Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei's Growth Life Simulator

"That's enough, grandpa. I saved you, and you still want to repay me with evil?"

"Haha, it's my fault, it's my fault."

The old beggar then noticed Shi Ming's non-verbal appearance and the clothes he was wearing, and quietly took back half of the food.

After all, no one with a little bit of means would be able to get used to eating this kind of thing.

But Shi Ming was one step faster than him. He snatched the food from the old man's hand and said indistinctly:

“Although it’s cold and tasteless, it somehow tastes very familiar.”

"How is that possible? This is my own craft, and I have never let anyone else taste it in my life."

The old beggar smiled as he chewed the other half, muttering:

"But you, little devil, are really fit to be a beggar."

Time transparent non: "."

Is this old man polite?

"Boss, they're here!"

Suddenly, there were exclamations and noisy footsteps.

At this time, Ming Xiaofei and the old man he just met were blocked in a dark alley.

What's even more unfortunate is that this is a dead end with no way to escape!

The beggar leader stared fiercely at the two people who had no way to escape, and couldn't help but snorted and laughed:

"Today is indeed a lucky day!"

"Boy, I'm going to pin the guy in front of me to the ground in a moment, and you try to escape while the chaos is going on."

The old beggar held a wooden stick and protected Shi Mingtou behind him.

At this moment, the old man's target was only the boss on the opposite side, nothing else.

Having been in this turbulent era for many years, he knows very well that when the enemy outnumbers us, we have to pin down one person and beat him hard!

"I can still protect you with my life."

A steady and firm voice rang into Shi Ming's ear, without any fear!

This kind of determination inexplicably made Shi Mingtou feel a sense of familiarity.

But the current situation is critical and there is no time to think too much.

Is there no other way?

Shi Mingtian pursed his lips and looked across the old man's side at the gangster who was staring at him covetously, with a golden glow like lava flowing in his eyes.

Is it the only ability I can use that is extremely physically and mentally taxing?

suddenly,

Shi Mingfei blinked.

"Uncle Purgatory, why are you here?"

"Tsk, do you think I'll be fooled?" The gangster boss showed a look of disdain. Looking at Shi Ming's face, he couldn't help licking his lips, as if he had seen a gold ingot.

"Just follow me, little brat! You are my livelihood this winter."

"What are you going to do to my nephew?"

It was a hearty voice, but it also revealed a hint of coldness.

Rengoku Makijuro, wearing a flaming haori, stood coldly behind the gangster boss, frightening him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat and shouted in fear, "Who!"

As soon as he turned around, he was faced with a fist as big as a sandbag!

boom--!

"Look, grandpa, Uncle Purgatory is very strong, he doesn't even need a knife."

At this time, Ming Tianfei stood in front of the old beggar, listening to the muffled groans and screams from the punches hitting his flesh behind him, and looked at the old man in front of him with curved eyebrows:

"Today is another lucky day."

"Ah!"

The old man looked at that face and was shocked.

In a trance, he seemed to see a young man digging a grave in the snow.

After years of wandering, with the sky as his blanket and the ground as his bed, he, a childless man, had long been prepared to be left to die in the wilderness. Who would have thought, who would have thought, that someone would actually bury him?

In a trance, this thought flashed through his mind for no reason.

The old man looked at the young man's face and burst into tears for no apparent reason:

"Yes, that's right. It's another lucky day. It's another lucky day."

Ding--!

I'll just give it a try first, I don't know how effective it will be.

Boom-!

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Chapter 28 The best birthday present ever.

It’s a warm little house with a simple living room and a small table in the middle.

The old man was restless, afraid that his dirty self would dirty this tidy living room.

He had had this experience before. Just because he accidentally touched the clothes of a wealthy family, he was chased and beaten by guards for half a street.

But in fact, the Tokito couple had already asked the old man to take a good bath and had also thoughtfully prepared clothes for him.

"Sir, please don't panic."

Mrs. Tokito smiled softly and made a cup of hot tea for the old man with red eyes and Mr. Purgatory who was resting here for a while.

