In the cinema, the list of staff members for the curtain call was already playing on the screen. At a glance, they all had the same names:
Director: Lu Mingze
Screenwriter: Lu Mingze
…
The name Lu Mingze has been repeated countless times. If the fat little Lu Mingze in reality saw it, he would definitely be very moved.
But Lu Mingfei looked at the little devil's strange movements and the incomprehensible words coming out of his mouth, but there was no fluctuation in his heart:
"What, you are too post-modern, how about I help you send this film to Ghana for review?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head. There seemed to be something wrong with his non-existent brother's brain. This was the first time he knew
The Dragon King can also suffer from mental illness.
But looking at Old Tang's state, maybe every Dragon King actually has something wrong with his brain?
The little devil reluctantly put down his hands, sat back on the chair, stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth and said vaguely: "I went to South America for a vacation these days. It is a very magical place and very interesting."
"So you dragged me to watch an inexplicable movie as soon as you came back?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head: "To tell you the truth, the plot is really weird, and it's not a good commercial movie."
"This is a low-cost literary film. Commercial films with such plots will be scolded." The little devil very elegantly took out a bottle of Coke from under the seat and took a sip: "It's not easy to find this thing.
That belongs to a timeline that has been abandoned for more than a hundred years."
"I'm not used to you drinking Coke like this. Shouldn't you drink red wine or something?" Lu Mingfei scratched his chin, grabbed a handful from the popcorn bucket and stuffed it into his mouth.
"This is a movie theater. Do as the Romans do." The little devil continued: "Originally, you were supposed to be a poor poor boy, and that girl was going to be a princess of the underworld. You met, fell in love, and then the world was separated."
"But now that I am the underworld princess, who is Lu Mingfei?"
The little devil smiled and took out another bottle of Coca-Cola and handed it to Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei turned out that, as expected, it was Coca-Cola with a red coating.
"How does it feel to be a mafia princess?" asked the little devil.
"I would rather be a loser," Lu Mingfei took a sip of Coca-Cola, his throat hurt from being choked, and replied angrily: "Those guys looked at me like they were looking at a mixture of a nuclear warhead and a sow.
It feels really bad.”
"It's a good metaphor. It's as messy as the headphone cables in your schoolbag." The little devil put down the Coke and clapped his hands lightly. On the screen in the screening room, a new movie started playing again: "You become the underworld princess Eri, then
They are Lu Mingfei."
On the screen, Ender's huge dragon body appeared. The dragon soared in the sky and flew towards Mount Fuji, which was emitting smoke and dust.
"As I said, brother, the only one you can trust is me," Lu Mingze's voice said: "That monster claims to be your relative, brother, but he doesn't care about your life or death. He asked you to be a bait to wake up.
Wake up, the only one you can rely on now is me."
Then, Lu Mingfei's current state was shown on the screen. A very ugly little monster was attached to his tailbone, twisting his body like a facehugger. Even though he had no scruples now, he couldn't help but cover his head.
I held my lower back and broke into a cold sweat all my life.
"Keep waiting, but it's too late, brother," the devil's voice rang in his ears: "Are you going to bet with your life that that guy will arrive on time, or are you going to make a trivial deal with me?"
"How about a quarter of your soul?" the little devil lion said loudly.
Gu Zhu
"You want my soul again?" Lu Mingfei turned his head, his eyes full of contempt: "A dragon king is only one quarter, is the current situation more difficult than facing a dragon king?"
"Oh, it seems that our VIP customers are obviously not satisfied with your conditions, but it doesn't matter. Business has to be discussed, but..." The little devil waved his hand, and a bright red countdown appeared on the big screen: "But our last
Hurry up, brother, before you turn into a mummy."
Lu Mingfei was not in a hurry. He simply slumped on the chair and said methodically: "But without me, you will die. We are just grasshoppers on the same boat now. Don't you give me a discount?"
"That's why I hate this future. It would be great if you were still that simple bad boy." The little devil sighed in a low voice.
Lu Mingfei scratched his head: "I feel like I haven't changed much?"
"It's information, brother. The most important thing in the 21st century is information. If you have my information, I can only make a compromise." The little devil swayed his little feet in leather shoes, his face full of grievances: "
Just like the devil can't resist the call of his true name, brother, after you discovered my true name, I can only break my bones and sell them."
"What do you want?" Lu Mingfei looked at the miserable appearance of the little devil and couldn't help but feel a pity, and then said sternly: "I will not help you do bad things."
"A hug."
"What?" Lu Mingfei suddenly turned his head in surprise, and his neck even made a banging sound because he turned his head too fast: "What did you say?"
"One more thing, I want you to call me brother."
The little devil tilted his head and looked at Lu Mingfei like a real child: "A hug and a greeting, these are my conditions."
"This doesn't sound like the devil's request at all." Lu Mingfei murmured to himself: "What bad things are you thinking about?"
The little devil stood up, opened his arms and looked at Lu Mingfei: "Brother, I just want a hug. This is not too much, is it?"
"Or do you hate me so much?" There were tears in the little devil's eyes: "You hate me who have never hurt you, and you hate me who have been sealed for countless years?"
Looking at the little devil in front of him, Lu Mingfei felt soft. He stretched out his hands and moved his arms hesitantly. The little devil in front of him closed his eyes. The expression on his face seemed to be one of expectation and pain.
Finally, the two hugged each other, with Lu Mingfei's head resting on the boy's narrow shoulders. The smell of the little devil was very light, like a cold marble wall, empty and hard.
"Brother...brother." Lu Mingfei struggled to say the word that he had never said before. Then, the marble in his arms melted, became hot, and became soft.
"Brother." The little devil responded with a smile, as if he had returned to the past time.
The time became longer, and then the atmosphere was broken by Lu Mingfei's incomprehensible voice.
"Can you let go?" Lu Mingfei wanted to push the little devil away with some disgust, but was hugged tightly by him.
A trace of displeasure flashed across the little devil's face, and he grabbed Lu Mingfei's collar with his small hands. Before Lu Mingfei could react, a huge force came from behind and the little devil threw him out of the cinema.