Chapter 72: Lu Mingfei: What? I Swallowed Jörmungandr’s Dragon Bone?!

Oh ho ho~
Stumped by that question, tsk tsk tsk, looks like our friend Jormungand is a bit of a small fry after all~

Lu Mingfei sat at a nearby seat, idly munching on the freshly served peanuts, watching the shifting expressions on Xia Mi’s face, a sly, knowing smile playing at his lips.

Soon enough, he sensed that Jormungand seemed to glance at him for an instant.

Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling about this?

Xia Mi blinked quickly, and crystalline tears slowly welled up from her tear ducts. She bit her lip softly, gazing at Chu Zihang with a look that was three parts aggrieved, four parts determined, and ninety-three parts pure performance, her voice gentle as she said, “Yes, of course there’s a conflict—a major one.”

“What conflict?”
Chu Zihang’s heart gave a thump. Xia Mi was crying—he felt a strange ache as well. He didn’t know what history he and Xia Mi might have shared, but he could sense there was something special connecting them, as if his heartbeat resonated with hers.

“He devoured my dragon bone.”

Xia Mi gently rested her head in Chu Zihang’s arms, sobbing quietly. Yet under the shadow, the corner of her lips curled up ever so slightly, before quickly returning to their sorrowful pose.

Lu Mingfei: ???

“Dragon bone? Your dragon bone?”
Chu Zihang patted her back gently, looking at Lu Mingfei in disbelief. Meeting Mingfei’s utterly baffled gaze, he realized this was no simple matter.

“Yes, exactly. The dragon bone that gathered the essence of my power, possessing immense strength. With the dragon bone, I was whole—with the power of a first-generation dragon. Back then, I was not inferior to the Four Monarchs. That’s why my mastery over power is so strong,” Xia Mi continued, calmly explaining.

“I see.”
Chu Zihang replied in a low voice.

After their encounter yesterday, he had begun to notice Xia Mi’s strangeness. Though she claimed to be a second-generation, her command of power and knowledge of dragons far exceeded what should have been possible.

Even if she had once been his lover, and knew his past training methods, without the corresponding power and ability, she couldn’t have analyzed and explained things in such detail as she did yesterday.

If she had once been a first-generation too—
That would indeed make sense.

Clatter—a peanut slipped from Lu Mingfei’s hand, and both Chu Zihang and Xia Mi turned their eyes toward him.

Wait, when did I ever devour your dragon bone?
Wasn’t your dragon bone stolen by Chu Zihang?!

“I didn’t! I never did! You’re making this up!”
Lu Mingfei hastily denied it. In response, Xia Mi only gave a helpless smile, then turned to Chu Zihang and said, “I understand—he hasn’t regained his memories yet, just like you. You two are the same kind of being. He told you that before, didn’t he?”

A boomerang?!
Lu Mingfei’s facial muscles froze. He had no idea how to explain himself now—Xia Mi’s fabricated story was truly masterful.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the seat beside him—Lu Mingze.

He picked up the peanut Lu Mingfei had dropped on the table and popped it into his mouth without a care. “Eat up, big bro, keep eating! Peanuts are delicious. If you don’t eat them, they’ll go to waste, hehehe~”

“Get lost!”
The little devil vanished with a laugh. Ever since he’d begun to slack off, waiting for the world to reset, his mood had improved, and he found himself smiling more.

“Mm.”
Chu Zihang nodded slightly, seeming to accept this explanation, then said, “But he is no longer the king of oceans and water he once was. He is Lu Mingfei. I am Chu Zihang. Not only Constantine—shifting past sins onto the present is clearly unreasonable.”

“Then if I was once your lover, if I once loved you so passionately, but now you’re no longer Constantine, you’re Chu Zihang, a stranger—would it be just as unreasonable for me to shift my love onto you?” Xia Mi pressed.

…

Caught off guard, Chu Zihang stared at the lovely girl before him, unable to utter words like, “Your love for me is unreasonable,” or, “I feel nothing for you.”

He sighed helplessly and turned to Lu Mingfei, murmuring, “Let’s… go out and talk.”

Xia Mi leaned softly against Chu Zihang’s chest, her back to him as she faced Lu Mingfei, a cocky, mocking smile slowly spreading across her face—disdainful and proud.

“Fine, whatever.”
Lu Mingfei’s expression twisted between laughter and tears. He slowly raised his phone, camera pointed at Xia Mi, but his finger hovered above the screen—not taking a picture, but recording a video.

Ever since Xia Mi had started her act, Lu Mingfei had sensed something was off. To claim a sliver of initiative, he’d secretly started recording under the table, then brought it up at the crucial moment to capture this key evidence.

Smile! Go ahead and smile!
Just you wait, you’ll get what’s coming!

Xia Mi’s smile didn’t last long—she quickly turned back, resuming her gentle, winsome demeanor as she took Chu Zihang’s hand. “Let’s go.”

The three of them left together.

Lu Mingfei trailed behind, watching Xia Mi and Chu Zihang’s backs. Sensing the tension, he coughed lightly and said, “Xia Mi, how about we add each other as friends first?”

“Of course.”
Xia Mi squeezed Chu Zihang’s hand and took out her phone. “Scan my code.”

“All right,” Lu Mingfei replied.

Chu Zihang watched the two adding each other, and a vague sense of unease crept over him. Things weren’t as simple as he’d first thought.

Xia Mi’s attitude wasn’t particularly hostile, for she didn’t want Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei to become bitter enemies. She only wanted Chu Zihang to keep his distance, not to tear them apart completely—she couldn’t bear to see Chu Zihang and his beloved junior locked in deadly struggle.

More importantly, Chu Zihang couldn’t beat Lu Mingfei, and was liable to be left in tatters.

If Chu Zihang was gone, Xia Mi would be devastated.

So, even as she set traps for Lu Mingfei, Xia Mi was careful not to go too far. If she pushed this little monster too hard, who knew if he’d flip the table and blow everything up? With no counter for that, Xia Mi dared not press him to the edge.

Ding!

“Added.”
Lu Mingfei smiled.

“Mm.”
Xia Mi glanced at the newly added friend in her contacts, assigning him a note. Some latent attribute in Chu Zihang stirred; he caught a glimpse of Xia Mi’s note, coughed twice, and turned away, refusing to look further.

Ding~

Lu Mingfei: Please watch the VCR
Lu Mingfei: [Video]
Lu Mingfei: [Photo]

A brief silence followed. Xia Mi looked at the beaming Lu Mingfei, her own smile slowly freezing.

You @%#** Lu Mingfei!

(End of chapter)