Dragon Race: Start with Summoning Eri Yi

Chapter 2 The Call of Eri Yi
With a "whoosh", Xia Mu's eyes suddenly brightened.

There was no sense of dizziness, as if he had suddenly appeared in this place in front of him.

The floor covered with tatami mats is slightly cool to the touch.

Xia Mu quickly looked around.

No shadows.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and the joy of the rest of his life surged in his heart.

As long as he came out of the Nibelungen, he would be able to contact his agent, and soon someone would take him back home.

However, just now the system said it was Uesugi Erika?

Xia Mu's sense of crisis gradually disappeared, but his heartbeat accelerated a little.

Erika...

He looks around.

In the center of the room is a kotatsu table. There are not many decorations on the plain white wall, only three statues are hung, namely Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi and Susanoo.

Except for these three statues, there are no other decorations in the living room, not even the common flower arrangements in Japanese homes, and there is no furniture. Miko costumes are neatly hung in the open closet.

It is exactly the same as the residence of Erika described in the book.

Even the tip of the nose is still lingering with a touch of sandalwood.

"Crack..."

Behind him came the sound of a wooden door moving.

Xia Mu's heart skipped a beat.

"Crack..."

The inner door was slowly opened.

There was a slight air flow in the living room, and Xia Mu suddenly felt extremely cool, even ice-cold.

Well…

He finally lowered his head and looked at himself, then his eyes widened, and there were three exclamation marks on his forehead.

"Where are my clothes?!"

A hot current surged from his body, almost making his face turn purple.

This is Erika's room, what a shame!

But Xia Mu didn't have time to look for clothes, because the door in the inner room was slowly being opened, and the slender and white hands were resting on the door frame, and the person inside was about to come out.

Xia Mu's face was hot.

If he wanted to meet her in such a cool-headed manner, he would rather die!

His eyes quickly scanned the living room, but he couldn't find any other coverings except for the miko's clothes.

You can't wear her clothes, can you?Ladies? !
Xia Mu thought about that scene, but still wanted to die.

His gaze moved rapidly, and finally landed on the kotatsu table.

The Japanese-style kotatsu table, in simple terms, is to put a heater under the table, and then prop up the quilt on the heater, forming a warm space under the table.

Xia Mu has no time!
Rush!
"clatter."

There was a soft knock from the inner door, and the girl who came out saw a white figure flashing past, and then only saw a head protruding from the kotatsu table.

A symbol slowly appeared on the girl's forehead: "?"

Xia Mu had already seen her appearance clearly.

Soft and smooth red hair, long eyelashes, deep rose red pupils, delicate and smooth face.

The girl in a white and red witch costume seems to have stepped out of the painting.

He whispered inaudibly: "Uesugi...E...Ri...Yi..."

She looked eighteen or nineteen years old, she looked like a complete girl, but her clear eyes were so innocent that even girls of twelve or thirteen years old were inferior.

This girl is the heart of countless people.

She is obviously a princess of the underworld, and she obviously has blood and speech skills that surpass the "emperor", but she can't even get the happiness of ordinary people.

"You think she is a princess and she owns the whole world, but in fact, all she owns are those toys...and you."

A sour feeling welled up.

Xia Mu looked at her carefully, his heart fluctuated.

According to her current age, there are at most two or three years before her tragic end.

He thought a lot in his mind, but Erika just blinked her big eyes and looked at his... head, except for curiosity, there was no other color in the eyes.

She was neither surprised where Xia Mu came from, nor worried about what Xia Mu would do.

She looked at it for a while, then suddenly turned around and walked into the room again.

The white and tender little feet stepped on the ground, and they didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all.

Xia Mu didn't know what to do, he could only stare blankly at her back.

The dark red skirt was tied high on the slender waist, outlining the curves of the graceful figure.

Soon she trotted back, with a small notebook and pen in her hand.

She sat at the kotatsu table, writing in a notebook.

Now Xia Mu is basically sure that she is Erikai.

Because her talent is too high, it is easy to speak dragon language, and a random sentence may trigger a judgment of the spirit of speech, so she never speaks, but carries a pen and paper with her.

"あなたは Summon されたの?"

The small book was handed over by a pair of slender white hands, and stood upright in front of Xia Mu's head, with a line of Japanese on it.

Xia Mu...doesn't understand.

