Dragon Raja: Starting with Summoning Erii

He couldn't help but exclaim.

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly stopped, looking down at him with surprise and confusion in his eyes: "Xiao Mu, you... spoke?"

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Xia Mu was also a little confused, because he had just spoken to Yuan Zhisheng in Japanese, which he shouldn't have been able to speak.

Many things have started to go wrong, and he now desperately wants to see Erii and confirm these things with her.

Genji gave the crow beside him a wink.

The crow quickly took out a small notebook and pen and handed them to Xia Mu.

Xia Mu pushed away the hands that Kai Zhisheng had come to hug him, took the pen and notebook, and a sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.

He began writing in his notebook, in Japanese: "Where are you taking me?"

Yuan Zhisheng looked at him and casually reached out to pat his head: "Of course, we should go home."

Xia Mu's expression was somewhat strange; this feeling of being treated like a child...

He thought for a moment, then carefully wrote in his notebook: "Where is that girl from before? Where is she?"

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes held a strange glint: "You mean that girl named Xia Liyi who's hiding under your kotatsu table without any clothes on?"

Chu Zihang, leaning against the door, heard this statement about too many elements and his expression remained unusually indifferent.

Since Genjiro also speaks Japanese, he couldn't understand it and naturally didn't know that such a thing had happened to his idol.

Of course, even if I knew, it wouldn't matter; I could just switch to another fan.

"I'm leaving."

Xia Mu wrote a sentence in Chinese and showed it to Chu Zihang.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at him strangely: "Xiao Mu, when did you learn Chinese?"

"You just suddenly know how."

Natsuki wrote.

Yuan Zhisheng looked bewildered: "I don't think I've given you my Chinese textbook yet..."

Xia Mu was too lazy to explain.

All he wants to see right now is Erii.

"Are you going?"

Chu Zihang couldn't help but take a step closer, his gaze fixed on his face: "Where should I look for you in the future?"

Before Xia Mu could finish writing, Yuan Zhisheng suddenly frowned and stood in front of him, saying to Chu Zihang, "On behalf of my family, I thank you for taking in Xiao Mu. A million yuan will be deposited into your account later, but you can no longer see him."

In his eyes, Xia Mu, as a very rare semi-evolved being corrupted by dragon blood, is an extremely evil demon, more dangerous than any born demon, and absolutely forbidden from having any contact with other people outside.

"why?"

Chu Zihang remained calm and composed.

Yuan Zhisheng's face was cold and hard: "These are the rules. If it weren't for the fact that you are also a mixed-race person, I wouldn't have said so much to you."

Chu Zihang's gaze shifted to Cunyu by the door, and his hand slowly clenched.

After so many years of persistence, how could he easily give up on the clues about his father's disappearance?

Genji noticed his gaze, and a mocking glint flashed in his eyes.

As a super hybrid, he didn't take Chu Zihang seriously at all.

At this moment, Xia Mu held up his notebook right in front of Chu Zihang's eyes: "Tokyo, Genji Heavy Industries."

When Chu Zihang saw it clearly, Yuan Zhisheng also saw it clearly, and his forehead veins throbbed: "Xiao Mu!"

"he is my friend."

Natsuki wrote.

Yuan Zhisheng was taken aback: "Friend?"

Chu Zihang glanced at Xia Mu, then suddenly walked away and picked up the Murasame sword.

"what are you doing?"

Yuan Zhisheng instantly stepped in front of Xia Mu, facing Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang simply handed the Murasame sword sheath to Xia Mu: "You brought this out, keep it."

Yuan Zhisheng reached out to take it, but Chu Zihang blocked him.

"This is for him, not for you," he said calmly.

Xia Mu took it and nodded to him.

"I'll come find you later," Chu Zihang said.

The veins on Yuan Zhisheng's forehead began to throb again.

For some reason, he had the strange feeling that his own cabbage had been eaten by a pig.

"Let's go."

