Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Only when Eri asked about China would Lu Mingfei think about it and smile and say that the trains in Zhengzhou roared day after day, the golden sea of ​​Shanghai reflected the most prosperous neon lights in the world, and there was a long street lined with plane trees downstairs of his uncle's house in Hefei. In autumn, the golden plane tree leaves fell like snow, falling on the heads and shoulders of passers-by. If you didn't pay attention, the last leaf would go back home with you, and perhaps it would become a bookmark.

When talking about bookmarks, Lu Mingfei actually found a plastic paulownia leaf bookmark from his wallet. He put it in Eiry's hand and said, "One day we will go to that long street together, and when we walk under the paulownia tree, you will be a part of my life."

Eiry thought that she was willing to participate in Lu Mingfei's life, and she also hoped that Lu Mingfei could participate in her life.

That is, provided they survive.

There are so many wonderful places in this world that you will never be able to see them all in your lifetime, so no matter how desperate or sad you are, you must think about surviving, because only by surviving can you see scenery that you have never seen before.

——After walking out of the restaurant, Nono stood on the edge of the deck and looked at the sea. The sun was shining brightly and the sea was rough. Hundreds of tons of waves smashed against the hull of the Atlantic Sun God and turned into white foam that scattered everywhere.

Nuonuo had a headache. She remembered the old man whom she had secretly visited later. He was an old European guy who spoke Beijing dialect. He was so old that it was hard to tell how old he was. He had gray hair and iron-gray eyes, the unique Aryan color. He looked very much like the principal. When Nuonuo walked into the alley, the guy was sitting under an old locust tree, playing chess with a group of old men. He was wearing a bamboo cloth shirt.

The old man took her around the hall and said his name was Lin Fenglong. Although he was German, he had never been to Germany. He also said, "Miss Chen, you should know that your boyfriend came to buy clothes. If you like them, I have other ones here and I can sell them to you at a 30% discount."

But Nuonuo didn't listen much. She tilted her head to look at the rice paper on the wall. On the paper was a girl's profile sketched with a sharpened brush. It was freehand and full of charm. Although there were only three or two strokes, Nuonuo had a feeling that it was painted according to her own appearance.

She is a person who trusts her feelings more than evidence, but fortunately her intuition is usually accurate.

It was that painting that made Nono realize that Fenglongtang had actually been serving the Gattuso family for a long time, or that it was actually the Gattuso family's property.

Even the most luxurious boutiques in China would not sell expensive and extremely finely crafted clothing like the Phoenix Coronet and the Phoenix Bridal Gown, because everyone's body parameters are different, and almost all truly valuable Phoenix Coronet and the Phoenix Bridal Gown are custom-made products.

But Caesar was able to buy the finished product, which simply proved that someone had already informed the boss of Nono's physical data.

It was also from that time that Nono had guessed that the elders of the Gattuso family had actually begun to accept her marriage to Caesar, but they were a little resistant and she didn't know where that resistance came from.

At that time, Caesar proposed to her more than once, and each time was very romantic and touching. But just when she was about to accept, she always thought of a face that was as hideous as a devil and as sad as a child.

Nuonuo kept locking and unlocking the screen, the wind ruffling her hair beside her ears. This call was not to Lu Mingfei, but to Caesar.

There is no cell phone signal.

Connect to the network. The network connection is successful.

When Henkel was renovating this ship, he took into account the fact that it would be impossible to communicate effectively with the outside world on the high seas, so he installed a dedicated satellite signal transceiver. Whenever you go online on the Apollo, you can do so directly via satellite.

Long-wave radio often has the problem of outreach, but satellite ultra-short-wave communications can reach the orbit of Mars without any problems.

Hermes is a social software developed by the Academy's Research Department. It is fully functional and can even use artificial intelligence to help you predict stock trends. However, when Angers ordered the development of this software many years ago when the Internet was just emerging, the purpose was not to make money from Wall Street capitalists, although they did do so. The fundamental meaning of Hermes is that it is an internal communication tool that will never be monitored or monitored.

EVA monitors the operation of the software around the clock, and all data will be reviewed by the beautiful girl who is as beautiful as a blue angel.

Nono's contact list is frighteningly long, as if everyone in the undergraduate department of the college has been added. This is indeed the case. When downloading Hermes, students are required to register with their personal information. After registration, the friend list will show that everyone in the entire college, including the principal, is on the friend list.

The guy at the top of the page has the ID of Ricardo, and his avatar is a gray big-headed bear because he is offline.

Lu Mingfei rarely uses Hermes, but he also has an account.

Nuonuo hesitated for a moment and did not click on Lu Mingfei's avatar. Instead, he continued to scroll down and found an account with the ID of Governor of Gaul and the avatar of two crossed Desert Eagles.

But Nuo Nuo's finger hovered above the phone screen and was reluctant to press it.

