Dragon Raja: Starting with Summoning Erii

Caesar calmly uttered a single word to him: "Get out."

Percy paused for a moment, then said, "Hmm."

Clearly, while he conveyed Frost's meaning, he himself actually felt that the approach was too far-fetched...

Subway station exit.

"Senior brother, are you sure Xia Mu will come out from here?"

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were outside the exit.

"Hmm, the seismic fluctuations have disappeared, which means that the King of Earth and Mountains is dead. I can't think of anyone else besides Xia Mu who could have taken him down by himself."

Chu Zihang looked at the subway station under the bright lights.

"Then why this exit?"

"This is the location I calculated."

Lu Mingfei leaned against the lamppost, wanting to ask something more, when he suddenly heard heavy footsteps.

It was the middle of the night, the subway had long since stopped running, and the subway stations were closed, so theoretically no one could possibly come out.

But the footsteps were so clear that they felt as if they were stepping into the ground.

"Out."

Chu Zihang straightened his body at the station.

The two of them saw the dark subway station exit, and a dark figure walked out step by step down the stairs.

Xia Mu, dressed in all black, appeared under the streetlights, his face expressionless.

"Finally out!"

Lu Mingfei left the lamppost, beaming, "I can go back to sleep now... uh."

"What happened?" Chu Zihang asked in a deep voice.

Holding the Thousand Chance Umbrella in her hand, Xia Mu continued walking forward step by step.

"The mission is complete, everything is fine now."

They weren't Erii, so he didn't force himself to perform.

"Could you describe the process? I'll write a mission report when I get back," Chu Zihang said softly.

"Senior brother..."

Lu Mingfei tugged at his sleeve.

Xia Mu was clearly in a very bad mood. Was it necessary to ask now?

Chu Zihang shook his head at him... He hoped to hear Xia Mu tell him what had happened so that they could share the burden.

Xia Mu paused for a moment, his voice flat and even: "The King of the Earth and the Mountain was also a twin, Fenrir and Jormungandr. Fenrir was raised in the underground Nibelungen, while Jormungandr was outside. I killed Fenrir, and then I killed Jormungandr."

Chu Zihang's eyes narrowed: "Jormungandr is outside? Who is he?!"

Xia Mu calmly said, "Xia Mi."

Chu Zihang froze, then slowly leaned back against the telephone pole.

Lu Mingfei's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "She...she...Xia Mi is the Dragon King?!"

Xia Mu nodded slightly and continued walking forward step by step.

"Senior brother, what do we do now?"

Lu Mingfei turned to look at Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang silently watched Xia Mu's retreating figure, then turned around and said, "Go back and write the mission report."

"What?"

Lu Mingfei caught up with him, "Senior brother, aren't you going to take care of Xia Mu? He must be in so much pain right now..."

Chu Zihang kept walking: "It's alright, he'll recover in a couple of days."

“Even if he seems fine by then, he will definitely have scars in his heart. Shouldn’t we do something?” Lu Mingfei asked.

Chu Zihang paused, then said softly, "There's nothing we can do."

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"He doesn't need our comfort, not even..."

Chu Zihang looked back.

“He doesn’t need us around.”

That lonely figure walked down the deserted street, gradually disappearing into the distance…

Lu Mingfei only caught up with Chu Zihang after Xia Mu's figure disappeared.

"Lu Mingfei".

Chu Zihang's deep voice suddenly came, "If you like Ling, give her a definite answer, don't drag it out... If you still like Nuonuo, then fight for it for yourself, don't have any reservations..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei's shoulders slumped loosely again: "How did this come down to me..."

Chu Zihang's face was indistinct in the darkness.

"Because loss...is a very painful thing."

Lu Mingfei stared blankly at his profile.

Has my senior brother also lost anything he originally possessed...?

Chapter 250 Holding My Hand

Hidden behind high-rise buildings, the old neighborhood still has plane trees, their leaves all fallen, their bare branches cutting the pale moonlight into fragments.

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Xia Mu stepped into the dark stairwell, her footsteps shimmering in the moonlight.

