Chapter 312 307 Miss Susie's Little Happiness

Chapter 312 307. Miss Susie’s Little Luck

Chu Zihang's hair was wet, his upper body was bare, and he stood upright against the wall with an unopened "Dragon Genealogy Refresher" on his head.

At dusk, the cold wind lifts the wooden window screens, and the hanging spider plant leaves in the floor-to-ceiling windows cut the dim sunlight into pieces.

Adjacent to the Peninsula Hotel in Tokyo is the Imperial Palace where the Emperor and his family now live. Chu Zihang calmly looked over and could see the green tile roofs, white walls and brown copper pillars.

A black raven was spreading its wings, as if hovering in the air. Chu Zihang's eyes followed the black bird that went against the wind to an unknown place and disappeared into the getting closer and closer into the night. Ravens are regarded by the Japanese as messengers that can save the souls of the dead. They believe that people will become Buddhas after death, but those who cannot become Buddhas will become ghosts wandering around the world and doing evil. The job of the raven is to save these ghosts. Different from the Chinese view, in Japan, the phenomenon of crows being nearby when a person is about to die is interpreted as crows serving the dead. They guard the deceased and prevent his soul from turning into a wraith.

In fact, Chu Zihang also found a raven for himself, first it was Su Qian, and later it was Lu Mingfei.

Once you start using the forbidden technique of violent blood, you can never stop it. It's like a giant hand stretching out from the abyss, constantly pulling you into the depths of darkness.

If a student who graduates from Kassel College dies in the line of duty in the Executive Department, his name will be left in the Hall of Valor and he will be regarded as a hero who gave his life in the war with the dragons.

However, there are also some people who accidentally fall to the dragon's side after joining the Executive Department due to long-term mental depression or the use of illegal drugs. They will be regarded as...traitors. Every traitor is not qualified to stay in the Hall of Valor. Write your name.

Before accepting the Nibelung plan, Chu Zihang once thought that the dragon camp was beckoning to him. He could always see a towering tree in his dreams, with dense dragon characters drawn on the surface of the tree.

At that time, he thought that one day he would become a message on the bulletin board like Ye Sheng or any other dead commissioner.

But even if he dies, he hopes that he can die as a human being instead of being killed by his companions as a Deadpool.

Chu Zihang is always ready to pierce Murasame's knife tip into his heart, but he doesn't want another corrupted will to descend on his eroded body after his soul dies.

So that's when he needed a raven, one to keep an eye on him and prevent him from coming back to life after he died.

It was already very cold in Tokyo at the end of November, but Chu Zihang's skin was surrounded by a thin layer of white steam.

His room was very large, much larger than Lu Mingfei's and Caesar's rooms, and there was a huge terrace outside the room, so he had time to practice swordsmanship.

Chu Zihang slowly stretched his whole body, as if he was about to pick up something, and the leopard-like muscles undulated under Chu Zihang's skin.

Every time he swings Murasame, he can always use the greatest force to cut the shortest arc, so that the speed of his knife can become faster and faster, and finally exceed the sound, exceed the moment, or even exceed...

Time zero.

There are probably only three people in Kassel Academy who can surpass Chu Zihang in terms of pedigree. Hilbert Jean Angers, who is known as the tyrant, and Flamel, who has mastered the ultimate secret of alchemy since the fourteenth century. Mentor, and Lu Mingfei who was able to pull out almost every sword of the Seven Deadly Sins just by relying on his own blood.

Even Caesar, who was once regarded as an old enemy, and Fingel, the ace of Kassel Academy many years ago, could not defeat Chu Zihang in terms of blood.

Such excellent bloodline made Chu Zihang stronger and stronger. His sword swing speed became faster and faster, and he could only see a series of phantoms. The enemy standing in front of him will first see the sky spinning, and then hear the sound of a knife piercing the air. Because the blade has left the sound far behind, and the village rain has wiped your throat, you only hear the clang of the steel knife being unsheathed and the roar of the wind being torn apart.

Even Chu Zihang couldn't maintain such high-intensity training for a long time. Every time he practiced the sword, his blood would almost boil, and his body temperature would be so high that white steam would immediately rise when cold water was poured on him.

He seemed to be a very powerful person, but in fact Chu Zihang only felt a sense of security when he held the handle of the knife wrapped in mackerel skin.

This sense of security may come from someone who has also held the knife.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and Susie, who had neatly put on her pajamas and nightgown and bound her long black hair with a hairband, walked out of it.

