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

Chapter 2 Her name is Xia Mi, she is a beautiful girl
Hybrid stalking?

The great Dragon King Jörmungandr, let's call him Teacher Daye for short, Xia Mo learned a lot about this world from Teacher Daye and came to know that there are many hybrids among humans.

Just by hearing the name, you can tell that they are mixed-race. However, they are not the result of the mingling of human blood. Instead, they are a special race that was born from weak people using despicable and cruel means to get the blood of noble dragons contaminated.

Every hybrid is like Kaneki Ken in Tokyo Ghoul, neither human nor dragon, stuck in between, enduring this loneliness. Of course, some people are so excited that they think they are the protagonists of the world.

It should be noted that dragons and hybrids are mortal enemies, and there is no possibility of them getting along in a friendly manner.

Xia Mo woke up in an abandoned bus station. She was weak, and the tender white soles of her bare feet were scratched by sharp stones. The trickles of blood attracted the hybrids nearby and the Dragon King Jörmungandr in the distance. It can be seen that Xia Mo's bloodline is not low, she is a third-generation hybrid.

The mixed-race who was attracted here mistakenly thought that Xia Mo was also a mixed-race, but he had bad intentions and attempted to violate Xia Mo, the beautiful and holy goddess, but was then killed in return.

That was the first time Xia Mo ignited the golden eyes that symbolized the dragon, and they continued to burn. Her bloodline was not stable enough, but the surging power was enough to kill the offending bastard.

Jörmungandr came later and helped deal with the body, and then she took it home.

"Teacher Daye, you are so lame and not professional at all." Xia Mo said bad things in her heart.

She suspected that the hybrid following her was a fellow creature of the one who had been cremated and turned to ashes.

As the sun sets, the tall buildings in front of the old community completely block out the light, making the alley dark. The public security in this area has always been a problem.

In fact, Jörmungandr chose this place as his hiding place not to keep a low profile, but because the housing prices were cheap.

Otherwise, Xia Mo would not go out to do odd jobs to supplement the family income.

The dignified Dragon King Jörmungandr is actually a poor guy?
How has it been going on for thousands of years?

Xia Mo didn’t know that Jörmungandr had also been in a cocoon and had a mentally retarded brother.

After all, someone was following her, so Xia Mo did not go home directly, but wandered in the alleys. The older the neighborhood, the more complex and narrow the alleys were. Soon, the person following Xia Mo approached a dead end.

The other party realized that he was discovered and was about to turn around, but then he was kicked in the butt without anyone noticing, leaving him in a helpless state.

"That's it?" Xia Mo raised her eyebrows.

"Word spirit. Ghost wins!"

The other party recited Long Wen hoarsely, and it translated into Sequence 09 Ghost Victory.

The effective range of this word spirit is the person who releases it. The person who releases it commands his or her body to completely forget the pain and thus exert the maximum power.

In other words, strengthen your body.

Oh, that’s very neat.

Xia Mo opened her palm and caught the fist that was swinging at her. In the dim vision, her black contact lenses could not cover up her dazzling golden pupils. The bloodline of the third generation was definitely high-level among the mixed-bloods, so...

The tracker's weak golden eyes collapsed. He seemed to see a roaring dragon in the girl's body. He knelt down instinctively with a look of fear.

Xia Mo kicked the stalker against the wall again, making a heavy muffled thud. The stalker covered his chest and coughed up blood.

A rib was broken.

Xia Mo slowly walked forward, squatted down, looked at the follower, and tore off his disguise mask. However, this trick could not hide from the dragon's sharp eyes.

Asian, young, mixed race, unknown.

This is the intuitive information Xia Mo obtained.

"Why are you following me?" Xia Mo asked calmly, without any anger about the invasion of privacy.

The tracker was not a tough guy and told the truth under the watchful eyes of a third-generation pure-blooded dragon.

Xia Mo killed the [One-eyed Wolf].

One-eyed wolf... Xia Mo thought of the hybrid that she had chopped into pieces in a burst of courage in self-defense. It was indeed a one-eyed wolf.

"Who are you to him?"

Brother? Son?
"Creditor!" the stalker gritted his teeth.

Xia Mo tilted her head.

"How much does he owe you?"

"Five hundred thousand dollars."

Half a million dollars in the early 2000s. Xia Mo calculated the number in her heart and couldn't help but feel sympathy for the stalker.

Everyone is gone.

The money can't be paid back.

