Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

As Yuan Zhisheng said these words, he was holding the black umbrella that he had taken from Ying. The man in the black windbreaker under the umbrella was holding neither a knife nor a gun. He came and left cleanly, with his empty hands showing that he posed no threat.

The snow and hail on the umbrella fell and bounced off with a crackling sound. The wind made the man sway like a swaying bamboo or pine tree. His eyebrows drooped, and he actually looked more like the Lu Mingfei of the past. His slanted eyes, which few people dared to look directly at, were half-closed, helpless and sad like a little animal. Only the veins on his wrist holding the umbrella handle could be seen throbbing.

"The Shiraha Tengu Shrine was attacked last night. All the priests were anesthetized by the academy's Frigga bullets. They didn't wake up until our support arrived. But Ange only took away the bones of the family's patriarchs... We don't know what he wants to do, but it should be related to God. All of this is actually irrelevant, because the gears of fate have begun to turn. We are going to die in such a righteous cause. If the principal really wants to do something, just do it. Maybe my corpse will pave a way for him."

"We used Princess Kaguya to locate you and Miss Chen. Everyone in the family who knows about this is here... I have a cruise ship parked at the port of Hakodate, Hokkaido. You can use that ship to leave Japan and go to Korea, China, or Hawaii. It doesn't matter. All the documents have been processed. The captain and crew are trustworthy people. I have taken their families hostage."

"Eri told me that she has always wanted to go to Seoul, South Korea, to eat ice cream with you under the crabapple trees. I don't know why she had such an idea, or even why she trusted you so much after just seeing you from a distance at Kassel Academy. But I hope her trust is not wrong."

Yuan Zhisheng stretched out his fist and gently hit Lu Mingfei's shoulder, as if in this way they had completed the trust between certain men.

"The Academy cannot win the war in Tokyo. This is our home turf. In order to kill God, we can even join forces with the demons. This may seem impossible to you, but every descendant of the White King is eager for that day to come."

"Mr. Masamune named the sword he forged Kamikiri, hoping that I could use it to chop off the head of God. I will do it." Yuan Zhisheng stared into Lu Mingfei's eyes.

"He said that you didn't trust him and even wanted to kill him. He didn't know where this murderous intention came from, but I want to tell you that it was he who helped you get all the documents. I don't believe what Mr. Masamune said that Eri is actually his daughter, but he really loves her. It's like he really treats that girl as his own daughter."

"Take the head of the Uesugi family and run away, Lu Jun. Don't let the family members find you, and don't let Mr. Masamune and I down..."

“Even if I can’t go to the nude beach in the end, I hope you can give me a thumbs up when you talk about me under the crabapple flowers. At that time, every fallen crabapple petal will be my soul…”

"But by doing this, aren't you betraying your own principles?" Lu Mingfei said softly.

Yuan Zhisheng was stunned for a moment. He slowly raised his head and raised the pair of eyes that had been in the shadows.

It was not until this moment that Lu Mingfei finally saw it. He saw the red-gold color slowly spinning in the depths of those eyes like a mandala.

"Someone told me that if you have never been into the darkness, how can you know what the moths in the dark think. I have been thinking about this." Yuan Zhisheng smiled, and in this way he looked a bit like Yuan Zhinu, gentle like a girl.

"So I tried to walk into the darkness, and then I realized that the world that moths see is like this... so lonely, so ugly, so... sad. Justice has always been watered with blood. But it has come to this point. I don't want my soul to be stained with more blood. It's enough that I am the only one who died in the end. Eri can go wherever she wants and be with whoever she wants."

His hair was blown up by the wind, and Lu Mingfei saw pale, fine scales from the corners of the man's eyes spreading into his hair.

"You used... Gu Long's serum." Lu Mingfei said in a low voice, "You are seeking death."

