Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

Chapter 130 Crazy

Xia Mi froze like a puppet.

Chen Motong looked at Xia Mi, "Junior, what's wrong?"

Shudeya stood up from the sofa. "Junior, are you alright?"

Ye Jingchen patted Xia Mi's hand, "Xia Mi!"

Xia Mi shuddered and quickly withdrew her hand, looking at Ye Jingchen with some fear. She smiled guiltily, "It's okay, I'm fine."

Chen Motong pointed to the beads of sweat on Xia Mi's forehead, "Junior, you look like you're not feeling well. Should we go to the hospital to get it checked out?"

"No, no need." Xia Mi nodded to Ye Jingchen. "Boss, my stomach is a little upset. I'm going to the restroom first."

"Mm." Ye Jingchen nodded.

Xia Mi turned around and quickly walked towards the bathroom, locked the door, covered her head, and squatted down. "No way? What the hell!"

In Japan, the aura of the Black Supreme appeared first.

Now they're telling me the White King is gone!

Why is it happening like that?

How could the White Monarch die so easily? He was someone who could rival the Black Supreme!

If even the White King can't do it, then do I still have a chance?

Has the era of dragons truly come to an end?

It's probably just the boss bragging. Yes, bosses always like to show off, so bragging is perfectly normal for them.

Don't scare yourself unnecessarily, lest you arouse their suspicion. This matter needs further investigation!

Xia Mi took some water from the tap and splashed it on her face to briefly clear her mind...

in the living room.

Chen Motong recalled that Ye Jingchen had once said that the Holy Remains was the White King. She had wanted to ask what happened after Ye Jingchen punched Principal Angers in the face and left with the Holy Remains.

However, because Aki Shutoku was standing nearby, she suppressed her curiosity.

Chen Motong gently punched Ye Jingchen's shoulder, reminding him, "I think you should be more restrained in China this time. The relationships here are complicated, unlike in Japan where you can do whatever you want."

Hearing this, Ye Jingchen felt a little annoyed. He rubbed his face with his hand and didn't nod. "I'll try my best. That's why I haven't been wandering around since I came to China."

Restraint is quite uncomfortable, as it means having to endure some clowns jumping around in front of you.

"It's good not to wander around!" Chen Motong nodded, speaking with the earnestness of an old mother, "I think it's best if we don't act recklessly before the academy sends us any notice, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

Jiu Deya sat back on the sofa and nodded in agreement with Chen Motong's words, "Indeed, it's best not to alert the enemy."

In fact, most of the time when we from Kassel College come to China to carry out missions, we encounter relatively strong resistance.

This time, the negotiations between the two sides encountered surprisingly little resistance.

I think this is mainly due to the academy's in-depth research on dragon architecture, which has yielded significant results.

Chen Motong patted Ye Jingchen, "Didn't we see that bat dragon in your videotape before?"

I remember initially it was said that the dragon's body would be transported back to the academy for display.

What happened next, and it was left unresolved?

Ye Jingchen shook his head. "That dragon body had gone through terrifying battles. Yuan Zhisheng said that many professional teams tried to collect it at the time."

I thought I had made all the necessary preparations, including liquid nitrogen, protective suits, fire extinguishers, gas cutting machines, and other tools.

To everyone's surprise, when the expert's small brush gently touched the bat dragon's body...

Its enormous body instantly turned into ashes, leaving not a single intact scale behind.

However, they were still clever enough to collect the ashes.

At the time, we temporarily analyzed the ashes in a laboratory in Japan and found that the ashes were just ashes, without a trace of dragon DNA.

This was certainly abnormal, and they concluded that something had drained them of what they wanted to study.

The remaining ashes were all worthless waste.

That's all for now regarding the Bat-Dragon's body.

After hearing the rest, Chen Motong nodded, still wanting more.

She had originally planned to take a photo with the bat-dragon, but alas, it's a bit of a pity. This creature is the closest I've ever seen to the dragon-like creature I imagined in real life.

Ye Jingchen glanced at Chen Motong, "You can go and take a look at the Deadpool specimens, or the Corpse Guardians or something. There are quite a few of those in the academy."

"Ugh!" Chen Motong remembered those specimens and gave them a disgusted look. "Forget it, those Deadpools and Corpse Guardians are ugly as hell."

After sitting for so long, Shudeya finally couldn't stand the heat anymore, so she slightly unzipped her white cotton-padded jacket.

As the saying goes, feet are afraid of the cold, and the head is afraid of the heat.

The room had underfloor heating, and at that moment, Shudeya felt as if her small feet in those leather shoes were being steamed in a sauna.

She lowered her head, sizing up Chen Motong and Ye Jingchen.

Chen Motong was wearing white socks with her shoes off.

Ye Jingchen was wearing slippers.

Ye Jingchen noticed Jiu Deya's predicament. "It's so warm in the room, why don't you take off your cotton-padded coat? There are some unopened slippers on the shoe rack by the door, go and change into them."

"Thank you, I'll wash my feet first." Shudeya nodded, took off her cotton-padded coat and put it on the sofa, then got up and walked to the shoe rack by the door.

Ye Jingchen glanced at Jiu Deyaji, then turned to look at Chen Motong's feet clad in white socks. "Look, Jiu Deyaji is much more particular than you."

"Where do you see people taking off their shoes and dawdling all over someone else's sofa like that?"

“My feet don’t smell,” Chen Motong reached out and pinched the soles of her feet, then smelled them to make sure there was no odor before extending them to Ye Jingchen. “Here, smell them if you don’t believe me!”

"Who wants to smell your stinky feet?" Ye Jingchen reached out and grabbed Chen Motong's wrist, showing a disgusted expression. "Take your hand away. What you're doing is a bit inhuman. How can anyone come to their master's house and do this?"

Chen Motong persisted, a smug smile on her face, and kept bringing her hand, which had touched Ye Jingchen's foot, closer to his face.

After washing her feet and changing into new slippers, Shudeya returned to the living room.

She saw Chen Motong and Ye Jingchen wrestling together, looking quite intimate. Jiu Deya quickly raised her hands, covered her mouth, and said somewhat awkwardly:

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, it seems I came at the worst possible time."

Ye Jingchen turned to look at Jiu Deya, his eyes wide as if he had seen stars. "No, you've come at just the right time!"

Shudeya: "Huh?"