Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Lu Mingfei suddenly realized that he was saying this for Xia Mi to hear. He wanted Xia Mi to do this. He wanted...

Take back all the power placed in the hands of the Dragon King!

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The rails vibrated under the Maybach's tires, and Caesar stepped on the accelerator. The colonel, who was instructed by the Gattuso family, did not have the courage to stop him.

He was not too late, the immortals were rushing towards the train like a tide, and the girl on the train could only fight back with a knife.

She was so slender and weak, but her golden eyes were so powerful.

It was the girl that Lu Mingfei abducted from the Sheqi family, Eriya Uesugi.

The girl tied the bloody Lu Mingfei to her back with a restraint, and silently swung her sword, silently repelling the attacks of the immortals time and time again.

She was so weak and pale, but in her hands were the two sharp blades that ranked last among the seven deadly sins.

Controlled by their family, the fearless immortals with boiling dragon blood waved their deformed forelimbs and tried to touch the skirt of the girl on the roof like evil spirits crawling out from the depths of the earth's crust. The next second, her head was chopped off.

She was very powerful, but she was already at the end of her strength, and even her golden eyes were beginning to dim.

It took almost all of Eri's strength to peel Lu Mingfei out of the body of the Yamata no Orochi, and she didn't have time to absorb more strength for re-incubation when she was receiving the fetal blood.

Caesar spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth fiercely, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, gripped the steering wheel tightly and looked straight ahead. In the curtain-like black rain, only the silver light of Maybach illuminated those black, devil-like shadows.

He couldn't see anything clearly, he just felt that the Maybach had finally crashed into a sea of ​​metal and bones.

The immortals' forelimbs, which had been deformed into weapon-like shapes, slammed against the Maybach's windshield from all directions with such force that it seemed as if they could shatter rocks.

The scarlet area suddenly expanded outward with Caesar as the core. His heart began to beat at an incredible speed. The blood burst started directly from the second time. The sickle-weasel that served as a messenger instantly turned into a violent assassin's blood-sucking sickle.

It was like a shock wave crashed into a dozen immortals, who were knocked over by the power of the field. Then the Maybach swerved hard on the side of the steam locomotive and stopped steadily next to Lu Mingfei and Eri.

Caesar pushed open the door and fired both guns.

"Come on!"

He said.

The bullets were used up in a few seconds, and then the short hunting knife named Dick Tudo was pulled out of the scabbard, and the blade light burst like flames.

The veins on Caesar's wrists were throbbing with anger. Even with the strength of his second blood burst, he used the alchemical bone knife to cut the immortal's skull, but only a metallic roar was heard. The horrific recoil almost shattered his wrist bones.

And those immortals who were hit by the Desert Eagle's bullets just now just got up immediately after falling to the ground. There were enemies everywhere, in the sky and on the ground.

Eiry carried Lu Mingfei on her back and jumped onto the roof of the Maybach, leaving a slight dent on the roof.

But her hand that was swinging the knife suddenly stopped, and the girl pulled a horribly deformed woman down from the air and threw her in front of Caesar.

Caesar just took one look and felt his heart break.

That is……

Gulveig's face.

His face is at least 60% similar to his mother.

Eiry probably showed mercy because she saw that this woman looked somewhat similar to Lu Mingfei's senior brother, but she didn't expect that this would almost destroy Caesar's sanity.

Ten thousand bad thoughts flashed through Caesar's mind. His hand holding the knife began to tremble slightly. The anger and hatred in his heart seemed to set the whole world on fire.

"Let's go! Let's go!" But Caesar still roared like a lion. He tore open the immortal's throat with a knife, turned around to help Eiry untie Lu Mingfei and stuff him into the back seat, and then pushed Eiry into the driver's seat.

There was a crying tone in his roar, but there was not a single tear.

The man slammed the car door shut fiercely and rushed forward like mad, trying to use his body to open a passage for Lu Mingfei and the girl.

He didn't dare to look back, because if he did, he would see the eyes of the immortal who looked so much like his mother. There was only cruelty in those golden pupils, but he had a face that could pierce his heart.

If he looked back, he might never be able to get out again, because just as Xia Mi didn't want to live like Lu Mingfei, Caesar didn't want to live like that woman, even though she might not be his mother at all, but just had a face like his mother.

The immortals actually collapsed before Caesar. The young lion seemed to rush into the sea, smashing every wave.

"Let's go! Let's go!" It seemed like this was the only sentence he could say.

Eri stepped on the accelerator and followed closely behind Caesar.

She heard Caesar's roar, like the sound of a lion at the end of its life, still powerful and terrifying, but his heart seemed to have stopped beating.

Is that woman really not Gullveig, is she really just...similar?

Caesar once again realized the gap between himself and Lu Mingfei. Some people enter hell just to stroll around, while some people have to pay the price of their lives.

He came here tonight following his own justice, using the knife and gun in his hands to help his brother change his fate. His lovely fiancée was still waiting for him in the distant Portofino, waiting for him to send her to the Nibelungen Project to transform blood and cure ALS.

