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The whirring sound of the hair dryer made the room seem quiet. After drying her hair, Eiry sat on the bed and wrapped herself in a quilt, and insisted that Lu Mingfei get under the quilt as well.

"By the way, what song were you singing by the river just now?"

"Hitori, get started." Eri only showed her little face and blinked as she said, "In Chinese, it means 'get used to being alone'."

"Good to hear."

"But I can't sing or talk." Eri raised a finger to her lips, "They're all dead."

Lu Mingfei knew that she meant that everyone who heard her singing was dead.

Eri's bloodline probably began to spiral out of control when she was about ten years old, and Herzog immediately put her in a cage like a canary.

She hasn't sung since she was ten.

"Not anymore, you're completely cured." He touched Eri's face, and Eri rubbed her cheek gently against the man's palm.

“Can you sing it again?”

"Do you like listening to it?"

"Yeah, Eri's voice is very nice."

Eiry tilted her head and looked up at Lu Mingfei. Her face was bathed in the soft moonlight that seeped through the window screen. There was a faint light in her pupils, and her long eyelashes were thick and woven, and when they trembled slightly, they looked like black bird feathers.

The wind outside the window made the leaves rustle. The darkness of the night and the autumn wind from the river seemed like a natural barrier that separated every group of people in this world. A lonely light was on in every window pane of the gray and gray-black old buildings in the community.

"Okay." Eri said.

The room was so quiet that the only sound was the girl's singing. Lu Mingfei placed a large geography book on his knees and closed his eyes, listening to everything around him.

He thought it would be better if this lasted longer...

"I heard your voice on the street corner"

"I feel like I'm back home"

"Let the winter rain hit me"

"I'm searching for the sound of your footsteps"

"You forgot me on the street corner"

……

"The tune is like the long journey of life." Lu Mingfei did not open his eyes.

He used to like Teresa Teng very much and had listened to the songs she sang.

"It's the Chinese version of 'Used to Loneliness'. Nakajima Miyuki is the godmother of the Japanese music industry. Many songs in your country borrowed her tunes." Eri said with her eyes lowered.

Lu Mingfei was surprised to realize that Eri had actually been exposed to the outside world for such a long time, so long that she even knew the long road of life and the music industry.

He slowly opened his eyes and froze.

The quilt had been lifted, and the naked girl was crawling towards him slowly using her hands and feet like a kitten.

The girl's body was as beautiful as a painting, graceful and slender, yet as soft as a baby.

Lu Mingfei turned his face away, not looking at Eri's body or her eyes, and fumbled to pull the quilt over to cover that beautiful body.

Eiry let out a light laugh, kicked the quilt away, and held Lu Mingfei's face with her hands so that it faced towards her.

The girl squinted her eyes slightly, and through the slits of her eyes one could see her pupils flickering with a faint light, hazy and ignorant, clearly like a child, yet so charming, so charming that Lu Mingfei's heart beat wildly.

"Sister Xia Mi told me about what you did in the room. I also checked it online." Eri rubbed Lu Mingfei's cheek with her cheek. "I can also do the same thing as Sakura. The Internet says that couples should do those things..."

She opened her dark red eyes wide, and her clear pupils reflected Lu Mingfei's eyes.

Lu Mingfei's breathing became rapid.

He thought that maybe Eri had misunderstood something, and he thought that Xia Mi was not because of this kind of thing, but...

Before he could reply, Eri had completely nestled in his arms. The girl's body fragrance was cool and faint, like sandalwood blooming in winter.

He sniffed the scent of Eiry's hair, his heartbeat faster and faster, and suddenly Lu Mingfei's body froze.

Because a slender and soft hand reached in along the waist and grasped the hilt of the sharp blade that had not been unsheathed for a long time.

"Sakura thinks Eri is a child, so she doesn't want to be with Eri..." Eri suddenly sealed Lu Mingfei's lips, and the strong girl's fragrance hit his face.

A sweet and sticky humming sound came from Eri's nose, and under the dim light, the girl's pupils were hazy with a hint of confusion.

Lu Mingfei finally couldn't help himself. He groped and grasped the graceful spring mountain with one hand, and gently stroked Eri's slender and smooth waist with the other hand.

He and Eri's eyes met, and his gaze was so hot that it almost melted the girl.

"I'm a grown-up girl, Sakura, don't worry... I, I can do it..." Eri whispered after their lips parted. She was still timid, but she also wanted Sakura to stop missing Sister Xia Mi so much.

Missing someone is very painful. She has been missing him for eleven years and knows how it feels.