There were drops of water hanging on the ends of the girl's hair, and her body was also moist. Her skin showed a bright red color from the jade-like white. She hugged her slender lotus-like arms, tilted her head and leaned against the door frame to look at Chu Zi. sail.

"These few days are a special period, so you should pay attention to keeping warm." Chu Zihang said, "Long-term exposure to cold stimulation will affect the amount of menstrual blood, which will eventually lead to dysmenorrhea, dizziness, headaches and lack of energy. Finally, it will also cause menstruation. Not tuned."

Susie touched her face, a little embarrassed, and hummed twice like a mosquito.

"Long-term and frequent menstrual irregularities may mean loss of fertility." Chu Zihang hesitated for a moment, took off the large book on his head and placed it on top of a pile of textbooks on the small table next to him. He walked to the window and closed it. , and then close the window screen.

"I guess your knowledge of girls' physiology is still at the level of physiology class in high school." Susie stuck out her tongue, and her sword-like eyebrows raised, but they didn't look sharp, but rather a little cute.

"The physiological characteristics of mixed-bloods are significantly different from those of ordinary people. In a sense, we can no longer be called the same species... The chocolate cysts that other girls can easily grow in their uteruses are unimaginable to us."

Chu Zihang's expression was a little embarrassed, and he could only sit on the edge of the bed and lower his head to look at Susie's well-proportioned calves and the two beautiful feet wearing crystal sandals.

A crystal big toe curled up mischievously, as if to give Chu Zihang a thumbs up. Chu Zihang's mouth twitched and he silently looked away.

Susie came to sit next to Chu Zihang, she took off her headband, and her long hair like a waterfall fell down, half covering her soft and delicate face.

Compared to Nono, Susie looks more like a college student who is still a little immature, and sometimes a little immature. She likes to read some Japanese comics that Chu Zihang finds inexplicable, such as Doraemon and Digimon. Chu Zihang can still understand it. After all, who doesn't want to have a Digimon mecha cat that can take out fire-breathing monsters from his pocket?

But "Gintama" is still too advanced for Chu Zihang, who is a rather conservative killer embryo who is not much different from a medieval ascetic in the eyes of the noble masters of the student union.

"I wonder why the college doesn't let Professor Schneider send a more experienced specialist to carry out tomorrow's diving mission. The executive department has absorbed many excellent hybrids in recent years. The people who join this organization are not just graduates of Kassel College." Susie wrinkled her delicate nose. She bought her pajamas and nightgown with Nono, and bought the waist-hugging ones at the strong request of the little witch. Susie was originally a delicate and timid Chinese girl. Her thin and tall waist and crossed long legs made her whole body seem to be covered with a layer of light.

"The experimental samples of the Nibelungen Project are only Caesar and I. The Jiyuan Project is of course important, but it is also not a small matter to let the funding board of directors understand that their money is spent on the right things." Chu Zihang said.

Susie sat sideways skillfully and put her white calves on Chu Zihang's thighs. Chu Zihang naturally began to dredge her bones and knead her muscles.

The girl's bones and flesh were tight, slender, condensed, without a trace of fat, and her skin was as smooth as white jade. When Chu Zihang kneaded it, it seemed like he was holding it in his hands and playing with it.

The kendo girl, who had already fallen into the gentle countryside, blinked her eyes, and a slight hum came out of her nose, and the warm fragrance slightly permeated and wrapped Chu Zihang's whole body. Chu Zihang, however, looked at her with his eyes and nose, and seemed to have no interest in this beautiful woman lying in bed.

"Caesar said he had to complete this mission. He had reasons to do so, but he didn't trust others, so he hoped I could go with him." Chu Zihang hesitated and said softly.

He didn't say another word. The real elites in the executive department were a group of people called "beheaders". Those people's authority level was pseudo-S, which was higher than A but lower than S. Every beheader was an elite who had experienced hundreds of battles and had excellent bloodlines.

But no beheader's bloodline could surpass him and Caesar, except for those on the gray list. But the guys on the gray list were all carrying out top-secret missions, and even Angers couldn't contact them. They had almost left the sequence of the executive department and could not participate in this mission.

Susie was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Then what do you want to eat after you come back? I'll buy it and cook it myself. Japanese taste is still not to your liking, right? Although you always seem to have a good time eating with Lu Mingfei and the others."

"Yeah. Because my junior brother said that I should learn to communicate with others and become friends with my companions." Chu Zihang looked up at Su Si, and Su Si's breathing became heavier, because Chu Zihang's golden eyes still looked like some kind of cold-blooded reptile looking at the world through those eyes even when he didn't deliberately release mental pressure.

