Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Dimensional Gate

A white bolt of lightning swept across Lu Mingfei's head, made a turn, and returned to Zhang Chulan's hand.

"Huh?" Zhang Chulan stared blankly at Lu Mingfei, who had suddenly appeared and then begged for mercy at lightning speed.

No, what are you here for?

Zhang Chulan pondered Lu Mingfei's identity.

The only person who could find this place was Lü Liang from Quanxing, but only the Quanxing group dared to make a move under the nose of Naer Dutong Company. Other "orthodox" groups might not have bothered to make a move, or they might have been concerned about the company's reputation.

Qi... no, the old farmer's cultivation was interrupted, but judging from the other party's condition, he should be a normal person who stumbled in by accident.

But normal people can't possibly break into this place.

He picked up his phone and dialed Xu Si's number.

"Fourth Brother, an ordinary person suddenly came to the villa and interrupted my cultivation. Do you think we can deal with this?"

"You're scared out of your wits by just an ordinary person? Look at you, such a coward!"

"I'll send someone to handle it right away."

Lu Mingfei squatted on the ground and found that no one was bothering him for a long time. When he looked up, he saw Zhang Chulan preparing to call people to deal with him.

"Great hero, spare my life! I'm very obedient. Please don't send someone to deal with me. I didn't see anything, I don't know anything. Please, great hero, have mercy and let me go."

Zhang Chulan never expected that someone could do something he couldn't.

Such a cowardly person wouldn't be looked down upon by any prestigious sect, let alone the Quanxing Sect.

He covered his face and gave a bitter smile.

A clear, crisp female voice rang out from the doorway, speaking in fluent Sichuan dialect.

"What happened? What needs to be done?"

The girl at the door was simply dressed in loose clothes, her hair was messy, and her eyes, which were as black as lacquer, were somewhat empty. She held an entrenching tool in her hand, which still had traces of fresh soil on it.

Feng Baobao looked down at Lu Mingfei, who was holding his head at her feet.

"It's him who needs to deal with it."

Lu Mingfei looked up when he heard the pleasant voice and saw Feng Baobao's face without any makeup. She looked much prettier than Chen Wenwen.

"Greetings, heroine."

however.

Feng Baobao responded to Lu Mingfei by raising an entrenching tool. Its dark color blocked the sunlight, casting a shadow on Lu Mingfei's face and a speck of dirt on his body.

"Sister Bao'er!"

Zhang Chulan stopped Feng Baobao from attacking Lu Mingfei.

......

Lu Mingfei sat obediently on the mattress.

"Name?"

"Lu Mingfei".

"age?"

"I just turned eighteen today."

"Gender... Oh, I'm used to it."

Under the combined "interrogation" of Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, Lu Mingfei almost revealed how he used to pull rubber bands out of his underwear as a child and make a slingshot to shoot at his neighbor's windows.

Whether it's having a crush on Chen Wenwen, pretending to be a girl online to deceive Fatty Lu Mingze, or being saved by Nuonuo and secretly liking Nuonuo.

None of these things escaped Zhang Chulan's questioning, nor did they escape Feng Baobao's intimidating presence wielding her entrenching tool.

"I've told you everything, sir, can you spare my life?"

Zhang Chulan carefully recalled everything Lu Mingfei had said.

"Your current time is 2009, and your birth year is 1991."

Lu Mingfei nodded obediently.

"Good heavens, how did someone from six years ago end up here?"

Feng Baobao looked at Lu Mingfei as if she had seen a rare species. She squatted down next to him and carefully observed him. She picked up the sausage and bag of milk from Lu Mingfei's hand, and finally picked up "Novel Illustration".

I stared at the bagged milk for a while, then tore open the packaging and tasted it.

"Sister Bao'er, don't eat things you don't recognize."

Zhang Chulan snatched the bag of milk from Feng Baobao's hand.

"The production date on it says it expires in 2010, but it's 2015 now. He said he came from 2009, and I wanted to try it to see if it's expired."

"What? Six years ago? In 2015?"

Lu Mingfei jumped up.

"broken!"

After all this time, I wonder if Chen Wenwen has become a wife.

Could Nono already have a child?

and many more......

How could I have such a thought?

That door allowed me to leap through six years and arrive at the present moment.