Her thoughts were as tangled as a mess of lines, but her mind told her that even if she told Caesar about the relationship between Friedrich and the Gattuso family, or even told the boy with the second-year syndrome the truth that the identities of the king and Tachibana Masamune might have been replaced by Friedrich through this phone, he probably could not do anything.

Nono had already used a profile in another world to describe the fact that the Gattuso family had been funding Friedrich, but she didn't take it seriously, and many years later it was just a vague thought.

But at this time, this information was fatal to Lu Mingfei, who was trying to kill the White King in Tokyo.

If the people standing behind Friedrich and supporting Boar Neo, the Far North and even Herzog are all from the Gattuso family, then there is only one person left who can prevent the situation from developing in an uncontrollable direction.

Only Caesar could stop his elders.

Nuonuo finally pressed the dial button.

The ring lasted only a second before the call was picked up. There was dead silence on the other end of the phone, only heavy breathing.

"It's me."Nono said.

"I know," Caesar said.

"Your father, or your uncle, anyway, someone in your family planned the revival of the White King." Nono said in a calm voice.

After a few seconds of silence, Caesar seemed to sigh deeply, and that sigh was so long that it seemed as if he wanted to expel all the depression and anger in his chest.

"I understand." Caesar said, his voice also calm.

Nuonuo was stunned, she didn't know what to say next.

All that needs to be said has been said, and only Caesar knows what to do.

That man believes in his own justice and is willing to die for it. No matter how much you say, it is meaningless.

"I..." Caesar's voice stopped abruptly.

A huge shadow suddenly covered the Apollo, and Nono's cell phone beeped.

The satellite signal was suddenly interrupted.

Her hands dropped, her head tilted back, the goddess' skirt reflected in her pupils.

"Oh God..." Nono murmured.

Towering black clouds like mountains completely covered the Apollo from all directions in a few minutes. The sea was like an angry ancient beast, and huge waves several meters high could even be seen below the side of the ship.

But what really made Nono lose his mind was the aurora in the sky.

Hundreds of light blue aurora patterns hung under the sky, like a long skirt that could cover the entire sky. Its edges were decorated with the thinnest light blue silk, but the depths were hazy and dreamy.

But how could there be auroras in the tropical regions of the Pacific Ocean?

Chapter 397 Extra: Waist as tight as a belt, face as white as a peach blossom (Happy Birthday Ming Fei)

The world has been quiet for a very long time, three years, five years... or even longer?

Lu Mingfei was walking on an abandoned railway track 120 kilometers away from Lake Baikal. His shoulders and head were covered with fallen snow, and his eyelashes, which had been wet during the night, were covered with a thin layer of ice crystals.

But why come back here after everything is over?

It was because Lu Mingfei had recently read Lacan's works while pursuing a master's degree in modern psychiatry at Kassel College. When he saw Lacan talking about the object a, his first reaction was the lowercase i in the movie where he had been the receptionist many years ago.

After so many years, I am still slightly touched. It is incredible that a person is pulled out of the abyss by such a majestic girl when he is at his most humble. It seems that everything is destined.

He suddenly wanted to walk again with the one he loved in the places he had been to, even if all the stories that had happened in so many places were blown away by the wind.

Lu Mingfei has been staying in Chicago these years. Most of the time, he discusses the truth of the world and the true meaning of science with the department heads in the basement of the college who are as pale and dry as skeletons. Sometimes he goes there.

One day he had a sudden idea and suddenly found himself standing on the Lenin in Murmansk, which was a replica of the huge ship that was silent in the Sea of ​​Japan. It was used to silence the conspirators who wanted to spy on the dragon world.

But Sister Mai said that this ship is almost exactly the same as the thing used as an altar in the depths of the Abyss, in terms of layout and materials, and even the stickers on the side of the ship.

He also traveled to the tundra in the Arctic Circle and traveled south along the Trans-Siberian Railway.

When someone asked them why they appeared here, Lu Mingfei said that he was doing this for the Silver Fox Project, the Soviet-Finnish War, and the Northern Fleet.

So the Russian travelers who met by chance left behind Red Star vodka and sausages, and walked away singing loudly the old songs from many years ago when the Communist International was still popular.

They said that they were nostalgic people from China. The passion of the war era is gone. Now is a time of peace. Poles and Belarusians shake hands and make peace, Israelis and Palestinians live on the same land, and Indians and Pakistanis embrace each other in the Ganges.

But people who are nostalgic always have something in common, and Russians are exactly the ones who are nostalgic.

Lu Mingfei turned his back to the Siberian Railway and headed for Seres. Seres is actually China. Europeans used to call China Seres instead of China. The wind whistled in his ears, and he said to the girl beside him, "Damn, what if a train hits us and we die? Have you bought insurance to ship the ashes back to China?"

