The emperor of our family always dies

Chapter 3

Lu Sigu felt that his luck today was not very good.

It took a lot of effort to coax Yaoyao into the veterinary hospital, and it took a lot of effort to get the veterinarian to fill a tooth for her.

Before filling the teeth, the golden retriever dog refused to open his mouth, stubbornly like a donkey. After filling the teeth, he happily stood in front of the mirror and admired his new front teeth like a peacock admiring his own reflection.

When one person and one dog walked out of the door of the veterinary hospital, it was already completely dark outside.

When returning home, he purposely entered the community through another door, for fear of meeting his boss again.

In fact, he was already thinking about going to the company to hand in his resignation tomorrow.

President Zhao likes men?

This news was no worse than Ming Yue's claim that he was the emperor of the Ming Empire when he arrived at his home.

Thinking of Mingyue, Lu Sigu couldn't help but raised his head and looked towards the 13th floor.

The orange light projected from the windows of each house shrinks from bottom to top, and finally interweaves with the white light of the street lamp above the head in the night. For a while, I can't tell which direction my home is.

He thought, find a time to get a pair of glasses.

Opening the door with mixed thoughts, Lu Sigu was slightly taken aback.

The living room, which was a mess when we left, has been tidied up now, there is not a trace of extra tiles on the floor, the pillows on the sofa have returned to their original places, and even the tea table has been wiped spotless. Glowing.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Lu Sigu thought, maybe there will really be a Thumbelina.

However, this good wish was ruthlessly shattered when his gaze caught sight of the dazzling claw marks on the mural resting on the wall.

A fairy tale is a fairy tale after all, it is as unreliable as time travel.

At the same time, Lu Sigu also discovered a problem, that is, Mingyue disappeared.

The house is neither small nor big, and it only takes a few seconds to search for a house of about [-] square meters.

He didn't squat on the toilet, and he wasn't in the study. His bedroom was forbidden to him after he almost stabbed his computer screen with a sword, and he couldn't be there. As for the kitchen, it was even more impossible.

"No one will steal anything from you again."

Lu Sigu patted Yaoyao on the head, smiled at it seemingly gently, then turned and walked into the kitchen.

He bought a lot of things today, and he wanted to cook a sumptuous meal to reward his stomach, but in fact, it was mainly because Ming Yue complained about his cooking skills more than once or twice.

But now that Ming Yue has left, he doesn't need to make such a big dinner.

Lu Sigu's mood was neither good nor bad.

He remembered that half a month ago, when he was playing games live, a strange man in ancient costume suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Yes, Lu Sigu currently has three hobbies in his life: petting dogs, live broadcasting, and playing games.

The latter two hobbies can be combined together, called live broadcasting and playing games.

However, his live broadcast was amateur and not very popular, so hardly anyone came in to watch it.

After all, no one likes to watch an anchor who doesn't play well in games, doesn't talk much, and doesn't even want to show his face.

People who occasionally enter the room, either because they accidentally walked into the wrong room because of slippery hands, or because they are in a bad mood, they just come in to watch the anchor being abused in the game to soothe their mood.

In short, no one came to see the game technology he originally wanted to show everyone.

Lu Sigu didn't care about this either.

Therefore, Lu Sigu was addicted to the game at that time, and did not notice a person standing behind him at all.

He didn't realize that something was wrong until he felt a cold chill on his neck.

A sharp sword reached his neck at some point.

Feeling the coolness on his neck, Lu Sigu turned his head stiffly, his eyes crawled along the dazzling white blade of the sword all the way to the face of the sword holder.

The man's face was stained with blood, whether it was his own or someone else's.

And the blood was mixed with the sweat constantly oozing out from his forehead, glued the messy strands of hair together stickily, and stuck tightly to his cheek, looking very embarrassed.

But even so, this embarrassment still couldn't hide his incomparably handsome face, especially those eyes, the light that shot out seemed to be able to burn through the air.

It was the aura lingering around him, too fierce, like waves rushing from all directions, forcing people to suffocate.

Lu Sigu had no room to think about what happened, and saw the man's eyes dimmed, like a shooting star flashing across the night sky.

At the same time, the chill suddenly faded from his neck, and the long sword fell to the ground amidst the crisp sound of metal hitting the ground.

A bright yellow figure rushed towards him, pressing heavily on his back, followed by a strong smell of blood.

Only then did Lu Sigu notice that he was seriously injured.

……

Suddenly there was a tugging feeling at the corner of the clothes.

Lu Sigu suddenly recovered from his contemplation, and found that Yaoyao was stretching out a claw to grab his clothes.

The tip of the nose was filled with a pungent smell of oily smoke. It turned out that the oil in the pot was burning, and they were scrambling to catch the flames.

