"Actually, if you think about it, during the thousands of years of confrontation between the Secret Party and the Dragon Kings, how many times have the Secret Party killed the Dragon King and captured the dragon bones?" Lu Mingfei said: "But since I entered school, the Secret Party has been attacking the Dragon Kings.

I succeeded many times on the battlefield, and every time, I was there."

He took a sip of his beer and said, "Although it sounds like bragging, really, I did all the things the academy said."

The crow stayed for a long time, and his eyes finally came to life again, and it seemed that he could turn his head again.

He raised his head and poured the glass of wine that Lu Mingfei filled for him into his stomach, "According to you, you are the most amazing hero in the secret party, but the secret party wants you to die?"

"It might be more appropriate to say that it is a weapon. Monsters are raised and used to kill other monsters." Lu Mingfei said: "Honestly, I don't know what my true identity is. Maybe I am really a Dragon King? So do you.

You know, there were dragon kings before who didn’t even know that they were dragon kings.”

"So you're not on the run all over the world, you came to Japan to find out the truth?" Crow stared into his eyes.

"If you die and don't know who you are, how should you write on your tombstone?" Lu Mingfei smiled indifferently.

During this period, Wu Yao glanced at Gu Chen and found that he seemed to be not listening to anything, but also seemed to know everything, that kind of indifferent.

"Would it be useful for you to investigate Herzog?" he asked.

"I have a strange feeling that Herzog should know me. This is not the first time we met in Tokyo." Lu Mingfei said slowly: "But I can't remember when I met him.

Intersected."

He has met the king and Masamune Tachibana, and these two people share the same face - Herzog.

In the bottom of his heart, there was always a trace of doubt, that strange and inexplicable fear like meeting an old friend again.

Crow thought for a long time, and finally divided the remaining wine in the bottle between himself and Lu Mingfei, "Okay, I'll help you!"

The two clinked their glasses and drank it all.

Gu Chen put the grilled fish into a bowl and quickly peeled off the snow-like fish meat, which was tender and fragrant.

…

When they walked out of the robatayaki shop, the three of them were stunned for a moment.

When we entered the store, there was still a drizzle in the night sky. After a meal of wine, it seemed like winter had entered outside, and the roofs and roads were completely white.

It's clearly early summer, how could there be snow?

Lu Mingfei lowered his head, kicked the thin layer of snow, and then understood.

That's not snow but hail. In summer, when the temperature is high and the humidity is high, the warm and humid air quickly rises and cools, and it turns into hail.

It's just that these hailstones are so small that it gives the illusion of snowfall.

People who had just come out from the shop for drinking showed expressions of surprise when they saw this scene. Girls in fashionable clothes screamed with joy and jumped onto the hail-strewn path, with their smooth and slender legs exposed under their billowing short skirts.

leg.

The boys followed, holding their hands so they wouldn't fall, and people hugged in the fake snow.

Gu Chen folded his arms and kicked the snow with his toes as if bored, the hem of his shirt fluttering in the wind.

The crow whistled loudly, earning displeased stares from the boys who were having fun. After feeling that this guy might be a member of the Yakuza, the boys hurriedly pulled the girls away.

"It's really good to be alive." Crow looked at their backs and laughed, "There are girls with long legs and thin waists. No matter what, don't give up easily, Mr. Lu."

"Yeah." Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Even if you are going to die, you can't give up easily." Crow let out a long breath, "You can't be shot to death on the way to escape. You have to fight back, you have to die in a dignified way, and you have to have your name on the tombstone."

Lu Mingfei looked at him in surprise, but nodded in response.

"Every man should walk the path of his youth again before he dies." Crow, or Zuo Bolongzhi, looked at the city in the vast snow, and his eyes that were clouded by alcohol suddenly became clear.

"That will be the most meaningful funeral."

"You are like an old general on the stage." Gu Chen loosened his collar, "Let's go, the snow is heavy and the road is slippery."

"That's not snow." Lu Mingfei followed his footsteps and tried to popularize the knowledge.

"I know." Gu Chen stopped his tirade.

"I have to talk to you carefully." Lu Mingfei persisted.

Crow looked at their backs, recalled what Gu Chen had just said, smiled and shook his head.

…

In the darkness, Nono suddenly opened his eyes.

She sat in the dark, holding her knees with her hands, taking deep breaths and trying to calm down.

After being on the run for a month, her sleep became very light, and the slightest abnormal noise would wake her up.

But this time I woke up not because of any strange noise, but because of a very strange dream.

She also had dreams on the way to escape. Sometimes she was running wildly in a small alley filled with thick fog, footsteps approaching from behind, and a familiar yet unfamiliar figure could be seen silently at the end of the alley. Sometimes she dreamed that she was still there.

There were classes at the Kassel Academy or the Golden Iris Academy, and the years were quiet and nothing happened.

Those dreams can all be explained, but tonight's dream was very strange. She dreamed that she was wearing the costume of a Japanese witch, holding a candle in her hand, walking along the winding path and walking into the shrine in the snow.

There were large groups of people standing on both sides of the road. Those people were wearing black clothes and were silent.

It looks like a solemn ceremony or a funeral. Is it because I live in a shrine that I have such strange dreams?

There was slight snoring not far away, and Chu Zihang was sleeping soundly.

Nono climbed out of bed quietly, put on a windproof coat, opened the door, wanted to go out for some air, and then was shocked.

The moist cold wind blows in my face, snow falls all over the sky, and the whole world is white.

Unreasonable joy surged into her heart. Nono put on the feather fabric prepared by the shrine, stepped on her clogs, and walked into the courtyard. There was fresh snow on the stone road, and the clogs left a series of marks.

The priests were probably asleep, and not a single soul could be seen in the courtyard. Oil lamps were lit in the stone lanterns beside the road, and every few steps there was a warm light.

Nuonuo walked leisurely, looking at the vast snow, and finally relaxed completely.

After being on the run for such a long time, she was always nervous. Even when she arrived at this shrine, she kept a submachine gun loaded with bullets next to her pillow.

But it's snowing tonight.

The heavy snow seemed to have a special magic power that could completely isolate this silent mountain shrine from the outside world. At this moment, she didn't think about whether a pursuer would suddenly fall from the sky. She just wanted to take a walk in this shrine.

Stop, like a girl visiting Japan.

Although there was no one anywhere, there was light everywhere in the shrine, there was light in the sesame oil lamp in front of the Buddha, and there was fire in the stove in the kitchen... She walked under the eaves, which was her favorite way to travel.

Stop and go alone, stop when you see a place you want to stop, order a glass of wine or a drink, and sit quietly all afternoon.

There is no timetable and no clear destination, like fish in the sea and birds in the sky.

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