Dragon Clan: I can randomly draw a word spirit

This is probably the legendary sense of existence.

Some people's presence is by the champagne pool where luxury cars are everywhere and beauties are everywhere. That person is Caesar. Some people's presence is on the dragon-slaying battlefield where blood flows like a river. That person is Chu Zihang. There are even some people who, no matter what the occasion, as long as they stand there or appear, they will definitely be the focus of the whole audience.

That's Kazama Ruri.

Lu Mingfei's presence is probably felt in such Internet cafes, which are dirty and dilapidated, filled with smoke and dimly lit...but only here will anyone care about who he is.

Lu Mingfei was daydreaming when his cell phone dinged, indicating that there was a new message.

"Lu Mingfei? Is this your phone number? I'm Chen Wenwen. I saw your QQ ip is in BJ. The Literature Club is having a dinner party at 18:30 tonight. If you receive this message, come along. I've sent you the location on QQ."

Lu Mingfei's heart was moved, and ripples appeared... No, a huge meteorite hit the center of the Pacific Ocean, causing huge waves!

This sudden text message was just like the time when Chen Wenwen invited him to join the literature club. It was accidental, casual, and made people happy.

It was also a summer, the cicadas were chirping desperately, the sun was scorching outside, the shadow of the eaves fell on the ground, and the girl in a blue and white cloth skirt walked lightly past him.

"Are you Lu Mingfei? Do you like reading?" Chen Wenwen suddenly stopped.

Lu Mingfei looked up in surprise. The girl's pupils were like the surface of water, swaying slightly and reflecting the sunlight.

……

The sun shines on the stone pavement of Liulichang Street. On both sides are retro blue brick buildings. In front of every door hangs a black-and-gold signboard with words like "Jiguge" or "Daiyuexuan".

The young guest strolled out from the dark alley where the sun could not penetrate. He was wearing a green Chinese-style gown with inch-wide white sleeves rolled up, and casual pants. He had bright golden hair and eyes as blue as the sea.

When he stood in the street like this, he looked like a stupid old foreigner who was here to be ripped off. Immediately, several brave men jumped out from the shops, eager to try and pull this fat sheep back to their own shops.

But the guest was waving a white paper folding fan with the words "He who has not been to the Great Wall is not a true man" in his hand at them, as if he had returned with a full load. The others could only watch him leave with regret, wondering in their hearts which lucky guy had managed to fleece this fat sheep.

What they could never have imagined was that the shop that the customers had just left could even be considered run-down compared to the exquisite shops outside.

The "Fenglongtang" signboard is a bit worn out. It hangs on the lintel of the small shop. A sapphire blue cotton curtain hangs at the door.

This is almost the deepest part of the alley. Ordinary antique dealers would never choose to open a shop in such a remote place, and ordinary customers would never come here specifically, not to mention that the customer is a foreigner.

The old man leaned back in his chair and happily opened a heavy paper bag. It was left by the spendthrift guest and was also his first income of the day.

A young man in a black suit walked out from behind the rosewood screen. He had been standing there while Caesar was talking to the boss, blending into the darkness.

"Are you relieved now? He just said what you taught him, but he didn't say anything weird." The old man continued to count the money in a native dialect, "You can easily find him in this corner. His spirit is 'Sickle Weasel', and all sounds in the area cannot escape his ears."

"But you can neutralize his domain," the young man said. "Does the book you gave him really contain clues about the Dragon King?"

"It should be hidden inside, but I haven't found it after searching for decades." The boss shrugged, looked up nonchalantly, revealing a standard European face.

It is hard to imagine that this old man speaking Beijing dialect is actually a real European. He has iron-gray hair and gray eyes, and his thin cheeks still show the handsomeness of his youth.

"But since he is the heir chosen by the Gattuso family, he should be more capable than me. Moreover, finding a sleeping Dragon King and an awakened Dragon King are completely different in difficulty."

"The tiny earthquakes have been happening more and more frequently these days. Just as you guessed, he can no longer hold back."

The old man stuffed the counted money back into the paper bag and said, "You should also pay me the balance of $2.5 million."

"When Caesar got the book, the balance had already been deposited into your account." The young man frowned, "You shouldn't be someone who cares so much about money."

"As an old man, I don't have anything else to pursue. You spent five million dollars to buy this book from me, and then asked me to resell it to him. It's too roundabout. Can't you just give it to him directly?"

