Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Sekiro

This child might be his ancestor, gentle and refined, like a famous literary figure like Su Shi. The Lu family must have been a scholarly family. Thinking of this, his expression immediately became serious, and he stood upright to one side, treating himself as a page, helping the master who was writing to grind ink and brush paper.

His ancestors are answering his questions! When he goes back home for winter break, he must carefully look through the family tree and burn plenty of paper money for his ancestors. He must burn a complete set of paper money for them, including villas, BMWs, and smartphones. If his ancestors don't come to help answer the questions, he really will have to go back to the factory to screw in screws and become a mobile phone quality inspector at FSK.

The music played continuously throughout the 3E exam, which lasted for a total of 3 hours.

While other students were still doodling on their desks, the little boy, who seemed to be Lu Mingfei's ancestor, had already put down his pen, rolled up the white paper covered with ink-wash style drawings, and carefully put the pen cap on the pen tip.

With a quick hop of his short legs, he jumped off the bench and straightened his slightly disheveled clothes and sleeves.

He clasped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Lu Mingfei, his demeanor extremely courteous, like a subject bowing to a king.

Another voice rang in my ears. It was a deep, powerful, cold, and murderous voice. You could tell at a glance that it belonged to a ruthless killing god like Bai Qi.

"The so-called fate of the outcasts is to cross the wasteland, raise the battle flag once more, and return to their homeland. Death is not frightening; it is merely a long slumber. Before I can devour this world, it is better to sleep peacefully than to trek alone. We will awaken again."

“Brother, death is truly heartbreaking, like being sealed in a black box, forever and ever, pitch black... like groping in the dark, but your outstretched hand can never touch anything…”

The boy bent his waist even lower, bowed his head deeply, and his already thin figure became hunched. His legs bent, and he even knelt on the ground, kowtowing to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly went over to help the little boy up.

His hand touched the boy's shoulder and gently lifted him up, trying to lift his thin body, but the boy was more stubborn than he expected, his trembling body remaining motionless.

He was afraid, afraid of being lifted up by Lu Mingfei, or perhaps he was pleading, begging Lu Mingfei not to lift him up...

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth to speak, but then suddenly, sunlight shone on his face.

The first thing you see is a white camellia blooming in a rough porcelain vase. Through that flower, a child in white is writing with an ink brush, stroke by stroke.

"Perhaps I will die? But, Constantine, do not be afraid." The chilling voice held a gentle undertone.

"I'm not afraid. I'm with my brother, so I'm not afraid..." the child said earnestly.

In an instant, a raging fire devoured the sunlight, children hanging from high poles became sacrifices, countless people roared in the flames-ravaged city, charred human figures ran, and a huge shadow let out a heart-wrenching wail. The flames devoured everything, and crimson lava and molten iron gushed out like fountains, engulfing everything.

Lu Mingfei's clothes were almost on fire, as if he had broken through a scorching membrane and returned to reality from the burning city.

He was sweating profusely from the extreme heat.

The students in the classroom were still performing performance art. Bradley leaned against the desk, crying and shouting, "Mom! Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

A cold gaze fell upon me; it was Zero's gaze, his icy blue eyes reflecting the light of the white wall lamp.

She glanced at it only once before bending down to write her answer sheet.

Lu Mingfei looked at his exam desk. The white paper was rolled up, the black pen was placed neatly on the table, and the exam paper was spread out. A landscape painting in the style of ink wash was reflected on the paper. The painting technique was like that of a master of traditional Chinese painting.

Chapter Seventy-Three Ronald Don

Old Tang slept until noon.

This house is in a very bad location, it doesn't get any sun, and clothes can only be dried in the shade after washing. It's okay in the summer, but during the plum rain season in spring, sometimes the more you try to dry it, the wetter it gets, and slippery moss grows on it.

The only advantage of this house is that the rent is cheap, which is perfect for a poor person like him.

