Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Ye Fan glanced at his watch. "Then we'll practice our steps."

Lu Mingfei collapsed to the ground as if he had been pardoned.

But when he saw Ye Fan take out an hourglass from his backpack, he realized that this was "five minutes" in the realm of time zero.

The fine sand in the hourglass flowed slowly. Lu Mingfei stared at them and suddenly found that his vision could barely capture the trajectory of each grain of sand.

Although short-lived, this extraordinary perception made him both excited and frightened - he was becoming an extraordinary being.

"Time's up."

Ye Fan's voice brought him back to reality, "Get up, and practice 'cut back' this time."

For the next "several hours" (which in reality might have been only twenty minutes), Lu Mingfei repeated the boring basic movements under Ye Fan's supervision.

Every time he fell to the ground due to exhaustion, he would be whipped up with a belt; every time he made a wrong movement, he would be corrected mercilessly.

But gradually, Lu Mingfei found that he could hold on longer and longer. His muscles still ached, but the recovery speed was significantly faster.

What’s even more amazing is that he began to be able to predict Ye Fan’s instructions, as if his body already had memories of them.

"Not bad, it's finally starting to look good." At three in the morning (it might be one in the morning outside of midnight), Ye Fan finally called a halt, "Now, actual combat drill."

"Ah? Still need actual combat?"

He thought he could take a break.

Before Lu Mingfei could react, Ye Fan had already slashed at him with his sword. This time it was no longer a slow-motion teaching move, but a real killing move!

"clang!"

Lu Mingfei blocked hastily and was knocked back several steps.

Ye Fan's attack surged like a tide, and each sword strike carried the sound of breaking through the air. Lu Mingfei was caught in a dilemma, and soon his body was covered with several shallow scars.

These scars only made Lu Mingfei's skin slightly red.

There wasn't much noticeable pain, but it was enough to serve as a warning.

"Too slow!"

"There's too much of a gap in the defense!"

"Waist! Use your waist!"

Ye Fan's scolding echoed across the top of the mountain along with the sound of metal colliding.

It seemed that Ye Fan was really angry and really dissatisfied with Lu Mingfei's performance. His attacks became more and more fierce.

The blade light from the eight-sided Han sword rushed towards Lu Mingfei like a mountain and a sea.

Suddenly, Ye Fan's sword stabbed at him at a strange angle. Lu Mingfei had no time to react and could only watch the tip of the sword approach his throat.

At that moment, his thoughts drifted away strangely, and he remembered a novel he had read some time ago.

The protagonist of the book travels back to the Warring States Period and becomes a general of a small country. He is ordered to lead 10,000 elite soldiers to encircle and suppress a man - China's number one killer, Bai Qi.

The novel's description of that battle is extremely vague. It does not describe in detail how Bai Qi swung his sword or killed people. It only describes the final scene -

The protagonist knelt in a sea of ​​blood and corpses, surrounded by piles of broken limbs and arms. The blood soaked the soil, and even the air became sticky and fishy.

The man named Bai Qi was holding the eight-sided Han sword in one hand. The blade was dripping with blood, but his coarse linen clothes were not even stained with blood.

He walked slowly, his eyes as calm as if he was looking at a group of ants.

"You brought 10,000 people with you?" Bai Qi asked calmly, his voice as cold as ice. "Not enough."

The protagonist was trembling all over, not even having the strength to stand up. He could only watch the sword pressed against his throat...

——Just like now.

Lu Mingfei suddenly came back to his senses and saw that the tip of Ye Fan's sword was only three inches away from his throat.

He suddenly felt that Ye Fan's figure overlapped with Bai Qi's.

The same eight-sided Han sword, the same cold eyes, the same...desperate feeling of oppression.

Is this really a power that humans can possess?

Lu Mingfei knew that Ye Fan might not have used even 1% of his strength, but even so, the suffocating fear still made him tremble all over.

School bullies, hooligans, and sports athletes are like fireflies to the sun and dust to the mountains in front of Ye Fan's sword.

Chapter 37 Wake up

"what!"

Stimulated by the fear of death, Lu Mingfei's pupils suddenly contracted.

The world seemed to stand still for a moment. He could clearly see the fine lines on the sword blade and the slightly raised corners of Ye Fan's mouth.

Ye Fan’s explanation sounded in his mind, blending with the restlessness of the dragon blood.

Then, his body moved on its own...

