I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly Chapter 13

　　 At night, Lu Mingfei walked towards the Internet cafe he usually visits.

After staying at Su Xiaoqiu's house for another night, he got up early in the morning and went to the roof of the house to breathe in purple gas. Unfortunately, this time the purple gas was only a little bit faint, and there was not even a tribute to worship the gods. There is a lot of smoke after the incense is lit.

　　 But even with such a little purple energy, Lu Mingfei obviously felt that his cultivation level had improved a little.

　　 To be on the safe side, when he breathes out another six or seven days of purple energy and accumulates more mana, he is ready to try to breathe out the five elements.

Although the quality of the Five Elements Qi depends on the surrounding environment, in most cases it is far inferior to the purple Qi, and it takes a long time to refining to turn into mana, but it is worse than a large amount of fullness, unlike the purple Qi, only once a day Although the quality of the chance of vomiting is indeed high, the quantity is really small.

　　According to the records of the heavenly book, many great powers in that world had studied the purple qi at the beginning-after all, the purple qi is too mysterious and the effect is too good, from the food qi to the primordial spirit can use the purple qi to carry out effective cultivation.

A long time ago, there was a great power of the Primordial God Realm who was proficient in the way of refining tools. He felt that it was too wasteful to breathe the purple energy once a day, so he built a flying boat and let his disciple drive the flying boat against the sun. Fly in the direction to ensure that when looking back from the flying boat, you will always see the scenery at sunrise.

　　 As a result, after the first exhalation, he reluctantly found that the purple qi had disappeared, even if the surrounding sky was exactly the same as the purple qi just after it emerged, it was useless.

　　 This unwilling tycoon continued to order his apprentices to drive the flying boat to "escape" from the sun, even speeding up the flying boat, making the sky "backward", and then slowing the flying boat to see the dawn again, but to no avail.

　　 This kind of attempt happened many times, and then a miracle happened—the purple gas really resurfaced around the sun!

　　 Then the boss pinched and calculated, the time was exactly twelve hours past.

　　 It is said that after this incident, the gangster has been in retreat for fifty years.

　　 Lu Mingfei thinks he should be autistic.

　　He is not a powerful person, he does not have a flying boat, and he does not want to be autistic, so it is good to honestly breathe out the purple gas once a day.

　　 What he didn't expect was that not only the housekeeper, Uncle Yang, had already gotten up early in the morning, but even the eldest lady Su Xiaoyao had gotten up and was wearing sportswear and was preparing to go for a morning jog.

　　 Then she saw Lu Mingfei with a sneaky cat on the roof.

　　 To be honest, Lu Mingfei was surprised, and Su Xiaoyao was even more surprised.

　　 Morning running is a habit that Su Xiaoyao has cultivated since the first day of the first grade in order to maintain his health, and then he added a reason to keep in shape in the second year of the second grade.

　　 So she always gets up very early.

However, based on her impression of Lu Mingfei, she has always felt that Lu Mingfei should be the kind of "It is impossible to get up before noon after a holiday, and on a whim, she can still lie down in bed from noon to sleep at night. "The man of God, I didn't expect that he would get up so early.

　　 But what is he doing on the roof?

Su Xiaoyao asked this doubt. Lu Mingfei, who had finished the vomiting on the roof, casually said that he wanted to watch the sunrise and was ready to go, but Su Xiaoyao didn't know where to go crazy. She was only halfway through the sunrise and wanted to see it too. Quickly climbed up the roof with a ladder, grabbed Lu Mingfei and started to watch the sunrise.

　　 Lu Mingfei couldn't wait to smoke his own mouth.

　　 After watching the sunrise with Miss Su tremblingly for more than ten minutes, Lu Mingfei hurriedly said goodbye. Although Su Xiaoyao generously stated that he could stay for two more days, Lu Mingfei resolutely left.

Although Su Xiaoyao's family is a big villa, and there is also Uncle Yang in it, he won't be embarrassed by living in it as "lone men and widows live in the same room", but Su Xiaoyao is a girl after all, and he and Su Xiaoyao are only in the same class. Classmates, it's always bad to live in a girl's house for a long time.

　　 What if you misunderstand it after Chen Wenwen knows it?

However, when speaking of Chen Wenwen, Lu Mingfei suddenly reacted from the fact that he rarely thought of Chen Wenwen since he got the bible book two days ago. In two days, he only thought of Chen Wenwen two or three times. In normal times, he can think of Chen Wenwen four in an hour. Five times.

　　 Probably too much has happened in the past two days, and the amount of information received is too large, so I can't move my mind.

　　 I don't know if it is an illusion. Lu Mingfei always feels that after thinking of Chen Wenwen less frequently, he seems to have a lot of time all of a sudden.

After leaving Su Xiaoqiu's house, Lu Mingfei, penniless, ran a book-rental house that he used to go to with his almost tireless legs under the blessing of mana, and leaned on a cheeky invulnerable cheeky for five. Hours of reading.

