Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, and replied to Eriyi, "Yuanjun is a very good person, Eriyi doesn't need to worry."

Then there is the senior sister, who is more talkative than Eriko Nono, and is better at sharing the happy things she has seen or experienced. For example, the principal was dragged into the second floor box by several girls and did not come out for several hours. This kind of thing. I guess the smile in senior sister's eyes when she sent this text message was hard to hide.

Continuing to scroll down, Qilan left the most messages. The handsome Indian guy probably wanted to sum up everything he saw and heard in this city and send it to Lu Mingfei. At the same time, he mentioned at the end, "Everything is normal on the Diriaste." , According to the principal, if nothing happens, you will be able to dive in a week at most." Lu Mingfei thought to himself that this last paragraph was the key point, and if nothing else happened, what did it mean? Why did he always feel like he was being flagged inexplicably?

Why does this sound a bit like "You only have a week to live, Lu Mingfei, so do whatever you want to do."

Fingel and Caesar sent over a few photos, which were mostly the same. They were portraits of girls with beautiful legs, thin waists and pert buttocks. They should have been taken at the Tamamo-mae Club. Just like Genji Heavy Industries is the administrative center of the entire Snakegihachi family, Tamamo-mae can be called the administrative center of the Inuyama family. Big figures from all over Japan and even around the world gather here.

It is said that there is a corridor dozens of meters long in front of the main hall of Tamamo-mae Club. When the distinguished guests slowly approach, the door at the end of the corridor slowly opens, and the girls who fill the room with light bow together in front of the guests, with their long hair hanging down. , the end is as graceful as a hook. Looking at Caesar and Fingel's happy faces, Lu Mingfei could probably imagine that they were all graceful and beautiful girls in their own right. Compared with them, the sexy or elegant dancers and piano girls should all have turned into vulgar makeup. Bar.

By the way, Xia Mi was surprisingly quiet today. In the past, when Lu Mingfei first came to Tokyo, junior sister wished she could video chat with senior brother Lu 24 hours a day.

Lu Mingfei picked up a paper fan with "Japan Jisei Utsunomiya Medical College" printed on it from the shelf next to him and spread it open. This small advertisement made Boss Lu's face darken. He remembered that Fingel often mentioned this hospital after he came to Tokyo. It was said to be a leader in urology.

I think Lu Mingfei is clean now. If he finds the Lankavatara Sutra left behind by Patriarch Bodhidharma, he may not be able to practice the Nine Yang Magic or something more authentic than Zhang Wuji. He shouldn't be associated with something like a leader in urology, right?

Could it be that he was hinting at something?

Lu Mingfei's heart tightened. Thinking of the beautiful moment with his senior sister that night, some faint ripples appeared in his heart.

When Nuonuo held the handle of the lust knife, it was difficult to say that Boss Lu had not broken his magical skills. Even the great monk riding a white horse almost broke the lust ring in the daughter's country. Lu Mingfei did not consider himself to be a ruthless saint, so he had to think more carefully. It's considered normal.

After sniffing, Lu Mingfei put on the phone and groped towards his room.

There was no one in sight in the living room and corridor. The windows of the Peninsula Tokyo Hotel were all noise-proof. Even the wind monsters sweeping back and forth at high altitudes could not transmit the howling screams into the room.

After Lu Mingfei washed up, he yawned and glanced around casually but found nothing unusual. There is a huge French palace-style sofa in the living room, and a projection screen comparable to a large screen in a cinema is hung on the wall. There are three guest rooms with doors facing each other side by side. Bypassing the kitchen, there is a gym, sauna and sun room.

High imitations of world famous paintings hang on the walls, from Titian to Rubens to Van Gogh. It is not difficult to see that the designer really put a lot of effort into designing this presidential suite.

It's just that the taste is a little mixed, a bit nondescript. Boss Lu was shocked and secretly wondered why he had committed the same old habit of the student union president: "It would be better to die if you don't show off and have no style." No one was watching at the moment.