At this moment, facing those burning eyes, Eri blushed and her earlobes turned slightly pink.

Lu Mingfei panted and slowly hugged Eri, feeling the tenderness of the girl's skin with every inch of his body.

He suddenly felt the girl in his arms trembling, and his heart suddenly turned cold.

Chapter 359 Lu Mingfei VS Yuan Zhisheng

Lu Mingfei was stunned. He didn't understand why the combination of him and Ling was so eye-catching, but Yuan Zhisheng asked a question like "Are you from the academy?" with a cold face and perhaps even a little smug in his heart.

Then he suddenly remembered that the elephant tortoise was actually a big idiot. In a sense, this guy was a combination of Caesar and Chu Zihang, integrating all the characteristics of an Italian nobleman and a Chinese cool guy, and then he was created to be a... murderer with a middle school syndrome.

He might really not recognize Lu Mingfei in disguise. As for Ling, who came to Tokyo with the second group, Yuan Zhisheng probably didn't pay too much attention to her.

As the director of the Executive Bureau and the acting patriarch of the Sheqi Eight Families, Yuan Zhisheng is extremely busy. Apart from paying attention to a few specific people, he ignores everyone else.

Of course, the incident of being slapped unconscious by the girl named Xia Mi at the top of the Keishinji Mountain of Genji Heavy Industries did leave a huge psychological trauma on Genji Chisei, but until now he still believes that it was just a failure caused by his momentary underestimation of the enemy.

"Put down your weapons and give up resistance. You will be imprisoned, but you will be able to return home safely in the end..." It seems that there is no Yuan Zhinv among the people in the village who are exchanging fire with them, let alone a dangerous king general like a real dragon. How could Yuan Zhisheng be able to persuade Lu Mingfei to surrender so blatantly in the open space of the village.

Although this guy was asking Lu Mingfei to give up resistance and surrender his gun, he didn't look like he was going to disarm at all. Both the Boy's Cutting Sword and the Spider Cutting Sword were unsheathed, but were held tightly against his waist by two swords with distinct tendons.

Behind Yuan Zhisheng in the wind and snow stood a slender girl. Her temperament was like a knife, so sharp that it could cut through the snow curtain.

While the surrender work was going on here, the battle between the Eight Snake Families and the Ghost Clan showed no signs of stopping. The elite troops of the Execution Bureau were advancing one by one along the abandoned buildings on the street. A series of muffled sounds from automatic rifles and submachine guns equipped with silencers fired bullets echoed in the empty mountains.

Lu Mingfei's hands hung naturally, and he exerted a little strength on his body, but he showed a completely defenseless posture.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Yuan Zhisheng who was approaching him. His hearing was suddenly maximized. He could hear the rustling sound of snowflakes falling on the red tiles, the deliberately suppressed hound-like footsteps from all directions, and the sound of wind blowing the treetops.

Zero leaned against the corner of the broken wall, his slender body resting on one knee on the snow, crouching in the shadow of the building next to him.

Lu Mingfei's drooping fingers trembled slightly and tapped on the seam of his trousers. Ling nodded and disappeared silently behind the wall.

That was Morse code. Lu Mingfei and Ling both scored full marks in the intelligence class, so they were of course very familiar with Morse code, a method used by agents to transmit information.

It's strange to say, there were obviously not many precedents of carrying out missions together before, but President Lu and the princess actually had a tacit understanding. Lu Mingfei wanted her to investigate in the village, and Ling really went to investigate.

The crow's father, Kengo Saeki, might be in this village. After all, he is an old man. No matter how mighty he was when he was young, at this age he would have become shriveled and his body functions would have deteriorated significantly due to calcium loss.

It is difficult to guarantee that he will not be killed by hypothermia due to the temperature in the mountains or by a stray bullet.

Silently, Lu Mingfei's heart rate soared, his blood was activated, and power flowed through his blood vessels as if being pumped out from his heart. His body temperature began to rise slowly.

The dragon bone state is at the point of activation. With just a thought, all the bones in his body will explode and move.

In just a few seconds, Lu Mingfei transformed from a harmless lynx into a restrained mountain tiger.

Because he heard a light whistling in the wind and snow, like the sound of a South American hummingbird's wings cutting through the air as it soared among the flower beds against the strong wind and flickered at a frame rate beyond what the human eye could capture.

It is densely packed and everywhere.

The corner of his eye glanced at him imperceptibly, and one cold glimmer after another passed through his eyes.

