Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

"It looks like Concubine Yu, but I don't know her," said Zhao Menghua.

On the other side, the Lord Wa, who claimed to be tens of thousands of years old, had actually become friends with a group of young girls in their early twenties. The members of the literature club who got the news and the classmates who happened to be back in Hefei for the holiday had all arrived one after another, except for Su Xiaoqiang.

At first, the students looked at Lord Wa with some fear, especially after they learned that she was actually Lu Mingfei's senior sister at Kassel College, the fear became even more obvious.

It seems that Nono really left an indelible impression on this group of young people from small cities at the farewell party of the literature club, and even Kassel College became something out of their reach in their eyes.

However, this fear obviously subsided a lot after Wazhu told her the gossip that Lu Mingfei lost all his money playing slot machines with her in Las Vegas, and the two of them had to stay in the same motel and take a Greyhound to Nevada together.

Lu Mingfei listened attentively and watched in all directions, so he naturally knew why those girls cast glances of sudden enlightenment and "that's why" at this place from time to time. He could only sigh in his heart that he was worthy of being an old monster who had lived for tens of thousands of years, as he could easily fool those little girls around.

As the investor of tonight, the uncle is of course the host. He has already invited the students to sit down. The table is filled with people toasting each other, and the scene is already very lively.

In a trance, Lu Mingfei felt as if he had experienced something similar at some point. He pressed his forehead, but could not remember when he had experienced it.

Zhao Menghua lit a cigarette for himself, and then made arrangements for Lu Mingfei. The two of them led a group of younger brothers including Xu Yanyan and Xu Leilei to sit at an empty table.

"Actually, according to the original plan, I was going to propose to Wenwen during my internship year after my junior year." Young Master Zhao puffed out cigarettes, looking quite melancholy and desolate like a married man. His younger brothers also puffed out cigarettes, which made Lu Mingfei feel as if he had suddenly fallen into the Lingxiao Palace.

"Some time ago, my two cousins ​​came to Kunshan to invest, and my family insisted that I go with them." Master Zhao spoke.

Lu Mingfei thought to himself, I know that your cousin is not a good guy. Not only did he rape women, but he also raised illegal funds. He relied on his position in the Temple of Solomon and that foreign dragon to do whatever he wanted, but in the end he hit a wall and both he and the dragon were detained.

"He told me that the reason he came back to Kunshan to invest was because he met a girl when he was studying in the UK. The girl had a crush on him while studying. He allowed his cousin to focus on his career, but when he came back after achieving success, he found that the girl had already returned to Kunshan and got married." Zhao Menghua said, "I thought that Wenwen and I should not follow in her footsteps, so we got engaged right away when we came back this time."

Xu Yanyan said that Brother Zhao is the most affectionate person in our Shilan.

Lu Mingfei complained in his heart, “Six hours ago my uncle said that I was the most affectionate one in Shilan, okay?”

But he knew the hidden ins and outs of the Kunshan incident better than anyone else. The story was not what Zhao Menghua told. Jiang Wanzhi and Bai Shanglu were in love and lived together till old age. It was not Zhao Xuzhen's turn to make comments.

As they were talking, the brothers somehow started talking about Lu Mingfei. For Wazhu, this was finally getting to the point. With two big round eyes shining, she strolled over to Lu Mingfei like a cat, and with a twist of her slender waist, she squeezed past the fat boy who was not sure whether it was Xu Yanyan or Xu Leilei.

A buddy said to me, Brother Lu, do you still remember me? We used to be classmates in junior high school. We played StarCraft together at that time. You were very good at it. When we had a one-on-one duel, I used the Hydralisk sea tactics, but I was killed by your lightning troops.

Lu Mingfei smiled shyly and said, "No, no, no, I can't remember anything. Let's drink, let's drink."

