Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 307 How come there really is a cat stealing fish?!
"Are you trying to help me or burn my house down?!"

Xia Mi stared wide-eyed at the seemingly gentle yet extremely dangerous flame in Chu Zihang's hand, almost blurting out, "Are you planning to burn down my house so I'll be homeless and then take me in to do some unspeakable things?"

But she quickly remembered her persona, put on an "Wow, this is amazing!" look, and leaned closer, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the ball of flame in her palm.
"Wait! Senior brother, is this your Word of Power? It looks amazing."

Chu Zihang looked at the girl whose fair face was slightly flushed by the flames beside him, and subtly pulled his hand back, extinguishing the flames in his palm.

The power of Junyan is terrifying; even the small explosion in his hand is comparable to a high-explosive grenade. Whether Xia Mi is faking it or not, it's not appropriate for her to get that close.

"It's just a glance, why be so stingy?" Xia Mi puffed out her cheeks and turned around, but quickly smiled again:
"But since you're willing to help, I'll forgive you."

As she spoke, she parted her slender legs slightly, pointed one finger at the weeds in the yard, and softly chanted the ancient and mysterious dragon script.

Chu Zihang couldn't understand, but he knew she was releasing a spell. He shifted his gaze from the girl's slender back to where her fingertips were pointing.

Suddenly, the weeds and fallen leaves in the courtyard began to sway, and the invisible wind element gathered in this space, transforming from a gentle breeze into a light wind, and then, with the girl's chanting, gradually evolving into a strong wind that made people raise their hands to cover their faces.

The girl's long, jet-black hair fluttered in the wind, and Chu Zihang could smell a faint fragrance that masked the rotten and unpleasant odor in the courtyard.

"Whoosh-"

A strong wind was blowing in the courtyard, and the leaves and grass clippings were moving with the wind, outlining a miniature tornado.

Chu Zihang shifted his gaze from the girl's hair to the howling tornado.

This is the Word of Power: Eye of the Wind King, a high-risk Word of Power with serial number 74 on the Word of Power periodic table. Under certain circumstances, the harm it can unleash is even more terrifying than the Lord's Flame.

After all, wind is the most uncontrollable element in nature. The tornado generated by the Word of Power: Eye of the Wind King is only under control at the beginning. If you are not careful, it may evolve into a super storm.

And it was this kind of Word of Power, with both a high lower limit and a high upper limit, that Xia Mi used as a natural weeding machine.

"Crash, lala, lala -"

Miniature tornadoes raged through the courtyard, snapping weeds in their wake and swirling up fallen leaves and branches scattered everywhere.

The girl manipulated the manually operated lawnmower, moving it rhythmically. Suddenly, she turned halfway around, a small, smug smile spreading across her face.

Although he didn't speak, the way he looked at Chu Zihang seemed to say, "Senior brother, am I amazing? Praise me!"

Chu Zihang met her eyes, which seemed to hold a sky full of stars, and as if he understood her meaning, he said earnestly, "Be careful, the Eye of the Wind King can easily cause accidental injury in confined spaces..."

Before she could finish speaking, a dry branch the size of a child's arm broke free from the tornado's grasp and came crashing down on Xia Mi's head as she turned around to gloat.

Startled by the sound of wind breaking, Xia Mi turned around abruptly, her face turning pale as she instinctively pulled her hand back to shield herself.

Just as she closed her eyes and prepared to crouch down to protect herself, Chu Zihang, who had been watching her performance from behind and witnessed the accident, quickly stepped forward and pulled her behind him. At the same time, he smashed the withered branch with a left-handed punch.

"boom--"

As withered branches crumbled into rotten fragments and flew away, the out-of-control miniature tornado instantly dissipated into a chaotic gale. Grass clippings and fallen leaves trapped within it scattered in all directions, and the gale made the old trees in the courtyard sway violently, as if one were in a rain of fallen leaves.

Xia Mi half-squatted, slightly loosened her hands that were holding her head, and cautiously peered through a slit in her eyelids before suddenly opening them wide.

Amidst the falling leaves, a cold and aloof young man stood before her, his messy black hair swaying in the wind, revealing a full forehead, sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, thin lips, and a sharply defined jawline.

Debris filled the air, but it was blocked by the boy's not-so-broad shoulders and back, leaving her untouched. A strong sense of security enveloped the girl.

Hmph, the hero saves the damsel in distress plot may be old-fashioned, but old-fashioned is classic, and classic never goes out of style.

