"It's me, Natsumi!"

The girl pounced on him from behind, her slender wrists resting on his shoulders.

"Natsumi!"

Chu Zihang turned his head suddenly, his eyes returned to their former clarity, and his eyes were full of shock.

"It's not easy to finally wake you up, I've been calling you for a long time, and my voice is almost hoarse." Xia Mi smiled, just like when she first saw her, as if everything in BJ had never happened.

"You ......" Chu Zihang opened his mouth to say something, but he took the initiative to intercept the end of the words.

"What does Senior Brother want to ask?" Xia Mi walked around to the front of Chu Zihang, found a chair and sat down.

Only then did Chu Zihang realize that he seemed to have come to the living room at some point. There are antique buildings everywhere, but the tables, chairs and benches everywhere you see are made of crystal.

On the table of the Eight Immortals, there are two cups, which contain half a cup of green tea that cannot be seen from the doorway but is fragrant, and it also exudes curling smoke.

He lowered his eyes.

What to ask?

You're alive? How did you end up here? Or is it ...... Are you Shami or Jörmungad?

"If Senior Brother doesn't ask, then I'll ask first." Xia Mi took a leisurely posture, took the cup and drank it all, stretched out his hand and pointed at it from afar: "Sit down and say, senior brother, a primary school student like a teacher who seems to be punished by the teacher." ”

Chu Zihang opened his legs and immediately took them back.

Hands and feet.

After calming down a little, he sat silently opposite Natsumi.

"How's it going?" Natsumi asked.

Chu Zihang was stunned.

He was ready to be asked some strange questions, but he didn't expect that the first sentence would be this kind of greeting between two old friends who have a good relationship, no matter how ordinary and plain.

"Scared?" Xia Mi saw what he was thinking: "Senior brother thought I would ask something, why didn't he hesitate to stab me at that time?" ”

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment.

His Adam's apple rolled, and it took him a while to spit out almost inaudible words: "Do you blame me?" ”

"What's to blame for this, I'm the Dragon King, you're human, and your position is different. When a killer kills, if he is not prepared to be killed, he will not succeed. "Natsumi...... No, it should be said that Jörmungadr didn't seem to care about it.

"I just didn't expect it." Xia Mi held his forehead and sighed: "I didn't expect us to have such a day." ”

"It's like a nightmare." Chu Zihang's thin lips twitched.

"The nightmare is over." Natsumi whispered.

She stretched, picked up her teacup and took another sip.

Originally empty cups. I don't know when it was full again.

"The tea is very fragrant, do you want to try it?"

Chu Zihang picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Hmm. It's not like humans can make it. ”

"You don't have to test anymore, it's not my territory. This space is in the middle of two different worlds, you humans and us dragons, and it has nothing to do with me. Natsumi tilted her head and smiled.

Chu Zihang didn't say a word, just silently put the sword on his back on the table, the hilt of the sword was facing Xia Mi, and the tip of the sword was pointing at himself.

"What do you mean, brother?" The corners of Natsumi's mouth are hooked.

"You can kill me. I won't move. ”

"Puff ......" Xia Mi laughed: "It's been so long, why are you still like this, you can't catch up with the girl you like." ”

“……”

"Have you ever liked me?" Natsumi asked again.

"Why do you ask this?"

"Curious, you should satisfy my curiosity and reply." She blinked.

Chu Zihang half-covered his eyes: "I like it." Hmmm......"

He snorted and fell to his knees, clutching his chest, which had been impaled in an instant.

In an instant, blood stained the combat uniform red, dripping down the fingers and dripping to the ground.

Tick, tick.

"Ahem......"

He gasped, his throat overflowing with the sound of an old bellows.

"From now on, we don't owe each other." Xia Mi lowered his face, squatted in front of him, stretched out his hand to sort out the broken hair on his forehead for him, and countered his forehead: "In the future, there will be no more Xia Mi in your world." ”

The vitality is gradually passing away, and the temperature of the whole body is being emptied little by little.

The light outside dimmed, and a gust of wind blew by, as if someone was singing in the distance.

"The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the sky is clear. Return to yourself and attach the soul of the dead. Your family is thousands of miles away, and your dead body is in his capital. It is difficult to collect your skin and flesh in a foreign land, and he does not hide your dry bones. Mosquito and fly bites are very troublesome, and wind and rain are even more miserable. The soul returns to attach to your body, and I return to the old house with me to bury. Mountains and rivers are separated from each other, and the wind is good all the way into the homeland. Soul, return! The soul is back! ”

The voice is mournful and clear, and every syllable has a hook.

It was a tone that Chu Zihang was all too familiar with.

"Yes, no, ......" The excessive blood loss caused his consciousness to fall into chaos, but he just forced out these three words.

Xia Mi sighed: "Senior brother, is there anything you haven't done yet, maybe I can do it for you." ”

Chu Zihang looked outside and slowly stretched out his hand, as if to grab something.

"Ghost ......"

"Harm, Xiaohang, it's hard for me to do this." A black shadow flashed in, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared on the main seat in the center of the living room, and Chu Zihang, who was about to fall to the ground with exhaustion, had already appeared in his arms.

Xia Mi squinted at the man in black who suddenly visited, her eyes condensed: "Who are you?" ”

The visitor was wrapped in black clothes, wearing a hideous and terrifying mask on his face, revealing only a pair of eyes—golden pupils that eclipsed the heavens and the earth.

"It doesn't matter." The voice of the man in black was clear and magnetic, like a young man in his early twenties.

"Give him back to me!" Xia Mi stretched out his hand, and on his bare neck, blue-gray dragon scales appeared.

The man in black glanced at her condescendingly, and chuckled: "It's not okay now, young lady, I want to cure him first, and I am entrusted to ensure his safety, understand." ”

As he spoke, his fingertips lit up. The brilliance flowed and sprinkled on the wound on Chu Zihang's chest. In a moment, the wound disappeared completely, and Chu Zihang's pale face as pale as paper also returned to ruddy.

He opened his eyes and saw a familiar figure, and the corners of his mouth rarely hooked a faint arc: "You are here." ”

The black shadow rubbed his head, like a spoiled elder: "It's only been a long time since you saw him, and you made yourself like this." ”

"Seven years." Chu Zihang said: "You haven't come to see me for seven years. ”

"Ah, this ......" the black shadow gasped, "I'm not, I don't have any concept of time." Okay, I still have something to deal with in a hurry, Xiaohang, you get along with this young lady obediently, don't always make people angry, you know, girls are to be spoiled. ”

“…… Where are you going? ”