I don't know if the current timeline is the original world, or if this is the world six years in the future.

I don't know if I'll ever be able to go back.

However, being born in 91, I was in my early twenties in 2015, but still considered eighteen.

Zhang Chulan watched Lu Mingfei's panicked actions.

"No need to look anymore, the discounted milk isn't expired, and the taste is so-so." Feng Baobao, still speaking pure Sichuan dialect, put down the entrenching tool in her hand.

He continued, "Lu Mingfei is just a simp, a loser, a left-behind child, not an extraordinary person."

"However, I have never seen any left-behind child whose parents are so rich that they would send their child to live with stingy relatives."

Lu Mingfei didn't detect any malice in Feng Baobao's tone; it was as if she were talking about a trivial matter.

He blushed and tacitly acknowledged the truth of what Feng Baobao said.

"Hero, heroine, when will you let me go? I still want to find my family."

Zhang Chulan rested his chin on his hand and pondered:

"That's probably not easy."

"Your Kassel College should be an American organization of superhumans, an organization with special abilities, and the entire Regent Hotel interview was a setup, a setup specifically set up for you."

"In 09, you sent gifts and set up a trap. Such a grand gesture, all for one person. You are an S-level expert. Your identity is not simple."

"As for that Nuonuo, who is Chen Motong, she is also someone who set up a scheme."

In Zhang Chulan's eyes, Lu Mingfei was just a spineless sycophant who was being manipulated without even realizing it.

Without external help, it would be absolutely unable to stand up, and would be completely posed no threat.

However, the Kassel College gave it an extremely high S-level rating, so it must have something extraordinary about it and we need to be careful.

Lu Mingfei sat on the mattress, looking at the somewhat dazed Feng Baobao and the calm and collected Zhang Chulan who was deep in thought.

Although I didn't enter the real world Nono mentioned, I arrived in the "real world" of another timeline.

Lu Mingfei spotted the blind spot and conjured a palm lightning bolt; he was definitely an Outcast.

"An American organization of Inhumans? Are you Inhumans too?"

Chapter 2 You're Dead, Lu Mingfei. (Please read on and add to your favorites!)

"Are you members of a domestic organization of supernatural beings?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Could you help me find my parents? I haven't seen them for many years."

"I can...I can..."

Lu Mingfei then realized that he had come to this timeline six years in the future all alone, and he was still unsure if it was his own world.

The only things that came with him were Lu Mingze's favorite novel, "Illustrated Novels," the bagged milk his aunt wanted (but Feng Baobao drank several bags), and Cantonese sausages (two of which Feng Baobao also ate).

There was nothing of value at all.

At that moment, he felt as if he had returned to a few years ago, walking into a store and leaning on the counter, watching his favorite toys standing quietly behind the glass. Other children were begging their parents to take the toys behind the glass away, but when he looked at his aunt, he was met with a cold face and a stern rebuke.

The feeling of being so close yet forever out of reach constantly haunted him.

Even after growing up, when I use the pocket money I've painstakingly saved to buy something I've been eagerly anticipating for years, although I feel gratified and happy after receiving it, I no longer feel the excitement, the urgency, or the joy I did years ago.

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth. Anyway, he was just a worthless person. Wherever he was, he was just a weight that dragged down the average. Wherever he fell, he would lie down there.

Foreign organizations of supernatural beings, domestic organizations of supernatural beings—they're all organizations of supernatural beings, joining either one is the same.

“I can work for you, as long as you find my parents.”

Zhang Chulan chuckled awkwardly.

“You are a member of the American Inhumans organization, and we will not act against your personal will.”

Feng Baobao chewed on a Cantonese sausage and said:

"Parents don't raise him... chew chew... relatives abuse him... chew chew... he's just a pitiful little brat... chew chew."

“Pitiful?” Zhang Chulan slowly savored the word.

Their gazes returned to Lu Mingfei, who looked naive, yet his颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it conveys a sense of decadence, listlessness, and apathy) aura was impossible to conceal.

"I think it's pathetic."

"Are you planning to hand me over to the American superhuman organization?" Lu Mingfei asked, sensing from their tone that they had no intention of helping him.

"This matter involves supernatural organizations between countries, and it's very complicated. We can't handle it. You can only wait for us to report it and wait for the higher-ups to deal with your matter."