Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 315 Xia Mi devises a clever plan, Old Tang almost loses his virginity

No one knew that after Lu Mingfei killed the local indigenous mixed-race god in Japan and returned to China, he immediately killed the avatar of Odin, the chief god of Norse mythology.

While Xia Mi was in the abandoned villa, she was still thinking about how to deal with Norton. There wasn't much tacit understanding between them, and their relationship wasn't good enough for them to tacitly conceal each other's identities. Norton was an obstacle that she couldn't get around if she wanted to continue to stay by Chu Zihang's side.

We need to find a way to get him out of the way!
By the way, isn't that S-rank hunter from the Secret Service going on a hunting mission? Tomorrow, find an excuse to have Chu Zihang take this junior student, who hasn't even started school yet, to experience what it's like to hunt pureblood dragons.

This also serves to stop him from constantly thinking about Odin; that guy isn't someone he can easily mess with now.

If I were to go into the Nibelungen again, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get out.

With her small frame, she could at most call for help; if she went in herself, the chances of survival would be slim.

Therefore, proceed with caution!

The girl made up her mind, took out her phone and sent a message to Chu Zihang.

Yes, today she has achieved what all the young girls at Shilan Middle School dream of – obtaining Chu Zihang's contact information, including but not limited to his phone number and QQ.

"Senior brother, are you there?"

As the saying goes, "If you're here, you're bound to be a clown at the start."

But what if the person sending "Are you there?" is an incredibly cute female junior?

But then again...

Chu Zihang's reply was swift and brief: "?"

Xia Mi didn't mind that Chu Zihang's reply was too brief, and typed to ask him what he was doing.

"drive."

"You dare to use your phone while driving?" Xia Mi was going to lay the groundwork first, but she didn't expect Chu Zihang to be so obedient. After replying with an "okay," he went completely silent and didn't even reply to her messages.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and with a sudden burst of strength, she sprang up from the bed, crossed her legs, and stared intently at the screen. After about ten minutes, the person on the other end finally replied:

"Back at the hotel, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Not going home so late at night but staying in a hotel?" Xia Mi, afraid that this stubborn guy would misunderstand her again, stopped with the preamble and went straight to the point:
"You guys weren't secretly doing something big behind my back, were you?"

They were thinking of storming Odin's Nibelungen during the day, would they try to storm it again tonight?

They're really treating Odin like Zhuge Liang, preparing to make three visits to Nibelungen.

As Chu Zihang was pondering how to reply, Fingel, without any sense of boundaries, leaned over. He was wearing an ill-fitting suit jacket, so at least he didn't look like a member of the Beggars' Sect: "Yo, chatting with a junior?"

Hearing this, Lu Mingfei also came over, and the two equally boundless individuals surrounded Chu Zihang from the left and right, resembling strategists advising their good brothers:

"Just say we're planning to go to an internet cafe to play games together, and we're one short, and ask her if she wants to come."

"..."

Looking at the two of them, Chu Zihang felt that his mentality was still not stable enough. Ever since leaving Nibelungen, he had been reviewing the shortcomings of the battle in his mind, but these two...

Lu Mingfei is alright; he's the absolute top in terms of combat power. Anyone could tell from his earlier fight with Odin that he was testing Odin's trump cards. In a real fight, he would be defeated in one move.

But why was Fingel able to keep his sword hidden for eight years, and then quickly revert to his shameless self after unleashing his hidden sword and making a name for himself?

They just attacked Odin, not some random cat or dog on the street.

Perhaps only Caesar could truly empathize with him.

Thinking this to himself, Chu Zihang half-heartedly brushed it off, saying, "I went to ask someone about something, it's nothing serious."

Everything except that "person" is real.

After all, in Lu Mingfei and Erii's view, clearing Nibelungen was just a matter of running a dungeon. Fingel's opinion didn't matter; the minority had to submit to the majority, so it was a trivial matter.

"So, what are your plans for tomorrow, senior brothers?" Xia Mi started to press. "If you're going anywhere to have fun, take me with you. I'll bring you snacks."

Seeing this, Fingel's eyes lit up: "Junior brother, quickly agree! I haven't received any treats from junior sisters in a long time."

"Stop acting crazy." Lu Mingfei raised his hand and pushed Fingel's head away. Ever since that heartfelt conversation that afternoon, the interaction between the two of them had been like being doused with a bucket of lubricant, even smoother than Dove chocolate.

The elevator doors opened, and he pulled Erii with one hand and Fingal with the other towards the suite, leaving Chu Zihang space to do as he pleased without being disturbed.

The experiences of the past life cannot be applied to this life. The relationship between Xia Mi and Chu Zihang can only be left to fate, and Lu Mingfei should not interfere arbitrarily.

