Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

Chapter 312 307. Miss Susie’s Little Luck

Chu Zihang's hair was wet, his upper body was bare, and he stood upright against the wall with an unopened "Dragon Genealogy Refresher" on his head.

At dusk, the cold wind lifts the wooden window screens, and the hanging spider plant leaves in the floor-to-ceiling windows cut the dim sunlight into pieces.

Adjacent to the Peninsula Hotel in Tokyo is the Imperial Palace where the Emperor and his family now live. Chu Zihang calmly looked over and could see the green tile roofs, white walls and brown copper pillars.

A black raven was spreading its wings, as if hovering in the air. Chu Zihang's eyes followed the black bird that went against the wind to an unknown place and disappeared into the getting closer and closer into the night. The raven is regarded by the Japanese as a messenger that can save the souls of the dead. They believe that people will become Buddhas after death, but those who cannot become Buddhas will become ghosts wandering around the world and doing evil. The job of the raven is to save these ghosts. Different from the Chinese view, in Japan, the phenomenon of crows being nearby when a person is about to die is interpreted as crows serving as a means of transporting the dead. They guard the deceased and prevent his soul from turning into a wraith.

In fact, Chu Zihang also found a raven for himself, first it was Su Qian, and later it was Lu Mingfei.

Once you start using the forbidden technique of violent blood, you can never stop it. It's like a giant hand stretching out from the abyss, constantly pulling you into the depths of darkness.

If a student who graduates from Kassel College dies in the line of duty in the Executive Department, his name will be left in the Hall of Valor and he will be regarded as a hero who gave his life in the war with the dragons.

However, there are also some people who accidentally fall to the dragon's side after joining the Executive Department due to long-term mental depression or the use of illegal drugs. They will be regarded as...traitors. Every traitor is not qualified to stay in the Hall of Valor. Write your name.

Before accepting the Nibelung plan, Chu Zihang once thought that the dragon camp was beckoning to him. He could always see a towering tree in his dreams, with dense dragon characters drawn on the surface of the tree.

At that time, he thought that one day he would become a message on the bulletin board like Ye Sheng or any other dead commissioner.

But even if he dies, he hopes that he can die as a human being instead of being killed by his companions as a Deadpool.

Chu Zihang was always ready to pierce Murasame's knife tip into his heart, but he didn't want another corrupted will to descend on his eroded body after his soul died.

So that's when he needed a raven, one to keep an eye on him and prevent him from coming back to life after he died.

It was already very cold in Tokyo at the end of November, but Chu Zihang's skin was surrounded by a thin layer of white steam.

His room was very large, much larger than Lu Mingfei's and Caesar's rooms, and there was a huge terrace outside the room, so he had time to practice swordsmanship.

Chu Zihang slowly stretched his whole body, as if he was about to pick up something, and the leopard-like muscles rippled under Chu Zihang's skin.

Every time Murasame swings, he can always use the greatest force to cut the shortest arc, so that the speed of his knife can become faster and faster, and finally exceed the sound, exceed the moment, or even exceed...

Time zero.

There are probably only three people in Kassel Academy who can surpass Chu Zihang in terms of pedigree. Hilbert Jean Angers, who is known as the tyrant, and Flamel, who has mastered the ultimate secret of alchemy since the fourteenth century. Mentor, and Lu Mingfei who was able to pull out almost every sword of the Seven Deadly Sins just by relying on his own blood.

Even Caesar, who was once regarded as an old enemy, and Fingel, the ace of Kassel Academy many years ago, could not defeat Chu Zihang in terms of blood.

Such excellent bloodline made Chu Zihang stronger and stronger. His sword swing speed became faster and faster, and he could only see a series of phantoms. The enemy standing in front of him will first see the sky spinning, and then hear the sound of a knife piercing the air. Because the blade has left the sound far behind, and the village rain has wiped your throat, you only hear the clang of the steel knife being unsheathed and the roar of the wind being torn apart.

Even Chu Zihang couldn't maintain such high-intensity training for a long time. Every time he practiced the sword, his blood would almost boil, and his body temperature would be so high that white steam would immediately rise when cold water was poured on him.

He seemed to be a very powerful person, but in fact Chu Zihang only felt a sense of security when he held the handle of the knife wrapped in mackerel skin.

This sense of security may come from someone who has also held the knife.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and Susie, who had neatly put on her pajamas and nightgown and bound her long black hair with a hairband, walked out of it.

There were drops of water hanging on the ends of the girl's hair, and her body was also moist. Her skin showed a bright red color from the jade-like white. She hugged her slender lotus-like arms, tilted her head and leaned against the door frame to look at Chu Zi. sail.

