Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei who repeatedly returns from the game

Chapter 175 Let me tell you, those two women are no good.

Having decided on the next steps, Lu Mingfei directly opened the Anywhere Door, packed up the human traffickers who were tied up like dumplings, along with Gu Nan, and sent them back to the Qin Dynasty's Wu'an Jun Mansion.

There are professional interrogators there; their methods may be old-fashioned, but they are absolutely effective.

With Gu Nan and Xia Mi personally overseeing things, and two powerful figures watching over them, even if this group of people go berserk after waking up and try to fight desperately, they probably won't be able to cause any trouble.

As for Erii, arranging things for her is a bit of a headache for Lu Mingfei.

His original intention was for her to go to the Wu'an Jun residence with Xia Mi, and the two of them had a good time together all day.

But the girl didn't seem interested; she just held up a small sign that read: "I want to go out and play, but I don't have much time left outside."

Our team leader, Lu, doesn't like hearing that.

What does it mean to "not have much time to spend outside"?

Just kidding! (Raising tone)

"Let me put it this way, Erii,"

He turned to face the quiet girl with eyes as clear as rubies, his tone carrying an almost arrogant confidence.

"No one can force you to go back unless you want to."

He paused, meeting Erii's focused gaze, his voice low but resolute:

"Even if the Dragon King comes, it won't work!"

As he said this, the confident glow of "I'll hold the sky up if it falls" was almost overflowing from his face. Even though it was a dimly lit dock, he seemed to be surrounded by a halo.

This completely fooled Erii, who was listening to his boasting. Her eyes instantly lit up, like two stars that had been ignited.

She excitedly waved a small sign around Lu Mingfei; it was covered in writing:

[Xiao Lu is awesome! Xiao Lu is the coolest! Xiao Lu is number one in the world! He'll flatten the Dragon King!]

Lu Mingfei: "..."

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

really!

It was a mistake to let her spend the day with Gu Nan and Xia Mi.

Look at this well-behaved child! In such a short time, he's already been led astray by those two "top female followers"!

Their minds are filled with "fighting and killing" and "blind worship"!

Misleading people!

This is absolutely misleading and harmful to young people!

No, we can't let things go on like this anymore.

Next, it is necessary for Teacher Lu to personally take over and teach by example to properly correct this child's distorted aesthetics and values!

Let those negative examples see what true teaching and nurturing really means!

"Eri-i."

Lu Mingfei put on what he considered his gentlest, most teacher-like smile, bent down slightly, looked the girl in the eye, pointed to himself with one finger, and spoke in a soft tone as if coaxing a child.

"My name is Lu Mingfei. You must remember these three characters. It's Lu, Ming, Fei."

Erii was very obedient. She nodded vigorously and then carefully wrote the three Chinese characters "Lu Mingfei" on the small board, stroke by stroke, as neatly as if she had practiced calligraphy.

Lu Mingfei nodded in satisfaction, and, seizing the opportunity, lowered his voice and spoke in a tone as if imparting the "truths of life":

"And then, you need to remember those two tall, thin women who looked like they could fight..."

He glanced in the direction where Gu Nan and Xia Mi had disappeared.

"They're all scheming and no good! Only we are upright gentlemen, you know? You should learn good things from us, not from them, don't learn those fighting and weird things..."

While giving him "earnest instruction," he led Erii and Zero, who was quietly following beside him, slowly onto the path leading away from the dock.

His fallacies and heresies drifted away with the night wind, and the three figures gradually blended into the shadows of the dimly lit streets, leaving only the tireless waves crashing against the shore rocks behind them, producing a monotonous and eternal sound of breaking waves.

……

A street corner that is still bustling with people.

Although it was well past midnight, some areas in central Tokyo seemed to be just waking up, with crowds still bustling about.

Along the streets, colorful neon lights and electronic billboards compete for attention, creating a dazzling and surreal atmosphere at night.

As Lu Mingfei's gaze swept across the bulletin board on the street, he also saw a few printed missing person notices. The girl in the photo, wearing a kimono and with a solemn expression, vaguely resembled the person next to him.

Emmm...

Lu Mingfei touched his nose, pretending not to see it.

Erii at this moment is no longer the classical and solemn kimono player in the missing person notice.

She changed into a white blouse with lantern sleeves, and wore a preppy-style tulip-strap mini skirt over it. Her smooth, fair thighs were exposed to the chilly early spring night breeze, but she seemed completely oblivious to the cold.

She wore a pair of trendy deerskin-colored knee-high boots, and her whole outfit was fashionable with a touch of sweet and cool "spicy girl" style, which created a unique attraction with her innocent face.

This outfit was actually Xia Mi's "secret stash." The two were of similar height, and it fit them fairly well. However, Erii seemed a little uncomfortable with this slightly tight style, and would subtly adjust the buttons on her shirt at the chest from time to time.

It was stretched slightly taut there, outlining the curves of a young girl just beginning to mature.

Ling and Lu Mingfei walked beside her, one on the left and one on the right, like two silent and reliable guards.

Erii, on the other hand, was like an elf who was truly stepping into the human world for the first time. She was full of curiosity about everything, constantly pointing at the flashing signs, peculiar shop windows, and fragrant food stalls on the roadside, expressing her questions with her eyes or small gestures.

When pointing to the left, Lu Mingfei would stumble and explain in his broken, oddly accented Japanese.

