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

Chapter 409 Is this Mr. Odin Gattuso?
Xia Mo herself was not interested in Chu Tianjiao. His S-level bloodline was the best among any mixed-blood forces, and he was at the level of being a king and a marquis in ancient times.

But for Long Wo Wo, which is pursuing the elite route, one more or one less does not make much difference.

It has many secrets and is highly tied to the secret party, so there is no point in keeping them.

So when Xia Mo couldn't get any useful information from Chu Tianjiao, she took a laissez-faire attitude towards him. Whether Chu Tianjiao continued to stay in Rongcheng or returned to the academy had nothing to do with her.

Chu Tianjiao didn’t want to inform the college that he was still alive for the time being. He left his contact address and said goodbye alone. He wanted to go and see if something was still there after six years.

Goodbye, I won’t say goodbye. After Chu Tianjiao left, Xia Mi and Chu Zihang came back.

"Thank you very much this time." Chu Zihang said in a low voice.

"You're welcome. It's just a matter of convenience. We didn't expect your father to be a stand-in for Odin."

"Ah."

"Any thing else?"

"Gone."

Chu Zihang glanced at the clock on the wall. It was getting late and he didn't want to disturb him. Before Chu Tianjiao left, he told him to go for a walk. Chu Zihang felt that he couldn't even beat his father, so there was no point in worrying and he just let him go.

Odin was defeated by Xia Mo and will not take any further action for the time being unless he is stubborn.

Xia Mi looked at Chu Zihang's departing back, thoughtfully.

"He seems to be worried. Shouldn't he be happy that his father is back?"

"If it were you, would you be overjoyed when my father-in-law came back?"

"Uh... humans and dragons cannot be lumped together."

"Teacher Daye is right. In fact, happiness and troubles can appear at the same time without any contradiction or conflict. Long-lasting happiness is rare." Xia Mo sighed.

Since Chu Zihang is her "Deadpool", Xia Mo has some understanding of his situation, and when he approaches her, Chu Zihang conveys some negative emotions to her.

Maybe I feel I'm too weak.

Chu Tianjiao was not rescued by him, and Chu Zihang did not pursue a sense of ritual or have to do it personally to kill people.

But the experience of standing aside and caring about the lives of others, praying for support from others, and leaving the decision to fate is very unpleasant. Not everyone is used to being an NPC who issues tasks to heroes.

People feel happy only when they can save themselves.

Xia Mo guessed correctly. Chu Zihang was deeply aware of his limits. Even with the [Blood of Fenrir], he would only be able to be strengthened to A+ level.

This would be a super soldier on the battlefield today, not even a hero unit. It is unknown, fighting with extras in the corner, and dropping some garbage fragments when it is exploded.

With the same A+ bloodline, the dragon-transformed Xia Mi was able to defeat Odin's stand, while he and Deadpool fought back and forth without a clear winner.

The feeling of failure is strong.

As a mixed-blood, you can see the limit at a glance. Bloodline limits your power, and some people with strong bloodlines can easily do things that ordinary people can't do.

Therefore, Chu Zihang fell into confusion.

It is impossible for him to seek revenge on Odin in this life, not because the revenge for his father's murder was a mistake, but because he would probably only be worthy of being Odin's "nail clippers" after working hard all his life.

power, he needs enough power!

Mr. Fenrir, help me.

……

After staying in Rongcheng for half a month, it’s almost time to go back to Kassel College.

Norton's research on the Odin Summoner has come to a standstill. This is a big project and he needs to return to the capital to study it with Constantine, so Norton said goodbye after receiving Xia Mo's order.

Before Norton left, Xia Mo told Norton the idea of ​​building Nibelungen.

Norton said that as long as the resources are in place, a mobile city can be built for you, and a city defense cannon is comparable to your ancestral launcher. Resources are easy to say, go find Yuan Zhinv, he will become the best parasite of the Eight Snakes.

After returning to Kassel Academy, Xia Mo packed up her spoils of war in Nibelungen, some related material fragments, and the remains of Deadpool and handed them over to the Elders' Council. Anyway, they were the only ones who knew what happened in Nibelungen, and they could make up stories at will after grasping the information gap.

The elders greatly appreciated Xia Mo's ability to defeat Odin and did not dwell too much on the details this time.

After Xia Mo finished her report and walked out of Valhalla, she looked up at the sky and saw the sun was shining brightly.

"Clap clap."

There was a round of applause.

Xia Mo turned her head and saw a man in a white suit walking up to her. He was a stranger, but he looked very similar to Caesar, both of them were cynical, but this man seemed even more unserious.

"Ms. Xia Mo, nice to meet you." The man took out a red rose and handed it to Xia Mo like a magic trick, with a smile on his face. With his handsome face, few girls would not be moved, no matter if they were loli or mature women.

Xia Mo didn't take it, but looked up and down at this showy man.

"I forgot to introduce myself. I am Pompey Gattuso, the current head of the Gattuso family and Caesar's father. My brother Frost caused you trouble some time ago. I have already lectured him."

"Caesar's father?" Xia Mo was very surprised.

"Yes, I wonder if you have seen the envelope I sent you earlier. I have been waiting for your reply."

"You mean the pole dancing?"

"That's right." Pompey snapped his fingers.

"Mr. Pompey, you didn't ask for a reply in your letter." Xia Mo smiled and asked with interest, "Speaking of which, we have had several opportunities to meet, such as the time in the cathedral. This was our first meeting, right?"

"Yes, Miss Xia Mo's beauty..."

"I don't need Mr. Pompey's compliments. This is somewhat different from what I thought," Xia Mo said slowly. She looked around and saw no one around. A playful smile appeared on her face. "Mr. Pompey, or... Odin?"

[Pompey Gattuso - Odin]
These words appeared in Xia Mo's mind.

Pompey was stunned. Although his appearance at this moment was inevitably conspicuous, he came to "thank" Xia Mo for teaching Odin a lesson for Gattuso, representing Gattuso's sincerity.

But why is Xia Mo so sure that he is Odin?

"Odin? That's not funny." Pompey suppressed his cynical and frivolous look and said seriously, "If I were Odin, wouldn't I be stabbing myself? The losses of the Gattuso family are still being estimated."

"That was Jörmungandr in disguise. You have a substitute, and I can also give you a substitute. Of course it's temporary." Xia Mo said lightly, directly revealing the explosive information.

"Aren't you afraid that I will tell the Elders that she is the Dragon King Jörmungandr?"

"Then I can also say that you are Odin, but the elders may not believe it. But what about Ange? I think I have a certain position in his heart, and I will not be so angry as to slander you."

"Ange, you are right." Pompey said helplessly.

"What happened between us can be attributed to a fight between dragons," Xia Mo said softly, "Opening the box is a trick that humans like to play, and it is not worthy of being shown on the stage."

Pompey thought about it, and he followed Xia Mo's words, "It is indeed not presentable, and a bit mean."

"If you expect to convict and kill me with just a name or an identity, are you overestimating the half-bloods, or underestimating the power of the Dragon King?"

"So don't do this again. It's boring. I can't kill you, and you can't kill me either."

"However, the barefoot are not afraid of the ones wearing shoes. The monk can run away but the temple cannot. If I want to destroy your family and its thousand-year foundation, you can't stop me." Xia Mo said bluntly.

"Next time, it won't just be Jörmungandr."

Pompey, sensing the naked threat, couldn't help but burst into laughter, he said.

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)