The Mourning of the Wind Eyes of the Dragon Clan

Lu Mingfei was reborn. Not what he wanted. There is no system sound, no golden finger panel, and no countdown. Even if I close my eyes and open them again, I am back to my senior year in high school, and my aunt's Hedong lion roar is still buzzing in my ears. Logically speaking, this is a great thing. He could start a new life, sort out all the messed up things in his previous life, and at least be prepared to say what he should say when he meets an old friend. But he was not happy at all. Because he remembers everything - remembers how everyone left, remembers those burning nights and cold rooftops, remembers everything that should be cried, should be laughed, and should not be forgotten. Those memories weighed heavily on a sixteen-year-old boy, as if he was already old even before he was alive. Of course, life still has to go on. When his aunt scolded him, he shrank his neck. Professor Guderian's letter arrived. Should he report to the school full of monsters? Nono noticed it first. She looked at Lu Mingfei in the rain and suddenly felt that she didn't recognize him. But Lu Mingfei didn't know what happened to him. He just occasionally felt that his reaction seemed to be half a beat too slow, and that the area in his chest felt a little empty. Some things should obviously be sad, but the tears just can't fall. When he was playing StarCraft against Old Tang in an Internet cafe, he always felt that something was resonating with the person opposite him. On the sonar screen at the bottom of the Kuimen River, a complete ancient bronze city is showing its outline in the darkness. Deep in Norma's server, an untraceable reply was quietly intercepted—— "Welcome back, Mingfei." He thought he was the one to start over. But maybe, he just put the pieces back on the chessboard.