Dragon Raja: Starting with Summoning Erii

Summer Wood's forehead was covered in sweat.

Pure relationships between men and women are simply impossible to maintain!

"We'll talk about it later. I need to rest well for now. There's probably going to be a big battle in a few days."

He quickly turned off the shower and wrapped Erii in a towel: "Go change your underwear, I'll change mine too."

"it is good…"

Erii straightened up, put on her shoes, and shuffled out.

Xia Mu stared wide-eyed at her from behind.

Just a second ago she was leaning against him, looking weak and helpless!

Oh no, it's really broken!

"Eri!"

Xia Mu quickly dried himself off, changed into a set of pajamas, and rushed to the girl who was tilting her head and drying her hair: "Let's study together tonight! We'll read philosophy books!"

Erii blinked: "Okay..."

Then she handed me a hairdryer: "Help me dry my hair."

Xia Mu picked it up casually, took the comb with her other hand, and started combing and blowing on it.

He was certain that Erii hadn't been corrupted by her upbringing, but rather spoiled by him…

She's becoming increasingly adept at acting cute and relying on him.

When a woman is pampered, she becomes like a child. Her psychological age is already that of a child, and if she is pampered even more, she skips the stage of becoming a woman.

Xia Mu's thoughts were a jumbled mess.

Let's read this book together.

Leaning against the headboard at night, Xia Mu found a book of Freud's philosophy, "The Ego and the Id".

"This book is excellent. It discusses the relationship between the ego, id, and superego, helping us understand what is truly our own, what has been shaped by external discipline, how they interact to ultimately make us who we are, and how we can discover and uphold our true selves..."

Before he could finish his introduction, Erii suddenly pointed to the bookshelf beside her and asked in a clear voice, "What about that book? What's it about?"

Xia Mu looked up and saw "Norwegian Wood".

"It's a story of self-redemption, about how the protagonist becomes lost in his spiritual world, and finally discovers his true self in the process of helping others to redeem themselves." He tried to keep his tone calm to avoid arousing Erii's curiosity.

"Haruki Murakami?"

Erii picked up the book anyway: "I've heard of his name. My brother often reads his books. Let's read them too."

Xia Mu: "..."

Why do they always seem to veer off in such strange directions?

Norwegian Wood has a profound meaning, strong literary qualities, and is described very well.

Forget it, as long as it's not Jin Ping Mei.

Xia Mu gave up.

That night, he entered the dream space again to play the role of a door spirit.

"Senior, you've almost pushed the wind thrust and wind vortex wall to their current power limits..."

After three rounds, Yun Yun pierced Xia Mu's chest, sheathed her sword, and bowed, her demeanor still impeccable: "Shall we increase our power by one level?"

"Well…"

Xia Mu racked his brains again: "Actually, it's not the right time yet..."

"senior."

Yun Yun suddenly interrupted him.

Xia Mu looked over and saw the beautiful and noble woman smiling confidently at him.

"Please hear me out, okay?" Yun Yun's voice echoed in the space like a mountain stream, or like pearls falling onto a silver plate, melodious and pleasing to the ear.

"Go ahead."

Xia Mu's tone was helpless, and he could roughly guess what she was going to say. The days of deception were coming to an end. What should they do next?

Should we pin our hopes on her inherent gentleness and kindness?

“Senior, it has been more than twenty years since I first entered the Gate of Life and Death.”

Yun Yun looked at him, a hint of reminiscence flashing in her eyes: "I've spent so much time here, sparring with you. I know you too well..."

She paused, then said, "And today, I haven't just entered the Gate of Life and Death, nor have I just begun sparring with you..."

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Xia Mu looked at her calmly.

"At the beginning, Senior Menling did not hold back at all, and did not just use Wind Push and Wind Whirlwall. He used many high-level combat techniques at will, making it impossible for me to defend against them."

Yun Yun chuckled softly: "Just when I was about to be defeated, the familiar you came back. It was still the same two moves, still slowly improving, but still far inferior to before."