Surrender to my charm!
The girl thought this to herself, and then let out a soft gasp of surprise:
"Oh hoo~"

Chu Zihang turned around following the sound and saw a newly sprouted grass gently fall, pressing down on the girl's upturned hair, making her look like a slightly confused fairy girl instead of an elegant and lovely forest elf.

Meeting her grateful and admiring gaze, Chu Zihang reached out and brushed away the grass sprouts for her, as if he had practiced it dozens or hundreds of times, with practiced ease and naturalness.

But he had clearly done such intimate things with women. The only similarity was when he was a child and his mother bent down to brush off grass clippings when he got them on him while playing outside.

Seeing him staring at her, slightly lost in thought, Xia Mi felt proud and smug, but her fair face involuntarily flushed slightly.

In the end, she reacted first, taking a half step back to avoid Chu Zihang's hand. Her pretty face was flushed, but she said earnestly, "Senior brother, you can't just touch a girl's head like that."

After saying that, he turned around and patted his barren chest, muttering to himself, "Xia Mi, don't fall in love! Be careful not to get swayed! Beware of fire, theft, and your senior brother!"

Chu Zihang looked at her, his eyes slightly lowered, and said nothing. Only after the girl had feigned alertness for a moment did he speak:

Be careful next time.

"I know, this time you'll be watching over me, Senior Brother." Xia Mi bent her arm to show off muscles that weren't actually there: "Actually, I'm pretty good."

"Yes." Chu Zihang did not deny it.

To erase his memory and make everyone who knows her forget her is not something an ordinary person can do.

Looking at the mess in the courtyard, Xia Mi sighed, feeling like crying but unable to, and decided to give up: "Oh well, it's cleaned up now, let's just leave it like this for now."

As she spoke, she glanced regretfully at Chu Zihang's well-defined hands: "It's a pity this is the city center, otherwise it would have been so much easier to just pile them up and set them on fire."

"Should I call a cleaning company to come to my home?" Chu Zihang asked, taking out his phone.

"Forget it, there's no need." Xia Mi shook her head and walked towards the villa, which had been damaged and was covered with fallen grass, with her hands behind her back.

This place holds too many secrets and memories; she doesn't want anyone else to come near.

When he left, he even threatened the naughty kids in the neighborhood, saying that the place was haunted and that if they dared to come, they would be caught and locked up underground for ten days or half a month until they were starving and unrecognizable before being released.

Pushing open the door, what hits you isn't just dust, but also the musty smell of wood products and the old house that has been neglected for years.

Xia Mi frowned, suppressing the urge to sneeze: "Sorry, I haven't had time to tidy up yet, so I can't make you any tea."

"No need." Chu Zihang entered the house later and saw that all the furniture was covered with a layer of plastic tarpaulin, indicating that no one had lived there for a long time.

It's obvious that even if she had returned two days ago as she claimed, she would never have stayed here.

"Since you're already here, would you like to help me tidy up the house?" Xia Mi revealed her true colors, flashing a smile that showed her canine teeth. Chu Zihang looked around and nodded slightly: "Where's the broom?"

He is a man of action.

“There.” Xia Mi didn’t stand on ceremony and ordered him around with remarkable ease and familiarity: “Senior brother, you sweep the dust first, I’ll go wash the mop.”

Chu Zihang nodded, watching her rush off to the toilet with a mop to fetch water, and then rush outside to turn on the tap. He felt that she was just an ordinary girl.

It has emotions and desires, it's cute and adorable, it's not some messy thing.

"Senior brother, what are you standing there for?" Xia Mi turned back and saw Chu Zihang standing there in a daze. Suddenly, he slapped his forehead:
"Oh, I forgot my mask, wait for me~"

After saying that, she ran upstairs with light steps, like a carefree little deer.

After rummaging through the drawers for a while, she took out two individually packaged masks and rubber gloves: "Sorry, senior, the conditions are a bit simple, please make do with it."

"It's nothing." Chu Zihang is also a bit of a germaphobe, but not severely so.

He was just trying to recall how much he had forgotten and what kind of story he and she had shared.

Working together as a team makes the work easier.
Although they were from wealthy families, Chu Zihang was quite efficient at housework, and Xia Mi was not one to be pampered. The two worked together seamlessly and quickly cleaned the first-floor living room until it was sparkling clean.

It's not exactly spotless, but at least everything within sight is clean and tidy.

"Does the room need cleaning?" Chu Zihang looked at the closed door. Xia Mi didn't answer, and he didn't touch it either.

"No need, no need, we'll talk about that later." The girl waved her hand. Those places had never been used before, and they were filled with unrelated clutter, including a lot of insect repellent and deodorizer.