Pointing to the right, Zero will give the answer in the most concise and textbook-like terms, precise but lacking in warmth.

The image of the three walking side by side, under the warm streetlights at midnight, strangely evoked the feeling of a "family of three" taking a nighttime stroll.

If we ignore the fact that two of the "parents" are too young and have a delicate relationship.

I don't know how long I walked, passing through several bustling streets and alleys, before the surrounding noise gradually faded away and the voices of people became sparse.

They returned to the relatively quiet neighborhood where the old hut was located.

Erii, who had been holding up a small sign and asking all sorts of questions with excitement in her eyes, seemed to be getting tired. Her movements gradually slowed down, and she became quiet.

"I'm a little hungry,"

Lu Mingfei rubbed his stomach, turned to look at Ling, and asked casually, "Ling, would you like to eat something before going back?"

Ling nodded, his gaze sweeping across the street, then he raised his hand and pointed to a mobile noodle cart that was preparing to pack up its stall not far away.

The stall owner was an old man who looked to be in his sixties. His full head of silver hair was neatly combed, and he wore a simple dark headscarf on his forehead. The wrinkles on his face were full of the hardships of life, but he was quick and steady in packing his things.

Well, this must be the legendary Ramen Master from Japanese folklore.

But setting up a night stall in this somewhat remote neighborhood, it's uncertain whether this "ramen master" can earn enough to make a living.

"boss!"

Lu Mingfei raised his voice and strode over, "Can it still be done?"

The old craftsman, who was folding up the chair, looked up at the sound, his gaze sweeping over Lu Mingfei and then landing on the two girls behind him, who had very different temperaments but were equally outstanding.

His gaze was steady, lingering only for half a second on Erii's exquisitely beautiful face, which shone even in the dim light, before he nodded, his voice slightly hoarse yet full of energy:

"It can be done!"

He deftly rearranged the makeshift table and chairs he had just packed away, turned on the portable gas cylinder in the corner, and a blue flame burst into flame, warming a corner of this early spring night.

"Three bowls of noodles!"

"okay."

Lu Mingfei led Zero and Erii to sit down on the long bench in front of the ramen cart.

He even took out two clean handkerchiefs from his personal space and carefully laid them on the stool and the simple table in front of Zero.

Then, as if by magic, he produced a set of exquisite porcelain bowls and chopsticks that looked quite sophisticated and out of place at the street stall.

"Boss, this young lady is quite clean."

Lu Mingfei handed the bowl and chopsticks to the chef, pointed to Ling, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "Please use this to serve her noodles."

The master chef took the bowl, glanced at Zero, who sat quietly like a doll, exquisite yet lifeless, and Erii, who, though silent, had lively eyes and curiously observed everything. He didn't ask any questions, just nodded silently, and began to focus on cooking the noodles.

"Young man, you're very lucky."

The experienced chef skillfully stirred the bubbling noodles in the pot with long chopsticks, speaking in a casual tone with a touch of old Tokyo Japanese.

"It's so late, and you still bring two such beautiful girls out for noodles."

"Oh dear, master, you must be joking."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand, his tone exaggerated, but his eyes couldn't help but linger on Zero and Erii.

One is his officially recognized girlfriend, and the other is the "destined wife" that Lu Mingze forced upon him, both of them are top-tier beauties...

In a way, it seems, perhaps, maybe... that he was indeed quite fortunate in a certain sense?

Although this good fortune is full of pitfalls.

"These two are both 'young ladies from prominent families',"

He lowered his voice, feigning mystery.

“How could a poor guy like me possibly be worthy of such a place? Look, they're all unhappy, with cold faces and no expression at all. They must be upset that I brought them to a place like this.”

He said this almost directly in front of both Zero and Erii.

But Zero still didn't react at all, not even a tremor of her eyelashes, as if she had acquiesced.

Erii tilted her head, glanced at Lu Mingfei, then at the empty lacquer bowl in front of her, and then held up a small sign that read carefully:

[I'm not unhappy, I just want to eat noodles.]

Lu Mingfei: "..."

Thinking about it carefully, these two girls are actually quite similar in some ways.

Zero is a typical girl with no material possessions, no emotional state, and no social standing; her emotional fluctuations can only be observed with a "pixel-level" microscope.

When Erii quiets down, her expression is often one of serene emptiness, her eyes deep and unfathomable. She doesn't look like a young girl, but rather like a silent statue enshrined in a shrine, having witnessed a thousand years of joys and sorrows.

?

Why does Lao Lu keep attracting this type of woman?

Before I could think much about it, three steaming bowls of ramen were placed in front of me.

The rich pork bone broth is incredibly fragrant, the char siu is cut to perfection with thick slices, and the soft-boiled egg is as tempting as amber. Paired with bright green scallions and crisp bamboo shoots, it looks especially enticing under the dim streetlights.

And so, in this quiet street corner, two completely different sounds of eating rang out.

One type is the extremely refined, slow and deliberate chewing style of Zero and Erii, which is almost inaudible.

Another sound was Lu Mingfei's unrestrained and hearty slurping of noodles, which, when combined with the sounds of his mouth, created a strange harmony and warmth.

"Boss, a bowl of noodles."

Another sound broke the small symphony of eating.

The voice was calm and gentle; it belonged to a young man.