Xia Mi was stunned for a moment, then jumped onto Lu Mingfei's back with a hum, wrapped her long legs around the man's waist, and blew hot air into the guy's ears.

She said no.

"Because Russia is in a state of war, the insurance company will not reimburse," said Xia Mi.

I forgot to mention that the rest of the world is at peace, only Ukraine is still fighting with the Russians at the instigation of the Northern Alliance.

The Slavs were living a life of debauchery in Moscow, and the ones who were fighting now were the descendants of the two groups of Cossack cavalry. If Ivan Bahon knew about this, he would be so angry that he would crawl out of his dungeon in Lithuania and crush all his unworthy descendants to death.

It's funny to say that this war is a continuation of the decisive battle of that year. Everyone is mobilizing troops like crazy to fight for their own interests.

Because both Cossacks benefited from the war, Moscow's military industry recovered and the economy ushered in unprecedented growth, and the Anglo-Saxons gave huge amounts of aid to small countries in the west, which made them rich in a roundabout way. As a result, this so-called regional war got out of control and is now on the verge of developing into a war of annihilation. Professor Mans said that there might be a shadow of the dragon clan in this, but Principal Flamel was not interested in the dragon clan, he was only interested in holding the women's nude swimming championship.

"Where are we going today?" Xia Mi reached out to hold Lu Mingfei's neck, sniffed and said, "Brother, you smell like other girls."

"Go to Tomsk, they are all waiting there." Lu Mingfei breathed out hot air and let his junior sister rub her slightly cold hands on his neck. It was so cold that it pierced his bones.

"It's the smell of my senior sister." Lu Mingfei said.

Last night Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo watched the aurora and the Arctic Ocean on the coast of Kola Bay.

While watching the aurora, Nuonuo held Lu Mingfei's hand all the time. The magnificent sky was reflected in her red pupils, and a colorful river of light flowed on her face. Her head rested lightly on Lu Mingfei's shoulder.

She said, "Junior brother, why can't we succeed?" Lu Mingfei sighed, touched Nuonuo's hair and said nothing. Lu Mingfei had really tried hard over the years, but when he went to the medical department for a checkup, the professors unanimously agreed that there was no problem with Lu Mingfei's fertility.

Others had no problem either. Before going to bed, Nono also carefully stroked his knuckles, in the suite of the old building built in 1977 on the old street of the city, holding it in the refracted light of the sparkling Posh vodka, releasing it, and holding it, until the cycle was disrupted by the ethanol in the stomach.

At this time, Xia Mi took her hand out and put it into Lu Mingfei's pocket. The stuffy pocket of the cold-proof down coat was like a mother holding her daughter's red, frozen little hand.

"Be nicer to my sister." Xia Mi pressed her face against Lu Mingfei's back and arched her back like a kitten. Fine snow was floating in the sky, and ice crystals fell on the girl's hair like dewdrops hanging on tree branches.

Lu Mingfei's heartbeat was steady and strong. Holding him tightly, Xia Mi felt as if she was close to a blazing bonfire. It was so comfortable, so comfortable that she felt like she was about to fall asleep.

"I know." Lu Mingfei said.

He knew what Xia Mi meant.

Something not so good happened a few years ago and Nono was hurt as a result.

At that time, she was pregnant with Lu Mingfei's child, but the child never came into this world because Lu Mingfei was being hunted by the entire secret party.

Everyone thought that Lu Mingfei was a dragon king hiding in the human world, everyone thought it was a conspiracy of an ancient tribe, and everyone wanted to obtain Lu Mingfei's genes and kill him.

In order to help him pass on information, Nuonuo did not flee with him, but the news of the girl's pregnancy eventually spread like wildfire.

Pregnancy, a child of the Dragon King!

No king in history has ever left behind his own bloodline, let alone a thing born from a pure human and possibly a mixed-race king.

The school board went crazy. The enforcement team and the hunting team chased Nono from Chicago to Oslo. Nono ran away all the way, but in the end she couldn't save the child and she miscarried.

Since then, Nono's mental state has not been very good. After the crisis was resolved, Nono seemed to be paralyzed and was absent-minded the whole day.

At this time, Xia Mi jumped off Lu Mingfei's back, snuggled up to Lu Mingfei, and her steps were bouncing again.

"Did Nuonuo go to Tomsk too?" Xia Mi's eyes curved, and the hem of her white skirt fluttered like a blooming and withering flower.

"Eri and Rei are here too, and Sister Mai should be here soon." Lu Mingfei said.

When Xia Mi held his hand, Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered that he had also walked with a girl across the freezing cold Volga River and the surging white waves of the Barents Sea.

Not long ago, also in the Arctic Circle, Lu Mingfei dragged Xia Mi into a snowdrift during the polar night. The snow was taller than their waists, and the sub-zero wind made the two purebred warm-tropical people's voices hoarse and their noses red.