Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

At noon, Lu Mingfei had a meal with his uncle and took Han Ye with him.

If he was living away from home during this period, it would not be appropriate to say that he had run away from home. The day after he and Jiude Mai had settled on a house in Laojing Lane, Lu Mingfei wanted to call his uncle's house.

Unfortunately, he stared at the phone screen for a long time and couldn't remember the specific number.

But there was Norma. This artificial intelligence directly found her uncle’s landline and called her. Listening to the beeping sound and waiting for the answer, Lu Mingfei prepared multiple plans. No matter whether it was his uncle, aunt or uncle who answered the phone, he He can deal with his fat cousin calmly and calmly.

When I think of my fat cousin, I think of the little devil. They both have the same name.

But now that he thinks about the person who lives in the same room as his uncle, Lu Mingfei can't connect him with the words Lu Mingze.

The impression has been fixed.

Lu Mingze, these three words should be accompanied by the fragrance of roses and roses. He should be independent under the lonely moon on a silent night. The whole world must bow respectfully to him, and that boy will stand quietly outside the world. He looked on with cold eyes, wearing a meticulous black suit and white gloves, solemnly as if he was ready to go to a funeral at any time.

Whose funeral is it?

Maybe, it's this world.

This is Lu Mingze.

Therefore, in Lu Mingfei's current impression, the fat cousin is the fat cousin. When it comes to Lu Mingze, he must be the little devil who can hate his brother with his gentle smile.

Unfortunately, the call to my uncle's house still didn't go through.

But you can't leave without saying a word, it would be too rude.

So Lu Mingfei sent a letter to his uncle's house and asked Norma to arrange for it to be delivered.

Didn't the principal of the legendary dragon slayer say that Norma could solve all the trivial matters in his life?

Sure enough, Norma was Norma. Within half an hour, someone came to pick up the package, and this guy was very reliable at first glance.

After another half hour, Norma sent the message that the letter had been delivered, and also attached a beautiful photo of her uncle's family of three and a muscular, bald man who was 1.9 meters tall.

Look how happy uncle and aunt are smiling.

Well, you ask who is that strong man?

Of course he is a courier who delivers letters. From what Norma said, he seems to be a school janitor in Kassel.

As the ancients said, people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured.

Although this brother has a burly body and a strong temperament, and there seems to be calluses on the tiger's mouth, he looks like he is an expert with firearms all year round.

Don't preemptively think that this person is a dangerous violent person.

too naive!

So sloppy!

Too arbitrary!

He’s retired, okay!

Besides, such a school worker who is proficient in pistols, thrusters, and submachine guns, has mastered cutting-edge skills such as hand-to-hand combat and the key points of the US Army's 09 version of land mine deployment, and has a brilliant record of killing three terrorists alone is responsible for transporting letters.

What else is there to worry about?

To put it bluntly, even if the bearded men from the Middle East came with tanks and rocket launchers to snatch Lu Mingfei’s letters, our outstanding and dedicated school janitors could use standard tactical actions to avoid bullets and call for rescue at the same time. He used the rock mass to hide on the spot and used his life and body to protect the safety of the letter.

What! It's not enough for you to say it's just a letter!

Haha, so naive!

I don’t even think about whose letter this is!

That is the letter from Mr. Yama, the only S-class personnel in Kassel!

Maybe it contains the top secrets about dragons and hybrids?

Even a word spread is subversive and blasphemous to the mixed race world!

The school janitor fully understood the sacred mission entrusted to him by the organization, so he rushed to his uncle's community by running twelve red lights in just half an hour with the attitude of escorting the nuclear bomb to send the code.

It was an unforgettable scene.

Uncle dared to use his few hairs to guarantee it.

At that time, they were still finishing their meal, chatting about the campus life of the fat cousin who was like the hero of a youth idol drama. Mainly the fat cousin was talking, the aunt smiled and praised, and the uncle ate in silence.

Then they came.

A, um, that thing is an explosion-proof car.

Occasionally, you can see cars protected by armed policemen in front of banks.

Wait, what are those at the back?

Why is it still shining?

Oh, it's a police car.

The uncle, aunt and fat cousin lying at the window looked confused.

Somehow, they had a vague premonition.

Why did the explosion-proof vehicle at the beginning enter our community?

We stopped downstairs.

Who the hell is that guy with a savage face coming out of there? Is he a bank robber?

Wait, why did he go upstairs?

The three uncles took a deep breath.

They seemed to be able to hear the thumping of footsteps.

The distance is getting closer.

Just within earshot.

Then, the door rang.

The three people trembled at the same time.

The fat cousin quickly ran behind his aunt with agility that didn't suit his size.

Auntie used amazing strength to pull uncle to her.

All of the above is accomplished in the blink of an eye.

By the time the uncle reacted, the transformation of the three of them had ended.

If Lu Mingfei was here at this time, he would have to dub his uncle.

"I'll form the head!"

Look, what perfect nonsense!

It's a pity, I think my uncle probably can't laugh at this moment.

Seriously, he just wanted to cry.

The door is still ringing.

The guy outside knows how to knock on the door, so polite.

Uncle thought.

He took a deep breath, mentally constructed himself repeatedly, and considered the feasibility of going into the kitchen to get a kitchen knife.

But what the hell, the door frame wall is gathering dust!

Lu Mingfei definitely had to say something again.

"It's not you who knocked on the door, hero. To be more precise, it's called demolition."

But again, uncle just wanted to cry.

With a loud noise, the door opened.

And it was very thorough, and the whole thing was down.

The three uncles stared, opened their mouths, and remained motionless.

Mr. Robber stroked his bald head and quickly scanned the room with his murderous eyes.

After confirming that there were only three of them, his uncle, he exhaled and put on a decent smile like the lady at the bank window.

"I'm sorry, I thought there was an accident at your home and I had to take necessary measures."

Uncle really wants to say something.

"No, no, you're welcome. What is an accident? You are the biggest accident, okay?"

But unfortunately, the uncle with weak legs obviously couldn't say it.

"Come on, let's hurry up."

Mr. Robber came in.

"The police from your country are still behind. I can't keep them waiting."

The fat cousin was already crying.

Listen, listen, these are just human words!

You also know there are police behind you!

Why are you rushing to make a vote before you die so that you can be reincarnated?

As the three uncles made frightening explanations, Mr. Thug neatly reached into his arms and pulled out...

My life is at an end!

Oh no, that's not a gun.

The three uncles blinked.

It seems... a letter.

Look, there's still writing on the envelope.

"To my dear uncle."

The three of them looked at each other with expressions like "I haven't woken up yet" or "I must not have woken up yet".

But they finally sat down at the table and opened the letter under the watchers of Mr. Robber and Thug who claimed to be a Kassel school janitor and more than a dozen policemen.

The content was very simple. Lu Mingfei talked about his current situation. He rented a house to study hard, had money, and could take good care of himself. He hoped that his uncle and aunt wouldn't worry.

Don’t worry, don’t worry, how dare we worry, hahaha!

The three uncles read the letter three times, front and back, with a posture comparable to that of a fanatic looking at the Bible or a middle school student reading classics.