Chapter 244

The giant dragon, towering like a colossal creature, bowed its head slightly at Ling Wu's words, its golden eyes revealing obvious joy.

Lingwu stretched out her hand, as big as the dragon's eyelashes, and gently stroked its head.

“Awu waited for a very long time, and finally her brother, the king, arrived.”

"Hoo—" the dragon responded in a restrained, low voice.

Landric and Wen Xing had already stopped fighting. At the moment the dragon descended, Wen Xing even rushed towards Ling Wu without regard for anything else.

The dragon was displeased.

Just as the dragon's foot was about to stomp on him—

"Brother, please don't hurt him," the girl said gently.

The dragon obediently withdrew its foot, landing softly as if worried about disturbing others.

But everyone knew that it wasn't out of concern for hurting others, but out of concern for hurting that pure and beautiful princess.

When Ling Wu lowered her head slightly, she met Wen Xing's gaze.

“Your Highness…” Wen Xing’s eyes reddened.

The item in his hand seemed to malfunction and had no effect when it touched the giant dragon, which seemed to exist as if it were a bug.

Lingwu ignored him and simply stroked the dragon's forehead. The dragon then lowered its head, and a gust of wind blew as the girl gracefully landed on the dragon's body.

The dragon's face was expressionless, but everyone could feel its joy.

Feng Xiaobei, who projected his consciousness into the dragon's body, was indeed overjoyed.

Awu recognized him.

Even though he has changed into his current form, Awu still recognized him.

So now he doesn't need to break that bet.

Longmu spotted Landric.

Feng Jing's platinum-colored royal robe was stained red with blood, his own blood and the blood of others.

Feng Xiaobei did not reveal who he was, but Feng Jing already knew that he had lost.

He knew it the moment Lingwu called out "Brother King" to the dragon.

Knowing that I have lost completely.

"I lost." Feng Jing's hands fell to his sides, his face cold, his emerald eyes as lifeless as a still lake.

He dropped the sword in his hand, all his strength drained away, and he staggered back a few steps, his back hitting the altar.

After stopping, he looked up at Ling Wu one last time.

Upon realizing that Ling Wu hadn't even glanced at him, Feng Jing gave a bitter smile and prepared to quit the game.

Even after pressing the white, normally displayed exit button, he still couldn't log off, so he immediately looked at the dragon.

The dragon's golden eyes and Feng Xiaobei's black eyes were equally calm and undisturbed.

But what fell into Feng Jing's eyes at this moment was like a sharp sword, piercing his eyes.

"I told them not to mess with me, or they'd better not come out of the Ghost Realm."

The words Feng Xiaobei had said to him that day echoed in his ears.

He clenched his fists in disbelief, but the dragon had already caught the girl who was being carried by the wind, its huge wings flapping and creating a gust of wind.

"Run!" The crowd fled in panic!

"Brother Wang, slow down." The girl frowned.

As expected, the dragon's flapping wings slowed down, and the fleeing crowd froze, then coughed softly.

"The kind of embarrassing feeling that comes with a truck coming straight at you, and you collapse to the ground in a panic, only to have it stop 50 meters away from you."

"...That's quite a vivid description."

Sitting atop the dragon, Lingwu took out the handkerchief in her hand, then turned around, her gaze fixed on the empty void.

She released the handkerchief from her hand, and it fluttered in the wind before landing precisely in the empty space she was gazing at.

A young girl in a traditional Chinese dress stepped out from the void. She took the handkerchief and murmured helplessly, "Your Highness, do you no longer wish to be my friend?"

The girl on the dragon's skirt fluttered, and Luan Jing couldn't see Ling Wu's expression. She clenched her handkerchief, feeling the raised texture on it with her palm.

She looked down with hope, and what she saw was a line of small words on the handkerchief.

"Sister Luanjing said that those who are confidants are the two closest people to each other, but if the relationship is so close, why would Sister Luanjing lie to me?"

Luan Jing clenched the handkerchief tightly, feeling a dull ache in her heart, as if she had been struck hard by a heavy hammer.

The blue-haired youth also stepped out from the void. His snow-white eyelashes trembled slightly, and only a small figure could be seen on the huge black dragon.

"Your Highness is so naive, he must have been bewitched by the Black Dragon!" Lan Si frowned, took out a prop, and was about to give chase.

However, when the props were labeled with the dragon and the princess, they turned into a bunch of gibberish.

“There must be something wrong with this dragon! Your Highness must be in great danger!” He frowned, his face growing colder.

Before Luan Jing could speak, he took out an item from his inventory that could not automatically track the dragon and caught up with the departing dragon.

Alcipe didn't chase after her, because he remembered the little princess who, under the hazy night sky, had her eyes sparkling like stars as she boldly touched the kitten for the first time.

The pampered little princess at the time said, "Even a pampered little princess in a castle has the courage to ride on the top of a giant dragon's head and soar through the sky."

Alcipe removed his cloak, looked up, and felt the pounding of his heart.

"It's hard for Mr. Liar not to be captivated by the clever and brave little princess."

——

A gentle breeze caressed Ling Wu's face. She turned to look at the blue and white figure that had caught up with her, then patted the dragon's head.

"Brother Wang, shake him off."

"Whoosh—" the dragon responded.

Lan Si bit her tongue, but could only watch as the enormous black dragon slowly shrank until it disappeared from sight.

He gritted his teeth, but was ultimately forced to land.

Lan Si reached out and touched the game barrier that prevented him from leaving the instance, his brows furrowed.

"What's the background of this dragon? Why can it pass through the dungeon barrier?"

On the other side, above the giant dragon that had shaken off Lan Si.

"Brother Wang, may I speak?" Ling Wu asked.

The dragon blinked.

"Can."

The boy's voice was clear yet gentle.

Lingwu stared curiously into the dragon's large eyes, "Is this my brother's true voice?"

"Mmm." Feng Xiaobei felt a little shy for some reason.

"How old is the real prince this year?"

Feng Xiaobei forced himself to put aside his shyness, and thankfully, in his haste, he had randomly chosen a black dragon.

Otherwise, the blush on his face would easily reveal his true emotions.

"Nineteen years old," Feng Xiaobei replied.

"What is your brother's name?"

"Feng Xiaobei".

"Is that fake brother in the royal city the same person as the real brother?"

"……Um."

Just when Ling Wu thought Feng Xiaobei wouldn't say anything more, the dragon blinked its golden eyes and said, "His name is Feng Jing, and he is my older brother. He funded the development of this world, and I developed it."

"I'm sorry, Awu, but I don't regret it."

Feng Xiaobei's voice was low and hoarse, as if he dared not face Ling Wu's displeasure.

"Without this game, I would never have met you in my entire life. So I don't regret it, I only regret that I came too late and hurt you."

"This game..." will be shut down in a while, and he will be imprisoned.

However, from a young age, he was out of place with those around him. Outsiders praised him as a "genius," while his family called him a "freak."

Only his older brother would support him, but he also clearly understood that if he had to choose among his relatives, Feng Xiaobei would never be his first choice.

But A-Wu was different; even if he changed bodies, A-Wu could recognize him at first glance.

She would hug him back and tell him, "Awu loves her brother the most."