"If you don't mind, can you stay here?"

As the head of the family, Mr. Shi Tou extended an invitation to the old man:

"Ming Fei seems to like you very much,"

He exchanged glances with Rengoku Makijuro, scratched the back of his head, and smiled bitterly:

“And, I’m sorry to say, this morning my wife and I were still worried about the lack of staff here and were thinking about hiring some people.

I didn’t expect Mingfei to meet you by chance today, I guess this is also a kind of fate.”

“Ah—? Ah—!”

The old beggar nodded innocently. He glanced at Shi Mingtou.

"If your family doesn't mind."

For him, having a real place to stay is better than begging and wandering outside.

What's more, for some reason, he always had an irrepressible liking for the little guy in front of him.

“That’s great.”

Mrs. Shi Tou smiled softly and nodded Shi Tou's little head:

"Actually, in addition to the staffing issue this morning, my husband and I were also worried about Xiao Mingfei's birthday."

Looking at Shi Mingfei, whose eyes were gradually widening, and the old man who seemed a little at a loss, the woman smiled sweetly:

"So it's fate that you're here, isn't it, little guy who forgot his birthday?"

"Ok!"

After the surprise, Shi Ming nodded vigorously, with thin lips and white teeth, smiling happily:

"This is the best birthday present ever, Mom!"

Suck-!

Rengoku Makijuro took a sip of tea and scratched his head in distress:

"Oh, really, I was in such a hurry to go on this mission that I didn't expect to catch Mingfei's birthday. I didn't bring any gifts."

Suddenly, his whole body trembled, and he looked at Shi Mingfei with fear and trepidation, whose eyes were shining with golden light.

"Uncle Purgatory,"

Shi Mingming rubbed his hands and looked at the orange-haired sun in front of him with excitement:

"Can you teach me how to breathe?"

"I reject!"

Rengoku Makijuro rolled his eyes and said loudly:

"You are too young."

"Huh? I heard that Kyojuro has already started relevant training!"

"Nonsense, he's two years older than you!"

"Then can you give me your knife?"

Shi Mingming smiled evilly and cast his gaze towards Rengoku Makijuro's waist, revealing his true intentions.

"Dah!"

Rengoku Makijuro shook his flaming red hair.

"This kind of thing is too early for you! How about I just owe you this birthday present?"

"Ha, uncle, why are you like this? Just count how many years you've owed!"

"Isn't it just seven years?"

"Then guess how old I am now?"

The old man sat aside, looking at the big family who were laughing happily, and inexplicably felt that his life had found a home.

Unexpectedly, he did not trick the boy into becoming a beggar, but the boy kept him here on the pretext of repaying him for the half piece of food.

"Is it Mingfei's birthday?"

The old man murmured, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

"Happy birthday, Mingfei."

A week later, the old man, wearing new clothes, put his hands behind his back and quietly called Shi Mingfei to his side.

"promise."

He handed a wooden sword to Shi Mingfei casually:

"I can't give you a real sword, but my skills are not rusty at all."

Shi Ming Toufei placed the wooden sword under the sun, raised his head and squinted his eyes, looking carefully:

The appropriate length, golden lines, smooth texture, and the faint wood fragrance all speak of the old man's care.

Is this made with the stick that the old man used at that time?

In a trance, Shi Mingfei seemed to see an old man rushing forward in the winter snow.

What he held in his hand was just a simple burning wooden stick, but he was like a general who had no regrets and was willing to sacrifice his own life!

Shi Mingfei shook his head, and his eyes, which had regained clarity, fell on the old man with his hands behind his back, but in his heart he was thinking about the pair of hands hidden behind the old man's back.

He saw it clearly at that moment just now.

The old man's hands were covered with numerous wounds.

So what skills are unfamiliar or not? This is probably the old man’s first attempt!

A little clumsy, but very thoughtful.

Shi Mingfei looked into the old man's slightly dark-rimmed eyes and smiled: