Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Sekiro

Eriyi raised two index fingers, representing the number one.

With a serious expression, she touched Lu Mingfei's raised right index finger with her left index finger. The two touched each other and became two.

Next it was Lu Mingfei's turn. He touched Eliyi's second with one, which turned into a three.

They were playing a little game to pass the time. The rules of the game were very simple. Whoever added two hands to eight first would win.

When Lu Mingfei was in elementary school, he often played this kind of little game with his classmates during recess.

Although this kind of gameplay is a bit naive for elementary school students, it is just right for Lu Mingfei and Eri Yi.

Just kidding, they play this little game mainly because it's so boring in the hovercraft.

There is no Internet here, so there is no way to surf the Internet or watch anime.

In order to avoid being exposed in this operation, Angers did not even install a GPS positioning device and relied entirely on memory for navigation.

After the initial novelty wears off, riding a hovercraft in the endless snowfield becomes a very torturous thing.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei has Hui Liyi by his side, and Anger and Chu Zihang are also people who can endure loneliness.

They had been moving forward non-stop in the hovercraft for a day and a night. Lu Mingfei and Eli Yi snuggled up and slept in the cabin. When they woke up again, the driver of the boat was changed from Angers to Chu Zihang. .

Compared to Angers' radical boating skills, Chu Zihang can be regarded as a conservative, but he is not that conservative. For ordinary people, he still belongs to the racing party.

Angers, who was sleeping with his right hand on the armrest and his chin in his palm, suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Five hours, principal." Chu Zihang glanced at the time on the dial. They set off at noon on October 18th, and it was now 5:23 pm on October 19th.

It was supposed to be evening with the sunset, but the sky in northern Siberia had already darkened.

"We should be arriving at the supply station soon." Angers glanced at the fuel meter.

There was enough food and water, and they carried compressed biscuits and bottled mineral water, enough for four people to consume for a week.

The key is fuel. There is less than one-fifth of the fuel in the tank. Although there is a barrel of spare oil left, it is not enough to support them to reach the Great Rift Valley.

"Slow down. We are going to rest at the supply station tonight. Further ahead is the real forbidden land for humans." Angers opened the ship's window, and a gust of cold air swept in.

He stuck out his head and looked at the foot of the mountain in the distance.

Under the night sky, there is a vast expanse of white. Dotted wooden houses are parked at the foot of the mountain, with thick white snow covering the roofs.

Warm firelight lit up in those small wooden houses, giving people a warm feeling in the darkness.

The hovercraft stopped in front of the signal station. A Russian man, with his scarf wrapped around his nose and his hat hanging down at his ears, walked slowly through the snow with a lantern in his hand.

He still held half a bottle of vodka in his hand, and his nose was red, as if he was drunk.

Angers chatted with the man in Russian through the car window.

He seemed to have told some joke, and the man laughed.

When the man finished laughing, he handed over a wad of banknotes. The man drank the vodka in one gulp, threw away the empty bottle, carefully put the wad of banknotes in his breast pocket, and patted it vigorously.

Feeling the heavy feeling brought by money, the man showed a satisfied smile.

"Follow him, he will take us to refuel." Angers said.

Chu Zihang nodded, followed the man, and parked the hovercraft behind the house.

The man walked into the house and led two other men carrying oil drums to refuel the hovercraft.

The four people disembarked and were assigned to two rooms, each with two beds covered with white cloth.

A warm fire burned in the fireplace, and a humming generator sat outside, powering the lights.

Dinner was a piece of roast venison and buttered pork belly each, and they were also given a bowl of vegetable soup, a can of canned yellow peaches, and a stale orange.

In a place like Russia, which is not suitable for the development of planting industry, the price of vegetables and fruits is much higher than that of meat.

What's more, in this kind of suburban supply station far away from the city, under normal circumstances, it would be great to have a can of canned fruit.

It seems that because Angers was generous, these hospitable Russians also took out their treasured fruits.

Lu Mingfei finally bit into the sliced ​​pre-dinner bread. It was really hard and dry. After taking a bite, Lu Mingfei silently soaked the bread in vegetable soup and waited until it became softer before eating.

The taste of venison cannot be said to be very delicious. The smell and fishy smell have not been removed, but the meat is tender, smooth and juicy. It is much more delicious than dry and hard bread that can be used as a hammer. Compared with the compressed biscuits Lu Mingfei ate that day , which is even more rare to whet your appetite.

Moreover, Lu Mingfei's last meal was in the morning. The compressed biscuits and water were too filling, so he didn't eat anything at noon.

You must know that the best seasoning is hunger. For a hungry person, shark's fin and abalone are not as good as filling bread.

He licked the food on the plate clean, finished the vegetable soup, pried open the canned yellow peach, and enjoyed it happily. The orange was unexpectedly sweet and juicy.

Russian food is not very exquisite, but it has enough calories. Everyone was full from this meal.

To survive in this kind of ice and snow, you must ensure that you have sufficient physical strength, otherwise just walking and your feet stuck in the snow will make you exhausted.

After the meal, the man who first led the hovercraft brought two bottles of vodka.

Don't underestimate these two bottles of wine, which are hard currency in Russia.

This country is addicted to alcohol. There is a saying that if you don't drink with others in Russia, it is like giving someone the middle finger in the United States.

Each of their supermarkets will have several walls filled with vodka, brandy, whiskey, and red wine, but wine is not cheap in this country. A bottle of the cheapest Wuhu brand vodka costs 200 rubles/500ml.

The government charges a very high consumption tax on wine, 331 rubles per liter, which means that even if the cost of a liter of wine is 30 rubles, the price will not be less than 331 rubles after it is put on the supermarket shelves.

Because the price of alcohol is too high, many of them choose to use other alcoholic products instead.

Such as body wash, antifreeze, cologne, aftershave lotion, window cleaner, car antifreeze, rose water, and even medical glue.

Especially bath liquid, which is a kind of medicinal tincture, a kind of botanical medicine obtained without distilling and removing the extract.

It contains a high concentration of alcohol, and many people buy it just to drink it. You can see a person walking out of the drugstore on the street, taking the bath liquid he just bought and pouring it into his mouth.

A bottle of branded vodka is a drink that only the middle class in Russia can afford. The poor only drink alcoholic products.

The man made a special trip to give Angers two bottles of vodka. It was obvious that he liked this generous old man very much.

Angre smiled, took the wine and walked outside the house with the man.

In such an unchanging white snowfield, as if at the end of the world, it is rare to meet an interesting man.

After eating and drinking, it would be nice to sit under the eaves, look at the icicles dyed by the bright flames of the fireplace, smoke and drink, and brag with a man you just met.

The three young people stayed in the house. Lu Mingfei found a pair of old playing cards in the drawer. It was still early anyway and it was not time to go to bed, so they just started playing Landlord at the dining table.

Outside the house, a man's generous laughter could be heard, and Angers talked to the man in fluent Russian.

Snowflakes gradually began to float in the sky, and the velvet-like snowflakes fell to the window and turned into a warm yellow color by the firelight, like pieces of exquisite jade.

Eriyi in the room was holding the cards in her hand tightly and seemed to be still analyzing the situation on the field.

Lu Mingfei asked: "Senior brother, how did you guys get here?"

"The principal and I took the flight with forged passports," Chu Zihang said.

"Brother Caesar still hasn't returned to Kassel?"

"No, the student union is considering whether to elect a new president, but no one dares to take on this responsibility because Caesar has not yet announced his abdication."

"How is Xia Mi? Are you still adapting to life in the academy?"

"She's very motivated and helped us a lot." Chu Zihang gave a fair evaluation.

"Are you very motivated?" Lu Mingfei thought of a certain Dragon King who lost miserably at the card table.

That guy was rated A-level before he entered school. Both the Student Council and the Lion Heart Club offered her an olive branch, so she chose the Lion Heart Club without hesitation.

Someone from the student union asked her why she chose the Lion Heart Club instead of us. She said that she and Chu Zihang were fellow villagers. When fellow fellows saw fellow fellows, they burst into tears. As a girl alone in a foreign country, of course it would be safer to go somewhere with acquaintances. , otherwise she would be easily deceived because she is so good-looking and simple.

The day she joined the club was a party held by the Lion Heart Club to celebrate the victory of Freedom Day. The new members of the club took commemorative photos together under the banner of the Lion Heart Club, and the cadres of the Lion Heart Club took photos with them.

Lu Mingfei especially remembered the way senior Su Qian looked at Xia Mi, as if she had murderous intent.

