Dragon Clan: Started by being picked up by Xia Mi, and then defeated the strong

Chapter 149: Old and gray hair, old friends leave

The thick fog gradually dissipated, and Xia Mo could see the road ahead clearly. She strolled along the narrow path with green lawns on both sides.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Xia Mo discovered a small flower bed with a two-story building next to it. Emerald green ivy climbed the white walls, spreading all the way to the second-floor balcony, blooming beautiful flowers.

Xia Mo approached the white fence gate and saw a woman in the garden facing her sideways, holding a white watering can and bending over to water the flowers.

There is a row of flower pots neatly placed on the wooden rack, with all kinds of flowers planted there, including pure and beautiful jasmine, bright and warm daisies, sunflowers growing towards the sun, and charming and bright red poppies...

The woman heard Xia Mo's footsteps and slowly turned around. Her hairstyle was a one-shoulder ponytail that rested on her right cheek and fell to her shoulder.

The woman looked very young, yet had a mature temperament, with a beauty mole at the corner of her eye. Her face seemed to be carefully crafted by someone according to his or her own aesthetic taste, naturally flawless and incredibly beautiful.

She was wearing a silk long dress, which was elegant and calm. The style was very Greek-style shawl, and a pair of metallic strappy sandals on her feet. When she walked, her calves were faintly visible through the side of the skirt, and the fair skin of her calves and the golden straps formed a pleasing color combination.

Xia Mo always felt that this woman exuded an indescribable sacredness, and wondered if she were in ancient Greece, she would be regarded as a goddess?
The woman did not wear a laurel wreath on her head, but anyone who saw her would think from the bottom of their hearts that she should be crowned.

When she saw Xia Mo at the door, the woman smiled, as if an old friend came to visit her after many years. Her smile was joyful but also carried a lingering taste of time, and she spoke in a soft voice.

"Lost?"

"Excuse me, where is this place?" Xia Mo asked politely.

"Where do you think this place is?" the woman asked with a smile.

"My dream, I'm having a weird dream," Xia Mo said thoughtfully, carefully examining the woman's appearance, "You look different from the girls I know, and you don't look like a mix of the same kind."

"No wonder I was so sleepy in the car... What kind of spiritual word is this?"

"As expected of Surtel, you can still maintain your true self in the spiritual world I created."

The woman put down the watering can, clapped her hands in admiration, and then changed the subject, smiling and asking, "My dear, Ragnarok has not yet arrived. Are you unwilling to be lonely? You left your kingdom ahead of time."

"But why did you come to this tiny island country? You, who are so proud, should not care about this. What is there here that is worthy of your attention?"

"Everyone, you all think I'm Surtur, right?" Xia Mo complained inwardly when he heard this.

Then Xia Mo looked dignified and nodded reservedly.

"Yes, I'm Surtel. Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking?"

"Sister, who are you...Have we met somewhere before?"

"My dear, you called me sister so sweetly." The woman said with a smile, "I feel so satisfied."

"So I decided to give you a little reward and give you a small gift."

"This is our first reunion and greeting after a long separation. May we enjoy peace and tranquility at this moment."

The woman smiled, and with one hand behind her back, she took out a puppet like a magic trick. The puppet was wearing a red and white witch costume, with dark red hair and a silly expression.

"Sister, is there a bomb hidden in here?" Xia Mo asked alertly.

"Sarter, I don't even bother to use such despicable means." The woman said lightly, her dignity emerged naturally, and she was the most special and extraordinary person Xia Mo had ever met.

Although the woman is surrounded by a garden full of flowers, it does not affect her kingly majesty. Sunflowers and poppies become her loyal guards and charming jesters.

"I believe my sister, but I still don't want it." Xia Mo shook her head and said seriously, "I always feel that you have bad intentions."

"Our relationship shouldn't be so bad. Although we haven't sworn an oath of blood, we still drink together at the feast of the world."

The woman looked pitiful and said sadly, "You didn't even recognize my identity at first sight."

"When you get older, you tend to forget things," said Xia Mo.

"Yes, we are all very old," the woman continued the topic after hearing what he said. She looked a little sad. "We are old and gray, and we have lost old friends. The more happy we were in the past, the more sad we are when we lose them."

"We have been walking in the corridor of time and space. The world has changed, the stars have moved, our identities and the world have changed, but we have to keep going until we reach a new destination."

Xia Mo was silent, looking deep in thought.

…She didn’t understand.

However, does frosty face and white hair refer to a cold and cold appearance and silvery hair?
Her eyes are the color of glacier blue, like an iceberg. All you can see is a small part of it floating on the icy ocean, but beneath the surface of the sea lies a huge truth.