After all, judging from the current trend, if Chu Zihang wants to follow the path of his previous life, he will probably have to switch to the hidden class of Dragon Knight.

Upon arriving at the presidential suite, Fingel was just about to go in to shower and change before dinner when he noticed Lu Mingfei and Erii following him in. He asked in confusion:

"Junior brothers, what are you going to do? Are you going to watch me take a bath?"

She covered her face with a slightly embarrassed expression and said, "Well, I'm not ready to dedicate myself to art yet."

Lu Mingfei smiled warmly: "Then are you prepared to sacrifice everything for art?"

"What is purification?" Fingel is very knowledgeable about Chinese culture, but this is a blind spot in his knowledge.

You've probably heard the theme song for Ikkyu-san, right?

"I heard."

"How did you sing it again?"

"Giggle giggle giggle giggle Ikkyu..." Fingel suddenly understood halfway through the song, and quickly ran back to his room with his legs clamped together.

"What's wrong with him?" Erii asked, puzzled, not understanding why Fingel suddenly ran away halfway through his song.

"It's nothing, just intermittent mental instability. A beating will fix it," Lu Mingfei said with a smile.

"Why not go back?" She looked down at her red shrine maiden outfit. Although Lu Mingfei and the umbrella had helped shield her from the rain, she had gone to an unclean place and killed a lot of monsters. Given the opportunity, she naturally wanted to take a good bath to keep herself clean.

"Ahem, Old Tang isn't available right now." Lu Mingfei's eyes were slightly strange. He hadn't expected that Chu Zihang's progress bar hadn't moved yet, while Long Ma Xun was almost ready to complete his job change.

This is really...

As expected of an American of Chinese descent, some of these stereotypes are indeed not unfounded.

He silently lit a candle for Old Tang in his heart.

Sorry, Lao Tang, I got back a little early.

Sorry, Constantine, your brother might be getting married soon.

Just then, Chu Zihang came in after sending the message, and asked, "What did Xia Mi say?" Chu Zihang said that Xia Mi had somehow learned about Cheng Shuangfan's dragon-hunting operation, and her words implied that she wanted to see the world, asking him if there was a chance to take her to do something that a real dragon slayer should do.

"What a coincidence?" Lu Mingfei's eyes were strange. Old Tang's disguise had just been exposed by that dragon named "Shao Nanqin," and now Xia Mi was also rushing to reveal his identity.

But that's not necessarily true. Xia Mi is clearly more cunning and is more than twice as smart as Lao Tang.

Wait a minute, Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes slightly.

He recalled a detail: on the way back to the hotel at noon, Xia Mi's gaze lingered on Lao Tang's car several times, each time seemingly unintentional but actually carrying a hidden meaning.

Given her current image as a junior student, she could openly express her curiosity. However, her attention to Lao Tang's vehicle was fleeting and unnoticed throughout the journey, and she didn't even ask who was in the car behind them.

It was as if... they were afraid of attracting Old Tang's attention.

Oh, Moses Roy (interesting).

Lu Mingfei's mind raced, sorting out many doubts, but he didn't say much. He simply said to Chu Zihang, "Then why don't you take her to join in the fun?"

This mission happens to be quite meaningful.

Unlike what happened next door, Old Tang is still a human being; he hasn't yet found his past self.

But Xia Mi... it's hard to say.

He wanted to see if Shao Nanqin and Shao Nanyin, the twins who were human and dragon respectively, truly had feelings that transcended species, and whether they could help break the shackles of fate.

Before we could even exchange a few words, the sound of the door opening in the next suite broke the silence of the corridor.

Old Tang pushed open the half-closed door, a few suspicious red marks still remaining on his face, but he pretended to be calm and leaned against the door frame, deliberately keeping his distance—as if afraid that his body odor would drift over.

"So, did you find the real culprit?" he asked casually.

"I only took down one of the clones." Lu Mingfei answered, barely suppressing a laugh, but his gaze involuntarily lingered on Old Tang's swollen lips. "Old Tang, did you secretly order some super spicy hot pot just now?"

"No, I've been waiting for you guys to come back for dinner," Old Tang denied immediately, but then suddenly noticed that the three people on the sofa were staring at him with strange looks. Especially Erii, whose big eyes were fixed on his mouth, full of curiosity.

He subconsciously pursed his lips, and immediately felt a tingling sensation. Under the guise of looking at his phone, he secretly glanced at the screen.

Goodness, his lips are swollen like two sausages.

This girl, Xun, is probably a vacuum cleaner that has come to life!
Old Tang coughed twice, abruptly changing the subject: "What about Old Feng? Did he die a heroic death?"

Fingel, who finished the fight in three minutes and walked out of the bathroom: o_O???
He dried his wet hair, his face full of questions: "Wait, did I teach you this word so you could use it on me?"