Another buddy toasted Lu Mingfei and stood up and said, "It's strange, when you were in junior high school, you were just a passerby with no sense of existence... Ah, I'm not saying that you were not awesome back then, you were awesome back then, and you swept our area when you played StarCraft, but not like later, it was like you were possessed by someone, you were more powerful than Chu Zihang, not only did you become the top student in the grade, you also grew taller and more mature, and became a superstar in the school in just a few months.

In recent years, online literature has gradually risen, and fantasy has become popular. Who among you here has not read Battle Through the Heavens? The term "possession" is just right.

Lu Mingfei raised his glass and clinked it with his buddies and said, "I was holding back a lot of energy at that time, just waiting to make a big splash."

Those changes that seemed incredible to outsiders actually happened to Lu Mingfei in September 2007. At that time, he had just returned to the past from the second half of 2012. He had an activated S-level bloodline, fighting skills that could be called the dragon of the executive department, and was indoctrinated with almost all the basic physics knowledge of modern times through devilish training and cramming education by many department heads of Kassel College. If he still couldn't dominate Shilan, then he could really find a pillar to smash himself to death on.

Seeing that some of his friends were eager to dig up some stories about Lu Mingfei's past, he had to punish himself by drinking three cups of wine and said, "Can we stop talking about StarCraft? I haven't played it in years."

I first came into contact with this game when I was in junior high school. At that time, I had no money and nowhere to go, so I just hung out in the computer room of the junior high school. By chance, I saw a senior student playing a game of 5D Speed ​​Dog, and I was amazed. From then on, I couldn't stop playing.

At that time, Lu Mingfei was often defeated when playing StarCraft in the computer room, but the reason for his loss was not because of his poor skills, but because the mouse in the school computer room had been used for too many years, and the scroll wheel had been worn into an ellipsoid shape. No matter how gentle the movement was, the pointer would drift irregularly. Therefore, if you wanted to operate the troops accurately, you had to rely on logical thinking on the one hand, and luck on the other.

Later, a black Internet cafe opened downstairs from my uncle's house. I forgot what it was called, and the situation improved.

He could not remember anything else. The only thing he remembered was that it only cost six yuan a night to surf the Internet in that black Internet cafe. There was a 15-inch generic flat-screen monitor and the fan noise was so loud that it sounded like a Boeing 747 taking off next to your ear. The computer room was always filled with the smell of cheap cigarettes, Master Kong beef noodles, and stinky feet. The hard chairs were placed in a jagged pattern according to the terrain. Lu Mingfei bumped into them many times and still had bruises on his calves when he was in high school. If he stretched too hard, he would hit the back of the head of the person in the back seat. If he took his flip-flops off his feet, he would be kicked into the depths of the computer desk immediately.

But even thinking back on it now, even though many, many years had passed, Lu Mingfei still thought that place was fucking awesome.

The illegal Internet cafes were dirty, small, run-down and chaotic, but that was how the world looked to Lu Mingfei when he was a child.

Once you enter the Jianghu, you are a child of the Jianghu. Even if you kill people and set fire to others, fight for your brothers, drink until the end of time, and fight with a bad chess player, it doesn't matter. Even if the old aunt at home doesn't like you, she can't find you here. Because she is not a child of the Jianghu, black Internet cafes never let those middle-aged women who look extremely fierce in the Internet cafes. If they let them in, it would be like the King of the Golden Wheel sweeping the martial arts world. In a few minutes, this place will be full of blood and corpses.

"So Mingfei was still a very unlucky kid five years ago." Lord Wa smiled with narrowed eyes, his eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful as peaches and plums.

Five years.

These two words kept turning over and over in Lu Mingfei's stomach, feeling hot and cold as if he had taken a big sip of Erguotou.

He looked up at the residential buildings on the edge of the city outside the window. All of them were densely packed with lights on. The streets were filled with black and white cars. Pop music was playing in the mobile phone store, the pancake stall was surrounded by people, the steamers in front of the Hangzhou Xiaolongbao shop were stacked high, and bicycles were crookedly passing by the crooked tree. Everything seemed no different from five years ago.

