Dragon Race: Start with Summoning Eri Yi

Chapter 76 Don't Hurt Him
The helicopter did not leave immediately, but circled around the Tokyo Dome.

Xia Mu has been observing the situation below.

The situation changed completely beyond his expectation.

She didn't expect Kazama Liuli to face Yuan Zhisheng, and she didn't expect him to have such an unforgettable hatred for Yuan Zhisheng.

"Their strength is terrifyingly strong, and it is not easy to intervene."

Chu Zihang judged this fact after a few glances.

For the first time, he felt a kind of bloodline suppression, and his power was restricted in the nascent "royal power" field.

"I can, teach me how to shoot."

Xia Mu said calmly.

Chu Zihang pulled out a handful of Desert Eagle from his backpack and handed it to him.

It was Caesar's favorite thing, but once he won a game, it was a bet.

Their bet is their favorite weapon.

Originally, he thought it was Caesar's oversized cavalry sword "Dickrado" who won.

As a result, Caesar threw the Desert Eagle...

"Damn it, it's so heavy!"

Xia Mu was unprepared, and found that the gun actually weighed four or five catties when he took it in his hand.

"This Desert Eagle has a large caliber, weighs 2.5 kilograms, and has a particularly large recoil. Generally, people with a weight of less than 80 kilograms cannot try it."

Chu Zihang explained to him beside him: "However, for us mixed races, these restrictions are not a problem. The sight of this gun is composed of a sheet-shaped sight, which is embedded in the dovetail groove. Here, you pass it can aim..."

He glanced at the two people criss-crossing at extreme speed below, and added: "We also need to consider the speed of our helicopter and the relative speed of their movement to make an accurate prediction."

Xia Mu almost threw the gun back to him.

How can this level of difficulty be accomplished by someone who touches a gun for the first time?
Suddenly I am envious of the owner of the mirror pupil speech spirit...

"Okay, I'll try."

He raised the Desert Eagle with both hands, and the dark golden pupils in his eyes suddenly lit up, flowing quietly like molten lava.

Really can't do it?

Xia Mu couldn't tell what mood he was in, but if he couldn't do it, the guy below who always called himself his brother would die.

Now there are not many subordinates who come to exchange their lives for his life. Kazama Liuli is an evil spirit born to kill Yuan Zhisheng, and he will not give up.

The pitch-black muzzle was raised.

Dark red spiritual flames ignited in his eyes, and power surged out of his body.

Why it came, where it came from, he didn't know anything.

Only one thing to know...

This is his power. When his spirit is burning, his willpower completely dominates his body.

Xia Mu's skeleton operates with mechanical precision, pulls the spring, the bullet slides into the magazine, and the finger tightens the trigger, feeling that the mechanical part of the gun seems to be integrated with his skeleton, the muzzle is in place, the skeleton Lock them in place one by one.

The direction of the gun pointing followed the figure, and Kazama Ruri was firmly nailed to the sight.

Chu Zihang looked at him in surprise, looking at Xia Mu who seemed to be a different person.

The spiritual fire spread, completely enveloping the bullet the moment it was fired.

"boom!"

The bullet burning with crimson flames reached Kazama Ruri's chest almost instantly.

"Ding!"

The blade hit the bullet accurately, and at the same time, Kazama Liuli dodged it.

But the fire of the spirit burned along the blade in an instant, and swept away towards his hand at an extremely fast speed.

Kazama Ruri threw the long knife away in an instant.

He knew what that flame was, so he absolutely didn't allow it to burn himself.

"laugh--"

Yuan Zhisheng's counterattack followed immediately.

But Kazama Liuli's body flew backwards and easily avoided it.

"call…"

Yuan Zhisheng gasped for breath, and also backed away.

Sakura and the others surrounded him, watching Kazama Ruri warily.

But Kazama Liuli just looked up at Xia Mu in the helicopter hovering above, with cold eyes.

"Don't hurt him."

Xia Mu said lightly.

"our promise?"

Kazama Liuli looked indifferent.

"Don't hurt him, everything else remains the same." Xia Mu said.

"it is good."

Kazama Liuli nodded, and flew back, disappearing from everyone's sight in a moment.

Yuan Zhisheng raised his head, his face was pale, and his emotions were complicated and unspeakable.

Saved by my brother...

Xia Mu smiled and waved, the helicopter turned and flew to the airport.

Chu Zihang suddenly felt his body sink, and when he fixed his eyes, it was Xia Mu who was completely leaning on him.

"What are you doing?" He frowned and stepped back.

But Xia Mu followed him limply and fell to the side as if he had no strength.

"Let me rely on... huh..."

He was terribly pale.

"Exhausted strength?"

Chu Zihang understood.

Xia Mu nodded, and the Desert Eagle in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Just now, to maintain the spiritual fire to wrap the bullet and make it explode accurately, the power loss was too great.

His current blood concentration is still too low, and his spirit will be burned at every turn.

Chu Zihang straightened him up, leaned on the back of the chair, bent down to pick up the Desert Eagle, and stuffed it directly into Xia Mu's backpack: "This gun is for you."

"You do not want?"

Xia Mu gasped for a while and asked him.

Chu Zihang shook his head: "I don't like to use guns, I prefer to use knives."

"Oh, thanks."

Xia Mu nodded.

"But how do we get through the security check?"

He thought of another question.

"It's okay, the equipment department has made a gadget that can easily block the security check."

Chu Zihang took out a small prop from his backpack and stuffed it into Xia Mu's bag.

"it is finally over…"

When the helicopter landed on the roof of a tall building near the airport, Xia Mu finally regained some strength.

He and Chu Zihang jumped down, put on their backpacks, and went down from the top to the bottom of the building.

"Here are the air tickets and passports, prepared by Norma."

Chu Zihang handed over the small notebook.

Xia Mu nodded and put it away, followed him to enter the airport, walked along the flat elevator all the way through the wide hall, and went to the ticket gate.

"Wait a moment."

At a certain moment, he suddenly grabbed Chu Zihang.

"what happened?"

Chu Zihang turned around strangely.

Xia Mu's face was very serious: "Brother, what is your speech spirit? Is it related to fire?"

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment: "Why do you ask this?"

"Sorry, I know it's impolite to ask someone about their speech skills, but I really need to know now," Xia Mu spoke quickly, "My speech skills are currently related to the spirit, which can burn the fire of the spirit, not in the speech spirit. In the sequence list, you just saw the effect, and no hybrid is willing to touch it."

Chu Zihang nodded slightly, and said, "My speech spirit is Jun Yan, Sequence 89, which belongs to the high-risk fire-type speech spirit."

"Great!"

Xia Mu looked very excited: "Brother, I will let you burn me later, don't hesitate!"

A question mark appeared on Chu Zihang's forehead: "Burn you?"

"Well, burn me with Jun Yan!" Xia Mu said.

Chu Zihang's brain directly short-circuited: "Are you going to commit suicide?"

"No, of course not!"

Xia Mu didn't know how to explain, so he said, "Anyway, if you believe in me, I won't die."

Chu Zihang was skeptical.

(End of this chapter)