"I have two questions," Xia Mo thought for a moment and asked, "First, how did you find me? Second, how did he owe you half a million dollars?"

The stalker answered truthfully, "I am at the mercy of others and have no choice but to cooperate."

Friends who often kill people know that killing is easy but dealing with the body is difficult. When Jörmungandr saw that there was no one around and the surveillance was broken, he simply burned the body to ashes.

Chinese people pay attention to cremation, which is also considered to be a good deed.

However, stupid Jörmungandr knew nothing about human investigation, and her imitation of humans was not good enough. Through the surveillance on the roadside, it was quickly confirmed that Xia Mo and Jörmungandr were likely to have met the one-eyed wolf before his death.

"I posted a commission on the hunter website to investigate the dragon veins of this city. According to Feng Shui..." The stalker Balabala said, in short, the second-tier small town might be hiding a revived dragon.

Xia Mo felt guilty. Could this giant dragon be her?
When I woke up, it was a rainy night. It shouldn't be considered a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth, right?

If we ignore the situations such as a large number of animals being restless, unstable dragon veins, and chaos among the four elements.

"What is this hunter website?" Xia Mo asked.

The Hunter website is similar to an online black market, where capable people take over commissions. Most of them are gray industries, and also include supernatural events.

The price is fair and the remuneration is good.

The one-eyed wolf is a hunter, a half-breed hunter.

"Who is standing behind you?" Xia Mo asked again.

Five hundred thousand dollars is not a small number. Xia Mo doesn't think that the stalker can afford it. Judging from his temperament, he is just a follower.

"Since the one-eyed wolf is dead, why don't we cooperate? Your bloodline is worse than mine and very strong. It's easy to talk about the reward... I say, I come from an enemy family."

Enemies: I’ve never heard of them. They’re probably a mixed-race family.

"What are you looking for a dragon for?"

"That's a dragon. It is said that its blood can be used as a medicine and has the magical effect of bringing the dead back to life." The stalker exclaimed enthusiastically.

I didn't even know I was Tang Monk's flesh, Xia Mo thought.

"You know, in a society ruled by law, killing is a very troublesome thing." Xia Mo took out white gloves from the pocket of his overalls and said calmly.

The stalker's face changed. He thought Xia Mo was going to kill him to silence him after getting the information. He struggled to get up, but under Xia Mo's gaze, he felt powerless all over.

Is this bloodline suppression?

"Pleasant to work with."

Xia Mo extended her hand wearing a white glove.

The stalker was stunned.

Eventually, the stalker left a phone number and made off with the money.

Xia Mo looked at the man's disappearing back in silence.

Killing was no longer something that condemned her conscience, perhaps influenced by the dragon's thinking.

But Xia Mo firmly believed that she was not as cruel as the dragon, she had a human heart and would not kill innocent people.

Besides, there is no benefit in killing people, so why bother yourself with trouble?

Xia Mo glanced at the blood-stained dice in her mind. The last time she killed someone, she got ten points and exchanged them for a dice, but she had not used it yet.

Who knows what the result will be when the dice is thrown?
Xia Mo looked up at the darkening sky and thought seriously whether she could still buy discounted bean sprouts if she rushed to the vegetable market now.

Then, Xia Mo looked towards the building where the lights were on.

It seems like someone is peeping.

……

Ye Sheng's back was soaked with sweat.

His words are good at investigating intelligence and have no form, but Ye Sheng felt that the girl had discovered him.

"Norma, I need you to collect information about the young mixed-race who is not recorded in the academy's archives." Ye Sheng whispered.

He and Jude Aki were originally sent to investigate the suspected revival of the city's dragon. He accidentally ran into the hybrid who was following Xia Mo, and thought it was a clue, but unexpectedly he found a good seedling.

Her bloodline is probably A-level.

Ye Sheng guessed.

The lair of the Dragon King Jörmungandr is Unit 31, Building 15 in the old residential area, with a big sycamore tree in front of the door.

Xia Mo knocked on the door.

"coming."

There was a sound of brisk footsteps, and the girl in school uniform opened the door. She saw the bean sprouts in the plastic bag that Xia Mo was carrying, and smiled, "Thank you for buying the vegetables."

"Yes, I'm having a hard time." Xia Mo said, "Xia Mi."

The Dragon King Jörmungandr, also known as Shami, is a beautiful girl.

　Teacher Daye's Longwowo in FZ City has the same address and name as the one in Beijing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)