Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the New Three Kingdoms

Chapter 114: The number of non-existent memories has increased.

Chapter 114: The number of non-existent memories has increased.

Lu Mingze simply leaned on him and stood there.

She didn't know whether to feel sorry for him or annoyed as she looked at Lu Mingfei's stiff and immobile body, which was riddled with arrows in his back.

He sighed.

"Brother, oh brother, oh brother."

"See, you do it again."

As Lu Mingfei listened, he tried to strain his muscles to push the arrows out of his back.

Lu Mingze looked at him with a resentful gaze.

"You always choose the dumbest solution."

Lu Mingze sighed.

"I'll use my own life to fill the gaps."

Lu Mingfei just squinted, not understanding what was going on.

As Lu Mingze said this, some non-existent memories came to his mind.

Some photos show him and Lu Mingze embracing each other, while others show Lu Mingze nailed to a cross, tilting his head and smiling as he says, "Brother, you've come to see me!"

Then there were some inexplicable scenes: he made a deal with Lu Mingze, spending a quarter of his life to kill Lao Tang, all to save... Nuonuo?

In the end, Caesar still reaped the rewards? What the heck?

Why? He's not even familiar with Nono. It would be reasonable to replace him with Susie or Zero.

Of course, he would definitely save Nono if it were her, and he would save even an ordinary passerby.

But why does he look so heartbroken in the video, shouting... What do you mean he was rescued by Nuonuo? He was rescued by Yuan Shu.

Lu Mingze simply raised his hand, pointed to the frozen afterimages of the arrows that had been fired again, and then pointed to the mountaintop.

"You should know how powerful I am! How powerful you are! If we join forces and take one step forward, what are these things?!"

He turned around, facing the sky shrouded in dark clouds, and angrily spread his arms, shattering the water droplets in mid-air like wings.

"Fate? This half-baked Nibelungen? Those few lousy ambush soldiers? Just nod your head, and we can wipe this mountain out with a wave of our hand!"

He turned half his face to the side, his expression towards Lu Mingfei carrying a hint of seduction and sarcasm.

"You don't want to? Don't you hate? Haven't you always been hating?"

"Cough cough."

Lu Mingfei coughed, which sounded extremely abrupt in the still world.

"Yes, I hate it! Of course I hate it! I hate it to death!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingze's grin widened even further.

He turned around and extended his hand to Lu Mingfei, as if inviting Lu Mingfei to dance.

"That's right, hatred is the best fuel, brother. You should know that our fire will engulf the world," "But I also know what I want."

Lu Mingfei interrupted him, and Lu Mingze was slightly taken aback.

Finally, the arrows behind him were deflected and fell to the ground with a rustling sound. Lu Mingfei straightened up and looked at Lu Mingze.

Unfortunately, there was nothing else in those eyes besides the burning hatred that was almost dried up—no fanaticism, no ambition.

There was nothing there. Lu Mingze tried to find out, tried to explore, but all he could see was a kind of weary clarity.

"I just want others to live, they can live."

Lu Mingfei's gaze swept over Ling and Fang Meng, his tone as if he wanted to exhale all the air from his lungs.

"that's all?"

Lu Mingze frowned slightly. He hadn't arranged for Lu Mingfei to be brought here. His script was the kind that was more like a wish-fulfillment story, where once you enjoyed it, there was no going back.

What about royal power, wealth, precepts, and rules?

After all, it was Lu Mingfei, his brother, and he couldn't bear to part with him. But there were some people he could bear to part with, and some, like that old schemer, would hide so well that he couldn't find them.

But today's events still left him somewhat hoping that Lu Mingfei would get fired up because of this.

But Lu Mingfei right now...

"that's all."

Seeing Lu Mingfei speak calmly, Lu Mingze lowered his voice.

"Brother...even when you're at your lowest, you're not like this."

Lu Mingfei simply smiled faintly.

"Yeah, I used to be pretty reckless. You know, youthful vigor and being brave and fearless is the right thing to do."

His gaze seemed to pass over Lu Mingze; it was unclear where he was looking at at that moment.

"Looking forward is the right thing to do, and it's good. As long as you're alive, you'll be able to make a comeback sooner or later. You're indomitable. Isn't that what Liu Bei did?"

Lu Mingfei paused, then suddenly thought that Liu Bei wasn't invincible either, but if it came to reincarnation... well, there were people even more miserable than him.

With a light laugh, Lu Mingfei continued speaking.

"But one day you're rushing ahead, and suddenly you realize you've lost something. You reach out to grab it, but you miss, so they never come back."

Lu Mingze remained silent.

"It's not that I'm afraid of death, nor that I don't hate anymore, it's just that I've encountered this too many times: if you take one step forward, someone behind you dies."

Lu Mingfei's voice softened.

"I really want to regain my ambition. It's good. Even now, I envy my awesome self."

"But youthful vigor is something that, once it's used up, is gone..."

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Back then, you were a dashing young man, victorious in every battle, your army's advance was so overwhelming that the enemy could only flee at the mere sight of you. Then one day, as you charged forward as always, you looked back and found your home had been destroyed."

"Then you refused to believe it, you felt hatred, and you charged forward again, and the person who pulled you up the second time died because of you."

Lu Mingfei stopped; he couldn't continue.

But Lu Mingze just looked at him.

"So what are you now?"

"What does it mean? It means I'm alive. I promised to live, so I will keep living."

Lu Mingze stood there, looking at Lu Mingfei for a long time.

As time passed, Lu Mingfei's body began to repair itself. Blood seeped from the ground, flowed back up into Lu Mingfei's body, and flesh intertwined and combined like fabric, while the outer skin began to slowly heal.

Finally, he slowly exhaled.

For some reason, I have this feeling that "there's just no way to deal with you".

"Alright, brother."

He spread his hands, his tone carrying a hint of concession.

"Since you've said that, what can anyone do? I'm the closest person to you in this world, so I'll lend you a hand."

Lu Mingfei relaxed his shoulders slightly, and then Lu Mingze spoke up.

"I will send them both out, away from Nibelungen, out of this dead end."

He spoke calmly, as if it were a trivial matter with extremely low costs.

Lu Mingfei immediately breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Ling and Fang Meng were not here, he could immediately show this Heavenly Will what the Hateful Heaven Scale was all about.

"Thanks."

Lu Mingfei smiled slightly.

"I'm entrusting this to you. With you by my side, what do I have to worry about fate or the world?"

Then he saw Lu Mingze's smile turn dangerous.

"Don't rush to thank me, brother. I don't like thanks. Thanks are just an eager expectation for the next time I help you for free."

He snapped his fingers.

"I want tangible rewards from you."

Lu Mingfei reached out and hugged him.

"Like this?"

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