"It doesn't matter. Before I died, I finally understood what my brother had been going through. It turns out this is the feeling of a demon, craving blood and crime. Who can really suppress their desires? Fortunately, I am bound to die on the battlefield, so that no one will be hurt because of me... Dad said his sword is called Shenqili, but I think I am the real Shenqili." Yuan Zhisheng smiled lightly. He took out a box of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, put one in his mouth, and gave one to Lu Mingfei.

"The packaging is very similar to the Soft Seven Stars..." Lu Mingfei said. Yuan Zhisheng pressed the cigarette lighter and lowered his head to light the cigarette in his mouth.

The man who was as slow as a tortoise but regarded justice as everything else in his life was suddenly stunned.

He looked down at the cigarette box, on which was written "Mobius" in Japanese.

"So that's how it is..." He murmured softly, and suddenly chuckled.

"Mr. Lu, you may not know this, but the Gentle Seven Stars has been renamed Mobius..." Yuan Zhisheng took a deep puff of cigarette, slowly passed it through his lungs, and then slowly exhaled.

The pair of ghost-like golden eyes flickered slightly in the green smoke that rose up and was blown away by the wind.

"What I mean is that the past era should end, and the remnants of the old era like me should also end... In the new era, no one will want to throw Eri into the grave where God resurrects, right? There will be no such thing as ghosts, right? That's great..."

He waved his hand, and the men standing still in the wind and snow around him put away their knives, turned around and stepped into their respective Lexus.

Yuan Zhisheng handed the umbrella to Lu Mingfei and reached his hand into the wind and snow. The girl who had been standing respectfully behind him handed a metal box to him.

"Mr. Masamune extracted the last batch of serum from the frozen bodies of the Deadpool fetuses. It's all here. I don't know how long Eri can live with it, but it doesn't matter how long she can live. What matters is how far she goes." Yuan Zhisheng said, and then placed the box steadily in front of Lu Mingfei.

"Goodbye," he said.

"Goodbye." Lu Mingfei said.

Yuan Zhisheng stepped out of the umbrella and walked into the snow and wind, and another umbrella immediately appeared above his head.

This man came like the wind and went like the wind. He had hot dragon blood flowing in his body, but his heart was as peaceful as the bitter winter snow.

When Lu Mingfei turned around, he saw Nuonuo sitting in the passenger seat, leaning against the car door and staring at Yuan Zhisheng's back. She was holding the submachine gun in her hand. As long as the other party moved a little, dozens of bullets would accurately hit the man's back.

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They left Sapporo Airport and followed the JR line all the way to the northernmost part of the country, running across a snowy land. Everything around them seemed pale and desolate, yet faintly revealed a huge vitality and vigor. In the holly forest where the treetops were piled with snow, one could occasionally see the shadows of elk flashing by in the shadows.

On the calm surface of the inland sea, you can see seagulls and white falcons chasing schools of fish in the sparkling waves, and the mountains that run along the road are as soft as a girl's back.

The road and the railway track were almost parallel, like a dead iron dragon spreading its body beside them. The last time they passed by, a woman was standing in the snow, gazing at the distant beach. Only melted snow remained. The woman had left long ago. Looking at the mountains across the inland sea bay, the mountains were pale red mixed with pure white and deep black, mottled and gorgeous in the warm sunshine, like the brushstrokes of a master.

"Senior Sister, you are really capable. You can get a car anywhere." Lu Mingfei sat in the passenger seat and played with a black and gold magnetic card. Through the car window, he could see the bleak and desolate fields on one side of the road and Lu Mingfei's own profile. There was a thick layer of snow in the fields. A scarecrow in a pink skirt stood crookedly on the side of the road, with a few black crows standing on the scarecrow's shoulders.

In fact, according to Lu Mingfei's idea, they would still take the express train back, and then wait at the station for Mr. Edward to drive them back to the mountain.

But when Nono got off the plane, he curled himself into his coat and sniffed, and said casually, "I have a friend who opened a car shop in Sapporo, and I asked him to park the car outside the airport."