For a moment, Lu Mingfei had an illusion that time seemed to be frozen outside this huge floor-to-ceiling window. Five years ago, when he first returned to this time and space and looked out from the barred window of his uncle's house, he saw the same densely packed buildings, crowded cars, and white steam from the steamers.

A horse passed by the window, and five years passed in the blink of an eye.

All the noises around his ears were so hazy that they flowed away like water. The brothers in the literature club saw that Senior Brother Lu was lost in thought and did not disturb him. They each held a glass of wine and talked about the past. Wazhu covered one of Lu Mingfei's palms with both hands, as if to let him feel that there was still something solid to anchor him in the chaotic flow of time.

A moment later, the door of the Ball Room was pushed open and a cold wind blew in his face, waking up the dazed Lu Mingfei. He looked up and immediately met a delicately painted little face with a pointed chin.

Su Xiaoqiang looked around with her phoenix eyes, and came to Lu Mingfei in a hurry. She twisted her slender waist and pushed Zhao Menghua aside.

Young Master Zhao pointed at Su Xiaoqiang with trembling fingers and uttered the words "you, you, you, you" from between his teeth. Su Xiaoqiang snorted coldly and said, "You want to climb into Ming Fei's bed too?"

The little angel is still the little angel, and she never stops talking until she shocks the dead. The whole audience fell silent, and Lu Mingfei blushed.

Lord Wa frowned, feeling that something was not right. How come this guy could hook up with girls wherever he went?

"Long time no see, Senior Sister." Su Xiaoqiang held Lu Mingfei's other hand, and her little face with painted eyebrows and hair looked like a blooming flower.

She knew Lord Wa, but there was still an imperceptible fire burning deep in her pupils.

Chapter 529: I was young at that time (3)

Thanks to the candlelight-lit night talk with Mr. Fingel in Room 301, Zone E, where Lu Mingfei always felt that class reunions were bullshit. The general tone was nothing more than the tall, rich, handsome, short, rich, short, ugly, rich guys hooking up with female classmates, while the poor and unlucky guys sat aside drinking alone, and those who needed to drive after dinner drove away, those who needed to get a room got a room, and those who had no future just waited for the bus to go home.

But the real Lu Mingfei is the poor guy who can't afford a car, has no girlfriend to date, and can only wait for the bus to go home after the class reunion. So whenever this topic comes up, he always drinks Finger's whiskey and vodka with low-quality table wine labels.

Fortunately, Shilan Middle School is an aristocratic school known as the trust fund baby high school locally. Everyone here is an aristocratic figure who has no worries about food and clothing and has risen to the top quickly. Aristocrats should look aristocratic and must not be impatient to pull off each other's clothes as soon as they meet. Especially now, those who are sitting here have not graduated yet and are just clear-eyed college students, so the brothers think it is quite normal.

As he drank and chatted, memories of the past came to his mind one by one. It was a little ridiculous that the closer he got to the truth, the further he seemed to be from his former self.

Under the influence of alcohol, Su Xiaoqiang put his arm around Lu Mingfei's neck and said, "Senior Brother, thanks to you, my father has recovered. All those jackals and tigers who coveted our family are gone."

Lord Wa glared at her, as if he was dissatisfied that his cheap little brother had been abducted by someone like that.

Zhao Menghua and others looked at each other, thinking that Lu Mingfei was really awesome. He had already won over the little goddess in less than a month after returning, and a group of beautiful senior sisters followed him from Chicago to Hefei.

Damn, I'm so jealous.

After all, Lu Mingfei was a thin-skinned person in front of outsiders, so he quickly waved his hands and explained, "My uncle has cardiovascular disease, so he can't manage his business for the time being. That's why the little girl returned to China from Chicago... It's difficult to cure that kind of disease with our medical level, so I asked my senior sister to invite a team of experts from abroad to help with the treatment."