They were butterfly-like blades with extremely sharp edges, smeared with dangerous neurotoxins. Just a little bit of it was enough to make an elite executive unit that had been on the battlefield for a long time lose its combat capability in an instant.

Those murderous silver butterflies fell from the sky, spinning and merging with the falling snow. Lu Mingfei's breathing gradually became heavy, and under his skin covered by his coat, he felt a piercing pain, as if ten thousand needles were piercing his body.

It was a sign of a second blood burst, and the hard scales were eager to break through the skin and bloom like flowers on the host's body.

Ying's words were of the Yin style, and the snowy day was her home turf. Hundreds of butterfly blades were spinning around Lu Mingfei in an unseen corner. These beautiful butterflies were trembling slightly in the wind and snow, as if they would take turns cutting Lu Mingfei's body if he made the slightest move out of line.

Ninjas in the ancient Warring States Period used Yin-Ryu to control shurikens and darts, and one person could sneak into a heavily guarded mansion and assassinate a daimyo who possessed extraordinary martial arts. Today, Sakura is as good as those predecessors who risked their lives in ninjutsu, and her mastery and understanding of the Yin-Ryu is several times or even dozens of times better.

There are few people in the world who can fight against Sakura who controls hundreds of butterfly blades forged from high-strength alloy by the Ganliu Research Institute in the strong wind.

Lu Mingfei knew that there were a few Word Spirits that could do this, but unfortunately, in essence, he was a useless person who had no Word Spirits at all.

Now there is only one way to prevent his arteries from being cut by Sakura's blade, and that is to cover his skin with a layer of scales that even bullets can hardly penetrate.

Yuan Zhisheng waved his hand and shouted back the two executive bureau commissioners who were approaching Lu Mingfei with long knives in their hands. His eyes were narrow and sharp, his head was slightly lowered, and the shadow of his forehead was faintly shining with golden light.

The two men remained defenseless until they were only three meters away from each other, but Yuan Zhisheng and Lu Mingfei's muscles were tense, like two cheetahs meeting on a narrow road.

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly raised his head and looked directly into Lu Mingfei's eyes, his hands still holding the long sword at his waist, the expression on his face as cold as a harsh winter.

Lu Mingfei smiled and looked back at Yuan Zhisheng in a pretended humble and gentle manner, but the handle of the lustful knife had already slid through his sleeve into his palm.

A faster metabolism is inevitably accompanied by a higher heart rate. At such a close distance, Lu Mingfei and Yuan Zhisheng could hear each other's heartbeat at the same time.

Like the dead souls on the ancient battlefield beating drums!

Yuan Zhisheng was stared at by the man's dark eyes and felt like he was facing the abyss.

The bones all over his body were crackling, and his dragon bone state was activated in the most unparalleled and violent manner. The snow all over the sky fell on his body with a rustling sound, and immediately melted into water and evaporated into white steam!

There was no more redundant narration, and Yuan Zhisheng let out a long sigh.

"You should take her away from Japan. You can go anywhere, China, America, South Korea. She likes you so much anyway. She will go wherever you say..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Yuan Zhisheng's tense body had already leaped up like an ancient beast. As he moved, his raging heartbeat, blood pressure, huge doses of adrenaline and the golden eyes that represented supreme authority in the world of dragons all displayed unscrupulously!

The fierce wind pressure wrapped in waves of snow dust blew towards him, and Lu Mingfei's bones cracked. He could feel his heart beating so vigorously, and the power flowed in his blood vessels like a river. He just tightened his abdomen and sent out with his clenched left fist in the snow dust.

Lu Mingfei was sure that his fist had hit a certain part of Yuan Zhisheng. With the dragon bone state and the blessing of violent blood, his bones were harder than steel and bronze, but Yuan Zhisheng's bones were equally indestructible.

After the first collision, a violent wave of air was stirred up, and the blizzard and white dust were all swept away, but no one could see each other. They could only hear the whistling of sharp blades cutting through the strong wind in the air!

The sound of tinkling came from every inch of Lu Mingfei's skin. Ying was like Yuan Zhisheng's shadow. When he drew his sword, she also drew her sword. The butterfly blade on the upper handle was held up by the airflow and rotated to cut Lu Mingfei's body.

But as the man's muscles rippled like water, the fine iron scales had already torn through his skin, covering his entire body with hot blood!

Yuan Zhisheng recognized him as expected, but he was still like a dormant tiger, waiting for his prey to let down its guard.

The rolling snow dust was swept away and fell down. After Lu Mingfei retracted his fist, he pressed Lust on his waist.