Old Tang took out his phone, glanced at the time, 12:34, sat up in bed, picked up a 2.5L bottle of mineral water from the bedside and drank it down his throat. Without even brushing his teeth, he took out a cherry blossom mochi from the paper bag and chewed it slowly.

He sat up on the bed and stared blankly for a while, then got out of bed, washed his face with cold water, sat in front of the computer, and opened the Hunter website.

He idly browsed the mission logs, and before he knew it, he had been a hunter for quite some time.

Ronald Don doesn't know who his biological parents are. He was adopted, dropped out of high school, and made a living by doing these secret missions so that he wouldn't become a homeless person.

A boring life has no goals; just living is everything.

Games are a good thing; he improves his stats in the virtual world, commands his minions, and defeats one opponent after another.

Sometimes he would go to the Chinatown to play cards. The mahjong parlor was next to the coffee shop, with electric mahjong machines. You could have a cup of tea for an afternoon for just 50 cents. However, he only played hand mahjong, so if he won, he could pay less when he had to pay for the game.

The hunter's world is full of danger. Old Tang has been in close combat many times. There are many unknown creatures in this world. The most dangerous time was when he encountered a "zombie" from a classic zombie movie. Fortunately, he was lucky and walked into a clay house covered with talismans. Otherwise, he would probably have two more bloody holes in his neck and would have been walking around in the clothes of a Qing Dynasty official.

He would only take on tasks to earn money if he was absolutely forced to do so and had no money for food.

He only dares to take on gold-hunting missions with low risk, and he always ignores things like gang warfare and recruiting Syrian gun mercenaries.

He has an innate sixth sense that is very accurate. He can tell where there might be traps and where the right path is. In the darkness, he seems to be able to see hidden maps and ancient mechanisms. Even if he tries to figure things out by himself, he can still get through the level with good luck.

Thanks to his extraordinary luck and unlucky streak, his mission completion rate is quite high.

This was the first time he had managed to snag a delivery mission. The other party was looking for people on a hunter website, which meant that their people were being closely monitored, and only outsiders had a chance to escape the surveillance.

The delivery mission can be difficult or simple. As long as you don't get caught, it's a pleasant trip to Chicago. Otherwise, it will turn into a thrilling escape.

Old Tang was confident that as long as the idiot who put the documents in wasn't targeted, he could pull off a perfect disguise.

The employer sent him the document delivery location and time yesterday. As long as the document is delivered by tomorrow afternoon, he can take the ten thousand US dollars and fly away to have fun with Finger and Lu Mingfei.

University life must be wonderful, I wonder what it's like to live in a dormitory and chat with your roommates.

Old Tang grinned and gave a smile to himself in the mirror. He hadn't done anything to groom himself; he was only wearing a white vest, his hair was a mess, and his chin was covered in stubble.

If he wore a tattered overcoat and carried a half-empty green beer bottle, pedestrians would walk around him on the street.

The best disguise is no disguise at all.

He picked out a wrinkled old black overcoat from the bench, draped it over his shoulders, and patted his old phone and nearly empty wallet.

The employer was quite understanding and even paid him for the train ticket.

Fully prepared and filled with anticipation, he headed to Brook Street to search for the secret documents.

...

In the examination hall, many people were wailing and howling, while some people's sorrow turned into clear water, flowing from their eyes, like Bradley next to me.

A tanned man knelt down beside a desk in a standard Hindu posture and said, "Is that so? Yes, I understand everything now."

They would run around and mess around for a while, then go back to their seats to answer questions. Someone's test paper fell to the ground. He forcefully carved the metal nib of his pen into the wooden table, using the nib to carve animal patterns on the wood.

Lu Mingfei asked Fingel what it felt like to see a vision for the first time.

"It's like a hole was opened in my forehead, and someone poured water into it. The space became like it was made of countless threads, and these threads suddenly burst out, piercing through time. At the end of time, there was a woman crying. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt very sad, and I cried too. Naturally, I wrote down the answer."