After rubbing his calf, Chu Zihang took a huge towel from the shelf next to Sakuragi and wiped Su Si's hair carefully.

The shaking shadow fell on Su Si and Chu Zihang, and the eyes of both of them were a little unclear in the dim light.

At this time, the afterglow of the sunset had almost completely disappeared, and the heating system in the room made a low humming sound. In addition, there was only the rustling sound when Chu Zihang wiped Su Si's hair.

The shadow falling on them was Susie's long skirt, not the miniskirt that Japanese girls like to wear even on snowy days, but an antique skirt that looked a bit solemn and restrained just by looking at the style.

A black horse-faced skirt with Chinese style embroidery on the hem was hung on the hanger next to the French window. The hem of the skirt was lifted by the weak warm current of the heating system. Under the skirt was Chu Zihang's tennis bag against the wall, which contained his Murasame.

Compared with the changeable and exaggerated aesthetics and tastes of many girls in Kassel Academy, Susie had her own understanding of the two words "popular" and "fashionable". In the eyes of the kendo girl, anything that her family's Zihang likes is popular, and anything that Zihang thinks is beautiful is fashionable.

And if the taste of young master Chu's girls' clothes is judged by international standards, he is probably several versions behind Caesar.

The style of the horse-faced skirt with a woolen coat completely hits Chu Zihang's aesthetic taste, so this is what Su Xi wore when she took her boyfriend out shopping these two days. Walking on the street, she had a very high rate of turning heads.

"If it were just me, I would actually like to eat anything you make." Chu Zihang said slowly, Su Xi raised her head to look into his eyes, and he also lowered his head to look into Su Xi's eyes.

The corners of the girl's mouth curled up slightly, she reached out to touch Chu Zihang's wet hair, and used a corner of the big towel to wipe Chu Zihang's hair.

Chu Zihang said: "You don't have to help me wipe my hair. Now I have a strong control over the words and can evaporate the water with high temperature, just like this..."

As he said, the furry head that Su Xi pressed with the towel began to smoke, as if she was pressing a boiling iron pot. Su Xi blinked and laughed softly.

Chu Zihang didn't understand what Su Xi was laughing at, and scratched his already dry hair. The next second, the hand stopped in the air.

Su Xi suddenly hugged Chu Zihang.

"It's dangerous under the Abyss..." Susie said softly, and her clear pupils reflected Chu Zihang's expressionless face in the dim moonlight.

"Norma said that if there is a sleeping embryo under there, our survival rate is 67%." Chu Zihang said,

"In addition, if there is indeed a city of the Age of Gods buried under the Abyss, there is a high possibility that there are corpses in the city. Those things will not attack us, because the Trieste is just an iron lump to them."

"What if the embryo has already hatched, or is about to hatch?" Susie lowered her eyes and pressed her cheek against Chu Zihang's naked, hot chest. The heavy and steady drum sound like a bronze bell echoed in her ears. It was Chu Zihang's heartbeat.

The girl's cheek temperature was actually very high, and her face was flushed, but it was still too cold for Chu Zihang. He shuddered slightly, but he didn't know why he had such a performance.

"No, Caesar said he has always had good luck." Chu Zihang said. He avoided Susie's question because the answer to that question was obvious.

Facing a second-generation or even first-generation species under the sea eight kilometers deep, they had no chance of winning.

Susie sighed softly, rubbed Chu Zihang's chest gently like a kitten worried about its owner, and looked at him with weak eyes: "I am worried about you, I hope you can come back safely."

Chu Zihang silently looked down at the beautiful and helpless girl in his arms, and nodded after a moment.

Susie then moved closer and pressed her cheek against Chu Zihang's cheek.

"I love you, so please don't... leave me." Her voice was very gentle and low, "Just treat it as a promise, okay?"

Chu Zihang hesitated for a moment, and also reached out to hold Susie. He gently kissed the girl's lips and looked at Susie in the dim light.

"I love you too, so I promise you..." Chu Zihang said, "I will come back."

The girl's eyes were flushed with crimson. She bit a strand of hair between her teeth, her eyes gradually blurred, and then Susie seemed to wake up suddenly, and shyly buried her head in the man's chest again.

The two people hugged quietly in the dark, and the night view of Tokyo, like mountains and seas, was like the best curtain to wrap them up gently.

The wind echoed silently over the city, and Chu Zihang suddenly felt that he had never had a moment like now that his heartbeat was so consistent with another person.

He reached out and touched Susie's long hair, sniffed the warm fragrance of the girl, and the two people breathed in the quiet room.

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