Since Xia Mo didn't want her doll, the woman placed the doll on a wooden chair beside her. The doll's face was facing Xia Mo, staring at her with its dull eyes.

Xia Mo was also looking at the little doll. The more she looked, the more she felt that she was naive and silly.

The woman picked up the watering can and continued to nourish her flower bed with love and send gentle blessings.

“Bloom quickly, bloom quickly. Even though flowers will inevitably wither after blooming, at least you are incomparably beautiful when you bloom.”

"It sounds like a fatal curse." Xia Mo said.

"This is the sweet talk of love," said the woman.

"Sister, let's not beat around the bush. I don't like the Riddler. What do you want from me? Just tell me straight."

"If there's nothing else, I'll go back the same way and continue to have sex with my beloved. And you're not allowed to peek."

The woman was stunned, and then she laughed so hard that her body shook.

"Why didn't I realize that Xiaoye is so charming before? She can even bewitch the fire giant Surtur."

As the woman spoke, she lifted the hair hanging by her ears, an action that exuded an irresistible charm.

"Xiaoye..." Xia Mo's mouth twitched, "I call her Teacher Daye."

"Teacher Daye?" The woman blinked.

"It doesn't matter whether she is big or small, and it doesn't matter whether she is Jörmungandr or not."

The woman said calmly, commenting as a superior, "In the eyes of the half-bloods, the four thrones and eight monarchs are their mortal enemies. But compared to the real dragons, Norton and Jörmungandr are considered to be the people-friendly faction."

"The real dragon clan?" Xia Mo frowned, vaguely realizing that the world was not as simple as Xia Mi said, and it was full of turbulent waves.

Either Xia Mi was hiding something from Xia Mo during her lessons, and Xia Mo had to pay some price to get private lessons from Teacher Daye;
Either Xia Mi is also unaware of it, which is very Ding Zhen.

"My dear, you look puzzled, why do I feel so happy?"

"Maybe it's because you look so stupid, which is completely different from the impression I have of Surtel. You haven't remembered many things and many promises yet."

A smile spread across the woman's face. It was beautiful, yet sinister, like a poisonous spider.

Xia Mo was silent for a while. She took out Levatin decisively and asked, "Can you speak human language?"

"Look, you're getting anxious again." The woman waved her hand, restrained her femme fatale smile, gently moved her lotus feet, raised a soft white hand, and invited, "You've been standing outside the door, why don't you come in and have afternoon tea with me?"

"Compared to having tea with a bad woman like you who came from an unknown background, I prefer to have afternoon tea with Principal Angers. At least he's not a riddle teller." Xia Mo said lightly, unmoved by the woman's invitation.

The woman sighed, "Compared to that respectable Avenger, my dear, I am your compatriot."

"Your presence here means that you have lost your former proud position and have entered the twilight of the gods. Then, Nidhogg is our common enemy. You should trust me."

"Jörmungandr is just a child in our eyes. I doubt you are the one."

Xia Mo's eyes widened and she trembled with anger.

How can you defame someone's innocence out of thin air?

Good! You can say that Teacher Daya has a flat chest, flat chest, and small breasts... but you can never say that she looks childish, and you should not doubt my aesthetic taste!
"It's just a joke. I have a sense of humor too." The woman said seriously. Then she got down to business. "Have you decided to kill Tachibana Masamune?"

"Why, the fox's tail is finally exposed! You want to plead for this old Biden? Who is he to you?"

"Maybe it's the relationship between the owner and the thief." The woman thought and made an analogy.

The relationship between the owner and the thief...

Xia Mo was stunned.

After a while, Xia Mo said a name, and the woman smiled without saying anything, and it was unclear whether she admitted or denied it.

"But aren't you dead? Everyone says you are dead."

"The Dragon King is immortal. Even if his physical body is destroyed, his spirit is still alive and returns to the cocoon he prepared in advance. So to kill a Dragon King, you need to use the Philosopher's Stone, which is made of pure spiritual elements."

"However, once the spiritual element becomes physical, it loses its strongest effect," the woman said coldly.

"Of course, how can the spiritual element kill me? This is my power, my throne."

She picked up the little doll again, looked down at her, and said meaningfully.

"This little puppet is quite lovable. Many people have fought tooth and nail to get her, and staged tragedy after tragedy. Now I give it to you for free, but you despise it."

At this time, a brazier suddenly appeared in front of the woman, burning with flames. It seemed that Xia Mo didn't want it, so the woman would throw the little doll into the fire pit and burn it.

