Not Bro,

Lu Mingfei, who was in Siberia and in the Nibelungen, received the news that Eriyi's body had disappeared. In the conference hall of Kassel College, there are red dots that are constantly flashing on the holographic map. "Are they coming back?" Hilbert Jean Angers played with the folding knife in his hand, and veins popped up on his arms, "Start a war with us." "Brother, they are coming. After a thousand years, carrying white bones covered with garlands, the lonely Iron Throne will usher in its king!" Lu Mingze was rarely serious, with flames as red as magma flashing in his pupils. "Could that be her?" At this moment, Lu Mingfei was not interested in any throne. What was reflected in his mind was the petite red-haired girl. She was like everything in his world. Last time he backed down, but this time he will never give in! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.