"Well, we should learn from the barbarians to control them," Old Tang waved his hand.

“Hey, you little brat…” Fingel pointed at him, wanting to say something, but seeing his current appearance, and then looking at the couple on the sofa, and Chu Zihang who had an impure relationship with two pretty female students, he turned around and went into the bathroom.

Seeing this, Old Tang reached out to stop him, saying, "Old Feng, aren't you going to eat?"

"I'm full, a little stuffed, need to digest!" Fingel's voice came from the crack in the door, his tone flat, but his resentment was greater than a ghost's.

"What's going on? Wasn't he taking a shower? Why..." Old Tang looked at Lu Mingfei in confusion, who chuckled:
"You were showing off your love too much, and it hurt him."

"Oh..." Old Tang nodded as if he understood, then excitedly said, "Let's eat, I'm starving."

Everyone says that being in a relationship can create a calorie deficit, and he just checked; it's true that it burns a lot of calories.

……

The night was as dark as ink. Shao Nanyin leaned against the wall in the entryway, her fingertips tapping unconsciously on her arm. She waited for a long time until she finally heard familiar footsteps outside the door—light, fleeting, and with a touch of joyful stagger.

The moment the door lock turned, a strong smell of alcohol eagerly seeped in through the crack in the door.

Shao Nanyin's face instantly darkened.

She flung open the door, and before Shao Nanqin could even finish saying, "Nanyin, I'm back~", she grabbed her sister's wrist, dragged her into the house, and pressed her down on the sofa.

"Shao, Nan, Qin." She enunciated each word clearly, looking down at the drunkard trying to fool her with blinking: "What did I tell you before I left?"

"Um..." Shao Nanqin shrank her neck and obediently recited like she was memorizing a text, "I don't eat cold food, I don't drink beverages that are out of my sight, I don't reveal my personal information casually, and I don't lower my standards just because the other person is good-looking..."

"Anything else?" Shao Nanyin squinted her eyes.

"No, no drinking..." Shao Nanqin lowered her head, then secretly looked up at her sister with wet eyes, looking like a little puppy that had done something wrong.

"Shao Nanqin! You've really made something of yourself!" Shao Nanyin gritted her teeth in anger, her finger almost poking her sister's forehead. "You dare to drink during your period?! Have some vixen bewitched you?!"

"Well... the atmosphere's right..." Shao Nanqin scratched her cheek, her voice trailing off, "It just feels like something's missing if we don't have a drink..."

"Missing what? I think you're missing your brain!"

Shao Nanyin pinched her sister's cheek and pulled her outward with a force that was neither too light nor too heavy: "Who was rolling around in bed in pain this morning? Did you forget the pain after taking painkillers?"
Next time you catch a cold and take cephalosporin, and that guy surnamed Cheng invites you for drinks, are you going to chug two bottles right away because the 'atmosphere' is right?!

"It's not that exaggerated..." Shao Nanqin muttered softly, "With such a obvious cold, Cheng Shuangfan definitely wouldn't ask me to drink..."

"Oh? So you mean my makeup was so perfect that he couldn't tell you were on your period?" Shao Nanyin sneered.

"Oh no!" Seeing that her sister's anger was about to be directed at Cheng Shuangfan, Shao Nanqin quickly sat up straight and hurriedly explained.

She went on and on about Cheng Shuangfan's good qualities: his gentleness, his thoughtfulness, his perfect sense of propriety, and the details of their date that had touched her heart.

Towards the end, her eyes even sparkled as she looked at her sister expectantly, hoping to gain some approval.

However, after listening, Shao Nanyin simply frowned in silence.

The room was quiet for a moment, which felt somewhat oppressive.

Shao Nanyin finally spoke only after Shao Nanqin began nervously wringing her fingers:
"Ask him to come out again tomorrow."

Shao Nanqin's eyes lit up, but before she could even feel happy, her sister's next words immediately brought her back to reality:
"However, I'll go in your place tomorrow."

"No!" Shao Nanqin exclaimed anxiously, grabbing her sister's hand. "He's quite shy. I've finally met such a good man. Don't scare him away!"

"Shy? You call someone who's this charming shy?" Shao Nanyin sighed, "I told you this at noon that Cheng Shuangfan is so perfect, it's like she was made just for you!"
His words, actions, preferences, and habits are all exactly what you want; don't you think his persona is too perfect?

"So what?" Shao Nanqin said dismissively, shaking her younger sister's hand affectionately. "From childhood to adulthood, haven't you always been the perfect girl in everyone's eyes? Now you've even become the perfect goddess~"

Upon hearing this, Shao Nanyin suddenly paused for a moment.

She looked down at her drunken, somewhat dazed sister, a complicated smile tugging at the corners of her lips, and whispered:
"Am I... not lying?"

(End of this chapter)