Lu Mingfei was the same; he must have been possessed by a deity just now, otherwise he couldn't have painted such a beautiful and elegant picture.

Was the boy bowing to him?

He felt it wasn't; it was more like a projection of the past, of his ancestors kneeling before a revered emperor.

Strangely enough, even though it was a fine-lined pen, there were blurry ink marks on the paper, as if it had been heated by fire.

Word magic, is this his word magic?

Dragons' language possesses the power of rules, capable of redefining the rules of the world within a given space, and most hybrid species can awaken the power of words.

Perhaps his power of words is fire!

In action-packed anime, those who wield fire are all powerful characters, either protagonists or important supporting characters like the Four Heavenly Kings. Human civilization originated from fire and tools, so fire has a very special meaning.

Flame patterns ignited on the blade of the Kusabi Maru, and the extreme heat turned the red flames into an icy blue. If it were a strange fire that emitted a chill, that would be even cooler!

Fight against evil dragons, and become a Flame Haze warrior wielding fire!

If he were to draw manga, he could definitely turn "Shakugan no Shana" into a comedy manga.

So far, Lu Mingfei has never seen any so-called dragons. In that snowy area, he did see "black snakes" that looked like the bone dragon mount from World of Warcraft.

Lu Mingze said that the "black snake" was their pet, and perhaps dragons were not so scary after all, but rather companions with whom they could communicate.

Thinking of "Black Snake," Lu Mingfei looked at Zero in the front corner once again.

She was still engrossed in drawing, and it seemed she hadn't finished answering the questions yet.

The cameras are in the four corners, but these are just the ones that are visible; there are many more hidden miniature cameras.

Professor Manstein said that everyone could talk or chat freely. Lu Mingfei scratched his head, put the test paper and pen in his pocket, and ran to the front row to watch the ice sculpture girl draw.

He tried to remain quiet; the classroom was already noisy enough, and it would be very impolite for him to make any more noise.

Zero was holding the little bear in his arms. Lu Mingfei had seen the little bear in the bread box before; I think its name was Zorro.

It's normal for a little girl to have a teddy bear, and he also received a handgun as a gift.

Ling drew with blue pen lines. On the drawing paper was a group of sled dogs, surrounding her and Zorro the bear, as well as the sculpted face of a little boy that looked like something out of a romance manga.

The big face took up half the space on the paper, and all the other drawings had to make way for it.

Chapter Seventy-Four Answers

Lu Mingfei waited quietly for the girl to finish the questions. He didn't know if she had finished, because everyone else was either going crazy or doodling with their pens, while he stood aside as if nothing was wrong.

That big face had well-defined features; it was the face of a handsome man, and he was probably Asian.

Finally, Ling capped the pen and looked over, staring at Lu Mingfei expressionlessly.

Lu Mingfei felt that the girl wasn't looking at him, but rather looking at someone else through him.

"Hello," Lu Mingfei greeted.

"Hello," Zero replied.

The two stared at each other, unsure how to continue the conversation.

Talking to pretty girls is stressful. When he sees a beautiful cosplayer online, Lu Mingfei can boldly say in the comments that she is his wife. But when he sees her in person, he only dares to glance at her from afar and then politely ask for a photo.

The atmosphere was awkward. Ling remained silent, and Lu Mingfei didn't know what to say.

Everything has to start. When elementary school Chinese teachers lead students in reading a text, they always read the first sentence first and then say "Ready, set, go" so that the students can read on in unison.

"Your little bear is very cute," Lu Mingfei said, forcing himself to speak.

"Thank you." Zero patted the little bear's head.

The air seemed to freeze again.

Chinese people tend to be very tactful when chatting. If you need a friend to do something for you, you must invite them out for a meal, reminisce about the past, and drink. Only when the atmosphere is right will you say, "Brother, I need your help with something."

But this approach is clearly not effective for quiet girls.

"Do you know that port in the snow?" Lu Mingfei took a deep breath.

"I understand." Zero nodded.

"..."