But Japanese may be the most friendly language to Chinese, at least he can recognize the word "summoning" from it.

"call…"

Xia Mu leaned his head together and tentatively said, "Are you asking me about being summoned by you?"

Erika's big eyes flickered, and there was a sense of bewilderment in her eyes.

Xia Mu: "..."

He doesn't understand Japanese, and she doesn't understand Chinese.

"Can I have a dress?"

While talking, Xia Mu stretched out his hand and pointed at himself.

It was so humiliating to talk to her naked under the table that the blush on his cheeks never quite faded.

Erika tilted her head, her silky red hair fell down immediately, and the elegant sandalwood fragrance spread out.

She obviously didn't understand what Xia Mu meant.

Xia Mu could only stretch out his bare arms, and then slightly exposed his shoulders, pointing under the kotatsu table, and then pointing to his own shoulders.

Erika blinked her eyes, looked at his hand that had been pointing under the table, suddenly her eyes lit up, and she was about to look down when she lifted the corner of the quilt.

"Wait! No! Not for you to see!"

With a red face, Xia Mu stretched out his hands to hold down the quilt, but Erika's head was already going under the quilt.

In a hurry, he could only cover her eyes with his hands.

Erika suddenly stopped moving.

Because warm palms covered her eyes.

She closed her eyes subconsciously, but her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Xia Mu's palms were slightly itchy because of the trembling eyelashes, and he could feel her slightly moving eyeballs, as well as the warm and smooth eye skin.

His hand was withdrawn as if being electrocuted, and the temperature on his face continued to rise.

Erika opened her eyes again, looked at the hand that had just been withdrawn, followed Xia Mu's bare arm, and saw the upper body exposed because of the pounce.

But there was no shyness in her eyes, instead she looked at him openly without any shyness.

Of course Xia Mu knew why.

She was raised as a weapon of terror, and the only elder brother Yuan Zhisheng who would accompany her was just playing games with her, and no one had ever taught her common sense.

Therefore, she has no idea what the difference between men and women is.

"call…"

Realizing that in Erika's eyes, he was no different from her except for his flat breasts, Xia Mu heaved a sigh of relief, and the temperature on his face subsided slightly.

She looked at him for a while, then picked up the small notebook to write.

"Adopt it?"

This is what appeared on the notebook that was raised again.

Xia Mu took a look: "Clothes?"

He nodded.

A dazed look appeared on Erika's face, then she stood up, walked to the closet, looked back at him and pointed at her maiden costume.

Xia Mu shook his head again and again, with an expression of extreme resistance.

Confusion appeared on Erika's face again, probably unable to understand why he didn't want to wear it.

She left the closet, searched around inside, and finally brought Xia Mu a long...bath towel.

When Xia Mu took it, he could still feel the slight damp on the bath towel.

Not quite done yet...

He looked at Erika with melancholy eyes.

There was no color in her big eyes, and she obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with giving him the bath towel she had used.

Do you choose to stay naked, or choose to wrap yourself in a bath towel?

Xia Mu is not thick-skinned enough, so he chooses to stay naked.

Erika put the bath towel on the table, and took up the small notebook to write, but this time Xia Mu couldn't understand what she meant even with a guess.

Maybe it's to express, everyone is a two-legged beast, why don't you use my bath towel or something...

Xia Mu shook his head.

Erika kept writing, and he kept shaking his head, and finally Erika lay powerlessly on the table, looking very discouraged.

"Chinese language?"

Finally, she wrote three more characters that Xia Mu knew.

He nodded quickly: "Yeah, I know this."

Erika held the pen and nodded.

Xia Mu had no idea what she understood.

At this moment, Erika sat up straight suddenly, and a look of anxiety appeared on her calm face.

She wrote in the small book: "Brother が come た!"

"Brother... come?"

Xia Mu was at a loss for a moment, then his eyes widened: "Your brother is here?!"

Erika stood up and hurriedly walked around the living room, apparently helping him find a place to hide.

She knew that her brother would never allow anyone to come in!
If she still wants to summon Xia Mu, she must not be found.

Erika turned and turned, but found that the surroundings were empty, even the wardrobe was open, there was nowhere to hide.

"Crack!"

On the other side of the passage, the thick door like a vault was slowly opened...

(End of this chapter)