Dragon Race: Start with Summoning Eri Yi

Chapter 257

"You are already a powerful hybrid, and there are not even a few pure-bloods stronger than you. You should learn to deal with the filth directly in your body and release it through the gas, so that the embarrassment will be much less."

Ye Mengjiad probably didn't want to share that feeling, and racked his brains to teach him experience, "You do this...let the dragon's blood circulate in the abdomen...then this...and that...finally poof..."

"Pfft hahaha!"

When Xia Mu heard her last pseudo-voice, imagining the majestic and noble Dragon King speaking out of his mouth arrogantly, he almost nodded and laughed.

"Xiamu!"

Ye Mengjia was so angry that he wanted to bite him.

I really don't know why it suddenly became like this, it was obvious that this man was so depressed a few days ago that it made her feel distressed for the first time, but now that she and Xia Mi's existence was confirmed, she jumped out of it all at once.

"First, sir..."

The taxi driver endured and endured, and finally couldn't help it anymore, "Are you okay? How about I take you to the hospital?"

He didn't directly say that going to the psychiatric hospital was already a shame... After all, this man has been talking to himself since he got in the car, with an extremely rich expression, and now he is still laughing out of nowhere, no matter how you look at it, he is mentally abnormal.

"Uh, no..."

Xia Mu looked ahead, frowned suddenly, and said short sentences, "Look ahead! Step on the brakes!"

"what?"

When the driver looked back, he saw the tail lights of the front car were on, and he obviously stepped on the brakes suddenly, and the distance between the two cars quickly narrowed.

"That's too late!"

The old driver did not turn the steering wheel indiscriminately, but quickly applied the brakes, and at the same time shouted, "Sir! Lean back! Bend your calves to support the front seat!"

Xia Mu took a look and knew that the car accident was inevitable, but the impact was not that big, at most the position where the two cars were in close contact would be deformed.

"Be careful! It's not right to hear the wind!" Ye Mengjiad suddenly said.

Xia Mu turned his head quickly, only to see a bus rushing out of the intersection on the left and hitting the side of the taxi.

And on the right, the same bus turned into a taxi as if out of control.

If hit by them, the taxi must be smashed from both sides!

"what--"

"Muzi, Xiaocun, I'm sorry..."

The driver's face was pale, his hands were trembling, and the smiling faces of his wife and son remained in his mind at this last moment.

"Ease off the brakes and step on the gas."

Xia Mu's faint voice woke up the driver.

He followed Xia Mu's instructions almost subconsciously.

Facts have proved that this is the best choice, because after accelerating, the two buses had no time to turn, and collided with the rear of the taxi, while the emergency braking car in front was pushed forward by the taxi.

Although the airbags deployed in the car due to the impact, no one was hurt... except for the two bus drivers.

Behind the loud noise, the whole street was jumping around.

"never mind."

Xia Mu patted the driver on the shoulder, then opened the door and got off.

He knew that if he stayed in the car, the driver might be in trouble.

"call."

He opened the door, and just as he raised his head, something like a steel rod hit his forehead.

Xia Mu maintained his speed and got out of the car, as if he didn't see the thing that hit him.

"boom!"

The steel rod hit him on the head, and he was sent flying.

Ma Shate, who was driving a motorcycle and waving a stick in front of him, was dumbfounded: "Iron head skills?!"

Xia Mu kicked him out.

"No, King Kong is not bad."

He looked back and saw dozens or hundreds of motorcycles popping up in the streets and alleys, and colorful Shamates came with a murderous look, brandishing machetes and axes.

"Oh oh oh!"

The gangster boys screamed like monkeys.

"This is how the old 'brother' greeted me..."

Xia Mu sighed, picked up the steel rod on the ground, and walked straight to the front of the road.

"First, sir! You run away! They are not good people—"

The driver who survived the catastrophe mustered up the courage to lean out the window and shout.

"Thank you."

Xia Mu turned back and smiled, then slowly rolled up his sleeves, "I'm not a good person..."

The master driver looked at his back, and quickly opened his mouth wide, unable to close it anymore.

Because Xia Mu rushed up against hundreds of motorcycles, waving the steel pipe in his hands wildly, like a small boat rushing up against a tsunami, it should be submerged in an instant, but...it was the tsunami that was blown over.

Probably this feeling.

The driver rubbed his eyes, rubbed his eyes again, and murmured unconsciously: "Am I dreaming..."

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Without using the spirit of speech, and without using any supernatural power, Xia Mu just used his strengthened body to go on a rampage, turning everything he passed, and screaming continuously.

"Cool!"

He stood in the crowd and roared, extinguishing all the wailing sounds.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

At this moment, more than a dozen police cars drove over and quickly blocked the streets on both sides. They each hid behind the police cars, and pointed their guns at this side.

"Those who gathered to fight in front! Put down your weapons! Squat down with your head in your arms!" The horn on the police car yelled.

Xia Mu took out his sunglasses again and covered his face: "Damn it, this is what Yuan Zhisheng played."

If you think about it with your feet, you can see how these killers could hinder him. Yuan Zhisheng's plan is to use the state organs to send him in and lock him up!

"I won't play anymore, goodbye."

Xia Mu stepped on a motorcycle, stepped on the accelerator to the end, spun around twice on the spot, and roared towards the police car.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The police immediately fired warning shots, and found that Xia Mu had no intention of slowing down, so they immediately aimed at the tires and shot.

It's a pity that for Xia Mu, even if he doesn't use the spirit of speech, he is still in a state of absolute perception of metals within a certain range.

The motorcycle drifted a few cool arcs on the road, avoided all ballistics, and ran over a police car and flew out.

"Create an earthquake and bury them all." Yemengard said lightly in his mind.

Xia Mu took a bunch of police cars to stage the speed and passion on the streets of Tokyo. Those who didn't know it thought they were shooting a blockbuster movie.

"No need, it's fun to play around..."

Before Xia Mu finished speaking, he suddenly kicked the motorcycle and jumped out of the vehicle, "Chuo!"

With a bang, the motorcycle exploded violently, and thick smoke billowed.

At the same time, there was an earth-shattering noise on the street where he fled before, and dozens of motorcycles exploded at the same time.

"The preparations are sufficient, and even how I escape is counted."

Xia Mu quickly avoided into the nearby shopping mall and did not stay where he was.

Sure enough, a series of muffled noises came from behind... silencer guns!

"Good guy, they are intertwined. Is he really planning to kill me?"

Xia Mu squeezed into the crowd, causing the gunmen behind to throw their hands at him. Then, relying on an instant analysis of the building's structure, he easily collapsed several floors and sent them to reincarnation.

"I'd like to see what's behind this chain meter."

(End of this chapter)