Lu Sigu quickly grabbed the lid of the pot to cover it, and at the same time, quickly turned off the switch of the induction cooker.

But because he forgot to turn on the hood, the kitchen was quickly filled with green and pungent oily fumes, which rushed towards the living room.

In order to prevent the smoke from spreading to the living room, Lu Sigu hastily turned on the hood and opened the window quickly. He was about to turn around and leave the kitchen when he heard loud noises coming from outside the window.

The advantage of living on the 13th floor is that it is relatively quiet. At a high place away from the ground, the noise and noise can be well weakened by the vertical distance.

Lu Sigu had no interest in these voices at first, until his ears keenly grasped the words "long hair", "don't die", "weird", etc., his footsteps had already preceded his thoughts ran to the balcony.

Seeing his hurry, Yaoyao followed him with a wag of her tail, raised her legs, put her paws on the balcony, and searched around like Lu Sigu.

At some point, curious heads poked out from the balconies of every household, their keen eyes searching for the source of the noise like searchlights in the dark night.

Even though the doors of each household are usually closed tightly, the gossip-loving atmosphere will quickly pry open the closed doors, quickly connecting those strange neighbors who can no longer be strangers.

"Ah, Mom, will that person fall?"

A little girl suddenly yelled in horror, her voice was extremely prominent in the pitch-black noise, Lu Sigu looked over subconsciously, and saw the child was pawing on the balcony, her body was tightly held by her parents, In case of falling, she herself hooked her head and looked downstairs curiously.

Lu Sigu followed her gaze and looked down, it didn't matter if he didn't look, but when he saw it, his legs went limp and he almost fell off.

At the place where the light of various flashlights was focused, there was a familiar figure, stuck to the wall like a Spiderman, and the floor he was on was the seventh or eighth floor.

As for the owner of the figure, who else could it be besides Mingyue?

Have you ever seen someone with long hair fluttering, wearing a dragon robe, with a long sword hanging from his waist, climbing seven or eight stories high?

Lu Sigu's nerves tensed all of a sudden, and at the same time, he also quickly evacuated from the balcony. When he flew out, he thought about whether to pull a quilt and take him out, in case he fell, Anyway, there can be a buffer.

Then, he really went out with a quilt, which was the thickest and softest one used in winter.

Yaoyao followed behind him, and her expression was extremely nervous. Although she didn't know what happened, judging from the expression on her master's face, it was by no means a trivial matter.

After all, a dog is the most loyal companion of human beings, a little angel of human beings, and is so understanding. Of course, this is when it does not know that the person involved is Mingyue.

Lu Sigu rushed downstairs with the quilt in his arms, and when he arrived directly below his residence, Mingyue had already jumped from the seventh or eighth floor to the fourth or fifth floor.

At this moment, he was standing on someone else's balcony. Looking at it from his own angle, he was tall and tall, with all kinds of lights hitting him, and the night wind blowing his long hair from time to time, There is quite a chic and romantic feeling.

Sure enough, those who thought it was some crazy person who wanted to jump off the building began to wonder if the community had sneaked into the crew and secretly filmed a costume drama without their knowledge.

Otherwise, which normal person can jump freely between such high floors?

Looking at Mingyue under the gathered lights, Lu Sigu's face was as black as coal.

Just when he was wondering whether to turn around and go home and let this person fend for himself, he heard a sharp female voice cut through the night sky.

"Ah! Rogue!"

After the voice fell, a woman wrapped in a bath towel grabbed a baseball bat and rushed to the balcony to swing it towards Ming Yue.

Seeing that Mingyue couldn't dodge in time and stumbled and fell from the balcony, Lu Sigu's heart suddenly jumped, and he ran towards the direction where Mingyue fell while hugging the quilt.

In fact, his worry was a little unnecessary. Not only did Ming Yue not fall into a patty, but he performed a handsome somersault in the air, and finally landed safely on the ground.

Just as Lu Sigu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a car suddenly turning out from nowhere and bumping straight towards Mingyue, and blurted out: "Mingyue, it's dangerous!" He was about to go forward and push him away.

However, at the moment when the car was approaching, Ming Yue flew swiftly and jumped onto the roof of the car. His movements were chic and smooth, and he felt like a hero in a martial arts novel.

Especially when the car stopped, he was sitting on the roof of the car, with one knee on the ground, one hand on the knee, the other hand gripping the sword hilt, his head drooping, and the three thousand hairs were stirred by the breeze for a moment. Brushing across the face all at once, and against the harsh lights, the picture couldn't be more beautiful.

However, Lu Sigu couldn't appreciate this beautiful scene. At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the place where Mingyue's sword fell, and there was a big hole poked by his sword...