What are you trying to say?

Xia Mu waited for her to expose him.

“Senior Gate Spirit, were you... originally without intelligence?” Yun Yun asked, looking at him.

Xia Mu's mind raced: "Why do you say that?"

Yun Yun slowly sheathed her sword, the scabbard making a soft sound.

Holding the sword sheath in her left hand and smoothing her disheveled hair with her right, she said softly, "I have read through some ancient books and found such records. Many inherited secret realms are originally without spirit, so the guardians can control the power of the unclaimed. However, if the guardians develop their own will, they will be rejected by the inherited power and lose their original power, as if they were reborn."

Xia Mu almost clapped her hands in approval.

Wonderful! As expected of the Sect Master! So knowledgeable!

"You're right...".

He looked away, a look of embarrassment on his face: "It's a kind of...power-for-intelligence method."

A strange look flashed in Yun Yun's eyes: "Is that really so? So, you're practically a newborn now?"

“I guess so,” Xia Mu said, hanging his head. “The power here doesn’t recognize me anymore, unless I stop focusing my consciousness.”

"So, you want me to lower my strength to spar with you, is it so you can recover your power as quickly as possible?" Yun Yun asked.

Xia Mu nodded silently: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you."

Yun Yun quickly shook her head: "It's alright."

Compared to the unpleasant feeling of being deceived these days, she feels that there has been an added element of uncertainty in her life.

Anything that disrupts the routine of life is either a disaster or an opportunity.

She believes that.

"Senior...uh..."

Yun Yun's voice softened further, as if Xia Mu were truly a newborn life: "Do you have a name? Could it be the Gate of Life and Death?"

"No, I gave myself a name, Xia Mu," Xia Mu said.

"Xia Mu, it sounds very nice."

Yun Yun nodded and raised her sword again: "Besides Wind Push and Wind Whirlwall, what else do you want to learn?"

Xia Mu's eyes lit up: "Wind-Shaped Spirit Splitting Sword!"

Yunyun: "Okay, I'll teach you."

Chapter 116 Yi Yi, let's have a competition.

"call…"

In the morning, Xia Mu got up, stretched, and felt refreshed.

Yun Yun was indeed an extremely gentle woman. After confirming that he was a newly intelligent being, she was not very wary of him and was even willing to teach him those fighting techniques.

Of course, in her view, these were things he already knew, and she was just returning them to him.

She wasn't stupid, but she couldn't see through Xia Mu's origins, let alone imagine that he came from another world.

In a wondrous way, he replaced the spirit of the Gate of Life and Death, which was equivalent to directly gaining Yun Yun's trust of the past twenty-odd years.

"Senior, let's have a match!"

After breakfast, Xia Mu approached Ye Sheng again.

"No, no, I'm a probing type of Word Spirit, which can't compare to yours, which combines attack and support." Ye Sheng waved his hands repeatedly.

Xia Mu wouldn't let go of him: "No way, how about we fight instead of using words of power? I've never fought anyone before."

Students at Kassel College dedicate their lives to slaying dragons, and training in combat instincts is a regular part of their curriculum.

"Fighting without the use of words? Interesting!"

Professor Mans made the decision: "The deck is big enough for you to have a contest!"

A hint of helplessness flashed across Ye Shengwen's gentle face: "Professor, are you deliberately trying to embarrass me..."

"Go quickly! It's your responsibility to mentor your juniors!"

Mans waved his hand, then turned to the crowd of onlookers and said, "Come on! Let's open the betting! Who are you betting on?"

Selma didn't hesitate to bid $100: "Ye Sheng."

"Natsuki."

The first mate, second mate, and third mate each threw out $100.

A gentle expression on Shutoku Aki's face was a mixture of amusement and exasperation: "How could you... do this..."

"So who are you betting on?" Selma hooked her arm around her shoulder.

When Shudeya saw Ye Sheng's smiling gaze turn towards him, he paused slightly, then took out $500: "Ye Sheng."

"very good!"