Yuan Zhisheng waved his hand, grabbed Xia Mu's wrist, and led him away from Chu Zihang's house.

Chu Zihang stood by the door, watching Xia Mu being put into a luxury car, and watching the convoy slowly drive away as if it were picking up a big shot.

No one saw the glint in his eyes; it was absolute persistence, or rather… stubbornness.

"Xiao Mu, that knife...can I take a look?"

The car is extended and the seats are very spacious.

Xia Mu leaned against the car window, staring blankly at the passing scenery outside.

Genjiro's voice reached his ears.

He looked over and saw Genjiro's slightly nervous expression. He casually handed the Murasame in his hand to him.

Genjiro's expression relaxed, and he took Murasame from her.

Xia Mu looked at his expression and couldn't help but smile.

Is this guy worried that he'll pull out his sword and give him a "judgment"?

Chapter Eleven: The Invitation from Kassel College

Clang—

A sharp white light illuminated Yuan Zhisheng's eyes.

The blade was long and slender, its edge as smooth as autumn water, reflecting his deep eyes.

Yuan Zhisheng blurted out, "A fine knife!"

His father, Tachibana Masamune, was a master swordsmith, so he naturally knew how to appreciate a sword.

“This is recycled metal,” Genji said, turning to Natsuki. “Where did you get this knife?”

Xia Mu glanced at him and wrote in her notebook: "On the overpass on a rainy day."

Yuan Zhisheng was a little confused: "What overpass?"

“The city’s elevated highways,” Xia Mu wrote.

Yuan Zhisheng realized what was going on and grasped the key to the problem: "Xiao Mu, how did you get here yesterday?"

Xia Mu's handwriting was concise and to the point: "I don't know."

Yuan Zhisheng: "..."

"Boss, could you put the knife away? It's giving me the creeps with that knife pointed at me."

A cynical voice came from across the room from Genjiro.

Xia Mu looked over and instantly recognized him: Yaksha.

Then look at the person in the driver's seat, and sure enough, it's a slender and exquisite female warrior in a tight-fitting suit, um, Sakura.

Genjiro's retainer team consisted of three people: Crow, Yaksha, and Sakura. Yaksha was the vanguard general who charged into battle, Crow was the strategist who planned and strategized, and Sakura was his personal page. However, in ancient times, the page of a daimyo was usually a charming young man, but Sakura was a genuine girl... a girl who belonged to Genjiro, but he himself was not yet aware of it.

Genjiro returned Murasame to its sheath, then looked at Natsuki with some hesitation: "This sword... can you keep it with me for now, brother?"

It's too risky to let the family's super weapon carry around a good knife every day.

Xia Mu shook his head, reached out and took Murasame back into his arms, and wrote in his notebook: "This is mine."

He suddenly had an urge to carve "木の..." on it.

'That's really strange...'

Xia Mu looked out the window, never before had she cherished the passing scenery as much as she did now, as if she would never see it again if she didn't look at it now.

Yuan Zhisheng sighed helplessly, reached out and patted Xia Mu's head, saying in a coaxing tone, "Little Mu, this knife is too dangerous. Shall I get you a different one?"

Xia Mu slapped his hand away with her notebook and wrote on it: "Don't touch my head anymore."

Yuan Zhisheng: "..."

He suddenly had an urge to turn around and chop Chu Zihang up.

Ever since that girl named Xia Liyi inexplicably appeared yesterday, something strange seems to have happened to his well-behaved and sensible younger brother, and everything has become different.

On the plane, Xia Mu leaned against the window, gazing out at the boundless blue sky and the vast sea of ​​clouds.

His eyes suddenly welled up with tears, as if he had finally fulfilled a long-cherished wish.

Because this is that girl's dream, the simplest dream...

Look at this world.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't say anything more to Xia Mu along the way; this was their usual way of getting along.

Yuan Zhisheng would spend time playing with him and taking him out to eat delicious food, but he wouldn't say much to him or guide his worldview.

As a weapon, you don't need to know too much.

"Norma sent an email."