Her appearance is really similar to Xia Mi's. Just as Lu Mingfei once said, her quirkiness is better than that of her junior sister, but Xia Mi got a glimpse of the woman's long-gone inner world from today's conversation.

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What she has carried, what she has experienced, and what she has faced are all "heaviness" that Xia Mi can relate to, but is far beyond the reach of.

Norns hummed a melody that Shami had never heard before. The melody was light and sad, just like the beautiful but lonely sunset in autumn.

Xia Mi stood still for a long time and finally turned around and walked towards the outside of the building, where someone was waiting for her.

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…

"Why isn't it healed yet?" Chu Zihang put the holy sword back into its scabbard and placed it across his knees.

"Isn't it coming? Junior sister and junior sister are here." Fingel glanced out the window, stood up, took his feet off the steering wheel, and threw the cigarette butt out, "Okay! Get ready to fight!"

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late." Xia Mi clasped his hands together, "There are still ten minutes left. Everything will be back to normal in ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?" Fingel rubbed his chin, "Don't say ten minutes. If you can't deal with Kungunir, you'll still be waiting to die in ten hours."

His eyes fell on Chu Zihang's knees.

"Junior brother, have you found a use for it?"

Chu Zihang said in a daze: "I still don't have a clue."

"Then why don't you try dropping blood?" Fingel scratched his head, "Think about it, the vice principal also dropped blood when he awakened the Seven Deadly Sins. Maybe this thing requires a high enough blood concentration to awaken it."

"But the problem is that Norns are not dragons." Chu Zihang was helpless.

He also thought about using blood to awaken alchemical weapons, but that woman was not a dragon at all, and did not have dragon blood. It was like someone playing chakra met someone playing domineering, and the interfaces were not compatible.

Fingel couldn't help but be stunned.

"Holy shit... it's really true." Fingel said weakly, "How about you consult Kungunir, who is used by Odin. We are all selected people, and we can discuss academic research with each other? Do we have any exchanges?

Well!"

Chu Zihang, Xia Mi: "..."

"I knew that you were out of line, senior brother, but I didn't expect that, senior brother, you had already become a god on this path." Xia Mi lamented, turned to look at Chu Zihang, and said seriously, "Senior brother, give it a try, anyway, this little blood is not enough

It doesn’t cost any money, what if it succeeds!”

Chu Zihang had no choice but to pull out the holy sword and made a cut on his thumb, blood dripping on the scabbard.

Drops of blood slowly seeped into the scabbard.

The three people stared at the scabbard with their eyes wide open, for fear of missing any moment.

"My eyes are a little dry...moisten them first." Fingel couldn't bear it anymore and said calmly.

"It's really useless. The scabbard is not activated by dragon blood." Chu Zihang shook his head.

He remembered what Norns had said when he threw the scabbard to him.

Not just anyone can become a god with a divine weapon.

If you can't even use it, no matter how powerful a weapon is, it's just a piece of scrap metal.

How to use this scabbard?

Chu Zihang pondered.

Even if this weapon is not an alchemy weapon, it is still something similar. He sensed the living being sleeping in the scabbard, but he had no means to wake him up.

If bloodline is not enough...Long Wen?

His eyebrows suddenly jumped, remembering what his junior brother said when he faced the dragon on the train.

Dragon text is the essence of dragon power. What drives dragon text is not chakra or domineering, but spiritual power!

But how to activate spiritual power?

"Junior sister, are you sure it's really ten minutes?" Fingel's voice sounded calmly.

"Huh? She is indeed..." Xia Mi's voice disappeared.

A group of dark shadows surrounded the van at some point.

They completed the encirclement silently. At this close range, the sacred car could not accelerate fast enough to knock them away.

"Junior brother, it's up to you. Give it to them!" Fingel turned back to cheer for Chu Zihang.

When Chu Zihang stepped out of the car, the rain curtain remained still, but these black shadows quietly appeared around them. They were out of the control of the game?

This discovery made Chu Zihang feel a shadow in his heart.

This game world seems to have problems due to someone's chaos.

A dragon text compressed to the extreme came out of his mouth, and a faint light visible to the naked eye flashed between his eyebrows, and immediately expanded a thousand times.

The domain release of Yan Ling·Jun Yan.

The high temperature instantly drove away the still raindrops around, releasing a large amount of heat, and the boundaries of the field were clearly visible.

Snake-like twisting lines emerged around his body. These dark red lines extended along the edge of the field, intertwined with each other, becoming clearer and darker. The high temperature was tightly locked inside the field.

Chu Zihang stretched out his hand, and these black lines separated from the domain interface and converged on Chu Zihang's palm. Finally, the black lines formed a vortex and rotated at high speed in Chu Zihang's palm, as unstable as a top on the edge of losing control.

This is……

He looked at the black vortex in his hand with some confusion, and subconsciously pushed the dangerous black vortex out of the domain, out of the controllable range of the domain, and exploded instantly with a high temperature of several thousand degrees.

Flames swept across the wide streets, turning the shadows into lava-colored skeletons.

In an instant, all the still raindrops in the surrounding area were vaporized, and the streets were covered with thick white mist.

A dark shadow hiding in the back that was lucky enough not to be affected, instinctively sensed that there was a flaw in Chu Zihang, and did not shrink back at all because of the death of its kind.

It pounced on Chu Zihang with the force of a ferocious tiger, and its fangs under the mask were as sharp as daggers!

But Chu Zihang was uncharacteristically looking at his palm blankly.
Chapter completed!