Sure enough, when they walked out of Sapporo Airport and arrived at the designated location, they saw the red Ferrari that was as brightly colored as a flame. If it weren't for the different license plate number, Lu Mingfei would even have thought it was the one they had on Shikoku Island.

"I met a friend when I was studying in the UK. She's a pretty girl. She has a younger sister named Victoria. She will join Kassel College and become your number one fan." Nuo Nuo glanced at Lu Mingfei, "If you can still become the president of the student union like before."

Lu Mingfei was stunned, and suddenly remembered that the girl in front of him actually knew much more than he did. Nuonuo had even gone further than Lu Mingfei in the timeline of another world.

"A name like Victoria sounds like a little princess from the Windsor royal family. Does the title of student union president have such a high charm value?"

"It's not the title of student union president that's useful, it's your title. Remember I told you that in another world you once carried out an A-level mission in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil against the boar Neo? In that operation, Victoria, as a freshman, participated in a practical course and encountered danger. It was you who saved her." Nuo Nuo glanced at Lu Mingfei with a sidelong glance, and the four-leaf clover earring on her earlobe swayed and sparkled. "At that time, the name Ricardo was really well-known among students and outside the academy."

"My friend is from the Snowdon family in the UK. Their status in the British Isles is roughly equivalent to that of the Gattuso family in Italy and the Henkel family in North America. However, they are not under the jurisdiction of the academy. The two sides are just in a cooperative relationship. The Snowdons' businesses are spread all over the world. Many car dealerships in Japan are actually controlled by the Snowdon elders."

"The principal once told me that there are many small societies in the mixed-race society, some independent and some closely connected. I think every country should have its own mixed-race autonomous organization. The academy does not have the power to conquer all mixed-races." Lu Mingfei said.

"Yeah." Nuo Nuo nodded. There were very few vehicles on the road, so the car was driving very fast even in frosty weather. Lu Mingfei was holding the metal box, which contained two bottles of scarlet liquid sealed with liquid nitrogen.

Lu Mingfei actually still has some of this stuff in his hands. He has not used the serum that Yuan Zhisheng gave him last time.

However, now that Eri has undergone the transformation of the Golden Holy Paste, she should no longer need this thing.

At least up to now, the girl's bloodline has shown a stable trend.

"So what are you going to do with the cruise ship in Hakodate?" Nono held the steering wheel with both hands. A row of dangling tassels hung behind the front windshield, casting thick shadows on Nono's eyes.

"You're not really going to let Eri go up there, are you?" she said.

"I still don't trust Tachibana Masamune, but before coming to Hokkaido, I plan to send Eri out of Japan directly from here." Lu Mingfei said softly, "Do you remember the favor Mr. Henkel owes me? In five days, there will be a sightseeing cruise ship departing from Otaru to the west coast of the United States. Mr. Henkel promised to prepare enough weapons on it to protect anyone in the world. At that time, you will depart from Otaru and arrive in the United States within ten days. No one will be able to find you at sea."

"We?" Nuonuo slammed on the brakes. The luxury car spun and slowed down on the deserted long straight road. The tires bit the ground and made a sharp scream. It didn't stop until they even smelled the burning smell.

Nuonuo glared at Lu Mingfei.

"You, Eri, Xia Mi, Ling and Constantine." Lu Mingfei did not avoid the girl's gaze, staring at the pair of deep red eyes indifferently.

"The principal and I are already capable of dealing with all the threats in this world. If we can't solve them, there's no point in you staying... On the contrary, Senior Sister, only when you're not in Japan can I put aside my worries and kill people."

He spoke calmly, but with murderous intent in his voice. It was so quiet inside the Ferrari that one could hear the heartbeats of two people.

Chapter 381: Eri: Will We Get Married?

"Senior brother, is Shikoku Island fun?" Xia Mi put her hands behind her back, leaned forward slightly and stood in front of Lu Mingfei.