But Caesar's bullets hit the world and his dagger chopped the skirt of the goddess of fate, but the goddess remained motionless, but he was already covered with wounds.

He finally drove the Maybach to the edge of the immortals, and Caesar's body was already covered with wounds. The car began to speed up, but suddenly a deep sound of horse hooves was heard from the side.

Caesar roared angrily and fired newly loaded bullets at the giant god who rushed out from the curtain of heavy rain with his whole body glowing. He didn't know whether it was Percy or the man named Chu Tianjiao. He just hoped that he could buy them even a little bit of time.

But the bullets swirled and melted on Odin's cloak, unable to cause any damage. The god continued to spin above his head and swing his giant sword, not even looking at Caesar.

Everything is in vain, no one can stop fate.

The black figure was like a high wall that was about to drown Caesar. He was hit hard on the back by a punch. He fell forward and knelt on the ground. He had no strength to get up. The muzzles of two Desert Eagles were pointing at the ground and countless blood-sucking sickle-tailed weasels were dancing wildly in the air, but to no avail.

In the end, Caesar could only sigh deeply.

He has fought the good fight, he has finished the race, he has kept the faith. Even if he dies, there will be a crown of righteousness reserved for him from now on.

Through the gap in the high wall formed by Deadpool, Caesar could vaguely see Odin getting closer and closer to the speeding luxury car. He seemed to be able to see the god using his blade to cut through the metal to kill the girl and then kill Lu Mingfei.

At the moment of desperation, a scarlet knife light flashed from a distance and cut off Sleipnir's forelegs with one blow!

"Uesugi family, Minamoto no Chidome..."

It was a boy running from a distance with a knife in his hand. He passed by the Maybach. His long hair was as long as algae in the waves. At a certain moment, the boy looked at the distraught girl in the driver's seat, but the girl did not look at him.

Then, Genji suddenly accelerated, spun like a warrior risking her life, and swung the long sword with a cherry-red handle to slash at the god who had fallen from his horse.

"I'll take your dog's life!" Yuan Zhinu growled, scales growing across her cheeks, and the light of the knife was as beautiful as the girl's newly drawn eyebrows.

Behind him, the Maybach had accelerated to a speed of 200 kilometers per hour and rushed onto the mountain road to escape.

Chapter 437 We will never abandon each other until death, and we will embrace each other in our dreams

The elevator with mirror-like walls took Lu Mingfei up the stairs. The man in the mirror was well-dressed, wearing a full set of custom-made suits by Cesare Attolini and handmade leather shoes by Berluti. His hairstyle was neat and layered.

Lu Mingfei is not interested in luxury goods. He recalled that the first time he bought a formal suit for the literature club graduation ceremony on Taobao was a "Korean-style trendy men's slim suit". But now, wearing these aristocratic clothes that together can buy a house in a second-tier city in China, he didn't feel out of place at all. It was as if he was born to enjoy all the best things in the world, and all the wealth and secrets in the world should flow with his consent.

The elevator made a ding and stopped at an unknown floor. The majestic metal door opened to both sides. A handsome waiter in a tuxedo immediately led Lu Mingfei out of the elevator with a smile on his face, and into a very quiet restaurant with dim candlelight and elegant people.

Lu Mingfei was a little surprised, because judging from the Chinese nameplates on the chests of the waiters, this should be a very stylish Chinese restaurant. He hadn't eaten authentic Chinese food for a long time. The sushi, tempura and sukiyaki made him want to vomit. But the music played in the restaurant was not a certain celebrity's serenade or Jay Chou's Blue and White Porcelain, which are the favorite songs played in domestic petty-bourgeois restaurants, but a sad and sorrowful aria. This subtle sense of illusion and unreality made Lu Mingfei slightly stunned, just like you walked into a 120-year-old suit customization shop on the streets of Naples. Although the walls were hung with stylish and luxurious formal clothes, the old tailor was sewing a bright red phoenix coronet.

Apart from that, there weren't many other problems. Everyone dining here was elegant and well-dressed. The men were holding cigars with smoke rising straight up, while the ladies were wearing backless evening gowns, their skirts flying up in the hazy fragrance system, revealing their straight and taut calves.

But Lu Mingfei couldn't see their faces clearly, just like he couldn't see the Chinese nameplates on the waiters' chests.

He suddenly began to wonder why he was here and where this place was.

Just as he was thinking this, a thin layer of fog suddenly rose in the restaurant. The imitated religious oil paintings on the walls on both sides became dim and indistinct. Every person in the painting seemed to be casting compassionate eyes at Lu Mingfei who was standing in a daze in the fog.

Lu Mingfei began to feel a little scared. He tried to find the knife he always carried with him, the knife that he always carried with him. However, his sleeves were empty. He only had a gorgeous watch on his wrist. It was the Vacheron Constantin Tour de I'lle Watch that Ling had put on him in Tokyo. However, Lu Mingfei remembered that he seemed to have taken it off and put it somewhere not long ago...