There was half-drunk wine on the small table. Lu Mingfei bent down and took a sniff. It was at least ten years old and should have been sobered in a decanter before drinking. It had been fully oxidized by this time and the taste was probably very mellow. .

But then Lu Mingfei suddenly became alert.

There was still a dish stained with animal fat on the small table, the fat had not solidified, you have to know that the temperature outside was only 14 degrees. There was a slight dent on the sofa near the glass of wine. This kind of sofa is made of good material, usually no marks will be left after someone sits on it, or even if there are marks, they will disappear quickly.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows slightly. Everything in front of him meant that there should have been someone in this presidential suite not long ago.

Some kind of majestic energy was like thunder rising from the ground, and blazing flames slowly emerged from the depths of Lu Mingfei's eyes, quickly turning his pupils into a bright, reddish gold color.

When Lu Mingfei lit up his golden eyes, the eyes of power appeared in this isolated space. He slowly looked around, like a king on patrol overlooking his own country.

The boiling dragon's blood is pumped by the powerful heart to the limbs and bones, and the unparalleled power roars to be released in every inch of muscle and every bone.

At a certain moment, everything became clear, the faint sound of wind seemed to be frozen in the air, and the senses of vision, hearing and smell were all strengthened at this moment.

Lu Mingfei's nose curled up. The air was filled with the faint scent of cypress and some white sandalwood. When mixed together, these scents were clearly full of life, but with a slight coolness, like the wind blowing from the sea.

The lust hidden in the sleeve slid into the hand against the inside of the wrist. The short knife was held upside down, the knife was as bright as silver, and the blade was engraved with complex dragon inscriptions.

Someone is hiding in the surrounding darkness. His bloodline is so powerful that he can even suppress his breathing and heartbeat to avoid Lu Mingfei's perception.

Could it be a little thief?

But what kind of thief was so thoughtful that he opened a bottle of 10-year-old wine on the owner's sofa when he broke into the house and still had time to sober up.

Lu Mingfei flicked Lu Lu's blade lightly, and the dagger made a buzzing sound that lasted for a long time.

This thing is a creation of the Lord of Bronze and Fire, and it usually bleeds when it is unsheathed.

Slowly holding the handle of Lu Lu's knife, and holding the blade and blade under his arm, Lu Mingfei looked around silently. The faint and cold light of the knife was completely hidden, but the power of his knife was overwhelming, and no one could There is nowhere to hide in the darkness here.

This is the Hidden Knife Style. It was not taught by an academy, but was learned by Lu Mingfei from a temple when he was traveling in China. He holds the handle of the knife in his right hand and hides the knife under his arm. The most standard movement is to draw an arc from the left side of the body to the top of the head. , then draw an arc from the top of the head to the right side of the body, and finally stop the knife under the armpit and hide it behind the back.

The monks in the temple hold a ring-headed sword and use the Hidden Sword style. They can open and close the sword widely but not fire it at the same time, which is very suitable for prepared encounters.

The ivory white curtains were drooped, and the moonlight and the lights of Tokyo City at night were faintly filtered in. That was the only light source. With Lu Mingfei's eyesight, he could clearly see every corner of the room.

After checking in the living room, it was clear that there were not many potential threats. Lu Mingfei's eyes were slightly stern, and his eyes were lowered to cover his golden eyes.

The guest room that belonged to him was closed tightly. Lu Mingfei remembered that he did not close the door when he went out. He realized that the uninvited guest was hiding in his room.

Okay, you thief, how dare you let a sheep enter a tiger's den!

Boss Lu was furious, but he did not launch a sudden attack. His breathing remained steady until one hand touched the doorknob of the guest room, and his lust was as solid as a rock.

After hesitating for a moment, he put away his lust. The heating system in the room was obviously still running, and comfortably warm air flowed from the crack in the door, accompanied by a slight scent of cypress.

The school policy of Cassel College is that it is not allowed to use lethal force on anyone unless there is a fatal threat. Lu Mingfei is usually willing to abide by school rules.

The doorknob turned slowly, and the warm air rushed out. Lu Mingfei's eyes suddenly flashed, and he kicked suddenly, and the five-centimetre-thick solid wood door bounced open with a bang.

The vague fragrance hit his face at this moment. He couldn't see his opponent in the darkness, but only heard the sound of the wind.

Both of them were good at fighting. When they suddenly got into a fight, Lu Mingfei didn't dare to stop and fell to the ground with lust. He flipped his right wrist and turned the knife into a straight fist. The fist that could break solid wood hit the enemy's belly in the dark. .

The opponent actually dodged sideways, and his body was at least as flexible as that of a Jiu-Jitsu master of Yuan Zhennu's level. After dodging, he actually reached out and grabbed Lu Mingfei's punching right shoulder, and used this force to suddenly use his strength to get out of the way. The boss pulled him down.

This is a very strong sense of actual combat. After avoiding a blow comparable to a battering ram, he immediately regained his composure and looked for the most appropriate solution. It must be said that the attacker in the darkness is powerful.

Lu Mingfei was shocked and at the same time began to think about who his opponent was. He could actually be on par with him in an encounter. It seemed that he must be at least Angers level.

But looking at the blurry outline in the dark, Angers is not that short.

The curves of his body didn't have many undulations, so he must be a man. Lu Mingfei began to wonder if one of his opponents had such a little potato who could beat people so hard that it was unbelievable.

At the same time, many years of fighting experience allowed Lu Mingfei to adapt to the situation. He took a step forward with the force of the opponent's pull, clenched his left fist and continued to punch hard, which was quite similar to Wing Chun Ip Man's inch-fist stance.

As a result, the attacker in the darkness had no intention of counterattacking with fists and feet. Instead, he spun and climbed up, seemingly trying to lock Lu Mingfei's arm bones. Lu Mingfei had no choice but to exert force under his feet, suddenly retracting his hand and taking two steps back to avoid himself. Got it.

Unexpectedly, the opponent's nimble footwork seemed to follow a familiar rhythm step by step. He continuously fired jabs, and his punches were like steel spears. There was no doubt that he would be seriously injured if he touched them.

Lu Mingfei was shocked. He gritted his teeth and used combos before he could stand still. He faced his opponent head-on with every punch.

The two people were moving and turning in the darkness. For a while, neither could do anything to the other. The two sides were fighting hand to hand, and the battlefield moved from the door to the bay window, and from the bay window to the bedside.

The attacker in the darkness was breathing heavily, but Lu Mingfei suddenly stepped forward. He saw the flaw in the guy in front of him. His feet were empty for a moment, and there were Lu Mingfei's sneakers.

The attacker lost his balance and fell in the direction of Lu Mingfei. He was panicking and baring his teeth. Lu Mingfei's body bowed slightly, and his fists were as powerful as the wind, but he withdrew his strength at the last moment, because what came in front of him was not an iron fist or an elbow that could break rocks, but a soft and delicate body.

At this moment, the ivory screen window was lifted up by the warm air blown by the heating system, and the city's light and fire flowed in from the side like a river, reflecting the profile of the attacker.

The light illuminated a bright face, with skin as even as the finest white porcelain, and a golden-red river of fire flowing in the black pupils.

Xia Mi was wearing a thin silk nightgown, and her exposed skin was as clean and moist as jade, with a faint fragrance of cypress and white sandalwood on her body.

Lu Mingfei was pushed by the girl and fell on his back on the bed. Their eyes were facing each other and they could hear their breathing.

Lu Mingfei stammered about "Master, Master, Master, Junior Sister."

Xia Mi supported Lu Mingfei's chest and raised his upper body. When he flattened his mouth, the light reflected in his eyes really flowed out.