She was wearing a dark blue velvet coat, with slightly curled hair at the ends. The sunlight was shining on her hair, stirring Lu Mingfei's heart.

Constantine, who was stuffed into a super thick and plush down jacket by some big sister like a penguin, had a bitter face as he took out the gifts that Lu Mingfei and Nono had given to Xia Mi, Eri and Ling Dai from Umezuji Town, as well as the metal box that Kougen Chisei had given them, from the trunk of the red Ferrari.

"Junior sister, have you seen Tokyo Love Story? It's the famous filming location, Umezuji-cho. We went there to watch the sunset, eat grilled sea bream, and drink sake." Nono instructed Constantine to handle the metal box with care. She probably heard the conversation between Xia Mi and Lu Mingfei, so she turned around and smiled at her junior sister.

Eiry, who was whispering with Zero not far away, suddenly froze.

The tips of this girl's ears moved like a rabbit, and she actually had the same special ability as Lu Mingfei.

"Umezuji-cho, I heard that many Japanese couples used to go there and carve their names on the platform of the station." Xia Mi held her chin and said seriously, "Brother, have you been to the platform of that station to have a look?"

"Well, the facilities at Meijin Temple Station are very old, and they are completely incomparable to the high-speed rail stations in China. The platform is also completely open, and when the express train enters the station, there will be steam flowing on the platform like water." Lu Mingfei thought for a while, "We did see names carved on the walls and fences with a knife many years ago, but they must have been cleaned up by someone. Many couples' names have been polished off, or only some shallow traces are left."

"What you said reminds me of the sycamore tree in front of the gate of Shilan Middle School. Many years ago, there was a Yue Lao Temple under that sycamore tree for praying for marriage. The temple keeper would tell the men and women who went there that as long as they carved their names on the bark of the sycamore tree, the marriage would be long-lasting and happy." Xia Mi had a lazy expression on her face, as if she was really recalling the sycamore tree in front of the gate of Shilan Middle School many years ago.

“Later, the Yue Lao Temple was moved to the south of the city, but the tradition of carving one’s name on the phoenix tree continued until we graduated. Zhao Menghua even boasted to me that he hung a marriage lock between himself and Chen Wenwen on the top of that tree.” Lu Mingfei said with a smile.

Unfortunately, in the third month after Lu Mingfei entered Kassel Academy, the fat boy Lu Mingze sent him a photo of a felled sycamore tree via QQ.

It is said that because Shilan Middle School has many students all over the world, some successful alumni united to make a large donation to their alma mater. The principal decided to use the money to expand the campus area and add a new teaching building, which was built on the original site of the sycamore tree.

As the saying goes, love is tied to the Yangtze River and flowers bloom on the paulownia tree. It seems that the lovers who prayed for marriage in the Yue Lao Temple and carved their names on the paulownia tree all had a good result in the end. There is no need to say more about classmate Zhao Menghua and Miss Chen Wenwen who hung the marriage lock. Although the paulownia tree fell, their friendship has never been broken. Perhaps.

Three weeks ago, Su Xiaoqiang sent a text message to Lu Mingfei, saying that Zhao Menghua and Chen Wenwen were going to get engaged on Christmas Day this year, and the engagement ceremony would be held at St. Mary's Church in BJ.

"The paulownia tree is a sacred tree that represents love in China, but these Japanese people actually carved their names in a train station just because of a TV series." The junior sister showed a look of disgust on her face.

Lu Mingfei thought, what the hell is going on in our China? You're not even human, so what's the point of distinguishing between nationalities? One of the original intentions of the founding of New China was to defeat you feudal restorationists, okay?

"Because sometimes love needs such an opportunity to sprout. It can be a bracelet or an earring, or a moment of eye contact. The TV series "Tokyo Love Story" inspired many young men and women in Japan about love at the end of the last century." Lu Mingfei said that the wind in Hokkaido is much colder and more biting than the wind in Shikoku Island. The entire forest seems to be swaying in the countercurrent of the air. There are rustling sounds all around, which are the frozen crisp leaves and the snow on the trees blown down by the wind.

