Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 390 You're all I have now, don't leave me.

"Hey Chu Zihang, you didn't deliberately forget your shoes and socks just to experience the feeling of your chest pressed against your back, did you?"

Xia Mi gently rested her chin on his shoulder, her warm breath brushing against his ear and neck as she spoke. Her charming and alluring appearance was like that of a little fox who had cultivated herself into a spirit, deliberately teasing the stern and unsmiling scholar who was on his way to the capital for the imperial examination.

The girl's delicate and soft body perfectly matched the boy's longing for all things beautiful. Her body was very soft, with a faint fragrance. She felt almost weightless on his back, like cotton.

Chu Zihang didn't feel any weight, but he also couldn't sense any buffer between them.

But saying that would definitely make her angry, so after hesitating for two seconds, he shook his head: "No, I really forgot."

At the time, he genuinely thought Xia Mi just lacked a change of clothes, which was why she hadn't brought shoes and socks. Little did he know that she had somehow lost all her clothes and shoes.

Moreover, the oversized basketball jersey disappeared after she changed her clothes. He didn't even dare to think too deeply about the reason, nor did he dare to ask, for fear of triggering a bloodshed.

It refers to the girl punching him so hard that his nose bled.

His brief hesitation did not escape Xia Mi's eyes. The girl keenly caught the boy's intention to insult her. Her slender arms tightened slightly, and the inside of her soft arms pressed against his neck. The corners of her mouth turned up, and her voice was as sweet as honey, yet it also carried a strong threat:
"You hesitated just now, didn't you? Hmm? What's with your hesitation? And what's with your saying you didn't?!"

"what?"

Chu Zihang was not intimidated by the girl's attitude of forcibly locking him up without giving an explanation. He pretended not to know what Xia Mi was talking about, but his brain was working at a rapid pace.

Imagine if Lu Mingfei were in this situation, how would he respond?

He would probably say...

Forget it, Chu Zihang doesn't want to die young.

It's as if he had already died on that stormy night.

The only reason to live is for revenge, at any cost, even one's life.

But things are different now. He no longer speaks of death lightly, nor can he casually mention going to his death.

It wasn't because he suddenly became afraid of death, but because he clearly knew that too many people were still waiting for him.

"Fine, I'll let you off this time." Xia Mi seemed to realize she was being a bit unreasonable, so she hummed twice, raised her hand and pinched Chu Zihang's cheek as a small punishment.

"Thank you." Chu Zihang said solemnly, thanking Her Majesty the Queen for sparing his life.

Instead of rushing back, the two strolled leisurely around the campus, just as they remembered.

Chu Zihang did not ask where this incredibly realistic Shilan Middle School came from, nor did Xia Mi explain.

The tacit understanding between the two had been established long ago. At this moment, they are simply childhood sweethearts who grew up together, and they are destined to walk into the future together.

"How is your brother doing?" Chu Zihang steadily supported the girl's legs with both hands, carrying her on his back along the dappled path, his voice as calm as ever.

“My brother’s illness is quite complicated. There aren’t any suitable rehabilitation facilities in China, so he has to go abroad to recuperate.” Xia Mi hugged Chu Zihang’s neck, her tone slightly somber.
"The recuperation period is very long, at least ten years before I can come back, and my parents will also have to go abroad to take care of me."

"And what about you? Are you going to stay in the capital?" Chu Zihang now knew who the "Nezha" in Lu Mingfei's arms was.

“Yes, I’ve been accepted into the preparatory program in Kassel. After a year, I can go abroad to find them.” Xia Mi smiled and poked Chu Zihang’s cheek with her finger.
"Then we can be classmates again, Chu!"

“Then you should call me senior brother,” Chu Zihang corrected.

By the time Xia Mi finished his preparatory course and went to Kassel College, he was already a junior.

