Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the New Three Kingdoms

Chapter 178 somethingfornothing

viaduct.

The wind swept across the bridge, dragging the raindrops into diagonal lines that lashed against the viaduct with a dense, crackling sound, as if the entire bridge was being hammered layer by layer.

The sky seemed to hang low.

Dark clouds rolled along the city's outline, their edges gleaming but their interiors as black as ink. Occasionally, a flash of lightning would appear within the clouds, followed by a muffled rumble of thunder from afar.

Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered seeing online that some people liked to listen to the sound of rain to fall asleep, so he took out his phone, intending to record it...

The classic has no signal.

The bridge surface was eerily empty.

There were no headlights, no horn.

It's rush hour now, but there's no traffic.

The road surface was wet and shiny, and the water pooled in the grooves, forming thin streams that were blown away by the wind and dispersed into mist, spreading over the entire viaduct.

The road signs in the distance were blurred in the rain. Although Lu Mingfei could see them, it was meaningless, as the elevated road signs displayed on them did not exist at all.

It's quite subtle; I suspect it's Nibelungen again.

Beneath the bridge lies the shadow of the city.

The lights of the buildings were thinned by the rain, turning into blurry patches of light that made one wonder if jumping down would allow them to escape.

There was a strong smell of moisture in the air.

Mixed with the damp, fishy smell of raindrops from the asphalt road.

There was also a very faint metallic smell, which Lu Mingfei couldn't quite put his finger on, giving the impression that a car had been scrapped here for a long time.

He stood in the middle of the bridge, his clothes fluttering in the wind, rain dripping from his hair, making him look like some kind of male ghost.

Meanwhile, a troubling question was swirling in his mind: "Why didn't I bring an umbrella? Why?"

As for why I'm here, I don't really have any ideas.

Teleportation, that's what the divine will does most often.

Lu Mingfei transformed the Hate Sky into the shape of a halberd and stood there for several seconds, but nothing happened.

"I can't just destroy this place to get out, can I? It was the same last time, but this is infrastructure, and it doesn't feel quite right... I've got it."

Lu Mingfei suddenly thought of someone, a magical person, someone who seemed omnipotent.

A person with whom he had a very good relationship, a soulmate who didn't ask to be born on the same day, month, and year, but only wished to die on the same day, month, and year.

Lu Mingfei spoke.

"two"

The world fell silent instantly; the sound of rain was taken away.

The wind seemed to be frozen in a certain moment, and the swirling mist remained suspended in mid-air.

The raindrops hung there densely, like a transparent beaded curtain, slanted above the bridge surface, and even the trajectory of their original impact was clearly visible.

Even the lightning bolt that was about to light up in the distant clouds seemed to be choked, with only a faint white line remaining in the depths of the dark clouds.

Time was paused.

Lu Mingfei secretly continued to stack the Hate Heaven Sword Technique.

Although the numbers are generous, it's only because he uses this method too often.

Each time this method is used, the hatred and power it generates in a person's heart will be increased compared to the previous use.

It's somewhat like a classic growth-oriented cultivation technique, like the Burning Technique.

When he first learned this method, he was filled with boundless hatred, which was quite outrageous.

The second time he tried to activate it under normal circumstances, the increased power was not as great as the Ten Thousand Grains Nourishing Battle Technique.

But now it's pure genius, for example, so genius that Lu Mingfei can sense things instantly.

Lu Mingze.

He was dressed in an aristocratic evening suit, looking like a little adult attending a school ball, his bow tie impeccably neat.

His classic look was something he rarely saw the other person sport, even though the other person simply rarely appeared in public.

Lu Mingze looked at Lu Mingfei, who had turned around and was looking at him.

He had that familiar smile on his face, a smile that made you want to curse but couldn't.

"My dear brother, you only call on me when you need something. Isn't that a bit too opportunistic?"

Seeing his good second brother speak like that, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

However, his current emotional state was somewhat delicate, so he could only speak urgently.

"Next time, next time, I'm not in the mood for chatting right now—what did you do?"

Lu Mingfei's tone suddenly changed because he sensed that his Heaven-Hating Sword Technique had been shut down.

No!!! He painstakingly accumulated those numbers!!!

Although it had only been folded for a short while, it was folded under the influence of immense hatred!

Lu Mingfei looked at Lu Mingze, who was expressionless at the moment.

Give me one reason not to hang you up and spank you.

Unfortunately, Lu Mingze didn't respond well to pressure; he just looked at him with... gentle... gentle eyes that were tinged with heartache?

It's inexplicable, like...

...the same look in Yuan Shu's eyes when he gave him the letter and told him to go find Yuan Shao.

"Using this kind of thing too often will make you mentally unstable. Haven't you noticed that even in normal times, the emotions you express when you speak are off?"

Lu Mingze simply looked at Lu Mingfei and spoke calmly, but Lu Mingfei inexplicably felt suppressed, and he frowned in thought.

"Is there?"

I don't think so. When he was in Twisted Three Kingdoms, he basically didn't take pressure. Whenever there was a fight, he would start attacking right away.

I never intended to use the Heaven-Hating Sword Technique as a final combat skill.

Many times, the trash talk would start even before the actual battle, while people were sitting in the camp, and it would continue until the battle began.

It's incredibly gloomy.

However, in the later stages of his career, the resentment accumulated too much, and perhaps due to his age and the presence of children, he became somewhat unwilling to continue.

But even so, we didn't feel any change in his temperament, and the people around him didn't think there was anything wrong with his condition.

It's just that his children always think he... Oh, Lu Mingze placed his hand on Lu Mingfei's heart, and Lu Mingfei could feel a warm sensation coming from it.

"We are connected by souls; our hearts are linked by a chain. If you die, I die; if you suffer, I suffer."

His words were filled with a deep, condensed, and seemingly unyielding sorrow.

"Oh... I'm really sorry about that. By the way, could you go back to that slightly cheeky, goofy look from before? I'm not used to you being like this now."

Lu Mingfei immediately apologized sincerely and bowed to Lu Mingze, making his head level with Lu Mingze's height.

The apology in his words wasn't that profound.

This amused Lu Mingze.

"Have you forgotten the first time we met? I've always been like this. The way you're uncomfortable with me is me, and the way you're comfortable with me is also me. It just depends on my current state."

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

He suddenly remembered that day at the train station, when the ridiculously bright moonlight shone on the other person, and the child's eyes held a loneliness and sorrow that seemed to have existed for thousands of years.

"But don't worry about it too much. I came here because I have something good for you."

Although Lu Mingze had not returned to his previous lively self, he was no longer as sad as before. Seeing that he was in a good mood, Lu Mingfei asked with some curiosity.

"What good thing is it? Could it be the Qinggang Sword?"

"Um...it's not a physical item, remember the map exploration from before?"

Lu Mingfei nodded, and Lu Mingze seemed quite satisfied with his cooperative attitude, and continued to speak.

"Similar to this, I call it something for nothing."