He shrank his neck and wished he could put his head back into the same scarf as Nono's.

This is next to Lake Kussharo in the Higashi-Kushiro area. If you walk further into the lake, you will see Kotan Onsen.

Today, when Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo were heading to Meizuji Town, Constantine had been arranged by Lu Mingfei to cut down a very tall tree in the mountains, and decorated it with colorful lights, and set up the Christmas decorations next to the hot spring.

Even after hearing the news that Lu Mingfei and others were planning to spend Christmas in this area, Mr. Frost Gatuso dispatched several heavy helicopters to bring building materials and engineers from the nearest city. Within a few hours, they temporarily assembled a rather quaint log house by the lake. The heating system of the house was quite excellent, and even the winter in Hokkaido could not make Lu Mingfei and his friends feel the coldness of the mountains.

Constantine walked into the mountains panting, carrying a bag that was almost bigger than anyone else's, chatting with Nono as he walked.

Lu Mingfei patted the back of Xia Mi's hand and pouted at Eiry in the distance. The little junior sister glared at him angrily, put her hands behind her back and left lightly like a elk.

Eri was wearing a black coat that reached her knees. She was originally chatting quietly with Zero, but at this moment, the princess was looking down at her phone, probably because of a text message from some devil. The two of them stood quietly by the lake. A thin layer of mist was slowly flowing on the lake. The sunlight shone through the mist onto the waves and ripples on the lake, creating a hazy glow.

In the sunlight, Eri's figure is a light white, slender, distant and lonely.

Lu Mingfei waved to Eiry, and the girl immediately showed an excited expression on her face, and almost jumped in front of Lu Mingfei.

Only when he got closer did Lu Mingfei smell a faint scent on Eiry's body, which had the warmth of the sun, the moisture of dew, and a thin chill of some flower blooming in winter.

Her long dark red hair fell straight down on her shoulders like a waterfall without any trimming. When she came in front of Lu Mingfei, she immediately blinked with a faint smile on her face. Although her eyes reflected not only Lu Mingfei but also the mountains and water, no matter how he looked, he felt that he could only see himself in them.

"Is Umezuji Town fun?" Eri asked.

Her voice was clear, like the wind blowing through the pipes of a panpipe.

A long time ago, Eri had no right to speak in Sheqihachi, because although her voice was nice, every time she spoke, she uttered ancient dragon characters. Those dragon characters stirred in the air and resonated with the manic elements. Then the black god of death slowly rose from the earth, and a terrible disaster immediately befell this girl.

Before meeting Lu Mingfei, everyone who had heard Eri speak had died.

When she went out with Lu Mingfei for the first time, Yuan Zhisheng was even very worried that this poor girl with a dangerous and uncontrollable bloodline might be corrupted by the dragon blood, which would eventually lead to the whole Tokyo being affected by the word spirit called Judgment, and millions of people would turn to ashes amid the high-pitched chanting.

It has been exactly three weeks since Eri received the injection of Golden Holy Serum, and since then she has never been affected by the excessive concentration of dragon blood in her body.

But Lu Mingfei was not completely reassured. The number of times the Golden Holy Syrup was used in human history was very small, and even the ancient hero Siegfried was just a fragment of a myth.

No one knows whether the bloodline smoothed out in this way will have some dangerous sequelae? So even though he knew that Eri's words were powerful enough to threaten even the first generation, Lu Mingfei still never included the option of bringing this girl into the battlefield in his backup plan.

The process of an out-of-control hybrid degenerating into a Deadpool was originally a very slow process, with some people even able to linger on the edge of being human and Deadpool for decades until they died of natural causes.

But more people will accelerate this process, gradually losing themselves in those irrepressible greed, shortening decades to a few years or even months.