Dragon Raja: Starting with Summoning Erii

Erii fidgeted with her little fingers, lowered her gaze, and somehow looked like a child being tested.

“To like someone is… it’s…” Her gaze darted away.

"So you like to eat Five-Eyes Fried Rice?"

Xia Mu laughed, bent down and put her feet in the water, gently splashing water to wash away the foam.

"Is it still your favorite game?"

He took out a towel and dried Erii's feet, but couldn't bear to let go for a moment, so he simply placed them on his own legs and started using the massage techniques he had learned from Sakurai Kogure.

Gently knead the soles of your feet, then press down with your fingertips little by little, providing both tactile and psychological satisfaction.

Erii was also very satisfied.

I like it this way…

As she spoke, she leaned softly against the wall, her body supple and boneless.

"Get some sleep, you'll be traveling again in a couple of days."

Xia Mu smiled gently, and the divine hand quietly began to work.

Erii was completely unprepared for him and quickly lowered her eyes, tilting her head against the wall.

Xia Mu reached under her knees with one hand and put his arm around her back with the other, easily lifting her up in his arms. He carefully carried her out of the bathroom, gently placed her on the bed, and covered her with the quilt.

He wanted to leave, but couldn't help sitting down on the edge of the bed.

I moved very gently, afraid of waking her.

Do you like it...?

He asked himself softly.

His feelings for this girl were simple, or rather, everyone who saw her would only have one simple thought: he hoped she would be alright.

That feeling is for a younger sister, a daughter, and someone you care about wholeheartedly, not for possession, pursuit, or love.

Xia Mu reached out and gently stroked her long red hair, touching her soft little face.

He wasn't sure what to do.

He wasn't stupid; how could he not have noticed the girl's increasingly proactive physical contact lately? It was a clear signal.

But this signal came from Erii, from such a naive girl. Even knowing that she wasn't stupid, but rather extremely intelligent, it was still difficult to change her mind easily.

"Seeing you doing well and happy every day is enough for me."

Xia Mu closed his eyes and withdrew his hand.

"One day, you will gain your freedom."

He still treated her more like a daughter or a younger sister.

This is a common sentiment among many who know the whole story.

"came back?"

Back in his dorm room, he saw Chu Zihang sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking like he had been waiting for him for a long time.

Xia Mu closed the door, speechless: "Are you cultivating immortality?"

Chu Zihang shook his head expressionlessly: "I'm just waiting for you."

"You're waiting for me too?" Xia Mu grinned. "What for?"

Chu Zihang raised his eyes, brushed aside his bangs to reveal the ever-burning golden child: "You can absorb flames to temporarily boost your power. Are there any side effects?"

He still doesn't mince words; he always speaks directly.

Xia Mu paused for a moment, then roughly guessed why Chu Zihang would ask that question; he probably thought of his Blood Explosion technique.

Chapter 159 Dragon Alchemy

"The side effects are..."

Xia Mu stroked his chin and thought for a moment: "What if there's too much, like today's amount? I won't be able to swallow it and I'll explode."

Of course, it won't happen again.

Although he did not fully utilize the power of the Bronze and Fire King, he was not so badly injured again.

"It seems quite dangerous."

Chu Zihang nodded.

"The Lionheart Society's library contains an ancient blood-exploding technique. You'd better not try it; it's a path of no return."

He actually said it outright.

Xia Mu paused again before she could process his quick change of topic.

"Senior brother, you... can?" he asked.

Chu Zihang pointed to his eyes: "The so-called 'Golden Child that never dies' is not a good thing."

Why did we need to learn that back then?

"To become stronger, to know everything."

Xia Mu remained silent for a while.

"Can I take a look at your village rain?" he asked, looking up.

"Give."

Without hesitation, Chu Zihang took the long sword from beside the bed and tossed it over.

Xia Mu gripped the hilt of the knife, closed his eyes, and silently felt the knife.

"Clang!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, turned around, and pulled out his abandoned Village Rain: "Almost exactly the same."

The moonlight shone in at night, reflecting off the two swords, making their blades appear like flowing light.

Xia Mu suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground, pressed the two knives together, and braced them with his hands.

"Senior brother, I know what you're pursuing, and I know it's difficult, but don't give up. It's very possible that what you're hoping for will happen in the future..."

He looked at Chu Zihang and said, "I have something to do next, and I hope you will keep it a secret."

Chu Zihang stared at him with the Golden Boy, his chest heaving: "I believe what you just said, I promise you."

"Well, don't be too surprised."

Xia Mu chuckled softly, his gaze focusing on the two knives in his hands, and the Golden Child sword lit up.

laugh…

A deep flame rose from his palm, enveloping the two knives.

"Jun Yan!"

Chu Zihang straightened up abruptly.

He never expected that such a high-risk Word of Power as Jun Yan would actually be seen in Xia Mu. Wasn't he the Wind King's Child who was the perfect match for Jun Yan?!

"Shhh."

Xia Mu gave a mysterious shushing sound and focused his attention on the knives. Soon, both knives began to turn bright red.

Chu Zihang practically jumped to the door, locked it, then returned to him and sat down cross-legged, his gaze unwavering.

Ever since he found Natsuki under the overpass that day, ever since he learned of their similar ordeal, ever since he hinted at the possibility of his father's survival...

His bleak life was rekindled with light.

Even if the blood explosion shortens lifespan, at least we need to find the truth.

This is roughly why Chu Zihang never reciprocates Su Xi's feelings.

He didn't want to be a burden to anyone.

"I should have asked Yiyi for help," Xia Mu suddenly said, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"What?" Chu Zihang asked.

Xia Mu shook his head.

Dragons possess two powers that humans aspire to: the power of words and alchemy. Among them, the King of Bronze and Fire is an expert in alchemy.

Reading at midnight

Therefore, Xia Mu can now be considered a semi-expert.

Alchemy can be broadly divided into three types: alchemical artifacts such as the Seven Deadly Sins, alchemical matrices such as the Ice Cellar, and alchemical creatures such as the Corpse Guardian.

Xia Mu is currently practicing alchemical products, which is relatively simple. First, use ultra-high temperature to "kill" the metal, and then reshape it.

He regretted not having Erii come over to "kill" him; that might have saved him that step.

However, the two concepts may be different. The "killing" caused by the "trial" may have completely rendered both knives useless.

What he did was simply regenerate the metal, making it even purer.

"My knife..."

Chu Zihang's eyelids twitched because he saw the two Murasame swords in Xia Mu's hands slowly melt into a ball of fiery red liquid.

This was the last thing his father left him. If it hadn't been Xia Mu who did it... if it had been Caesar, he would definitely have dueled with him!

"It's not a big problem...don't panic..."

As Xia Mu spoke, sweat was pouring down his forehead.

Is Constantine a fake? Wasn't it supposed to regenerate? How did it turn into a liquid? Is the temperature too high?

He tried to lower the temperature, but found that the liquid became more fluid and softer.

Chu Zihang's face had turned green.

When he duels Caesar again and asks about Murasame, can he only say that he was melted down...?

"It's not a big problem..."