The fragrance system and the warm air system made him feel a little dizzy. He couldn't remember why he took off the watch, nor why it was back on his wrist.

Then he did a very strange movement. He started tapping his chest with his knuckles.

Such strange behavior should have attracted the attention of everyone around, but no one looked at him. The waiter led Lu Mingfei to the window seat and made way for him. Then, a girl stood up in the fog.

Her long hair looked very long in the fog, and the breeze made her hair flutter slightly. They couldn't see each other clearly through the thick fog, but Lu Mingfei tilted his head, and the girl also tilted her head; Lu Mingfei patted the girl's shoulder, and the girl also patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder.

"Why do you imitate me?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Why do you imitate me?" said the girl.

A faint, cold fragrance came from very close, and President Lu suddenly showed a cunning smile on his face, "I'm a big idiot." He laughed with his big teeth bared.

"You're a huge idiot." The girl also said, and you could really tell from the sound of her voice that she was trying to suppress her laughter that was stuck in her throat.

Lu Mingfei's face turned dark. He walked forward and the girl stepped back. The two people's steps and movements were exactly the same, as if the guy hiding in the fog was deliberately trying to play a trick on him.

Walking back and forth actually just meant circling the dining table. After circling twice, Lu Mingfei stopped moving. His eyes rolled around, and he blinked and laughed.

The girl in the fog also laughed.

After a moment, she couldn't laugh anymore, because Lu Mingfei suddenly stretched out his hands to her chest and pinched it twice. After that, he raised his eyebrows at him provocatively.

"Learn." Lu Mingfei was quite smug, but he didn't expect to get a slap on the face the next second, which made the guy spin two or three times on the spot like a swan dance. When he was a little dazed by the beating, a slightly cool, slender and graceful little hand grabbed his right ear and made him stagger.

Suddenly, wind blew up in the restaurant at this moment, dispersing the fog. However, Lu Mingfei grimaced in pain and could only be pressed down to look at the girl's feet.

She was wearing a bohemian-style long skirt, the hem of which was billowing like clouds in the wind, with mist flowing away along the folds of the clouds. Her beautiful long legs were revealed under the hem of her skirt, and she was wearing cool high-heeled sandals on her feet. A thin black silk-like rope was wrapped around the girl's petite and delicate instep and tied into a beautiful knot behind her lonely ankle.

Looking at the familiar pair of little feet, Lu Mingfei's heart suddenly trembled, as if some thorny flowers and plants were growing in the mass of flesh and blood that was making a hollow sound, which pricked him painfully, but made him linger.

He slowly raised his head, facing the faint light coming in from the window. The pretty girl was looking at him angrily with one hand on her waist.

"Brother, your true nature is exposed! Are you planning to do something more extreme next, like taking off your shirt or something?" Miss Xia Mi raised the corners of her mouth and narrowed her eyes. Her silver teeth made a crunching sound. She grabbed Lu Mingfei's ear and lifted up his shocked face to face with her.

Although she was just joking, anyone could see the girl's dissatisfaction and resentment.

Lu Mingfei stared blankly at the pair of clear and bright eyes so close to him, with a blank expression on his face.

Xia Mi blinked, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and she looked away and no longer looked into Lu Mingfei's eyes.

She tied up her long hair with a black headband. Behind her was the city with bright lights at night. In the wind blowing from the side, the striped silk ribbon around Xia Mi's waist fluttered like a flag.

No one in the restaurant looked at them. Everyone enjoyed the food in silence. The dim candlelight illuminated their faces, but their facial features could not be seen clearly. They just seemed very familiar, as if they had seen them in a dream before.

Lu Mingfei looked at Xia Mi's wandering eyes for a long time. In the candlelight, the girl looked shy and her face was as pale as a peach.

After a moment, he reached out his trembling hand to touch Xia Mi's cheek. The girl was frightened by Lu Mingfei's action, and she glared at him with her eyes wide open, gritting her teeth.

But what a depressed and fortunate face it was. The ecstasy of regaining what had been lost and the heart-wrenching guilt were all written in this guy's eyes.

All the resentment in those angry eyes suddenly dissipated at this moment, a light pink spread from the earlobes to the cheeks, and all the emotions in those beautiful eyes like cutting water shattered and turned into gentle ripples.

The next moment, the girl rubbed Lu Mingfei's palm gently with her delicate cheek. The man's palm was warm and the girl's skin was slightly cool. After just two rubs, Xia Mi's eyes suddenly turned red.

She suddenly pulled Lu Mingfei's wrist and bit down hard on his forearm, leaving a shallow tooth mark on his skin. She looked down at the circle of tooth marks, and gently rubbed it with her hand as if she was distressed. She pursed her lips and blew a few breaths, then stood there in a daze.

Then Xia Mi began to sob softly.

Lu Mingfei didn’t have many other thoughts in his mind. He reached out and held the crying girl in his arms.