Upon hearing this, Xia Mi deliberately used a sickeningly sweet voice to breathe into his ear: "Senior brother~ You've been carrying your junior sister for so long, aren't you tired? Do you want me to wipe your sweat?"

As she spoke, she pretended to raise her hand and brush it across his forehead.

Chu Zihang, unsuspecting, replied honestly, "I'm not tired. You weigh less than 100 pounds, you're a bit too thin."

Upon hearing this, the slender hand that had just been pretending to wipe away sweat instantly formed a finger gun, pressing it against his temple, and the girl's soft voice rang in his ear:

"Chu, are you implying something with those words?"

As the saying goes, if you weigh less than 100 pounds, you're either flat-chested or short. Xia Mi had every reason to suspect that Chu Zihang's words were a veiled concern that their future child would go hungry due to insufficient food.

You dare to offend me again and again? Are you planning to make the sofa your home from now on?!

Chu Zihang had no idea what he was implying, but having received professional guidance from Lu Mingfei, he knew the only correct way to respond at this moment, so he said without hesitation, "I'm sorry."

"Then tell me, what have you done wrong?"

Xia Mi was extremely dissatisfied with his lightning-fast kneeling apology. He used to be able to argue with her for ages over the smallest things, but now he was acting like a complete idiot...

You can learn good things for a lifetime, but you can easily learn bad things. It must be Lu Mingfei, Fingel, and Norton who led Chu Zihang astray!

"I shouldn't have judged the girl's weight so casually." Chu Zihang, as expected of a top student, pinpointed the crux of the problem.

Back when he was at Shilan Secondary School, he had seen many teenage girls worrying about the changes in weight and body shape caused by growth and development.

This could probably be considered a disease of affluence, since only those who don't have to worry about basic needs have the luxury of worrying about body fat percentage.

"Hmph, you pass." Xia Mi's expression finally softened a bit, and she reverted to the lively yet slightly arrogant girl from my memories.

She lowered her hand and gently placed it on his shoulder, her tone softening as well:

"How's it going at Kassel College? Have you made any new friends? Or are you still alone like before?"

The topic shifted a bit quickly, but it was more in line with the mutual care between childhood sweethearts. Chu Zihang smiled silently.

"I met many like-minded friends at the Lionheart."

In reality, most of the Lionheart Club members were just training together; the only ones who were truly close enough to be called friends were Susie and Lancelot.

There is nothing else besides that.

"Tell me about your time at Kassel College. I want to know how you spent the year." Xia Mi gently rested her cheek on his shoulder, blinking her bright eyes as she quietly gazed at his handsome profile.

So Chu Zihang started talking about his time before he entered university. When the college entrance examination results came out, he was the top scorer in the city. His teachers and school leaders were overjoyed. But at that time, he had already flown to the United States.

He searched for a long time and finally found the Kassel College that his father had told him to stay away from. Under a railway bridge in Chicago, he met Professor Schneider, the head of the executive department and his future mentor.

The master and apprentice gazed at each other for a long time under the bridge, and finally Professor Schneider personally opened the door to Kassel for him.

As the head of the executive department, Schneider had not taught any students for many years since the Greenland incident, and the only thing he could teach Chu Zihang was how to use weapons.

At Kassel College, Chu Zihang's daily routine consisted of studying and training. He hardly gave himself any time for entertainment, and even during his rest time he would read books and research materials.

When there are tasks, he always takes the lead. At first, Professor Schneider would assign teammates to him, but Professor Schneider soon realized that Chu Zihang did not need teammates at all; he could solve all the problems by himself.

Furthermore, because the power of words was too dangerous, having teammates would seriously hinder him, so he basically went on missions alone afterward.

The intense competition in learning, training, and even mission execution made Chu Zihang the undisputed number one among his classmates.

Everyone had high expectations for him, believing that he would be invited to the principal's afternoon tea, receive the principal's scholarship, and become the new leader of the Lionheart Society.

But Xia Mi, who knew the inside story, only thought he was too foolish.