After a series of ideological struggles, Lu Mingfei could share the secrets of the dragon clan and the hybrids with Su Xiaoqiang frankly, but the ultimate reason was that the girl was too deeply involved and had no way to escape from the quagmire.

But all the people who came to attend the class reunion today were ordinary people who had nothing to do with the dragon race. Maybe only Zhao Menghua had some intersection with the mixed-bloods in his life. Of course, Lu Mingfei couldn't stand up and yell, "Everyone, look at me, look at the girl on my left hand? She is actually Nuwa, the ancestor of all of you. I am her younger brother, so I am also your ancestor! Su Xiaoqiang's father was cured by Nuwa. It was so simple. She just waved her hand and the disease was cured!

As soon as the words fell, everyone was stunned. The fat boy Lu Mingze, who was squeezing in with the girls at the next table, and the uncle who had already started to talk and chat with his brothers in the literature club also looked over.

Lu Mingfei was startled, realizing that he had probably said something wrong again. Perhaps it was because he had experienced too many things, met so many important people, and had a few dragon lives under his command that could destroy cities, that he himself had started to ignore his age without knowing when.

After all, Lu Mingfei is only a young man in his early twenties. What are other people doing when they are twenties? They are still studying late into the night to write applications for joining the party, getting up at 7 o'clock every morning to do morning exercises, and at the end of the month they have to beg their families for living expenses. But he was able to use his connections to invite a medical team and experts from abroad to treat his classmate's father.

This group of experts seems to be no ordinary people, as they can cure a serious disease that even Su Xiaoqiang's family cannot afford.

Su Xiaoqiang drank so much that his eyebrows turned red, his eyes were blurry, and there was a layer of confusion on his pupils. He leaned against Lu Mingfei's arm and breathed sweetly, saying, "Mingfei, you have put a lot of thought into this, right?" Lu Mingfei nodded repeatedly and said yes, yes, but it was still the senior sister who contributed the most.

Lord Wa pouted, snorted and rolled her eyes.

At this time, a waiter in a tuxedo trotted over from the corner to Lu Mingfei's side. He leaned over to Lu Mingfei's ear and whispered, "Mr. Lu, someone is looking for you."

Lu Mingfei looked back. Just by looking at the guy's chest muscles that almost burst his fleece shirt and his deep blue eyes, he knew that he was the bounty hunter hired by Su Enxi from Siberia.

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did that person say who it was?"

"He asked me to give this to you." The waiter quietly put something hard into Lu Mingfei's hand from under his clothes.

He sobered up instantly, and his dizzy mind was as clear as if it had been filled with cold winter water.

What he received was a gold badge with a giant dragon entangled in thorns on it. Although it was forged from gold, the background color was crimson purple.

When Lu Mingfei was still studying at Kassel College, he had seen this emblem more than once, at the school board meeting, in the Hall of Valor, in the oil painting gallery of Odin Square...

Behind it is honor and dedication. A family that is far older, more respectable and less afraid of sacrifice than Gattuso has used blood to water the thorns that entangle the dragon for thousands of years.

That family is "Cadmus", and its leader is Saint Cadmus, who always stands with Angers and supports Lu Mingfei when the elders have disagreements.

The first generation of Cadmus was a hero in Greek mythology. He killed the offspring of Ares, the god of war, and was an ancient race of pure blood. He was the son of Agenor, the leader of Phoenicia. The ancient Phoenicians were keen on crimson. At that time, they forced slaves to dive into the seabed to take sea clams, from which they extracted bright and strong pigments, and then dyed them with purple-red to sell colorful cloth to various Mediterranean countries.

Later, Saint Cadmus established a dragon-slaying family that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, with crimson purple as the base color.

"I have to take a call, so I'll excuse you for a moment." Lu Mingfei stood up and left.

