring their brothers and sisters, making their blood more noble and truly becoming the supreme being.

After Xia Mi woke up, she spent a long time searching for the cocoons of her brothers who had not yet woken up. As long as she could get those cocoons that gathered power and strength, she would be able to evolve herself into Hela, a species more noble than the four monarchs, and would be qualified to hold the scepter of destiny in the coming great era.

"Then you must be careful, brother. That is the Dragon King's palace. There might be some ancient alchemical products hidden inside, or even evil spirits." Xia Mi wrinkled her pretty nose, her face filled with righteous indignation. "The principal is really a jerk. He is so inhuman! He actually let a freshman like you do such a dangerous mission! I'm going to report him!"

When she said this, she clenched her right fist and touched her chest with her left hand. She was really a beautiful girl who was eager to help others.

Unfortunately, the Illinois State Department of Education probably has no control over Cassel. If they really want to report Principal Angers, they may have to contact the FBI or something and let the US government arrest him for carrying weapons of mass destruction without a license.

"Don't worry, Junior Sister. I don't take your brother, the little Dragon King, seriously." Lu Mingfei boasted. After all, he had Constantine's bone bottle in his hands, Norton was still wandering around New York and hadn't awakened yet. There were at most two dragon servants in the Bronze City, and at most they were second-generation species. Lu Mingfei was a tough guy who had killed several Dragon Kings, so two second-generation species were nothing in his eyes.

They walked together, and Lu Mingfei said, "Junior sister, what do you think of senior brother?" "He's very handsome, and he's the type I like." Xia Mi held her chin with her hand, and suddenly turned in front of Lu Mingfei to stop him. Her eyebrows were curved, and her eyes were expressing the same emotion, which was the feeling when you like someone.

"I mean Chu Zihang!" Lu Mingfei put one hand on Xia Mi's face and held her right hand with the other, forcing her back on the right track.

"Oh, the senior brother is very nice. He gave me a lot of advice."

"What advice?"

"Well, nothing, nothing." Xia Mi pretended to be mysterious. Lu Mingfei raised his drooping eyes, which made him look like he was suddenly interested in something.

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