Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 475 - 474: I’m Not Interested In You

Chapter 475: Chapter 474: I’m Not Interested In You

Seeing that Yang Xian had an eye in the middle of his forehead, Situ Zha’s mouth twitched twice, and his mood instantly became even more complex.

He had previously asked Yang Xian who he was the reincarnation of, and Yang Xian had refused to say. He thought there wouldn’t be anyone else whose reincarnation would carry a name with the same character as their original. Now, with a Heavenly Eye on the forehead, who else could it be if not the reincarnation of Yang Jian, the Erlang God?

Back in the day in heaven, he and Yang Jian had drunk together as good brothers! Yang Jian had even privately called him "brother Nezha." How could he still be playing such tricks after reincarnating?

He had asked directly, and yet Yang Xian was unwilling to reveal his identity!

"Fine, very fine," Situ Zha glared at Yang Xian and said indignantly, "None of you will tell me, huh? Keeping me in the dark, are you?"

Mianmian hadn’t understood where Situ Zha’s emotions were coming from and asked in puzzlement, "What is it that you weren’t told?"

It was Yang Xian, however, who understood what Situ Zha meant and said gravely, "I don’t have the memories from my past life, nor do I wish to inherit them. So, what’s the use of telling you?"

Yang Xian knew that his special abilities stemmed from being a reincarnation, but indeed, all he wanted was to be Yang Xian and live this life well, not to recover his memories and identity.

Indeed, in mythical stories, Yang Jian and Nezha were fairies of the Heavenly Court who constituted the warrior class and shared similarly painful pasts. Under such premises, it was normal for Yang Xian to guess that the two deities might have gotten along well.

But since he had no memories of the past, telling Situ Zha would only cause him more trouble.

Situ Zha was capable of thought as well.

Still, it was depressing that the big brother he knew didn’t want to talk to him much: "I also don’t want to become Nezha. Who asked that old bastard Fen Tian to plot against me?"

If it hadn’t been for that scheme, he wouldn’t have regained his memory and naturally could have been like Yang Xian, unburdened by memories of the past.

"Forget it, maybe we all have our compulsions."

Situ Zha wanted to pat Yang Xian on the shoulder to show that he didn’t mind the concealment anymore, but as he raised his hand, he remembered that he could no longer fly with treasures and was shorter than before.

Unable to reach Yang Xian’s shoulder, he settled for patting his calf instead, a childlike smile on his youthful face.

"Anyway, now that I know your identity, I’m happy inside!

Situ Zha was indeed happy, but the Little White Dragon hiding behind Mianmian wasn’t so pleased.

Every dragon in the Dragon Clan would hear a story when they were young, titled "Nezha’s Havoc in the Sea."

It was about one of their own kin who had fought with Nezha long ago and ended up being skinned and deboned by Nezha, turning into a dead dragon.

That was a dragon that had died!

The Little White Dragon shivered, realizing why he felt scared upon seeing Situ Zha—it was because of this story.

Mianmian saw Little White Dragon’s fear and asked softly, "Have you heard the story of ’Nezha’s Havoc in the Sea’?"

Little White Dragon nodded energetically.

Mianmian hurriedly comforted him, "Don’t be afraid. You’re not the dragon in that story, and Situ Zha isn’t the same Nezha from the story either."

Little Bun spoke earnestly and reasonably. Seeing this, Yang Xian couldn’t help but smile. Maybe this was why he was willing to become the Bodyguard Leader at the Su Family? Knowing his past and identity, Su Mianmian never treated him as Yang Jian himself.

In fact, Situ Zha and Yang Xian shared the same thought.

A little rascal who knew about his past but still treated him like a new person was indeed more endearing.

Thinking of this, Situ Zha looked at Little White Dragon and gestured with his hand, "I’m not interested in you, so you don’t need to be so afraid."

That statement offered some consolation to Little White Dragon.

After hearing it, Little White Dragon nodded shakily and then asked Mianmian, "Are we going to sea right away?"

Mianmian: "Yes, the Waterproof Pearls are right here."

There were six in total.

Mianmian looked around and realized that if they all wanted to go down, they were one pearl short.

Just then, Dahuang and Xiaohuang looked up and crowed contentedly.

Mianmian nodded, "Alright, then you two stand watch up here."

The two little ones had made it clear they didn’t want to go into the water.

The chicken is naturally a land-dwelling creature, so Dahuang and Xiaohuang would be uncomfortable in the water.

Now they had enough Waterproof Pearls.

"Let me use Grandpa Turtle to calculate where we should go down to find them."

Mianmian was about to ask Green to bring out Grandpa Turtle when Little White Dragon pointed in a direction, "There, over there, my parents and sister are calling me from that way."

Since Little White Dragon knew the direction, their task had become much simpler!

Mianmian summoned her Life-destined Sword and had everyone stand on it, flying swiftly towards the direction indicated by Little White Dragon against the sea breeze.

They hadn’t flown for long before they saw a small Sea Island above the ocean.

Mianmian gave the small island a second look, then focused on maneuvering the Flying Sword.

In the end, the Flying Sword stopped above the boundless ocean.

Little White Dragon said this was where he sensed his family’s presence.

With the Flying Sword hovering over the sea surface, Mianmian handed out Waterproof Pearls to her companions, "Let’s go down~"

Little White Dragon was the first to enter the sea, his immaculate body floating on the surface, his massive dragon head gazing at Mianmian as she dove into the sea, "You ride on me, I can swim faster."

The Waterproof Pearls had a time limit, so reaching the Sea floor as fast as possible was their mutual objective.

Bai Bai had never ridden a dragon before.

Standing proudly on the dragon’s back, he was triumphant: "Awoo-awoo," see, Xiaohu? Isn’t it good to follow big brother? You get meat to eat, and now we’re riding a dragon! What ordinary Demon has the chance to ride a dragon?

Xiaohu didn’t respond to Bai Bai but silently released a pair of wings in the water.

With his wings unfurled, Xiaohu swam beside Little White Dragon, his speed not much slower than the dragon’s.

After swimming for a while, feeling that it wasn’t exhilarating enough, Xiaohu spat out the Waterproof Pearl and offered it to Mianmian.

"Wow, Xiaohu can swim?" Mianmian was surprised by Xiaohu’s current state as she put away the pearl.

Xiaohu pressed his head gently against Mianmian to convey his thoughts, "Water, not afraid anymore."

Now that the tortoise had been captured and punished, the once tormented Xiaohu could now be at peace in the water. Being no longer afraid of water, he naturally had a revelation—he seemed to know how to swim; it was just that he had not remembered it before.

There were many fish in the sea.

Some nocturnal fish now gathered around Little White Dragon.

They orbited him, and some with built-in bioluminescence formed vibrant bands of light. These moving bands of light, like underwater fireflies, twinkled enchantingly, a feast for the eyes.

Little White Dragon looked up and roared, unable to help shedding tears.

He was a Dragon of the sea, born of the ocean; these fish, naturally, were the subjects of the Dragon Clan.