"I think so. Otherwise, who would be afraid of the Troya Empire?" the merfolk said bitterly. "What the Troya Empire has, we Great Western Kingdom also have. What they don't have, we still have!"

"Although we are on their territory now, to die for the High Priest and the Queen is our highest honor!"

"This is outrageous! This is too much! How can the Queen tolerate this? She should rally the Merfolk and attack the Troia Empire!"

"Alright, alright, stop attacking, let's fly the spaceship home!" Quanjian's voice came from the spaceship's broadcast: "Hurry up, hurry up, let me say it a second time, or I'll strip you of all your scales."

The merfolk instantly wilted like eggplants after a frost. They straightened their backs, bowed, and answered in unison to the monitoring broadcast on the spaceship: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

Quanjian exited the surveillance, pushed open the door, and went inside. She saw her high priest lying on a recliner in front of the huge French window, her hair hanging to the ground, blood on the ground, her hand covering her wound, not treating it, gazing outside at the white clouds and blue sky.

A god falls to earth, gets heartbroken, and is no different from an ordinary person or a mermaid; they even enjoy self-torture. The high priest's down-to-earth approach is so extreme, he's practically taken to the underworld!

She wanted her high priest to be down-to-earth, but she never expected him to go straight to the bottom...

Quanjian walked silently over, squatted down in front of Cangying, looked up at him with concern in her eyes, and said in a very soft voice, "High Priest, you are injured. Shall we go lie down in the treatment pod?"

Cangying withdrew her gaze and looked at Quanjian. "You are as kind as your mother, and as impulsive as your mother. Don't worry about me, I'm fine, I won't die."

Quanjian grew bolder and placed her hand on his wrist: "High Priest, I know you won't die, but it will hurt when you're injured. It won't hurt after you're healed."

"How about I move the treatment pod over here, and we can lie down nearby? We absolutely can't let ourselves be in pain, okay, High Priest!"

Cangying smiled slightly: "Silly child, I'm fine. I'm healing myself right now, I don't need the treatment pod!"

Quanjian exclaimed, "You're healing yourself right now? Then... I... I..."

"Go ahead, the treatment will be more effective if you go alone!" Cangying spoke very slowly and deliberately: "Remember to close the door behind you!"

Quanjian hesitated for a moment: "High Priest, are you really healing yourself? You're not lying to me?"

Cangying closed her eyes slightly: "Yes, I'm not lying to you!"

As the Queen of the Great Western Kingdom, the most basic principle is to listen to the High Priest, trust the High Priest, and worship the High Priest.

Since the high priest had said so, and even mentioned healing himself twice, Quanjian believed him. He slowly stood up, turning back to look at himself as he left the room.

The spaceship left the capital star of the Troia Empire and entered the space system. What could be seen was no longer bright light, but an endless sea of ​​stars.

Cangying opened his hand, which was covering his chest. His hand was covered in blood, and in his palm lay a black scale, a black dragon scale.

The dragon scales were stained with blood, but that did not diminish their blackness, their striking appearance, or their shimmering luster.

Cangying stared at the black scales in his palm, slowly raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, pressed it against his forehead, closed his eyes, and gave a bitter laugh: "A black dragon, male... hehe... male... a black dragon, male... hahahaha..."

Cangying laughed louder and louder, which aggravated the wound on his chest. The wound bled even more violently, and soon a large pool of blood appeared under the recliner.

The Milky Way glittered, a shooting star streaked across the spaceship, illuminating Cang Ying's face, stained with scarlet blood yet as white as snow, in the darkness...

"Daodao, is the injury on your neck serious?" Jiang Dandan sat in the aircraft, turning to the side and staring at the hunter's neck: "A piece is missing, and the pattern is incomplete."

A piece of Daodao's neck was missing, about the size of its fingernail, and the ancient, intricate black patterns were now incomplete.

This looks just like a sharp, precious sword with a nick. It's not pretty anymore, it's cheapened, and it would make the dragon uncomfortable!

Hunter looked at Jiang Dandan: "You like the pattern on my neck?"

Who is Jiang Dandan? He's a sycophant and a lackey. Even if he doesn't like something, he'll still praise it to the skies: "I love it! The pattern on your neck is so beautiful and unique. I've never seen such a beautiful pattern on your neck before."

“You had them on your face before, but I never felt that the patterns obscured your good looks. Maybe you’re just naturally beautiful; you’re handsome and good-looking no matter how you look at you!”

Hunting turned his neck and leaned closer to Jiang Dandan: "Oh, then take a good look again at what the High Priest of the Great Western Kingdom peeled off!"

What's the meaning?

Wasn't the pattern removed?

Jiang Dandan was surrounded by a faint smell of blood as she stared at the neck of her prey.

The wound was below the earlobe, near the back of the neck. A piece of flesh about the size of its fingernail was missing, but there was another piece about the size of its fingernail next to it.

The black material and its black patterns blend together seamlessly; without careful observation, it's impossible to tell that they are two different things.

Jiang Dandan involuntarily reached out and touched something about the size of her fingernail. She was shocked when she touched it and blurted out, "Daodao, scales! You have scales on your neck!"

Hunt: "..."

“It’s not that I have scales on my neck!” Hunter paused for a moment and said, “It’s your scales, the milk dragon scales you shed. You gave them to the master, and the master gave them to everyone, including two to me.”

Jiang Dandan said "Oh," her voice both childlike and cheerful: "You mean, the cute and charming auntie gave you two scales and stuck them directly into your knife, then you transformed into a human, and my scales grew onto your neck?"

The hunter nodded: "Yes, the dragon scale poked me, and I couldn't burn it off, so it grew onto my neck!"

"The High Priest of the Great Western Kingdom, Cangying, tried to strangle me, but because of the dragon scales, my neck was not broken. However, he pried off one of the dragon scales."

"My dragon scales are that powerful?" Jiang Dandan's dark eyes shone brightly, staring at the hunter like little light bulbs. "They can save you from having your neck broken?"

The hunter's eyes narrowed, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Yes, your milk dragon scales are incredibly powerful, extremely sturdy, and exceptionally strong, preventing me from becoming a broken blade!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Dandan almost transformed into a dragon, raising her little tail. She resisted the urge to transform into a dragon, but couldn't help rolling up her sleeves and thrusting her fair little arm in front of the hunter, her arm covered in black dragon scales.

Jiang Dandan pointed to the arm covered in dragon scales and said, "Daodao, I'll give you another scale. Pick whichever one you like and take it off!"