The light from the screen illuminated the black dragon scales and Xia Mi's face.

The screen was full of snowflakes, the signal was very poor, and Stephen Chow's "The Gambler" was playing.

Xia Mi looked at it absently, and the dragon seemed to realize that his "sister" had something on his mind.

"Sister, sister." it cried, "what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Xia Mi smiled, "I'm just in a bad mood. Let's continue watching TV."

"What's wrong with sister?" The dragon asked still reluctantly.

"..." Xia Mi thought for a while, "If you have someone you love very much, but he breaks up with you now, what will you do?"

"Sister, what is love?" The dragon nuzzled Xia Mi with its head.

"Well... what is love? It's like the relationship between you and me."

"Did my sister also have a sister?" It was obvious that a dragon with an IQ equal to that of a five-year-old child couldn't understand.

"..." Xia Mi stroked the dragon's nose, "You can say that."

"Does that mean my sister's sister doesn't want her anymore?" The dragon blinked, "Then my sister will definitely be very sad, because if my sister doesn't want me anymore, I will be very sad too."

"Well, that's why I'm sad now." Xia Mi nodded lightly.

The dragon suddenly roared majestically, spread its black wings, raised its front legs, and stood up. The golden boy shrank tightly and stared into the dark tunnel.

"Have you finally found this place?" Xia Mi was a little distracted for a moment. The person she had longed for was not far away, but she no longer felt happy about the reunion.

The boy walked out of the tunnel wearing a pair of jeans that had been washed and turned white.

"Xia Mi..." Chu Zihang looked at the girl sitting next to the dragon quietly.

"It's no longer Shami." She stood up. "There has never been Shami, only Jormungandr."

Chu Zihang didn't say anything, he just took off his shirt, slowly reached around his shoulder blades, and pulled out two slender bones covered with blood.

Zuo Zuo Murasame, "Chaolan Xiyu·Destruction of the Demonic Chaos"!

Muramasa on your right, "Heaven and earth are unkind, evil will be killed"!

"Are you going to kill me?" Xia Mi said with a nonchalant look on his face, "That's right, I'm nothing special. There are many people in this world who will like you on my behalf."

"You have always said that Xia Mi is a fictitious thing, a Yoshimitsu Kadenyu in my memory. I only understand what you mean today. The person who fictionalized Xia Mi is not you, but me, right?" Chu Zihang stood where he was.

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Xia Mi was silent for a moment, then stretched out her hand and tore her long skirt. She was naked, slender and exquisite, but with jinglish scales and bent joints, like a ghost.

She seemed to deliberately show this side of herself to Chu Zihang. This was her form between Xia Mi and Jörmungandr, with her cheeks and all the baby fat.

Jörmungandr hissed the language of Gua, and a brand new spirit of speech was inspired, and the field expanded rapidly. Strong ionization and magnetization effects appeared in the field, the rails melted, and metal droplets floated, surrounding Jörmungandr

Gotta rotate.

Those bright droplets continue to collide and burn, the impurities turn into ashes and fall, and the remaining droplets become brighter and brighter.

The Dragon King tempered his weapons with the spirit of words. Finally, these droplets collided and condensed, and in Jörmungandr's hands, they turned into a huge weapon with a strange shape, like a sickle for harvesting life.

Although the years of accompanying each other are beautiful, people who are separated in the end often remember the things that hurt each other most deeply. Chu Zihang has never forgotten it, and the same is true for Jörmungandr.

Then let the blood stain the sword, yours or mine!
Chapter completed!