Dragon Raja: Starting with Summoning Erii

Xia Mu casually set the Thousand Chance Umbrella aside.

Angers glanced at it, a thought flashing through his mind, but he showed no outward expression, only saying, "You'd better stay off campus less lately. Not only the secret party behind the academy, but other mixed-race organizations might also cause you trouble."

"Ok."

Xia Mu nodded, naturally not telling him about his thoughts of waiting for the blood pack.

"The board of directors will be here in a couple of days. Is there anything you need to hide?" Angers asked bluntly.

Xia Mu scratched his head: "It seems not."

Angers looked at him and smiled: "Do you know what the biggest trouble is?"

"Huh?" Xia Mu looked puzzled.

“They suspect you’re not human,” Angers said, his gaze fixed on him, “that you’re a dragon.”

"Oh," Xia Mu scratched his head, frowning slightly, "Why?"

Angers didn't see anything wrong and smiled: "Because you demonstrated the power of the Bronze and Fire King's Word of Power after you killed Constantine."

Xia Mu was startled.

"Do you know how dragons improve themselves?" Angers poured him a glass of water, speaking in a casual, conversational tone.

"It's devouring."

Without waiting for Xia Mu's reply, he said directly, "When dragons fight each other, the victor gains the power of the loser, and this is especially true for the four kings."

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Xia Mu fell silent.

In that sense, he really does resemble a dragon king who hasn't fully awakened.

He devoured the abilities of Constantine and Norton, and also had an extreme craving for Xia Mi's blood.

"Aren't the dragons destined to fight to the last one?"

"Not necessarily, after all, one cannot fully obtain the power, and the dragon race has an absolute hierarchy."

"Can't be fully obtained?"

"Ah."

Chapter 181 Erii Handles Affairs

"You seem relieved?"

Angers looked at Xia Mu, his expression unchanged.

Xia Mu shrugged: "Anyway, I'm not a dragon."

“Actually, it’s very simple to verify whether you are a dragon, as long as you are willing to cooperate,” Angers said.

"what?"

"bloodletting."

Angers took out a small bottle: "This contains pure human blood. If you are a dragon, your blood will boil when you drop it in, directly consuming the human blood. Because of the difference in bloodline level, they cannot coexist."

Isn't this just like what Chu Zihang did back then?

This result will also occur when the proportion of dragon blood reaches the critical blood limit.

Xia Mu's dragon blood ratio... did indeed exceed the critical blood limit, reaching the level of a super hybrid.

"how?"

As Angers saw Xia Mu staring at the test tube without moving, he slowly straightened up, and an inexplicable pressure came from him, as if the air itself had frozen.

Xia Mu had no doubt that if he refused to donate blood now, Angers would immediately help him with Time Zero.

Rather than being found out by the board of directors and having him removed from his position as principal, it's better to do it yourself.

Can time zero be dealt with?

Bronze Throne!

Absolute defense against absolute speed, brilliant!

It all comes down to who can hold out the longest.

Xia Mu calmed herself down and smiled slightly: "It's just bloodletting, why is the principal so nervous?"

Angers, with his silver hair, looked like a lion ready to devour its prey: "The person sitting in front of me might be a dragon king. I can't be too cautious."

Xia Mu shrugged, seeing that his relaxed demeanor hadn't made him lower his guard.

He reached out and ran his finger along the sharp blade of the Myriad Manifestations Umbrella. Then, under Angers's watchful gaze, he squeezed out a drop of blood, which fell into a test tube on the table.

The two of them stared at the test tube, their muscles equally tense.

Xia Mu must make sure he activates the Bronze Throne before time reaches zero, or he's doomed.

"laugh…"

The blood blended in without making a sound; it fused perfectly.

Xia Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know why, but it's good that I passed.

"Uh…"

Angers frowned slightly: "How could it be like this?"

"What's wrong?" Xia Mu asked curiously.