"These few days are a special period for you, so you should keep warm." Chu Zihang said, "Long-term exposure to cold stimulation will affect the amount of menstrual blood, which will eventually lead to dysmenorrhea, dizziness, headaches and lack of energy. Finally, it will also cause menstruation. Not tuned."

Susie touched her face, a little embarrassed, and hummed like a mosquito.

"Long-term and frequent menstrual irregularities may mean loss of fertility." Chu Zihang hesitated for a moment, took off the large book on his head and placed it on top of a pile of textbooks on the small table next to him. He walked to the window and closed it. , and then close the window screen.

"I guess your physiological reserve for girls is still in the physiology class in high school." Susie stuck out her tongue and raised her sword-like slender eyebrows, but they didn't look sharp, but rather cute.

"There is a significant gap between the physical characteristics of mixed-race species and those of ordinary people. In a sense, we can no longer even be called the same species... Other girls can easily develop chocolate cysts in the womb. Growing something is unimaginable to us.”

Chu Zihang's expression was a little embarrassed, he could only sit on the edge of the bed and lowered his head to look at Su Qian's fleshy calves and those two beautiful feet wearing crystal sandals.

A glistening big toe curled up playfully, as if giving Chu Zihang a thumbs up. Chu Zihang's mouth twitched and he silently looked away.

Su Qian came and sat down next to Chu Zihang. She took off her hairband, and her waterfall-like long hair hung down, half covering her soft and delicate face.

Compared to Nono, Susie looks more like a college student with some teeth. Sometimes she is a bit of a middle school student. She likes to read some Japanese comics that Chu Zihang finds incomprehensible, such as Doraemon and Digimon. Chu Zihang is still okay. It's understandable, after all, who wouldn't look forward to owning a Digimon Mechacat that can pull fire-breathing monsters out of his pocket?

But "Gintama" is still too advanced for Chu Zihang, a rather conservative embryo-killer who is no different from a medieval ascetic in the eyes of the aristocratic gentlemen of the student union.

"I'm wondering why the college doesn't ask Professor Schneider to send more experienced specialists to carry out tomorrow's dive mission. The executive department has absorbed many outstanding hybrids over the years. The people who join this organization are not just Cassel College. Graduate." Susie wrinkled her delicate nose. She bought her pajamas and nightgown with Nono, and at the strong request of the little witch, she bought the waist-cinching kind. Susie was originally the kind of delicate and timid Chinese girl. Her slender and tall waist and overlapping slender legs made her whole body seem to be covered with a layer of light.

"The only experimental samples of the Nibelungen Plan are me and Caesar. The Jiyuan Plan is of course important, but it is also not a trivial matter to let the funding school board understand that their money is spent wisely." Chu Zihang said.

Su Qian skillfully sat sideways and put her pair of plain white calves on Chu Zihang's thighs. Chu Zihang naturally began to unblock her bones and knead her muscles.

The girl's bones and flesh were tight, slender, condensed, without a trace of fat, and her skin was as smooth as mutton-fat white jade. When she was being kneaded by Chu Zihang, it seemed like she was being held and played with by this guy.

The kendo girl who had already fallen into the gentle land blinked, a slight humming sound came from her nasal cavity, and a warm fragrance came out and enveloped Chu Zihang's whole body. Chu Zihang, however, looked at her nose and heart, and seemed to have no interest in this beautiful and delicious lying beauty.

"Caesar said that he had to complete this mission. He had a reason to do it, but he didn't trust other people, so he hoped that I could be with him." Chu Zihang hesitated and said softly.

He didn't say a word. The real elites in the execution department were a group of people called "Beheaders". The authority level of those people was pseudo-S. The so-called pseudo-S meant that it was higher than A but lower than S. Every beheader is an elite who has experienced hundreds of battles and has an excellent bloodline.

But no beheader's lineage could surpass him and Caesar, except those on the gray list. But the guys on the gray list are all performing top-secret missions. Even Angers can't contact these people. They have almost left the execution department and cannot participate in this mission.

Susie was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Then what do you want to eat when you come back? I'll buy it and make it myself. The Japanese taste is still not to your liking, right? Although you always seem to have a good time eating with Lu Mingfei and the others."

"Yes. Because junior brother said that I should learn to communicate with others and become friends with my companions." Chu Zihang raised his head and glanced at Su Qian. Su Qian's breathing became heavier because of Chu Zihang's golden eyes. Even when he doesn't deliberately release his mental pressure, he still looks like some kind of cold-blooded reptile looking at the world through those eyes.

