Dragon Raja: Starting with Summoning Erii

Xia Mu was in a great mood when she turned around and found that her hands were playing with a ball.

Erii's face turned bright red...

Chapter 338 The Medicine Given by the Patriarch…

"Patriarch!"

When Natsuki entered the shrine, all the family representatives who were sitting in their seats stood up and bowed at a ninety-degree angle like ears of wheat.

After the recent days of sniping, the entire family has calmed down. The initial panic in the face of the invasion of mixed-race people from all over the world has gradually subsided, replaced by pride and recognition.

The logic is simple: a leader who can lead everyone to victory is a good leader; a leader who can distribute the spoils of war to the soldiers after winning battles will be supported; and a leader who keeps winning battles and keeps bringing benefits to everyone is everyone's god!

Therefore, throughout history, there have been countless examples of generals being worshipped as gods during times of war.

"Please sit down."

Xia Mu was very approachable; after taking the seat of honor, he waved his hand.

"When I took over as patriarch, I didn't immediately convene a clan meeting because of the imminent threat of a great enemy. Now, everyone should have more confidence in this war."

Upon hearing this, the heads of various families all smiled knowingly.

"Our patriarch's plans were flawless. The incident in the red-light district was truly beyond everyone's expectations. We never imagined that ordinary people in the underground forces could play such a significant role," Inuyama He was the first to sing praises.

"Yes, and every perfectly timed earthquake prediction always manages to lead a large number of hybrids into dire straits."

"These battles were so satisfying, especially seeing the white mixed-race people who used to grovel over us. It made me feel so much better!"

"..."

Inuyama He started the procession, and the heads of the five families followed suit, with many more smaller families immediately joining in.

Fuma Kotaro looked at the scene before him with a strange expression.

Just a few days ago, he was vehemently opposing the passing of the patriarchal position, but now everyone is unanimously supporting it?

"The reason I've gathered you all here is not to hear you sing my praises."

Xia Mu reached out and pressed down, and the shrine immediately fell silent.

Because he had played a significant role in the extermination of the Demon Clan, rather than Genjiro leading the charge alone, and because his subordinates, including Sakurai Kogure and Sakurai Akira, had taken precautions before the Tokyo Storm arrived and withstood the Demon Clan's final counterattack, he already held considerable prestige within the Snake Clan.

Ordinary small families don't know as much as the heads of the five clans. They don't have so many worries. The perfect candidate for patriarch is the one who can lead the family to glory!

"In my eyes, wars are all for the benefit of the family. Don't listen to those mixed-race people outside who clamor to slay dragons. In fact, the instigators behind them are just coveting dragon bones."

As soon as Natsuki finished speaking, the shrine fell silent.

This topic is rather sensitive. Although the Snake Clan has always proclaimed their intention to destroy the gods, if they could obtain the Dragon Bone…

"Not only is it impossible for you to obtain the dragon bone, but even if you did, what would it have to do with you?"

Xia Mu said calmly, "Instead of thinking about these things, you should think about how to expand the family business further, so that the profits can truly be in your own hands."

Many people looked at him blankly.

"I believe that a qualified head of the family is not someone who constantly tells everyone that we must endure, that we must make sacrifices, and that we must sacrifice everything for the greater good, but rather someone who leads everyone to a better life."

Xia Mu's words moved many people, but also left many others confused.

Tachibana Masamune's brainwashing over the years has been incredibly effective, truly making many clansmen regard righteousness as everything.

As for what the greater good is, it is Tachibana Masamune's own interests.

"War is for the sake of interests."

Xia Mu repeated the sentence in a daze once again.

All eyes were on his face, and a sense of anticipation lingered in their hearts.

"There are many businesses in the world of mixed races, but we have never been able to successfully reach them because of historical reasons; we were defeated."

Xia Mu looked around. "But what if this global campaign to eradicate hybrids fails?"

"What if we win?"

"What will happen when our underground businesses go overseas again?"

"Do other mixed-race people from other places dare to stop us?"

As he asked his questions, everyone's eyes lit up.

Profit! Profit! The eternal theme of this world!

