This is the last research institute that Lu Mingfei went to.

When he entered the door, Lu Mingfei's calm face appeared with a smile.

The man in black windbreaker stood in front of the fountain. The fountain stopped. He looked quietly at the iron gray sky, like an ancient Greek sculpture, with a lollipop in his mouth.

Hearing the footsteps, the man turned around, his face was unexpectedly young, with a student-like childishness, but this black windbreaker and the knife around his waist added a bit of coldness.

“S-class.”

He nodded and introduced himself.

"Feng Mo Liangsuke."

Lu Mingfei looked at him curiously.

"You're the only one?"

"Enough."

"Too."

Suddenly, Feng Mo Liangsuke reached into his pocket.

Lu Mingfei watched quietly.

"Come one?"

Feng Mo Liangjie handed the lollipop he took out to Lu Mingfei.

Like magic, what was originally just a piece of candy was opened as Feng Mo Liangjie clenched his fists and became four pieces.

"Chocolate, strawberries, pineapple, sour plum."

"Pick one."

Feng Mo Liang Jie said with a smile.

Lu Mingfei took the chocolate.

"What a coincidence."

"What?"

Feng Mo Liangsuke recalled, his smile warm.

"The first time His Highness gave me, my first time, is the same as you."

Someone blocks the sun and casts a shadow.

Feng Mo Liangjie dressed in Yakuza narrowed his eyes and looked up.

The man took away the cigarette he was holding in his mouth and handed it a lollipop.

“Smoking is harmful to health.”

His Highness, the young master of the Eighth Family of Snake Qi, said.

After that, Fengmo Ryosuke followed the man to the battlefield, sprinting off the ghost's head.

Think about it, it's been so many years.

"Your young master."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Is it my last name Yuan?"

Feng Mo Liangjie smiled.

"I never thought that I would know my young master with a S-level honorable identity. I think that if Your Highness heard this news, he would definitely be happy."

Feng Mo Liangjie nodded.

"Young Lord, Yuan Zhisheng."

"Is Yuan Zhisheng..."

Lu Ming is not repeated.

"It seems that you respect him very much."

"Well, Your Highness the Young Master is a leader who is truly worthy of life to follow."

When Feng Mo Liangjie said this, he had a heartfelt respect on his face and could not be false at all.

Lu Mingfei saw it clearly.

He nodded.

"I look forward to meeting him the day."

"I believe His Highness will definitely prepare the best sake and cherry blossoms."

"Wine and flowers, I thought that only the sword and sword were waiting for me."

Lu Mingfei said.

"After all, I'm the one who killed you."

Feng Mo Liangsuke's hand holding it in his pocket was trembling slightly.

He tried hard to control his voice.

"It's fine."

"The Fengmo family does something that violates the interests of the family and can only be washed away with blood."

"I didn't die at the hands of S-class, I died for the sins of the Fengmo family."

"Your Highness the Young Master is a sensible person, and he can understand you."

"in this way."

Lu Mingfei said.

"I want this Yuan Zhisheng to gradually become successful."

"Believe me, Your Highness will definitely not disappoint you."

"I'll tell him that he has a good friend."

Feng Mo Liangyou covered his mouth and laughed loudly, shaking his shoulders.

He waved his hands repeatedly.

"Forget it, forget it."

"You said that, but I'm polite."

"In my identity and bloodline, I can't be considered a friend of Your Highness."

"Speaking of this, if the young master could remember that there was a follower like me and such a subordinate."

Feng Mo Liangsuke's laughter stopped, and his words were as light as a breath of sighing wind.

Gently curled the corners of his mouth, showing a bit of a lonely smile.

"I'm already very satisfied."

The two sat in front of the fountain for a while and finished the lollipop.

"Do you have anything to say to your young master?"

"Well, if you can, please tell Your Highness, "Ryosuke, you've caused trouble for the Lord."

"Is there anything else?"

"It's gone."

"Okay, I remember."

Lu Mingfei and Feng Mo Liangjie stood face to face, walked back and twenty steps apart.

Lu Mingfei slowly set out his sword.

Feng Mo Liangjie felt a pain in his eyebrows.

"This is?"

"Demon Sword, Muramasa."

Feng Mo Liangjie smiled relieved.

"What a coincidence, are you also the one who subdued the Demon Sword?"

A bitter momentum rose.

Feng Mo Liangsuke's black windbreaker is windless automatically.

It seemed as if he could see the shadow of another man in him at this moment.

"Feng Mo family, Liang Jie, join the party."

Lu Ming didn't respond.
To be continued...