Relying on his extraordinary physical fitness, he just stood in the bookstore for five hours and read books for five hours. "Come on, let's just rub around", seeing through Hongchen, turned into "this child is also a pitiful person" pity.

　　 The last boss not only gave Lu Mingfei a free copy of the latest version of "One Piece" comics, but also bought him a pancake fruit for dinner from a takeaway.

This bearded, vicissitudes of life uncle didn't forget to pat Lu Mingfei's pancake fruit on the shoulder, showing an amiable smile, and comforting him: “Everyone will have troubles, it's okay. Forbearance will pass. If you can't bear it, you can still ask others to help. After all, there are still many good people like uncles in this world who are willing to help out of justice."

Lu Mingfei wanted to complain about whether the uncle would only say the lines in this kind of comics after reading too much comics, but because of his deep skin, he felt a little feverish on his face when faced with the enthusiasm of the shop owner. , I could only stammered and thanked the comics enthusiastically presented by the uncle, and then hurriedly fled.

　　 took away the pancake fruit by the way.

Leaving the rented bookstore, it was getting late, Lu Mingfei ate the pancakes and wandered towards the Internet cafe. Although he didn't have a dime on his body, some of the Internet cafes were willing to pay for him, a master of all night. Fees, and two more bottles of Nutrition Express and two packs of Magician's dry noodles, hoping to get the expert guidance of interstellar players.

　　Or he can also charge a fee to help the interstellar players who have been abused by the opposite side find a place to fight back abuse. If it is not possible, he can still lick his face and find the network manager for credit.

　　 slowly nibbling on the cold but half of the pancake fruit in his hand, holding the "One Piece" cartoon given by the boss in the other hand, Lu Mingfei is only a few hundred meters away from the Internet cafe.

　　 Suddenly, he stopped.

　　 There seemed to be slurs and crying girls in the alley in the distance?

　　 Lu Mingfei's footsteps stopped, mana flooded into the spirit platform, his ears and eyes were immediately clear, and the faint and wobbling voice in the distance suddenly became clear.

The slurs spoke vaguely, the swear words kept swearing, the girl trembling crying because of fear, and occasionally forced to cry, such as "please don't fight anymore", "I listen to you", "please don't beat him" Kind of pleadings, dull fists and feet and the blows of physical contact, and the painful grunt of the man with his hard breath.

　　 These sounds rushed into Lu Mingfei's ears, and his brows wrinkled unconsciously.

　　 After a few seconds of silence with a frown, Lu Mingfei whispered to himself: "Other people's affairs have nothing to do with me."

　　What does other people's affairs have to do with him? The experience from childhood to adulthood made him understand a truth early-each one should take care of himself, and don't care about others.

　　 Being enthusiastic about other things and helping others, what you get in the end is usually an indifferent "thank you" from others, and there may even be more trouble.

　　 For example, when he was in junior high school, he dragged away a boy who was bullied by the school boss, and the next day, not only was he blocked by the school boss, the boy who was dragged away by him also kicked him under the surrounding of the school boss.

　　 After that kick, all the "injustices" in Lu Mingfei's eyes are no longer related to him. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

　　 He withdrew his mana, his hearing was restored, and his original clear voice became whisper like a mosquito again.

　　 He stuffed the pancake fruit into his mouth, took a big bite and chewed it in his mouth, and the pancake fruit left in his hand was suddenly reduced by nearly half.

　　 He is not slow to eat at all, and anyone who knows him knows that he can make gluttonous bows at the table.

　　 It's just that this pancake fruit is the only food that other people invite him to eat in the past two years, except for the lunch and dinner of Su Xiaoqiao's family, and the nutritious express noodles that admiring him in the Internet cafes.

　　 Although the pancake fruit is cold in the hand, it is still warm where the fingers are tightly pinched through the plastic bag, just like the boss's hand on his shoulder not long ago.

　　 Speaking of it, it seems that no one has patted him on the shoulder for a long time.

　　 "...There will always be difficulties... I can't bear it... come and help,... there are still... many... good people willing to help each other..."

　　 The bookstore owner's comfort like comic lines sounded in his ears.

　　 Lu Mingfei stopped in his footsteps.

　　 "Cut..." He let out a sigh of relief, disdainfully, "blooded lines like the protagonist."

　　 lowered his head and stuffed the remaining pancake fruit into his mouth, Lu Mingfei chewed, drooping bangs covering his black eyes, as if all melted into the night.

　　 "But," Lu Mingfei chewed on the pancake fruit, muttering to himself vaguely, "I do want to be the protagonist of a comic once in a while."

　　 put the empty plastic bag in the trash can near the side, and divided the mana into two strands, pouring into the spiritual platform and legs.

　　 Lu Mingfei strode forward, alternating his legs, stepping three or four meters away, his figure disappearing into the night leisurely.

Chapter end

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