Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 41 A Gentle Person (seeking tickets)
Metal buzzing, it was Chu Zihang's long knife shaking violently.

Although the fighting had ceased, the huge force it suffered caused the long knife made of jade steel to vibrate, like a piece of steel spring being pulled.

The force on Caesar's knife was too great, and Chu Zihang was using the vibration to eliminate the huge force. He looked at his knife and said, "Compared with 'Dicketto', 'Cunyu' is still a bit weaker. Not as good."

"So, don't you plan to reveal your cards?" Caesar pounced again.

The hunting knife "Dick Tudor" is strong and strong in his hands, while Chu Zihang's "Cun Yu" is like a ghost blending into the air, always flashing suddenly, making deadly slashes, every time he is intercepted , it immediately withdrew, and once again turned into a nearly invisible virtual light at high speed.

"Great! It's great!" Professor Guderian captured all the wonderful shots, but the battery of his mobile phone has dropped to the red point. He only hopes that this broken mobile phone can last a little longer. If he didn't take pictures of his baby Lu Mingfei intercepted and killed Kaiser and Chu Zihang, he will live in regret all his life.

The old professor licked his dry lips and continued to take pictures.

The desperate struggle between the two sides was like a dance performance. After the smoke cleared, one could only tell who was who by the color of the combat uniform.

A vague black figure, a vague crimson figure, the lingering smoke spread out in the center of the square of the office building, a huge arena, the black shadow of Diktodo, and the strong sunlight reflected by the village rain, mixed together and could not be disassembled.

Chu Zihang's village rain buzzing in the air became more and more intense, mixed with Caesar's roar, the murderous aura was thick and viscous.

"Dick Tuido? Murasame?" Lu Mingfei outlined the shapes of these two knives in the dark.

One is a straight pocket knife, and the other is a slightly curved Japanese sword.

"Dictator" means "dictator" in ancient Rome, and "Murasame" is a legendary demon sword, which appears in many animations and games.

It is said that the famous Japanese sword "Muramasa" will automatically become the demon sword "Murasame" after killing [-] people.

Of these two men, one is a dictator from Rome?One is a ronin swordsman from Japan?
Lu Mingfei guessed in his heart that with the dragons, the demon sword, the Roman emperor, and the devil fruit became less unacceptable.

He weighed the baseball bat in his hand, thinking that the quality of this plastic bat should not be enough to compete with those two famous knives, so there are only two ways.

One is to use this stick to knock the sap on the one who is still standing when the two people fight to the point of losing both.

Two, it is to take that "village rain".

His wedge ball is a Japanese sword, without the sword in his hand, he always feels insecure.

Lu Mingfei has seen a lot of deaths, but he is still soft-hearted after all. It cannot be said that he is numb after getting used to seeing them. On the contrary, this makes him cherish life even more, whether it is his own or someone else's. The terrorists with narcotic bombs killed them, just stunned them, and waited for the law to sanction these sinners.

He didn't know why these people didn't use live ammunition. He could tell at a glance that those who fell to the ground were not dead because he could see the red ninja dots near the necks of those guys.

Corpses can't be executed, only living people can, and that's why he keeps them.

He is a gentle person. From the beginning to the end, he has not lost that tenderness, but occasionally hides his tenderness.

However, Lu Mingfei has not forgotten that there is a sniper, the sniper who killed Fushan Masashi, even if it is a narcotic bomb, it is enough to be fatal under the violent impact of the sniper rifle. That guy fired two shots at Fushan Masashi Lu Mingfei couldn't see Masashi Toyama's neck hidden in the grass, so he couldn't tell if he was alive, but thinking about it, his survival rate was extremely low, almost zero.

It may not be very good to say that, but Lu Mingfei is very confident in his own judgment, he knows better than anyone in this world what kind of injury is fatal.

He still thinks that these people are terrorists, and the use of anesthesia bombs is just because they want to catch them alive, not because they have any compassion.

Masashi Toyama, a master of history from the University of Tokyo, a Ph.D. in materials science, and a psychology teacher at Kassel College, is a very humorous person. Lu Mingfei still remembers him joking with himself, comparing his right hand to a pistol.

But such a living Japanese doctor, who could jump, jump, eat, drink, and do everything, just died in front of his eyes. He would never move again, and he would never tell jokes again.

Lu Mingfei seemed to have returned to the day when his left hand was cut off, and he watched Kenichiro Ashina take Kuro away, and a deep sense of powerlessness filled his heart again.

He has died many times, it is a terrible thing, death locks a person into a cage that will never have light, the gentle wind and sunshine, the barbecue sprinkled with cumin and chopped green onion, and the good anime, these are no longer the same as You have nothing to do.

Like sinking into the sea in winter, everything is submerged in the cold and salty sea water, and every death is so painful.

Slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea in endless suffocation, his hands and feet were cold, and he could only see darkness when he opened his eyes. Before being revived by Long Yin's power, Lu Mingfei would always come to a boundless dark cage.

He walks in darkness, and the light belongs to others.

He must admit that for a moment, he wanted to discuss history with Dr. Masashi Toyama, sitting on an ancient bench in the library, flipping through precious documents, scholar Lu Mingfei, another path.

But now, this road has been cut off.

It is a matter of course to pay for one's life by killing one's life, and to pay one's debts, which is applicable in any situation.

It has to be, someone has to pay the price.

That's all he can do.
With a faint sigh, Sekiro opened his eyes at this moment.

Professor Guderian, who was hiding in the narrow passage, suddenly trembled, as if some terrible monster had awakened. He had the illusion of being stabbed by needles all over his body, and he almost couldn't even hold his cell phone firmly.

At this time, someone suddenly patted Professor Guderian on the shoulder. He was shocked and threw the phone out. The bright screen flickered a few times, then suddenly went out, and the phone was out of battery.

He uses the real-time video recording mode, and it will be automatically saved wherever it is recorded. As long as the memory card is not broken, he can extract the recorded video at any time, but the battle is not over yet, how can there be no recording equipment?

He rushed out like a puppy eating mud, picked up the phone, pressed the power button with trembling wrinkled fingers, but there was no response at all.

"Professor? What are you doing?"

A female voice came from behind through the mask. Professor Guderian was familiar with this voice.

"Nonuo! Is that you?" The professor turned his head and shouted.

"It's me, Professor, you also participate in Freedom Day?" Nuonuo, who was wearing a red combat uniform, took off his mask, his dark red hair tied into a ponytail was a bit messy, and the four-leaf clover earrings were dangling around his ears.

Obviously, she was the last remaining girl on Caesar's side, and as the last "stab in the back", she sneaked around from behind.

She didn't expect to meet an old professor with gray hair and reading glasses here.

There are a lot of "corpses" on display here. She thought there would be a man-eating lion hiding here, but she didn't expect it to be an old man with no fighting power.

"What's the matter with these corpses?" Nuonuo asked suspiciously.

"Forget about this! Have you brought your mobile phone!" Professor Guderian held Nuonuo's hands, his eyes full of anxiety.

"I do bring it," Nuonuo said as he took out a pure white iPhone with a four-leaf clover pendant and a bottle of limited edition AERIN perfume inlaid with diamonds from a green combat bag.

"Great!" the professor said excitedly: "Turn on the camera, we must record this historic moment! I will give you extra points in the final exam, you are my goddess of luck!"

"But I didn't choose your class."

Nuonuo muttered softly, her mobile phone had been snatched away by Professor Guderian who was as excited as a Teddy in heat.

(End of this chapter)