Fighting with everything for an enemy that is impossible to defeat, ruining one's own body, and in the end, one may not even be able to find the enemy and unleash the god-slaying blade that has been prepared for many years.

Especially after hearing that he had single-handedly fought against the high-ranking officials of the Kanto branch a while ago, and almost died at the hands of the assassin Fujiwara Shinnosuke, she finally couldn't help but pinch Chu Zihang's face, her voice filled with suppressed anger:

"Are you stupid? Why would you work so hard for someone else?!"

If Norton and Lu Mingfei hadn't been there, wouldn't he have really died?
Why are you so stubborn!

Chu Zihang let her pinch his face, neither arguing nor dodging, but steadily carried her on his back, walking step by step through the quiet campus.

He is a man who has commitment etched into his very bones.

Even if there is an abyss or a dead end ahead, once he has made a promise, he will never turn back.

She knew this better than anyone else.

That's why Xia Mi's slight anger didn't last long.

She released his hand and instead gently rubbed the slightly reddened marks on his cheek with her fingertips, her voice lowering:

"Don't fight and risk your life with people so easily anymore. Look at the state your body has become."

Chu Zihang's bloodline was actually not high. She knew this when they first met. In terms of mixed blood, he was only at the B-level. He had to rely on repeatedly activating Blood Explosion to forcibly purify his dragon blood and gradually increase his rank.

He became stronger, but his body was also in a terrible state.

The boost from Bloodlust is irreversible; it's more like a slow form of self-destruction.

If one is not careful, one's will will be devoured by the dragon's wildness, and one will fall into the form of a dead servant.

Chu Zihang's dragon blood is now out of balance, and even his golden eyes cannot be extinguished on their own; he can only barely cover them up with colored contact lenses.

"I recover very quickly," Chu Zihang explained in a low voice.

His body is indeed extraordinary. If others abused their blood like him, they would have long since fallen into the Deadpool, but he has remained alive and kicking.

"Do you think you're some kind of genius?!" Xia Mi punched him on the shoulder in anger. "It's all because of me..."

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence, clearly indicating that what she had almost blurted out was a very confidential and important piece of information.

"What is it?" Chu Zihang asked in confusion. He had always thought that he was the one who could withstand it, but now it seemed that there might be another reason behind it.

Xia Mi held his shoulder, her eyes flickering several times. After struggling for a long time, she finally decided not to hide it any longer, but she didn't speak too directly, keeping it subtle and ambiguous:
"Because you've already become my shape!" Chu Zihang: Σ(°△°|||)︴

Wait, wait... no, is this... right?

Even someone as composed as him almost lost his mind at that moment.

Having spent several days in Takamagahara and been forced to learn a lot of new knowledge, my database was severely polluted. Now, suddenly hearing Xia Mi's words, I felt that something was wrong.

But he quickly realized that whatever Xia Mi meant, it couldn't possibly be that kind of meaning.

After all, the closest contact they ever had was simply holding hands and walking together; they never even touched chest to back.

"What does that mean?" Chu Zihang asked if he didn't understand, instead of guessing.

"It means I've placed the most important thing in you." Xia Mi ruffled his hair gently, her voice suddenly becoming very soft, yet also very earnest:
"So you're not allowed to get hurt... and you're absolutely not allowed to die!"

The most important thing?
What is most important to dragons?

Power? Strength?
No, the most important thing is their nucleus, or cocoon!
Dragons are not immortal, but they are very difficult to kill completely.

As long as the true spirit remains, and as long as it can return to the prepared cocoon, it can be reborn and return once more.

In that instant, Xia Mi thought about many things, but in the end he didn't dwell on it or press for answers.

Whatever Xia Mi's initial purpose was in making this decision, at least for now, she chose to be honest with him.

Even without explicitly stating it, he knew that they had been bound together by a bond of life and death for a long time.

"When did this happen?" he asked.