Xia Mo glanced at the little puppet that seemed to be about to drop the little pearl, and asked the woman in confusion.

"Why did you insist on giving me the little doll? If I don't want it, you can give it to someone else. Do I have to destroy it? What does it represent?"

"She is the bridge that bridges the obstacles between us. This time, your appearance means that you have betrayed them. Then we can become partners and swear an oath of blood alliance instead of fighting each other like in the past." said the woman.

Xia Mo was silent, and she said quietly.

"I came to Japan hoping to find out my origins. In your eyes, I am Surtur, the fire giant who destroyed the world in Norse mythology, right?"

Who else in this world can answer the question "Who am I?"

Do we have to wait until the Black King is resurrected? While beating him, he asked politely, "Do you know me?"
Black King: Divine Gold.

Hearing this, the woman looked at Xia Mo carefully and said, "You have lost weight and become a woman, but the aura you exude is definitely that of Surtel. I will not make a mistake."

Xia Mo had nothing to say. Perhaps she should have found the woman before the dice was thrown. At that time, the woman might be able to see some clues.

The dream is almost over.

The woman stroked the doll's head and said with a smile.

"Look, no one will come to save you. You are destined to become someone else's wedding dress and burn out like a crabapple flower."

After saying this, the woman was about to throw the little doll into the brazier and burn it to death.

Xia Mo witnessed this scene, and the little puppet actually shed tears. It seemed as if the soul of a little girl was hidden inside the puppet.

Xia Mo's soft side appeared again, and she felt sorry for the little puppet.

"Forget it, just give it to me." Xia Mo sighed.

"Honey, is this an excess of sympathy?" the woman asked with a smile.

"You are a weird person. You burned her in front of me. Aren't you just trying to take advantage of my sympathy?"

"That's true." The woman nodded in agreement.

She threw the doll to Xia Mo. The doll flew over the white gate. Xia Mo reached out to take it and held it in her arms. She looked down and saw that the doll's face was a little dirty from the smoke. She wiped it with the clean corner of her sleeve.

The woman looked at him calmly and spoke.

"I won't stop you from killing Masamune Tachibana, but I prefer the story to develop according to the original script, otherwise it will easily end badly."

"But the same old thing will bring the same old ending. I'll give you another gift, I hope it will be helpful to you."

The woman made a pistol gesture and dubbed for herself. With a "bang", Xia Mo fell to the ground as if she had been shot and fainted.

The woman turned around and walked towards the two-story building. Thick fog rose up and enveloped the world again.

……

Xia Mo opened her eyes and saw half of Ying's face.

In this situation, Xia Mo thought of an ancient poem.

Seen sideways as a peak on the side of the ridge, the height varies from far to far.

"Awake?" Sakura asked, looking down.

Xia Mo didn't answer. She turned her head and buried her face in Ying's belly. She smelled a pleasant floral scent, probably from some brand of shower gel that Ying used.

Sakura showed a troubled expression.

Rain drops hit the glass windows. Xia Mo took a nap and when she woke up it was already late at night. The sky was gloomy. It had rained a lot in Tokyo these days.

Yuan Zhisheng, who was driving, glanced at Xia Mo, who was stretching like a cat, from the rearview mirror and said coldly.

"We'll be at the bottom of Genji Heavy Industries in less than an hour. Get ready and think of... your lines."

"...Okay." Xia Mo answered in a muffled voice, and then asked Ying, "Sister Ying, can you help me check my back? My right shoulder blade is a little itchy."

Yuan Zhisheng:......

Ying looked at the young master warily, and Yuan Zhisheng reached out and lowered the rearview mirror in the car to prove his innocence.

Ying pulled aside one side of Xia Mo's short-sleeved shirt, revealing her round shoulders and a small piece of white jade-like back. She saw that a red spider lily had been tattooed on Xia Mo's left shoulder blade at some point.

In the dim environment inside the car, the red red spider lilies seemed to emit a strange fluorescence.

"What's on it?" Xia Mo asked.

"A flower." Sakura said.

"Ok?"

……

Downstairs of Genji Heavy Industries, the Yagi Hachika cleared the nearby streets and surrounded them with the half-bloods of the family. Tachibana Masamune was at the head, with a black-clad guard next to him holding a black umbrella for him.

The rain slid down the edge of the umbrella, and the water gurgled.

Everyone looked solemn and stood straight.

The headlights tore through the darkness, and a black Hummer stopped not far away.

Xia Mo and the others arrived.

　Two-in-one, the author sent them in the wrong order, please read the next chapter first and then this one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)