Angers' tense body had relaxed, but his tone was a bit strange: "Generally speaking, the blood of hybrids with a high proportion of dragon blood will also cause erosion of ordinary blood, so in theory your blood should also cause some devouring reaction. This complete fusion is a bit strange."

Xia Mu didn't care about all that and shrugged: "Anyway, it's confirmed that I'm not a dragon."

Angers stared at him for a moment, then finally nodded.

As long as it's not a dragon, I don't care what it is...

"call…"

As Xia Mu walked out of the office, he couldn't help but mutter again, "Cunning old fox."

He already knew Angers' entire plan, and in a word, it was brilliant!

It was raining outside. Xia Mu opened his umbrella and went out, but subconsciously looked back downstairs as raindrops fell from the edge of his umbrella.

The old man, who looked like a lion, stood at the window.

He gazed at the iron-gray sky, seemingly lost in thought, his figure hazy and distant.

"I dislike those tycoons and politicians on the board of directors. Driven by self-interest, they're willing to sacrifice anyone; politicians, after all, have no moral compass or bottom line. But all they're thinking about is construction—building a completely new era of hybrids and seizing power. All I want to do is send the dragons to their graves..."

Angers' words still ring in my ears.

Xia Mu believed that if he could, he would use the nuclear bomb's Mushroom Cloud to end the Dragon Clan. When the fire rain fell from the sky, he would light a cigar and pour a glass of champagne to commemorate his old friends.

His life was just waiting for that moment full of performance art; all he wanted was destruction, and he didn't care about anything else.

A... vengeful god.

Chu Zihang seemed determined to move to the hospital room to live with Susie. Xia Mu returned to the dormitory and found no one there, so he simply went to Erii's dormitory.

"what are you doing?"

Under the bright yellow light of the desk lamp, the girl sat upright at her desk, holding a pen, seemingly writing something.

This scene was unfamiliar to Natsuki; in fact, he had expected Erii to be in the bathtub.

"Mumu, come quick!"

When Erii saw him, her pretty little face beamed with a faint joy, and she waved her delicate white hand.

Xia Mu walked over, sat down beside her, reached out to put his arm around her slender waist, and leaned against her to look at the things on the desk.

It turned out to be a batch of documents that required signatures.

"The Lionheart Society?"

Xia Mu realized that Su Xi was recuperating in the hospital room, and Chu Zihang was with her, so for the time being, there was probably no one to manage the affairs of the Lionheart Society.

Erii wanted to talk to him about the documents, but when she was held tightly in his warm embrace, her body went limp and her heart began to stir.

She obeyed her body's signals, raised her head, wrapped her arms around his neck, looked at Xia Mu with her watery eyes, moistened her lips with her tongue, and whispered, "I want a kiss."

Nothing can stop her now.

Xia Mu recalled the kissing techniques in the video Sakura had given him, and his heart pounded; he wanted to try them out.

The lips gradually drew closer…

"Hey…"

The girl's helpless voice came from the phone, startling Xia Mu, who quickly leaned back.

"What's going on?!"

"I'm speaking to Li Yi via voice message, teaching her to categorize documents—which ones she can sign on behalf of others, and which ones you absolutely must sign for Zihang..."

Susie's voice came through.

Her emotions were normal, as if she had completely returned to her previous mood, gentle and calm.

"Xia Mu, please help me handle the Lionheart Society matter during this time. Susie will probably be able to walk again in about three months." Chu Zihang's calm voice came.

"it is good."

Xia Mu didn't ask Susie about her eyes; he simply began signing the documents after Susie explained them to him.

He was shocked when he started doing it; he never imagined that a school club could have so many documents to sign.

"Could you also help me chair the daily meetings?" Chu Zihang said.

This is not just a simple campus club; it even has its own stable source of income, obtaining considerable activity funds by providing internships to various off-campus organizations within the college.

In this respect, the Lionheart Society is more authoritative than the Student Union. After all, it is the reserve force of the Executive Department, and only the elite can get in. The Student Union is basically maintained by Caesar's personal charm and financial power.

"How are you...?"