Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 1 Return from Sekiro

Xianfeng Temple, ancestral hall.

"Goodbye, everyone—"

Bian Ruoqingzi's hair was wrapped in a white scarf, and she stood in front of the candlelight in the ancestral hall with her palms folded.

She is the only Bian Ruozi who has grown up, and the others are all packed in the bottles and cans in front of her.

"I have to go to cut off our cause and effect. The journey must be very long." She turned around: "Even so, are you willing to go with me?"

"Yes." Lu Mingfei, half kneeling on the ground, nodded.

His eyes are deep, his left arm has long been replaced with a ninja prosthetic hand, and his clothes are also ninja costumes.

"Thank you, dragon ninja." Bian Ruozi stretched out his hand with a smile, and helped Lu Mingfei up from the ground, "Master Jiulang is also very happy."

"There are persimmons here." Lu Mingfei took out the package from his arms and uncovered the cloth strips one by one.

"Wow~" Bian Ruozi let out a voice of surprise, although her eyes could not see, there was warmth in her palm.

Every time Mr. Ninja came to see her, he would bring fresh persimmons. Really, he is a very gentle person.

"Eat."

"Yes!" Bian Ruozi replied, "Persimmons taste delicious no matter whether they are in good spirits or not. It's so precious."

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"!!!" Lu Mingfei woke up from the bench!

There was the whirring of the air-conditioning fan and a regular snoring sound.

With a glowing screen in front of him, a hot old IBM laptop is hard at work.

This game has just started, he chose Zerg, and the beating brood seems to be urging him to produce engineers and upgrade the base.

However, he was in no mood to continue the game.

"Are those... all dreams?" He looked at his intact left hand, feeling the pulse and the flow of blood, but the familiar ninja prosthetic hand went nowhere.

切掉游戏打开系统时间，2009年5月9号15:53，他隐隐约约想起了什么。

Yes, he was killing time, waiting for the always off-white girl in the baseball cap to light up.

That seemed like a memory from a long, long time ago.

Whether he played 5 rounds or 6 rounds, he has forgotten, anyway, none of them won.

I sat on the stool and recalled it for a long time, until the game interface popped up from the XP system interface again.

"Brother, why are you not moving?" A message was sent from the chat window: "Scared???"

Twelve human cruisers surrounded the first-level brood with densely packed machine gunners, just like a group of strong men who plotted against the law led a cheering younger brother to surround a cute and pitiful little girl to the corner, and then with a stern face He said viciously: You scream, even if you break your throat, no one will answer.

"Actually, your awareness is really good. Don't be so discouraged. You are only short of micromanagement. Your tactical awareness is very good." A message came from the chat window.

"It means you met me, otherwise you wouldn't lose 5 games in a row."

Through the screen, I could imagine the guy's beaming and triumphant expression.

He didn't reply, just habitually stretched his right hand toward his waist.

The cold touch came from the palm of his hand, and his heart immediately became cold as well.

His face is reflected on the smooth knife surface, messy short black hair, green and immature side face, this is him at the age of 18, but his eyes reveal the vicissitudes of "I have killed thousands of people" and chill.

When Xie Wan was holding it in his hand, he seemed like a lonely knight who had obtained a peerless sword and a peerless secret book, standing alone on the peak and stepping on the white mist, letting the wind blow his clothes and hair.

But he is not a knight, but a ninja.

The chivalrous man is handsome and unrestrained. When he saves the robbed young lady from the bandits, he will only leave a sentence elegantly: "I don't change my name when I sit, and I don't change my surname when I stand. I am Dugu Lu Mingfei."

Then step on the right foot with the left foot and fly away.

And if a ninja doesn't have chakra, he can only silently use shuriken and tachi to kill enemies for his master, clean up everything before danger comes, and retreat into the shadows.

Lu Mingfei will never forget the first time he saw Jiulang, such a young child, locked in a dilapidated pavilion.

The thin hand handed you the knife, healed your wound with the potion in the gourd, and said a lot of things you couldn't understand, the only thing you could understand was that he wanted you to take him away.

After staying in the wet and cold waterway for several days, the wounds on his body were stinging and inflamed, his hands and feet were weak, and even walking was painful.

After finally climbing out, he would be hacked to death with a sword, and then the cycle would repeat.

Just when he was about to despair, he met Kuro.

He wanted to escape from this hell with Kuro, who was prettier than a little girl.

At that time, Lu Mingfei didn't understand how difficult this agreement was, he just smiled and patted Jiulang's head, saying in his native language, no problem, big brother will definitely save you out.

In order to achieve this agreement, he crawled out from the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Time and time again, Long Yin endowed him with the power of immortality, which allowed him to be resurrected continuously. Even if his head was cut off, his hands and feet were crushed, and his torso was pierced, he could still be reborn from the sitting ghost Buddha in a complete posture .

When he was cut at first, he would still yell, begging the enemy to spare his life under the severe pain, but even if his throat was hoarse, the samurai with the sword would not Will mercilessly stab the tip of the knife into his chest.

Yes, you don't even understand each other's languages, even if you kneel down and wipe your snot and tears on his trouser legs, is there any reason for him to let you go?
The moment he realized this truth, he never cried again.

He hid his gentle and cowardly heart, leaving only the cold blade to the enemy.

He went through untold hardships, sneaked into Weiming Castle, and rescued Kuro from Genichiro's imprisonment.

He entered the Xianfeng Temple and obtained the Undead Slash, which can cut off the undead.

He beheaded Yinglong and took out the tears of Yinglong from the dragon's eyes.

Mi Niang ate two snake persimmons in order to become the cradle of Longyin's power.

She was blind in both eyes, her body became icy cold, and even the rice that passed through her fingertips became like fine snow.

People or monsters such as Chigui, Genichiro, and Lady Die have all died under his knife.

Jiulang was lodged in Mi Niang's body, and just as he was about to embark on a journey with Mi Niang to return the power of Long Yin, suddenly, he came back again, to the house of his uncle and aunt, who was with his cousin Lu Mingze. s room.

If it weren't for the wedge pill in his hand to prove the existence of those bonds, he might fall into the abyss of self-doubt.

"Kuro Miniang"

Staring at Qie Wan, there is unfinished work in his heart.

But this is just an ordinary small county town. He is a third-year high school student who is about to graduate soon, and he hasn't even decided where to go yet.

"A box of discounted milk in bags, half a catty of Cantonese sausage, and the new issue of "Novel Painting" that Narusawa wants. Come back quickly after buying, and pick the celery on the table for me! And go to the reception room to have a look Have you recorded letters from the United States! Still playing games? You don’t care about your own affairs at all. If no one admits you, can you pass the exam? What’s the use of spending so much money on you?” Aunt’s The sound rang like thunder from the next door.

Suddenly, it was like waking up from a big dream.

(End of this chapter)