This is the Shura Field, and only a cold-faced Shura like Chu Zihang can withstand the Shura Field.

He didn't know how things would develop, but Lu Mingfei felt that Su Qian was more suitable for Chu Zihang. After all, Xia Mi was a dragon, and he was a dragon king who was thousands or even ten thousand years older than Chu Zihang.

Xia Mi just wanted to play with Chu Zihang's heart. She was a bad woman. Su Qian was a good woman who wholeheartedly wanted to be good to Chu Zihang.

In fact, senior Su Qian is pretty good too. She has a thin waist, long black legs and straight legs. She can cook and take care of the family.

On the battlefield, she is a top sniper. At home, she is a shy cook who prepares food and hot water for you. She only blushes for you. She is a master in the hall and in the kitchen.

Before meeting Eli Yi, this was Lu Mingfei's ideal type.

But if you think about it carefully, the so-called ideal type seems to be nonsense. When you really meet that person, you will find that you like her with short hair, you also like her with long hair, she likes to laugh, but she doesn’t. Laugh, you all like it.

Today she looked like a fairy in a small skirt, and tomorrow she changed into casual clothes and looked very cool with a ponytail.

The ideal type is just a fantasy you had before you met her. When you really fall in love with someone, your ideal type will be what she looks like.

But senior brother probably doesn't understand this, after all, he doesn't seem to have been in love, and he doesn't have a marriage certificate like him.

Sure enough, the word love is difficult to understand.

Lu Mingfei shook his head and used a pair of two to catch the pair of eight from Eryi.

Chu Zihang waved his hand to signal Lu Mingfei to continue playing cards.

Lu Mingfei exploded with a king, adding three and one to finish his hand.

Eriki looked frustrated. She was a landlord. She thought about it for a long time before playing the card, but unfortunately she still lost.

Lu Mingfei touched her head and pinched her little face, but she was still not happy and opened her arms for a hug.

Although Lu Mingfei felt a little ashamed to be looked at by his senior brother, he then thought about it. He and Eryi were legally married, and the senior brother was like a fool in this regard. Compared with shame, it was more important for his wife to be happy, so he So he hugged Eriyi generously.

Chu Zihang watched the two people flirting and silently shuffled the cards.

He glanced at the time, nine thirty-five.

It was completely dark, and there was only the sound of wind and snow outside. The principal and the man seemed to have gone to drink somewhere else. From the room opposite, there was an exciting chorus.

He thought it was almost time for him to go back to his room and rest.

It would be rude to stay in this room any longer.

"We have to get up early tomorrow morning, so let's stop playing here today."

He put the folded playing cards back into the box.

"Okay, then, senior brother, good night." Lu Mingfei waved.

"Good night, senior brother." Hui Liyi in Lu Mingfei's arms also waved goodbye.

"Good night." Chu Zihang opened the door and walked out, turning on the light in the other room next door.

After washing briefly, he turned off the light and lay on the bed by the window.

Somehow, when he closed his eyes, he would think of Xia Mi's face.

During those seven days, because of the railroad workers' strike, he and Xia Mi shared a room in a Chicago hotel.

Xia Mi took him out and asked him to accompany him to the amusement park.

Chu Zihang thought that he had nothing to do, so he might as well give Xia Mi entrance tutoring at this time.

He did his homework and taught Xia Mi about dragons on the Ferris wheel, but Xia Mi suddenly rolled a poster from the amusement park into a stick and hit him on the head.

He asked Xia Mi what he was doing. Xia Mi said, I am treating you. Don’t you often dream about a girl who can’t remember her face? Believe me, your mental illness will get better tonight. .

When she said this, she gritted her little tiger teeth and waved the poster in her hand viciously, which was hit by Chu Zihang's forehead.

Maybe it worked and he almost forgot about the girl after that.

But a month passed, and recently, he dreamed of that girl again. This time he saw her face clearly, and it was clearly Xia Mi wearing various clothes.

He suspected that this was because he was bleeding too many times, which caused memory problems.

After all, violent blood is a forbidden technique. If used too often, it will have an impact on the body.

This must be the case, otherwise he couldn't explain why he felt familiar with Xia Mi.

It seems like she has been by your side often for so many years.

Thanks to "Book Friends 20211008215727873" for the 200-point reward, "Bei Huiyi" and "YHY Lu Mingfei" for the 100-point reward