The domineering and imposing Yanliu urged him with a hint of impatience, but this did not make the aloof and ethereal Cangying compromise. He spoke as before, keeping everyone at arm's length, "The cut on my hand is a minor injury. Thank you for your kindness, Lord Yanliu, but I do not need your treatment!"

Yan Liu frowned. What kind of little dragon cub is this? Is he a donkey or an ox? So stubborn and obstinate. This isn't just making people angry, it's making people want to beat him up. No, it's making people want to beat him up twice, to knock away his stubbornness and obstinacy!

Fine, fine, he's a dragon, he's aloof, he doesn't even care about his own life, what does it have to do with her, this tree? Anyway, he gave her his blood willingly, she didn't force him, so there's no debt to him, and the two of them have no relationship whatsoever.

Yan Liu's furrowed brows relaxed, and she said lightly, with the haughtiness of a queen, "I'm being kind by treating your superficial wounds for free. If you don't appreciate it, then so be it."

"When you're about to die and can't withstand the mental surge and internal injuries, when you come looking for me, it won't be for 1 billion, it will be for 2 billion!"

Cangying lowered her head slightly and nodded: "I've remembered, thank you for the reminder, Your Highness Yanliu!"

Yan Liu snorted, straightened up, turned around, put down her hand, opened the door, and as soon as she stepped inside, she turned her head to look at Cangying standing diagonally opposite her: "Little dragon brat, you've only lived for three or five hundred years, but you act like you've lived for thirty or fifty thousand years. Your hair is even whiter this morning than it was yesterday."

"The smell of blood is too strong. If you don't want everyone in the Abel Galaxy to know you're a dragon, hurry up and wash off the blood!"

After Yanliu finished speaking, she went into her room and slammed the door shut.

Cangying stared at her closed door for a moment, then turned and went back to her room, entered the bathroom, closed the door, and went into her own space.

He has a space, and in his space, gems, pearls, and sparkling things are everywhere, as well as lush, boundless grasslands.

There was a spring in his space. The spring was very large, and water gushed out from it. He came to the spring, took off his robe, and revealed his lean and strong body.

He stepped into the spring, sat down, and leaned against the edge of the spring. The golden scales on his neck became visible, but one was missing. The scale that had been cut off by the hunter with his bare hands had not yet grown back.

His legs transformed into a golden dragon tail in the spring water. Then, wounds appeared on his smooth chest—sword wounds, wounds from hunting and fighting.

The wound appeared to have healed without leaving a trace, but in reality, the wound had not healed at all. He had simply used his mental power to conceal it during the day.

Now the wound is uncovered, it has not festered, but it no longer bleeds. The blood flows into the spring, staining the clear water red.

Cangying raised his hand in the water, opened his palm, and a black dragon scale the size of a fingernail appeared in his palm. Instantly, golden scales appeared on his hand, the back of his hand, his arm, and his chest.

Cangying transformed into a human with two horns on his head, a golden scale on his body, a dragon's tail, and long hair that was half white and half black. He sat in the pool, staring blankly at the black scales in his palm.

As a plant, the willow can take a bath or not. Even if it sweats, it only smells like grass and trees, without any other odor.

But... yesterday she was touched by the little dragon cub, and that little dragon cub kept nagging like a monk, nagging and nagging, until she was so annoyed.

She went down into the pool for a bath. While bathing, she reached into her spatial storage and took out a zombie crystal core. It was only the size of a palm, but she didn't even use it because it contained plenty of energy.

She scooped them out and found several, some the size of a palm, some the size of a fist, and the smallest were even the size of an egg. After scooping them out, she placed them all by the pool, looking at them from left to right. None of these things were as effective as dragon blood.

Willow trees are extremely yin, while dragon blood is extremely yang. For someone like her, who is inherently yin, extremely yang substances are highly nourishing and beneficial for cultivation.

It's a pity that this little dragon is so stubborn. Otherwise, if you could make friends with him, have some fun and drink blood every now and then, you'd live like a god.

Forget it, that stubborn dragon might not be any good. I'll just focus on dealing with that old dragon Bo Jichen instead. Although his blood isn't as good as this little dragon's, it's better than nothing and it's already quite nourishing.

The most important point is that with His Majesty above her, she can easily get her hands on that old dragon's blood with a little trickery. Perfect!

Yan Liu put the zombie crystal core back into her space. There were no zombies in the Abel Galaxy, only some on Earth. The zombie crystal core had become a non-producible item; once used, it was gone forever. She should use it sparingly and slowly, as she needed energy to transform into a human.

Twenty minutes later, Yanliu emerged from the bathtub, her hair and body instantly dry. She wore a white shirt, a modified black long skirt with gold trim, and had her long hair tied up with a willow branch. Paired with high heels, she was tall and stunningly beautiful, even more regal than the queen from Quanjian.

She opened the door in her high heels, and coincidentally, Cangying, who was diagonally opposite her, also opened his door. He was still wearing a black robe with a red belt, and his long hair, which reached his ankles, was half white and woven together with black and white pearls. A lucky charm dangled from the red rope that tied his hair.

His face was very pale. Yan Liu glanced at him, closed her door, and left first, thinking to herself, "Good heavens, a dignified being of pure yang, his face is even paler than that of Shu Xubai, that vampire who's been around for thousands of years."

If the two of them were together, people would definitely mistake him for a vampire who had been dead for hundreds of years, and regard him as Shu Xubai, a sunny, cheerful, and fair-skinned young man.

Cangying only lifted his foot when he reached the stairwell in Yanliu.

A tree and a dragon descended the stairs one after the other, arriving at the kitchen dining area.

Quanjian sat at the table, and upon hearing the voice, his eyes lit up as he waved and swallowed hard: "Beautiful Yanliu, High Priestess, come quickly, come quickly, there's so much delicious food, Prince Agares is amazing."

"Oh my god, if Jiang Jiang wasn't so amazing, I wouldn't have been able to pry open that corner. Just based on Prince Agares's skills, I definitely would have pried open that corner."

The advantage of being outgoing is that you're carefree and don't care about formal occasions. For modern women, being happy is the most important thing.

"That's easy!" Yan Liu walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down. "Just find a fish, or a dragon, or a person, or a worm, or a beast, and train him properly. Train him to be able to grace the hall, cook in the kitchen, fight off hooligans, and be devoted to you wholeheartedly, isn't that enough?"

Quanjian completely ignored her High Priest, even when he was sitting next to her. She pulled out the chair, leaned close to Yanliu, and pointed at Agares and Jiangsi, who were busy at the stove: "Yanliu, my beautiful lady, not all males are like Prince Agares."

"I've heard that Prince Agares is sexually frigid. He can just roll up a young orc girl, lay her naked on his bed, and throw her away."

"So I think Prince Agares only blossomed into a tender and loving person after meeting Jiang Jiang, and he even rolled up his sleeves to cook. As for us, we just happened to be there because he was cooking for his princess."

"I think I'll probably never meet such a perfect male in my lifetime, a one-of-a-kind good man. The males I've met are either aloof and cold, or cautious and extremely respectful to me, or they're just gossipy and roll their eyes at me and look down on me before they've even said three sentences."

"Or he's already married, someone else's husband..."

“Yes, your future partner is a chatterbox!” Cangying suddenly interrupted Quanjian, his right hand on the table moving again, his expression neither sad nor happy, as cold as ever: “He is in the Abel system. In the near future, he will come to the capital of the Troia Empire. Five months later, when space jump technology is mature, he will go to the Milky Way with us!”