“The time you fell asleep at my house,” Xia Mi replied softly.

"I don't remember ever sleeping at your house." Chu Zihang frowned slightly.

In his recovered memories, although he visited that old villa many times, he was always doing his homework.

They would either write together or he would write for her, and he never entered her room, let alone stayed overnight.

"How could I let you know such a private matter?" Xia Mi tapped his head, her tone carrying a faint smile. Usually such a clever person, yet sometimes her mind just doesn't work.

Don't pry into the secrets of beautiful girls.

Chu Zihang nodded and obediently didn't ask any more questions.

Before he came, he had already prepared himself to continue being kept in the dark, so Xia Mi's willingness to tell him so much was an unexpected surprise.

Xia Mi told Chu Zihang not to ask too many questions, but she couldn't help but reveal more herself.

At this point, she had become the super-evolved form of Hela, the Goddess of Death, the queen who ruled over Nibelungen, capable of opening the gates to all the realms of death in the world, and naturally also able to deprive others of the key to death.

She reached out and placed her hand on Chu Zihang's shoulder blade, where there was a Nibelungen mark belonging to Odin, the only scar etched into his flesh from that rainy night five years ago.

“Such an ugly thing shouldn’t be kept.” Her voice was soft, but it carried an undeniable authority: “With me and Lu Mingfei here, Odin won’t be able to hide for long.”

As she spoke, before Chu Zihang could respond, her golden eyes suddenly ignited.

The authority belonging to the Queen of the Nibelungs descended silently, and Odin's mark, like a stubborn stain that had lingered for a long time, was forcefully erased by the determined mistress.

Chu Zihang felt a sharp, needle-like pain in his back, which quickly disappeared, and he knew that the Nibelungen Key, which had been with him for five years, had vanished.

This is the key to Odin's realm, and also the most important clue to finding the killer of one's father.

Every time Chu Zihang took a shower and saw this birthmark-like mark, the hatred that had been building up in his heart would intensify.

Now that it had been so easily erased, he felt a sense of emptiness, but he quickly came to his senses. What had disappeared was only the imprint left by that rainy night. Odin was still hiding somewhere, alive and well, waiting for him to take his head.

Xia Mi seemed still unsatisfied after casually shattering Odin's mark.

She thought for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pulled open his collar, revealing his trapezius muscles. She gritted her teeth, let out a "whoosh," and bit down.

"Hiss—" Chu Zihang gasped unexpectedly.

Her movements were too fast for him to react. He could only turn his head and see, through the reflection of the mottled glass of the old teaching building next to him, the girl biting his shoulder tightly like a beautiful snake. Her golden eyes flashed with majesty and golden light, and her expression was as serious as if she were performing a solemn and ancient ceremony.

The stinging pain continued, but he stared blankly at the two small yet sharp canine teeth sinking into his flesh, not understanding what she was doing.

But soon, a warm current was injected into the wound, and Chu Zihang felt as if he was being slowly immersed in a hot spring, and an indescribable sense of comfort spread over him.

However, this strange enjoyment did not last long. Soon, Xia Mi stopped, her delicate tongue sticking out to gently lick her lips. The blood staining her lips turned her originally pink lips into a vibrant red, breathtakingly beautiful.

Two neat rows of teeth marks were left on Chu Zihang's shoulder. Although the tiger teeth had clearly caused real pain when they pierced her, and there was indeed blood on her lips, upon closer inspection, the skin was not broken, and there was not a trace of blood seeping out.

I've only ever heard that dragon's blood is highly poisonous, never that dragon's saliva has healing properties.

Chu Zihang felt that he had broadened his horizons.

As expected, Xia Mi is a treasure girl; she always manages to create new little surprises just when he thinks he knows her well.

"What are you doing?" He watched as Xia Mi thoughtfully buttoned up his shirt, looking every bit the virtuous wife and loving mother, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Let me mark this. From now on, you're mine." Xia Mi declared domineeringly, yet her actions resembled those of a possessive little girl, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"No one can take it from me! No one can steal it from me!"