"Lu Mingfei, you beat your wife, you are not a human being!" The junior sister wiped away her tears and said viciously, opened her mouth and bit down on Lu Mingfei's wrist with her neat teeth.

Chapter 240 Extra: Sister Mai’s final strategy (Thanks again to Mr. Shutoku Mai’s wife for being the leader of the alliance)

Mai Shutoku came from far away, Nara, the hometown of deer, hundreds of kilometers away from Tokyo. Sometimes she was very happy that she left Nara, but Mai Shutoku actually didn't like Tokyo, even though she studied in the Music Department of the University of Tokyo.

Some people say that what a person cannot forget in this life is his hometown, but you will regard the place where you settle as your second hometown. Putting it this way, Mai Shutoku felt that her second hometown was probably something like the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, because she never settled down somewhere.

Sometimes she feels like a black Arctic tern. This kind of bird can migrate from the North Pole to the South Pole. It is the longest migratory creature in the world. They fly throughout their life and can even sleep in the wind. .

A young bird must learn how to fly as soon as it is born, and it will die when it falls. The prototype of the Shuofang bird in the Classic of Mountains and Seas is the Arctic tern.

So in private, Mai Shutoku's ID on some social software is Sakuta, and she looks and sounds like a man, but if someone clicks on the shared content of this account, they will find that the owner of the account is actually a beautiful and charming girl. Each of the photos seems to have been carefully edited. Some are of graceful back figures while walking on the beach in bikinis; some are of strapless and backless evening gowns appearing in palace dinners warmed by candlelight; Sometimes she would wear a tight black uniform and lean against a huge rock wall to raise a glass to the sunset on the sea level.

"So you should remember that what I like most is actually the time on the road. It's best to never end it, because at this time I belong to neither Nara nor Tokyo. I don't belong to anyone. I only pursue my own dreams. Yes, only then do I feel that I am free." Mai Shutoku took off the thick blanket wrapped around her body, the tip of her pretty nose was slightly red, and the warm firelight in the snowmobile swayed and illuminated her face. Her face is rosy and pleasant.

"So don't stop, long legs. Don't you still want to force that little brat? Do you really want to go to heaven with a clear conscience? Aren't you afraid of making the devil laugh to death?" Su Enxi's voice sounded a little tired through the headset, but it could be heard that she was still trying hard to make herself sound more cheerful.

Mai Shutoku sneezed and used the shark-proof knife she carried to pry open the meat cans that were being heated in the fire. "All the boyfriends I've ever had are enough to get a reinforcement group, okay? Do you think everyone can do that?" She is an old rotten girl like you who never leaves the house." She hummed, her cheeks turned red, and she didn't know whether it was because of the fire or because of embarrassment.

"You have had many boyfriends, including the eldest prince from an Arab wealthy family, a great painter at the Paris Art Exhibition, an earl in London who just inherited a title, and so on, and that so-and-so and that so-and-so, but your relationship with them Isn't it just limited to holding hands and having a meal or something?" Su Enxi poked her heart without mercy.

Mai Shutori rarely argued. She put both hands on the fire to keep warm. The orange flames were like jumping elves, and a warm blush appeared on the girl's fair and transparent skin.

The jet-type suspended snowmobile built when the Soviet government was still the master of this land indeed inherited the consistent style of the Iron and Steel Alliance. It was hard enough and strong enough to be able to operate continuously for more than seventy-two hours in such weather. In the event of an over-temperature failure, a fuel-burning flame heater was installed inside.

The boss has spent a lot of money over the years to build supply stations dotted throughout Northern Siberia, perhaps just for today.

Mai Shutoku, who was still shivering from the cold even though she was wearing cold-proof clothing, shivered violently and looked at the white wasteland through the narrow round glass porthole. The snow has been falling, and the outdoor temperature has reached minus 50 degrees. Wandering around in this hellish place in this climate is tantamount to asking for death. Once the snowmobile breaks down, she will not be able to hold on until the rescue team arrives. Moreover, with their current situation The situation we are facing makes it difficult for even the boss and the potato chip girl to continue sending support.