However, the insect repellent was only for psychological purposes; even mosquitoes dared not approach her where she was.

Chu Zihang looked up at the ceiling.

Xia Mi hesitated a little upon seeing this, biting her lower lip and showing a conflicted expression: "That's my private little world up there. Are you very curious, senior brother? If you really want to see it, I'm not against it."

This wasn't a ploy to lure him in; rather, many of the furnishings upstairs remained as they were. If Chu Zihang went up and saw familiar scenes, it might trigger the seal on his memories, causing him to recall some past events.

It's not time yet.

Fortunately, Chu Zihang wasn't as keen on digging into other people's gossip as Finger. Since Xia Mi wasn't comfortable with it, he wouldn't force her. He just looked at the stairs leading to the second floor, as if he had stepped up there more than once, sharing a room with the girl in her private world.

However, he quickly looked away and turned to Xia Mi: "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

He thought Xia Mi would test him a lot during their time alone, but she didn't ask anything. She just hummed a nice little tune while working, acting like an ordinary, energetic, and beautiful girl.

Xia Mi hesitated for two seconds, then nodded: "I'll take you."

This time, Xia Mi didn't climb over the wall again. She found a hammer and quickly knocked off the rusted lock, planning to buy a new one later.

Chu Zihang asked if she wanted a ride, but she declined with a smile, saying that she would invite him over next time she had tidied up her house.

Of course, they also mentioned inviting her to any events or activities.

"Anyway, there's a direct bus from here to the Regent Hotel. I'll come find you guys again tomorrow." Xia Mi said, her hands behind her back, as she looked at the black-haired boy in the Maybach.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she rested her hand on the car window and asked:
"By the way, senior, were the people in that Mercedes behind you the seniors from the Kassel admissions office who came with you?"
If I go to see you tomorrow, will it affect your interview?!

Chu Zihang's thinking was flawed; he assumed Xia Mi's target had always been him, and that there was no need to keep information about Lao Tang and Long Ma Xun a secret. He shook his head and said:

“That’s your senior brother Lu’s friend.”

Xia Mi couldn't possibly be satisfied with this tiny amount of information, but she didn't ask any further questions, only jokingly remarking with a smile:
"Senior, you need to work harder! Senior Lu has already found a girlfriend, while you are still single. Don't you have any pretty senior girls or classmates pursuing you?"
Or are you waiting for an incredibly cute and beautiful female freshman to enroll?

Upon hearing this, Chu Zihang glanced at her subconsciously, then looked away as if nothing had happened, a fleeting ripple appearing in his eyes.

Xia Mi meant it as a joke, but when she caught the change in his eyes, she instantly became alert.

What's going on?
Are there really cats stealing fish?
The girl's eyes turned dangerous, but quickly regained their clarity, as if she had just been joking:
"Hey, senior brother, you look so guilty, did I just hit the nail on the head?"

Chu Zihang had a sudden feeling of unease, but it was fleeting.

He shook his head, his voice as calm and indifferent as ever: "No."

You better be!

The girl smiled, planning to add Fingel on QQ that evening. Judging from his demeanor, he was a master at gathering intelligence and must know a lot of juicy gossip.

Therefore, there was no further entanglement; they simply waved goodbye.

Chu Zihang nodded in acknowledgment, then drove away.

The world in the rearview mirror receded into the distance, soon being covered by lush greenery again. The girl's slender figure disappeared from sight. Chu Zihang felt a strange sense of relief, as if he had escaped a disaster, but he didn't know why.

At the villa entrance, Xia Mi stood there watching the Maybach's engine roar fade into the distance. Once again, she was alone in the quiet forest, feeling as if she had returned to a long time ago, bidding farewell to her only guest.

Looking down at the rusty iron lock in her hand, a molten gold ignited in the girl's eyes, and she softly uttered two words:
"Jun Yan".

As soon as he finished speaking, an intense heat rose from his palm, and the iron lock gradually turned red and hot under the scorching heat of the flames.

He tapped the lock lightly with the hammer in his right hand, and layers of rust peeled off.

She blew a light breath, like a biting winter wind, and the iron lock quickly cooled down, becoming shiny and new again.

The girl casually hung the newly repaired lock on the door and hummed a little tune as she went back inside.

"Hmph, I'll let you off this time."

It wasn't that she didn't want to find out the news, but she was finally no longer alone at home. Her husband, who had been by her side for many years, had returned, and she didn't want to spoil this beautiful and warm moment.

Even if it's just a lie, it's still precious to her.

(End of this chapter)