Dragon Raja: Starting with Summoning Erii

And who are you?

Erii blinked her beautiful eyes.

Uesugi Kotsushi danced around excitedly: "I'm your father! Your genes come from me, you have my blood, so you have to call me father!"

Erii blinked, still confused: "Then I should call Mumu 'Dad'..."

"W-what?" Uesugi Koshi was dumbfounded.

Erii said earnestly, "The first time I absorbed the White King's bones, it was Mumu who gave me a lot of blood to preserve my consciousness. This time, when I was about to die, it was Mumu who saved my life with a lot of blood..."

"So, my life was given to me by Mumu, and I have Mumu's blood flowing in my veins. I should call Mumu Dad."

She spoke with such sincerity that it left Uesugi Koshi dizzy.

"This logic...this statement...it's wrong...it's not right..."

Uesugi Koshi was on the verge of tears.

“In Erii’s world, Natsuki is the sky; we can’t compare to him,” Genjiro comforted him.

"She still calls me 'sister,' don't mind it," Yuan Zhinu chuckled.

Uesugi grabbed their necks and yelled fiercely, "You two, why aren't you calling me daddy?! Call me daddy now!"

"Hey! How can you be so unreasonable! Do you think daughters have rights but sons don't?!"

"Let go! Let go!"

"..."

The three of them were making a ruckus when Erii turned around, a faint, gentle smile flashing across her lips.

She looked at the sky, at the rain, and counted down the days until Xia Mu returned…

Meanwhile, Xia Mu was searching the world for the existence of the Dark Lord, wishing he could dig three feet into the ground.

Finally, he discovered the site of mass replication underground in Siberia, along with many replicas of the world's richest and most powerful individuals.

"It's really interesting. How many of those rulers who are high and mighty now are actually real?"

Behind Xia Mu, the sky collapsed and the earth caved in.

This is the last clue; all the copies point here. It seems that after being buried, everything has become dust of history.

But the true Dark Lord has still not appeared.

He sent a copy of the copied personnel list to Eva, and those countries under the control of the Secret Party would naturally be dealt with by them.

Is this the end?

Xia Mu looked up at the sky.

A light drizzle was falling.

"It's time to go home..."

He unfolded his membrane wings and soared into the sky, untouched by the light rain.

"gone."

A moment later, several figures dressed in robes, resembling mummies, appeared in the spot.

"In another ten days or so, all the Dragon Kings will be revived, and then we will no longer need to hide."

"Everyone, continue with the task."

"We need someone to monitor his movements so that he can't be discovered."

The group seemed like emotionless communication machines, exchanging words back and forth, but their conversation stalled at this point, with no one taking the initiative to respond.

"I go."

A deep, resonant voice rang out.

An eight-legged celestial horse slowly approached, its wings flashing with lightning.

"Yes."

The others bowed respectfully, clearly indicating they were of lower status than him.

They quickly retreated.

A tall figure rode an eight-legged celestial horse, holding a golden holy spear, and remained motionless for a long time.

"Xiamu..."

"A true opponent... is not so easy to deal with..."

"Perhaps I'll do something unexpected..."

"You must understand what I mean..."

"I trust you…"

He turned around and shuffled away.

Natsuki returned to Tokyo.

"Eri-i".

"Mumu".

Under the eaves, the two smiled at each other.

Natsuki leaned in through the window and hugged Erii around the waist.

Genjiro propped his head up with his hand, Genjiro drank his tea, and Uesugi looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at a love rival.

"Do you really not need to have a big wedding?" Yuan Zhisheng suddenly asked.

Natsuki, holding Erii tightly, jumped in through the window and held her firmly in his arms.

“No, Erii wants a quiet wedding,” he said with a smile.

For Erii, the wedding with so many people watching made her feel uncomfortable.

She didn't care how many people saw her wedding, nor how many blessings she received; she just wanted to be with Xia Mu forever.

It's okay if we don't get married.

“Everything is ready,” Genji said.

"Thank you, you've worked hard."

Xia Mu thought for a moment, then looked at him, "You and Sakura... do you want to come together?"

"what?"

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes widened slightly.

"Humph."

Yuan Zhinu gave a cold snort.

"Uh, no, thank you..."

Yuan Zhisheng scratched his head.

Natsuki rolled her eyes, released Erii's slender waist, and suddenly asked, "Is the young girl more important or Sakura?"

"what?"

Yuan Zhisheng stared wide-eyed.

Yuan Zhinv looked over with great interest.

"If Sakura and Chizuru are both facing a life-threatening crisis, and you can only choose to save one of them first, who would you save?" Natsuki asked again.

Yuan Zhisheng felt a chill run down his spine.

"Idiot, your brother is with you, but Sakura isn't here..." Uesugi Yue muttered unintentionally behind him.

Yuan Zhisheng's lips twitched: "Believe it or not, Xia Mu recorded this?"

"what?"

Uesugi looked back at Natsuki.

"whee."

Erii took her phone out of her pocket.

It wasn't recording; they had already dialed Sakura's phone and were currently on a call.

"Young Master, who do you choose?"

Sakura's gentle voice came through.

Yuan Zhisheng's resentful gaze overwhelmed Xia Mu...

Chapter 398 The Wedding!

Xia Mu waded through the warm river, the surface of which was shrouded in a dense mist. Lotus flowers drifted from upstream to downstream, like rootless duckweed.

The river wasn't deep, the water was clear, and the bottom was covered with smooth pebbles. It felt very comfortable to walk barefoot on the pebbles, and you could see small fish swimming around your ankles when you looked down.

"Master, that's enough."

"The beautiful maid, Setsuko, said respectfully."

He went ashore, and Shizuko immediately squatted down to wipe his feet and put on his shoes.

This is an ancient custom passed down through the Sheqi Eight Families: washing one's feet before the wedding to cleanse away the dust of the past.

This kind of secluded and Zen-like place is perfect.

Short but melodious music drifted from across the river, with piano, violin, and cello harmonizing with each other. Xia Mu knew this was a sound check before the performance began, and an open-air concert was about to start.

Surrounded by people, he walked across the river to attend a grand gathering.

Xia Mu saw his reflection in the river, dressed in a neat and simple white suit.

Erii's ideal wedding was mostly based on what she saw on TV; she could only describe the feeling, but Natsuki still tried his best to fulfill her wishes.

Ahead lay a lush green meadow, with small yellow flowers blooming among the grass, swaying in the wind. The girls waited on the grass.