Sweat flowed into his eyes, but Lu Mingfei still tried his best to keep his eyes open. Bloodshot lines appeared in his eyes as he tried to take in all of Ye Fan's movements.

Muscles throughout the body are constantly twitching due to excessive use.

But just when his body was about to collapse, that strange state appeared again -

The remaining power of the old king was merging into every part of Lu Mingfei's body, transforming his nerves, muscles, and bones...

The dark pupils that originally seemed to always carry a sense of bad luck now seemed to have a giant dragon roaring in them.

The giant dragon recklessly vented its anger and majesty. Its power and terror all transformed into golden light that emerged from Lu Mingfei's eyes!

The golden eyes were bright, and even Lu Mingfei's slightly decadent black bangs could not cover the golden eyes underneath.

The breeze lifted his bangs, revealing Lu Mingfei's entire face.

The slicked-back hair that was slightly similar to that of the gangster bosses in Hong Kong movies made Lu Mingfei look more decisive and handsome!

Ye Fan took all of this in, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a happy smile.

He was very happy that his junior brother had made such progress in such a short period of time.

This also caused Ye Fan's originally fierce movements to stop for a moment.

Seizing this opportunity, Lu Mingfei suddenly changed his tactics, and the Tang sword stabbed towards Ye Fan's chest like a poisonous snake!

"puff."

The tip of the knife stopped an inch away from Ye Fan's heart. It wasn't Lu Mingfei who withdrew his hand, but Ye Fan who clamped the blade with two fingers.

"Very fast progress." Ye Fan loosened his fingers, and the gold in his eyes gradually faded. "That's all for today."

Lu Mingfei felt a sense of relief, and his Tang sword dropped to the ground with a clang. He collapsed directly onto the glazed ground, not wanting to move a finger.

Ye Fan took out bandages and ointment from his backpack and began to treat Lu Mingfei's wound. His movements were surprisingly gentle, completely different from his previous harshness.

"Does it hurt?" Ye Fan asked.

Lu Mingfei wanted to be like those tough guys like Schwarzenegger and say expressionlessly that it doesn't hurt.

He had simulated such tough-guy scenes in his mind many times when he was bored.

Lu Mingfei's facial lines have become straight and stiff under deliberate control.

He was ready to put on a handsome facial pose and show off to Ye Fan.

But the moment the ointment touched the wound, his nerves twisted and twitched in pain, and he couldn't help but gasp: "Hiss—it hurts, of course it hurts!"

"It's okay if it hurts." Ye Fan skillfully wrapped the bandage. "Pain is the best teacher. You'll thank it tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Lu Mingfei looked up in fear. "Still want to continue?"

Ye Fan flashed his signature provocative smile: "This is only the first night, Mingfei. We still have a full fourteen days."

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes in despair.

Before falling asleep?

His last feeling was a strange warm current flowing through the wound, causing a slight tingling sensation - that was the dragon blood repairing his body.

……

Lu Mingfei woke up because he was hungry.

A hunger he had never experienced before, as if it was about to digest the walls of his stomach, pulled him out of the darkness like a tide.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling - the light blue paint was dotted with luminous stickers of stars and moons, and it looked like the design of a children's room.

Memories gradually return.

Last night... no, it should be said that it was early this morning, he was tortured by Ye Fan on the top of the mountain until he passed out, and then was carried back to the Ye family.

He had been to this room several times, but this was his first time staying overnight. After all, he usually slept in Ye Fan's bed.

"Gu——"

A thunderous protest came from my abdomen.

Lu Mingfei curled up, his fingers unconsciously scratching the bed sheets.

This feeling of hunger was so terrible, as if someone had stuffed a ball of fire into his stomach, burning it so hard that his vision went black.

He felt as if he could eat a whole cow.

It was just dawn outside the window when Lu Mingfei struggled to reach his phone – 6:07. He was stunned.

I clearly remember that it was almost two o'clock when I passed out. How come I woke up after only four hours of sleep?

Besides feeling hungry, my body felt unusually relaxed, and the soreness from last night's training seemed to have never existed.

Just then, a scent of fragrance drifted into the room.

Meaty.

Rich but not greasy, with a light aroma of traditional Chinese medicine and a hint of... lotus root?

Lu Mingfei's salivary glands instantly went haywire. Like a puppet being pulled by strings, he sprang upright from the bed and rushed barefoot towards the door.

The moment I opened the door, the fragrance hit me like waves.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, feeling every pore open up. He stumbled towards the kitchen following the smell, almost bumping into Ye Weiwei who was setting the table.