"He has always been somewhat resistant to the family's arrangements. He may still be in his rebellious phase." The young man said, "But it doesn't matter. All proud birds will eventually fly back to their nests."

The young man raised his head, smelled the rich sandalwood scent in the air, and finally his eyes turned to the bright red wedding dress behind the screen.

The wedding dress is made of fine Hu silk, with exquisite kesi edges, gold foil with phoenix patterns, and inlaid with pearl buttons and glazed sheets.

It was unfolded and nailed to the wall, and someone had used an ink pen to sketch a freehand profile of a bride. The expression on her face was like a girl with charming eyes turning her head and smiling at you.

"You drew it based on Chen Motong's painting?" The young man frowned. "This is too risky. If Caesar finds out, all our efforts will be in vain."

"I have confidence in my painting skills. Besides, I didn't show it off." The old man smiled indifferently: "I wanted to sell it to him and make some money from him, but I heard that he hasn't even chased the girl yet?"

"It's hard to imagine that the noble son of the Gattuso family would have a day when he would run into a wall with girls. But this girl is really beautiful and worth painting. It makes me want to paint her. If she were a nude model, she would be amazing."

"Don't think like that. If that happens, Caesar will kill you. He may not be unable to do it." The young man said lightly.

"It's just a casual remark. Besides, I'm a dead person."

"Close this antique shop and leave here. Don't say you're dead. Yes, you've been crossed off the list, but your old friend Ange has been looking for you all these years and has never given up."

The young man said coldly, "Mr. Friedrich von Roon."

The old man's face finally darkened. "Frost talks too much. He shouldn't have mentioned my name to you. I hope you're the only one who knows my name, Mr. Percy."

"You don't have to worry, because Mr. Frost is dead. He probably won't have the chance to bother you again." Percy said softly, "There's no need to keep it secret from me. I won't live long anyway."

The young man raised his head, his long hair fell down, revealing two pairs of completely different eyes.

He pointed at the fiery red wedding dress on the wall and said, "I'll buy this wedding dress. Can you copy the painting?"

"Are you interested in Chen Motong as well?" The old man had a thoughtful look in his eyes: "She is indeed a beautiful girl, and everyone likes her."

"Who am I to like someone? Besides, she is Caesar's bride."

Percy smiled, lowering his eyelids to hide the expression in his eyes: "It's just that after being in the dark for too long, I can't help but want to see more vivid and lively things."

"Like a moth flying on fire?" The old man also laughed, and said, as if intentionally or unintentionally, "But you will die if you do this."

"But isn't my mission to die?" Percy said softly, "You should leave early too, sir."

He turned to leave carrying the packed wedding dress and the finished painting, but was stunned the moment he opened the door.

A fiery red Ferrari stopped at the entrance of the alley, and the sexy girl came skipping in, pulling the indifferent girl. Seeing this, Percy subconsciously lowered his head and hid the things in his hands behind his back.

The girls didn't seem to notice him. When they passed by each other, a faint warm fragrance came to his face. The girls' fiery red hair was so bright in the sun that it seemed to be glowing.

Percy knew that he shouldn't look and couldn't look, but he still subconsciously raised his head and followed the dazzling red with his eyes.

Just like a moth in the darkness can never refuse the bright flame, even if the price is to be shattered into pieces and never to be recovered.

At the same time, the girl in the black windbreaker turned her head and looked at him with her dark eyes without blinking. Their eyes met in the air, and Percy immediately lowered his eyes as if he had been electrocuted, not daring to look again.

The young man's figure quickly disappeared at the end of the deep alley. Yuan Zhinu then slowly withdrew her gaze, with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

Nuonuo didn't notice this at all. She happily pushed open the shabby door of the antique shop, looked left and right curiously, and shouted at the same time: "Is anyone there?"

"Oh, yes, yes." The old man hurriedly walked out from the back hall. After seeing who was coming, he was stunned.

After seeing the old man's face, Yuan Zhinu frowned deeply.

Maybe it was because they were both European, or maybe it was because they had the same iron-gray hair and gray eyes. They obviously didn't look alike, but the moment she saw this old man, a name suddenly popped up in Genji's mind -

Bondarev.

Chapter 209 The Deeply Buried Secret

The atmosphere in the small and shabby antique shop was stagnant for a moment.