"Hey, potato chips, do you think we can really catch up?" Mai Shutoku curled up and brought herself closer to the fire.

"The boss said that if he can catch up, he will definitely catch up. He always said that he is not a boring thing like God, but he can do more things than God." Su Enxi yawned, "By the way, forget I told you, Long Legs, you open the lid of the refrigerator next to the cab."

Mai Shutoku was stunned for a moment and looked in the direction of the cab.

There was indeed a refrigerator there, and in those days when young people were still eager to develop Siberia, the political commissars would fill it with Red Star vodka. Even if Shutoku Mai drinks alcohol, she will only drink white wine from the Burgundy wine region of France or gin from Scotland. Vodka, a men's drink, does not suit her style, so she has not opened it since boarding the snowmobile. That cabinet.

"What's inside?" Mai Shutoku asked as she walked over and opened the lid. As expected, the cabinet was filled with Red Star Vodka and several Mitsubishi Army Spurs for self-defense. The top was actually a food box.

"It's your Nara specialty, persimmon leaf sushi. I made it by myself. It's been vacuum-processed, and with the Siberian temperature, it can be preserved for a long time. But I think the end of the world is coming, and we won't survive until then. , so you’d better eat it early." Su Enxi said.

"You're so kind to me."

"I care about you. There is also a red bean daifuku cake made from Nara's red beans in the food box. Unfortunately, it should be as hard as iron now. Remember to put it on the fire to roast before eating, otherwise I may chip some of your teeth. "Su Enxi pretended to be casual and then suddenly changed the subject,

"By the way, what's going on between you and that little brat? When did the affair between you two begin? Why did you hide it from me and Sanwu Niu'er?"

The food box fell to the ground with a clang, and Mai Shutoku was a little panicked. She quickly picked it up, opened it, and put it on the fire to roast.

"No way, you know it's impossible for Lu Ming and I." Mai Shutoku wrapped herself in a thick blanket again and squatted down next to the fire. The dancing firelight reflected in her deep black pupils, faintly The corners of the eyeshadowed eyes were slender and slightly raised, like crimson blades.

The metal food box slowly began to steam on the fire, and a gurgling sound came from inside.

The food box has two layers, separated by a hollow metal plate. There are red bean daifuku and persimmon leaf sushi on the top, and miso soup frozen into ice cubes below.

Persimmon leaf sushi is actually not much different from Osaka sushi. It is nothing more than rice seasoned with vinegar and salmon pressed into cubes on top. The difference is that it is wrapped in persimmon leaves and must be eaten together when eating.

"Remember that time in Tokyo? That time when that little mute's bloodline got out of control." Su Enxi said quietly,

"Lu Mingfei and Ange are not here. Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhisheng are in love and killing each other. None of us can stop her. Then you injected the ancient dragon serum into your carotid artery. Although you stopped the underworld princess from killing the entire The people in Tokyo themselves almost didn't make it. You were in a bad state at the time, which scared me so much that I almost thought I had to execute you myself. Later, I asked you to recite your ex-boyfriend's name to keep your consciousness clear. .”

"I don't have much memory anymore. Whose name did I read?"

"They are all insignificant characters, Raymond Van Esoto, Alfonso Pedro, Alain Baudoin and Issak Kasyan, etc., but the total of them is probably enough It's time to film "300"." Su Enxi's tone became cheerful again,

"Later, as I was thinking about it, you stopped saying other people's names. You just kept calling Lu Mingfei, Lu Mingfei, Lu Mingfei. Speaking of which, you probably didn't have the chance to hook up with that guy. How could you put him in there? Are they on your ex-boyfriend list?"

Mai Shutoku touched her face, which was as hot as touching a red-hot coal.

Sometimes people are so weird. You can hug someone you don't like calmly, but when facing someone you really love, you are so nervous that you can't even say a word.