He stood at the door of room 201, unit 15.

He reached into his black stand-up collar coat and pulled out the key that had been hidden in a pocket compartment.

"Click".

He inserted the key and turned it slowly.

After unlocking the door, he hesitated for a long time, his hand hovering over the door, unable to push it open.

A person's passing is quick; in an instant, in a moment, they can disappear without a trace.

But the past she left behind is like a mountain, so heavy it seems to crush the whole world.

He pushed open the door, as if opening a dusty box of memories.

The door opened, and moonlight mixed with a delicate fragrance wafted in.

He closed the door, turned on the light, stood at the doorway, and froze.

The spacious room was spotless, and the floor was smooth and bright, without a speck of dust.

He turned to look at the stove, but didn't see that familiar figure or the bouncing ponytail. Instead, he saw only neatly stacked bowls and kitchen utensils.

What were her feelings when she left?

Xia Mu closed his eyes and seemed to see the girl humming a song as she tidied up the house, putting everything away, throwing away all the trash, wiping the floor clean, and locking the doors and windows.

Did she also shout "I'm off!" with her back to the house?

He opened his eyes, walked to the chest of drawers, and gently opened it.

This is a full chest of drawers, neatly organized.

The folded clothes showed that she had only brought back a portion of the clothes he had bought for her; long socks, short socks, cotton socks, and stockings were all rolled up and placed side by side in one drawer, like a nest of fluffy squirrels, while on the other side were colorful underwear, also neatly folded.

In the middle are other miscellaneous items, an antique record player, and rows of collectible records.

Xia Mu gently stroked each record. He hadn't even collected them all himself, but he saw them here.

There isn't even a TV here, so when she's alone, she probably often sits on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, right? The curtains are open, and she can see the sunset. A record player is playing his songs... Does she feel lonely?

Do you draw the curtains tightly when it's late at night, otherwise you might be scared? Wouldn't a little girl who has just been born be afraid of the dark?

He closed the dresser, sat down on the edge of the bed, and could almost see her in her underwear and stockings... Is this what you meant by not wasting this body?

Xia Mu closed her eyes and gently stroked the soft bed surface, her fingers accidentally touching the pillow.

He opened his eyes and pulled a thick photo album from under his pillow.

He suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe.

The first page shows a little girl, four or five years old, wearing a princess dress, making a peace sign with a slightly blank expression; the second page shows a seven or eight-year-old girl with pigtails and innocent, carefree eyes; the third page shows a girl in elementary school wearing a red scarf; the fourth page shows a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, still innocent and childlike; the fifth page shows a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, vibrant and youthful…

Turning the pages one by one is like watching the girl gradually grow up, slowly imitating humans, and finally becoming like a real person.

Xia Mu's fingers stopped.

The album doesn't contain photographs, but a hand-drawn picture... On the day they first met, he was lying on Chu Zihang's bed, and she was standing beside the bed, the sunlight illuminating their faces.

"Xia Mu, I often think, if I had taken you away that day, would there have been no more entanglements afterward? You wouldn't have had your heart filled with that girl, and you would belong to me."

The handwriting below is Xia Mi's.

Xia Mu gently stroked the black ink and slowly turned to the next page.

It was still a hand-drawn illustration; it was their second meeting, in a hotel, where she bit his shoulder and neck.

"If we hadn't noticed your abnormality, if we hadn't inhaled that first mouthful of blood, we wouldn't be where we are today."

On the next page, they are walking together in the Bronze City, with her pushing him, and a bubble above the picture reads: "Men walk in front!"

Xia Mu's lips curved into a smile, but her eyes stung with tears.

He slowly turned the pages, one by one, each page filled with snippets of their time together.

There were photos of them taken together at the airport, secret photos of them having an affair at night, hand-drawn pictures of them eating popcorn, and a picture of him lovingly caressing her white fuzzy skirt...

Last but not least, there's a photo of them holding hands in the sunset, walking in a dim world, their long shadows overlapping on the ground.