The first person to react was the old man. He scratched his iron-gray hair and smiled kindly on his old face: "Two beautiful girls, do you want to buy anything?"

His voice was so natural, just like when he usually greeted guests, as if the momentary daze just now did not exist at all.

Nuonuo looked around the shabby room. The shop still had old paper-covered windows, and the sunlight was dim when it came in. Countless dust particles were suspended in the air. There were large and small tables and wooden boxes in the room, which seemed to be quite old.

Thread-bound books, Tang tri-color pottery, stone inkstones and brush washers and other items are not arranged neatly, and even seem a bit random. It seems that this store sells everything.

At first glance, this place looks like an old house sealed by dust. No one has set foot in for decades. Only the dust elves are dancing in the air. They are the lords here.

A person who lives in such an environment is probably an old antique, even older than he appears. He has lived for a long time and witnessed the ups and downs of the world together with this dilapidated house.

Nuonuo blinked her eyes. She saw an old recliner at the door. A scene appeared in front of her, in which an old man was lying on the recliner, gazing at the bustling world outside the alley.

No matter whether it was the wind and rain beating on the dilapidated eaves, the sun shining on the old man's skinny body, or the snowflakes blowing in the cold wind, the old man just lay there quietly. Time passed in the blink of an eye, but the old man remained the same.

But he was not always here. The dust in the air and the clutter on the shelves showed that he did not live here, and he had not even been back for a long time.

"Girls, why don't you say anything?" The old man was very enthusiastic, promoting his products like any other shopkeeper on the road: "These are all top-quality goods!"

"Are you looking to buy antiques for collection or as gifts?" The old man had a kind face and a sincere smile. "They are absolutely genuine. If they are fake, I will pay you ten times the price."

"Mr. Lin Fenglong." Yuan Zhinv interrupted the old man's sales pitch and said calmly, "I saw your message on the Hunter website. You are selling Dragon King information, right?"

The old man was obviously stunned for a moment, and looked Yuan Zhinv up and down: "Are you hunters too? What's your name? Have we contacted each other?"

“No contact.”

"Then how did you find me?" The old man looked very surprised: "Isn't it true that you can't find real information on the Hunter website?"

"Don't worry about how I found it." Yuan Zhinv said briefly: "Want to chat?"

"Well, if I don't accept the invitation from such a beautiful girl, it would seem that I am a little ungrateful."

"Would you like some tea? I have some autumn Tieguanyin tea picked from old tea trees." The old man led Yuan Zhinu and Nuonuo to a corner, where a full set of celadon tea sets were placed on an old tea table made from tree roots.

Three people sat opposite each other, and the old man skillfully boiled water and brewed tea, pouring, steeping, rinsing and washing. The celadon tea set flew up and down in the hands of this European old man, with a beauty that made people dizzy.

A faint scent of tea wafted in the air, and finally two small cups of steaming tea were served to the girls.

"Try my cooking skills." The old man smiled and said, "It is my honor to make tea for a beautiful lady."

Nuonuo looked at the small cup of tea in front of her and suddenly said, "You just used this tea set, right?"

The old man was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"You just welcomed a distinguished guest. You valued him very much and made tea for him. The teacup was wet, obviously it had just been washed."

"You two must have talked for quite some time. It was an important matter. You were very satisfied with your findings, so you were in a good mood... Were you surprised by our arrival?"

Nuo Nuo raised his eyes, his dark red pupils fixed firmly on the old man's eyes, and he spoke word by word: "When you saw me just now, you were obviously stunned for a moment."

"you know me?"

The girl with red hair and red eyes pressed forward step by step. She was extremely aggressive and only such a sudden attack could force someone to reveal his true colors, and she could also read the information she wanted from it.

This is Nono's usual tactic, and it always works.

Almost at the same time as he spoke, Nuonuo stared at the old man's face, not missing any expression on his face, and sure enough, he saw that his expression was subtle for a moment.

"Sure enough, you know me." Without waiting for the old man to answer, Nuo Nuo made a judgment directly and said in a positive tone: "So, how do you know me?"

"Or in other words, through what means? And for what purpose?"

The old man's calm expression finally changed, and the smile on his face from beginning to end also faded.

Yuan Zhinu supported her head with one hand and watched everything calmly. She said nothing, just sat there, but she was the biggest confidence for Nuo Nuo to be so presumptuous.