After rubbing his calves, Chu Zihang took down a huge towel from the shelf of Sakuragi next to him, and carefully wiped Susie's hair.

Shaking shadows fell on Su Qian and Chu Zihang, and both of them could not see clearly in the dim light.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun had almost completely disappeared, and the heating system in the room made a low hum. In addition, there was only the rustling sound of Chu Zihang wiping Su Qian's hair.

The shadow that fell on them was Susie's long skirt. It was not the miniskirt that Japanese girls like to wear even on snowy days, but an antique skirt that was a bit solemn but restrained just because of its style.

A black horse-faced skirt with Chinese-style embroidery on the hem was hung on a hanger next to the floor-to-ceiling window. The hem of the skirt was lifted by the weak warm current from the heating system. Under the skirt was Chu Zihang's tennis bag placed against the wall, which was hidden inside. Looking at his Murasame.

Compared with the changeable and exaggerated aesthetics and tastes of many girls at Kassel College, Susie has her own understanding of the words "popular" and "fashionable". In the eyes of the kendo girl, whatever her family Zihang likes is popular, and whatever Zihang thinks looks good is fashionable.

According to international standards, Master Chu's taste in girls' clothing is probably several versions behind Caesar's.

The style of horse-faced skirt and woolen coat completely hit Chu Zihang's aesthetics, so this is what Susie wore when she took her boyfriend out for shopping these two days. She turned heads very much when walking on the street.

"If it's just me, I actually like to eat whatever you make." Chu Zihang said slowly. Susie raised her head to look into his eyes, and he also lowered his head to look into Susie's eyes.

The corners of the girl's mouth curled up slightly. She reached out to touch Chu Zihang's wet hair, and used the corner of the big towel to wipe Chu Zihang's hair.

Chu Zihang said: "You don't need to help me wipe my hair. Now I have strong control over the spirit of speech. I can use high temperature to evaporate the water, just like this..."

As he spoke, the furry head that Susie was holding down with the towel started to smoke, as if what she was holding down was a boiling iron pot. Susie blinked and laughed softly.

Chu Zihang didn't understand what Su Qian was laughing at, so he scratched his dry hair. The next second the hand stopped in the air.

Su Qian suddenly hugged Chu Zihang.

"It's dangerous down there in the abyss..." Su Qian said softly, her clear pupils reflecting Chu Zihang's expressionless face in the dim moonlight.

"Norma said that if there was a sleeping embryo underneath, our survival rate would be 67%." Chu Zihang said,

"In addition, if there is indeed a city from the Age of Gods buried under the Abyss, then there is a high possibility that there are corpse guards in the city. Those things will not attack us, because the Dieste is just an iron lump to them ”

"What if the embryo has already hatched, or is about to hatch?" Susie lowered her eyes and pressed her cheek against Chu Zihang's naked, hot chest. The heavy and steady sound of drums like a copper bell echoed in her ears. , that was Chu Zihang’s heartbeat.

The temperature of the girl's cheek was actually very high, and her face was flushed, but it was still too cold for Chu Zihang. He shivered slightly, but he didn't know why he behaved like this.

"No, Caesar said his luck has always been good." Chu Zihang said. He avoided Susie's question because the answer was obvious.

Facing a first-generation species or even a first-generation species eight kilometers deep under the sea, they had no chance of winning.

Susie sighed softly, rubbed Chu Zihang's chest gently like a kitten worried about its owner, and looked at him with soft eyes: "I'm very worried about you, and I hope you can come back safely."

Chu Zihang silently looked down at the beautiful, seemingly helpless girl in his arms, and nodded after a moment.

Susie then moved closer and pressed her cheek against Chu Zihang's.

"I love you, so please don't...leave me." Her voice was very gentle and low, "Just treat it as a promise, okay?"

Chu Zihang hesitated for a moment, then also put his arms around Su Qian. He gently kissed the girl's lips, and looked at Su Qian in the dim light.

"I love you too, so I promise you..." Chu Zihang said, "I will come back."

The corners of the girl's eyes were filled with crimson color. She held a strand of hair between her teeth, her eyes gradually became blurred, and then Susie seemed to wake up suddenly, shyly burying her head into the man's chest again.

The two people hugged quietly in the darkness, and the Tokyo night view with mountains and seas rushing towards them was like the best curtain to wrap them gently.

The wind echoed silently over the city, and Chu Zihang suddenly felt that he had never been so consistent with another person's heartbeat as now.

He reached out and stroked Susie's long hair, gently smelling the warm fragrance of the girl's body, and the two people breathed each other in the quiet room.