Xia Mu stood up, looking at the fervent gazes below, and spoke with a resounding voice.

"If we all work together to win this war, we will step into the world of hybrids and truly own the global underground market!"

Hundreds of family heads stood up in unison, creating a deafening roar.

"Yes!"

Seeing them leave in excitement and exhilaration, Kotaro Fuma couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement himself.

He couldn't deny that he was starting to feel that Natsuki was suitable for the position of patriarch. Perhaps the Snake Clan would really go further and further under his leadership, until they conquered the world!

The Fairy Tree Romance

"Wind Demon Lord!"

Just then, Xia Mu's voice came.

As soon as Fuma Kotaro stood up, he instinctively bowed at a ninety-degree angle: "Head of the family."

Xia Mu was taken aback by his words.

"No need for formalities. I just prepared a small gift for Lord Fengmo when I came down from the mountain."

His smile was somewhat strange.

Fuma Kotaro, unsuspecting, earnestly thanked them: "Thank you for your concern, Master."

He took the small bottle Xia Mu handed him, his eyes filled with confusion, because there were no instructions on it.

"It's a special medicine I ordered the Ganryu Research Institute to make. It's effective regardless of age. After all, I heard you and Ms. Sakurai had a disappointing experience last night... cough cough cough..."

Before Xia Mu could finish speaking, he saw Fuma Kotaro's liver-colored face and quickly slipped away.

"What did the patriarch say to you?"

Sakurai Nanami walked over, not caring about the stares of the crowd, and took Fuma Kotaro's hand.

Fuma Kotaro's face darkened, and he seemed a little embarrassed: "N-nothing..."

"I'll tell you!"

The middle-aged beauty's coquettishness made the old man feel weak all over.

"The patriarch gave me a drug to enhance my abilities at night..."

Fuma Kotaro blurted it out in a daze.

Then I felt a tightness in my arm, and when I turned around, I saw Sakurai Nanami's embarrassed and annoyed gaze.

"What nonsense are you spouting! How could the patriarch possibly give you something like this! You shameless old man!"

"It really was given to me by the patriarch!"

The two got into the car amidst their bickering, leaving a group of onlookers standing there with varying expressions.

"Was it really given to you by the patriarch?"

In the car, Sakurai Nanami examined the small bottle closely, her face slightly flushed: "Why is there no explanation on this?"

"This was specially made by the Flame Stream Research Institute," Fuma Kotaro said in a low voice.

He felt that even the driver shouldn't hear these words.

"How much dosage did you add?"

Sakurai Nanami glanced at her with a flirtatious look.

How would I know…

Fuma Kotaro felt hot all over, as if he were an eighteen-year-old boy surging with energy.

Let's go back and give it a try!

"it is good!"

Chapter 339 Xia Mi's Mockery

"Brother, what is this?"

When Natsuki came out of the shower, he saw Erii holding a small bottle and looking confused.

"That's useless. Here, give it to me."

Xia Mu's face flushed slightly, but she pretended to remain calm.

"Haha, you actually secretly kept a bottle. What? Afraid it won't last?"

Xia Mi laughed so hard in his mind that he almost fell over.

"Wait! Let me see Jormungandr's memories... um?"

Her long, swaying legs suddenly stopped moving, and her small, spiritual face flushed red.

Then...

She burst out laughing, laughed hysterically, and slapped the ground with ecstasy: "So that's how it is, hahaha!"

Xia Mu's face turned both embarrassed and dark: "What are you laughing at!"

Xia Mi forced a smile, her face still flushed: "It's your first time, don't worry about it, it's normal... Pfft, hahahahahaha..."

Xia Mu: "..."

Xia Mi laughed for a long, long time before stopping, her lips still curved in a smile, her eyes narrowed in amusement, and she bit her lip: "Actually, you don't need to worry. As a dragon, your sensitivity will decrease quickly, and then your stamina will determine everything. Especially since you have absolute control over your body, you can stay as long as you want."

"Oh, finally."

Natsuki took the small bottle from Erii's hand and casually tossed it into the trash can.