The girl's dazzling golden eyes reflected through the glass of the school building, looking straight into his eyes.

She tilted her head slightly, her warm breath brushing against his ear, her voice so soft it seemed to shatter in the wind, like a murmur, or a sigh:
"Like humans, dragons were originally just children who were born into this world."

“I used to have my older brother with me, but he’s gone now…”

"You're all I have now."

"You're not allowed to leave me, understand?"

Chu Zihang felt as if his heart had been suddenly gripped by an invisible hand, contracting violently.

A surge of intense emotion broke through all the frozen defenses and rushed out, washing away the snow and frost that had never melted from his face.

He nodded slightly, his voice firm: "I won't leave."

Xia Mi's face blossomed into a radiant smile, like a field suddenly bathed in sunlight after a period of gloom. She rested her chin back on his shoulder, reverting to her usual mischievous and smug demeanor.

"Hmph, you've already been marked by me, you can't escape even if you want to! You can't escape to the ends of the earth and still not escape my grasp!"

Looking at the girl's energetic smile, Chu Zihang also curled his lips: "I won't run away."

As mentioned earlier, he is a person who has commitments etched into his very bones.

If I say I won't run away, then I won't run away.

Besides, he's already trapped.

"I'm hungry, treat me to a midnight snack!" Xia Mi wrapped one arm around his neck and waved the other hand forward, directing Chu Zihang to charge towards the food stall.

Chu Zihang quickened his pace as instructed and hurried toward the gate of Shilan Middle School.

At the school gate, a boxy red and white train had been waiting for a long time.

As Chu Zihang carried Xia Mi into the carriage and settled in, the train roared forward along the route they had come from.

The city gradually dimmed under the sunlight, and the tunnel they had come from came into view. Chu Zihang wanted to turn around for one last look, but Xia Mi, who was sitting across his lap, grabbed him.

In that moment of stunned silence, the train entered the tunnel completely, plunging the outside world into utter darkness.

"Let the beautiful memories remain in your heart," the girl said, tapping the boy's chest in a lecturing tone.

Chu Zihang supported her back with one hand and supported her feet with the other, looking at the black shoe prints on the train floor, and nodded.

You are the queen, you make the decisions.

As the train's roar faded into the distance, the Deadpool and the Kamaitachi, who had been crammed into a corner with the ruins, breathed a sigh of relief and rolled off the rubble, sprawling on the ground.

They're finally gone; they would have suffocated if they hadn't left.

The Queen went to great lengths to clear and fill in the mine, and even built a basketball court out of scrap metal, only to have that human boy carry her around the area for a short while. She had no idea what she was thinking.

But as subordinates, they dared not ask or speak, and could only serve as pitiful, helpless, and emotionless background figures.

……

Meanwhile, in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, a stunning blonde supermodel with a hot figure was bound hand and foot to the four corners of the bed, her black sheer nightgown half-open, revealing her alluring figure.

She looked at the blond middle-aged man kneeling in front of her with a wicked smile, and thought to herself that the rich really had a really perverted way of doing things. However, her delicate face always showed a deep fear as she struggled to break free of the ropes binding her hands and feet. At the same time, her bright red lips kept emitting cries for help that were both reluctant and welcoming.

The louder she shouted, the happier the blond man became, uttering vulgarities, essentially saying things like, "You can scream your lungs out and no one will answer you," and "The more you shout, the more excited I get."

Just as the atmosphere was set and everyone was ready to open the package and enjoy it, the rope binding the supermodel's right hand suddenly snapped. The actress, still engrossed in her role, didn't notice and swung her arm, slapping the blond man across the face.

"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, the cries for help and the wicked laughter vanished instantly, leaving only silence in the room.

And silence is Cambridge tonight.

(End of this chapter)