Regardless of whether the people who came were the elders themselves or their representatives, the fact that they did not choose to raid the hotel is enough to explain the problem.

In the era before the establishment of Cassel College in Angers, the Conspiracy was still an iron-blooded organization. The elders and their hunting teams would never put heretics on trial. The Extermination Order directly extended from Central Asia to the English Channel, and fallen hybrids and dragons were all targets for elimination.

With the charges that the academy has now put on Lu Mingfei's head, if he were in the 19th century, it would probably be enough to make him a target for hunting teams.

Lord Wa raised her little face and looked at Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei shook his head, so she did not follow him.

The waiter led Lu Mingfei to the elevator without saying a word. The elevator went all the way up to the ninth floor, which was the VIP executive floor. Only truly distinguished guests were allowed here.

Of course, for the Regent Hotel, as long as you have money you are a distinguished guest. If you have enough money, the manager on duty will even kneel down and lick your feet.

The huge council hall was as quiet as the end of the world. The waiter took him here and then stepped back. It was obvious that the person who had asked Lu Mingfei to meet here was inside.

But to his surprise, the person standing behind the huge French window, enveloped by the light and fire that stretched to the end of the skyline, was actually Pierre Cadmus, who was teased by his brothers in the Dragon Blood Society for having the same butt and chin as Superman.

This guy was wearing a black windbreaker in the style of the executive department. He was leaning against the edge of the window, smoking a cigarette, the cigarette butt flickering, and waving his hand to greet Lu Mingfei.

He didn't smoke before.

"Long time no see, Pierre." Lu Mingfei slowly untied the restraints of Lust and Ama-Kume on his wrists and placed them on the conference table as he passed by.

This means that he did not come with caution or malice. In accepting Pierre's invitation, he was actually repaying Cadmus's favor.

Although he had only met the old man a few times, it was indeed Saint Cadmus who helped Lu Mingfei in many things.

"I thought you wouldn't meet me." Pierre said softly. He was the direct descendant of this generation of the Cadmus family. His bloodline test before admission was judged to be A-level, but he failed the test in the 3E test and only received a B evaluation. However, he still relied on his excellent bloodline, family background comparable to Caesar, and strong personality charm to obtain a very high status in the society.

However, with Lu Mingfei's fall from power, the Dragon Blood Society founded by him should have been suppressed by the school board headed by the Gattuso family.

"How could that be?" Lu Mingfei tilted his head and stood in the middle of the council hall, facing the young man from a distance. "Before we went to Tokyo, didn't you say you hoped to become the acting president? How is it? Is the job of a leader fun?"

Pierre stared into Lu Mingfei's eyes, and after a moment he shook his head: "It's not fun at all, it's too tiring, and I'm no match for the Student Union and the Lionheart Club."

"For people like you, having similar experiences is actually a good training. Cadmus is the most prominent surname in Syria and Lebanon. One day in the future you will take over your empire." Lu Mingfei said.

"You talk like my dad." Pierre said bitterly, "But I didn't come to see you to say this, even though I managed to evade Norma and the Inspectorate's surveillance."

"Inspectorate?"

"The academy is not the same after you and the principal left." Pierre sighed, "Now we are more like a military organization, and the board of directors is trying to build Hilltop Academy into a fortress."

Lu Mingfei scratched his forehead and sighed. In fact, all this was expected. After all, transforming the bloody and violent organization of the Secret Party into a school for cultivating geniuses has always been the legacy of the first generation of the Lionheart Society. Marquis Gambet and Lord Mayek, the elders of the Secret Party, left this wish during the Summer Mourning incident, and it was finally implemented and carried out by Hilbert Jean Angers, the only survivor of the accident.

Their original intention was to train geniuses rather than armies, so that they could use their amazing strength and talent to deliver a fatal blow to the Dragon King on the battlefield.

But to this day, the school directors have long coveted worldly power, and they need an army rather than geniuses.