Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner

In this life, he was afraid of his aunt, in front of the Dragon King Norton he was not so weak. The Dragon King is nothing compared to my aunt! Even if the "spirit of speech - candle dragon" released, the big deal is to hold a nuclear bomb was blown to dust, anyway, he is not Caesar, no million of money and beautiful girlfriend to let him love this world. But the aunt is different, penetrating the brain magic sound a wave more than a wave high, middle-aged fat face plate full of "mourning your misfortune hate you do not compete" expression, called people worse than death.

"It's fixed, it's fixed! The toilet is fixed!" Lu Mingfei maintained his upright position.

He only bet, believe Chu Zhang. Chu Zhang said he would send professional people to help him solve this matter, the boss of the Lionheart Club is not an ordinary person, in the college a word. A small follower like Lu Mingfei could not distrust the energy of the bosses.

"Then what are you running for? Like a poop emergency!" The aunt is still not happy.

"I I I ......" Lu Mingfei was sweating all over the place.

He does not know why he is guilty of wimping out even if the aunt threw him out of the house, it does not matter, the big deal is not to come back for the summer and go to hang out with Fingal.

I guess I'm used to being a wimp.

The elevator door opened, and Lu Mingfei carrying a large bag, accompanied by carefully following the aunt, prayed to push open the door everything as Chu Zhang said it was done. Today is an important day, dinner is the "Lu Mingze to study abroad family celebration", he also bought a gift for Lu Mingze, a universal socket with a transformer. It's a very useful little thing, the aunt should not think of the United States voltage is different from the domestic. Last year, Lu Mingfei struggled in the waiting hall of the Chicago train station, even charging an mp3 is not easy. With this Lu, Mingze can not eat this suffering.

"Did you cut the radish?" The aunt touched the keys.

"Cut ...... cut up." Lu Mingfei stammered. He did tell Chu Zhang that he still had to go home to cut the radish and steam the sausage and chop the scallions, but the emphasis was on changing the toilet seat. He was not sure if young master Chu had paid attention.

The door opened ...... full of room white radish slices, neatly yard, each piece is a centimeter thick, knife work is exquisite, as if the Japanese chef cut raw fish, and sprinkled it with bright green onions. The dining table, coffee table, and refrigerator, where there is a flat surface in the living room are full of green onion radish, and the lights are turned on so that the radish slices are crystal clear. Auntie, who is so frugal with her electricity bill, never allows two lights to be on in one room of the house.

The sound of knives coming from the kitchen is neat and powerful, reminding people of dozens of knives rising and falling at the same time as if there is a chef training class in which to practice knife skills.

In the toilet came the deafening sound of impact drills, broken tiles, and cracked cement, the whole wall was trembling.

The family gave shocked, Lu Mingze is texting with his schoolmate you and I, a careless phone fell to the ground, and the battery fell out.

The kitchen out of the stout figure, 190cm tall, shoulder width of 50cm, weighing more than 200 pounds, sunglasses behind a stern gaze like electricity. The pugilist sweeping majestically, left hand full of buckets of sliced radish, the right hand carrying the U.S. military-style m9 saber, gray titanium blade body double-sided blood groove, that is the handle of the authentic murder weapon, at the moment stained with a few pieces of indistinct onion.

"Robbery la!" Aunt face this murderer a breath can not catch up, almost fainted.

"There is money in the desk drawer you take it yourselves!" The uncle raised his hands high.

The second murderer appeared in the kitchen doorway, wearing only a hurdle undershirt, revealing a grave of muscles, wearing a black military cap, and holding a U.S. Army Ontario Cavalry knife.

"Commissioner Road?" The murderer took off his military cap, revealing a large, bald head with a hideous skull tattoo on his scalp.

Lu Mingfei did not answer, he just wanted to cover his face and say he did not know this man. But he knew ...... these people originally belonged to the Navy SEALs, had been some cut-throat murderers, but now retired, just workmates who work at the college.

Cassell College, the school work department!