"That egg isn't yours, it's mine!" Faced with such a stubborn person, Jiang Si spoke in a serious and calm voice, reminding him once again: "Lord Cangying, nothing happened between you and Yanliu. She just thought you were cute, so she put a little blood on the bed and said she wanted to sleep in the same bed with you. She was just teasing you."

Cangying's pale face was devoid of any color. His wide-sleeved black robe accentuated his tall and straight figure, but also made him appear somewhat frail. His dark, golden eyes stared at Jiang Si with a lifeless intensity. After a long while, he finally asked, "Did my incubation of this egg cause you any trouble?"

Is this something that can't be explained clearly?

Is he trapped in his own dead end and unwilling to come out?

Or did the second child give him some kind of bewitching potion, making him believe that it was his offspring?

Jiang Si couldn't understand how Bo Jichen, also a member of the dragon race, could be so cunning, like a monkey, able to draw inferences from one instance to another and scrutinize every detail. He could think of things that others hadn't thought of, and even come up with three different endings for things that others had already thought of.

Once they arrived in Cangying's side, both she and Yanliu had told him countless times that they hadn't slept with him, that she hadn't actually slept with him, and that she was just teasing him.

Even though we didn't have a child together, why is he so stubborn and inflexible?

Jiang Si took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and said in a low voice, "Your Excellency Cangying, you have not caused me any trouble. I am deeply honored that you can come to live on my land and stay in my home."

"However, I want to make it clear to you that this egg is not yours, it is mine. I also want to tell you that my Yanliu has not had any intimate relationship with you. You don't need to give my Yanliu any more black pearls or white pearls, and you don't need to get any zombie crystal cores for my Yanliu."

“If my daughter Yanliu needs anything, she will get it herself. I will get it for her. You don’t need to lift a finger, and you certainly don’t need to risk your life or get hurt to get it for her, understand?”

Cangying's eyes flickered, and she staggered back a step, falling onto the sofa. The blood from her abdomen had soaked through her clothes, but it hadn't flowed to the ground.

He held the little green dragon egg tightly against his abdomen with his left hand, which was already stained with his dragon blood, but he was reluctant to let go. It was as if this little green dragon egg was the source of his power and his determination, and no one could make him let go.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Si walked over to him, reached out and gathered her healing spiritual energy to shield him.

Cangying looked up in slight surprise, her voice a little hoarse: "Lord Jiang Si, I'm fine, I don't need your treatment..."

“You’re just being stubborn!” Jiang Si interrupted him. “You say you’re fine, but you’re injured. You were injured when you were working on the zombie crystal core for Yan Liu.”

"You were scratched by a zombie of level 45 or 50 or higher. There are at least several scratch marks on your abdomen, and the flesh has begun to rot!"

Cangying's pale lips trembled and moved slightly, her eyes reddened, as if she had been severely bullied, and she couldn't utter a single word to refute Jiang Si.

Jiang Si looked at him and thought, "They say you should listen to advice after you've had a full meal, but this dragon in front of me doesn't listen to advice. I feel like I've grown two more gray hairs." She said, "You're a dragon. Luckily you're a dragon. If you were a human, and these 3,000-year-old zombies had captured you, you would have become a mindless zombie by now!"

Cangying remained silent for a long time before finally managing to say, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble!"

Ginger shreds: "!!!!"

How exactly did this dragon grow?

How exactly did his parents raise him?

His legacy of memory is like a rigid old-fashioned thing!

He's absolutely an old-fashioned, stubborn, and obnoxious old-fashioned guy!

No wonder Yanliu teased him. She wanted to tease such a tough guy to see if he could soften, become cute, or become so tough that he was only stubborn.

However, since it was their own tobacco willow that dug the pit, making the other person unable to get out, Jiang Si still sincerely said, "You are my friend. We met in the deep sea. You lent me a favor and used space jump technology to let me return to Earth. I will treat you. It's no trouble at all."

"However, the zombie virus is very powerful. I can only temporarily suppress it for you and prevent it from invading your body. For a complete cure, you will need my Yanliu to take action."

Upon hearing Yan Liu make her move, Cangying's body tensed up abruptly, and the hand holding the little green dragon egg pressed even tighter against his lower abdomen.

Jiang Si took in his expression. Putting aside his stubbornness, inflexibility, and adherence to only one path, he was a gentleman in the eyes of the golden dragon before her.

Regarding the matter of hunting down his destined partner, he calculated that after learning of his liking for Jiang Dandan, he neither disturbed him nor said a word.

Even when he was seriously injured and coughing up blood, he did not trouble them to treat him. He had his own principles and his own lofty, otherworldly pride.

But whether it's a human or a mythical beast, as long as they live in this world, being too stubborn and getting themselves trapped in a rut will not do them any good.

"Don't be afraid to seek medical help when you're sick!" Jiang Si's spiritual power enveloped him, and she was the first to sense the tension and stiffness in his body: "If you're injured, then get treatment. You are a living being, not a piece of iron that doesn't know pain or sadness."

"No one is forcing you to stay tense here. No one thinks you can't make mistakes just because you're a high priest. You're a living being, and you'll make mistakes. It's no big deal."

Cangying stared blankly at Jiang Si, and inexplicably saw the shadow of Yan Liu in her face. It seemed that she had once said the same thing to him: "Even gods can make mistakes, let alone you. Don't always have such a serious face. Don't think of yourself as a god. Life is short, only a few hundred years. You should laugh, be happy, and get what you want. If you can't wait, then try something else."

If you can't wait, how can you replace it with something else? Everything is unique and irreplaceable.

To change it would be a betrayal; to change it would mean it's not unique or special.

Jiang Si let him look at her, trying her best to regulate his mental energy, suppress his wounds, and clear away the zombie poison, but she withdrew her mental energy before she finished.

Cangying's face, which was as pale as snow, had improved somewhat. She could no longer feel the bleeding in her abdomen, and her body felt less cold.

Jiang Si exhaled a breath of stale air: "I'll have Yan Liu come over and clean your wounds."

Cangying refused almost without thinking, "No need..."

“I’m not leaving!” Jiang Si interrupted him, reminding him, “If you’re worried about causing any misunderstandings, I can call Fu Huan and Quan Jian over as well!”

Cangying slowly closed her right hand, which was resting on her lap. "No need, no need to call anyone else, just you and Princess Yanliu, thank you!"

Jiang Si tilted her head and smiled at him: "You're welcome!"

Her second egg is really trying to rebel. It's such a stupid idiot. She's been talking nonsense for so long, and she's been here for so long, but it still hasn't managed to break free from her grasp.

Those who know the story know that Cangying's Calculation Hunt is his destined partner, but those who don't might think that the Second Egg is finding a partner for himself and his father.

They truly are the offspring of Bo Jichen. Whether it's the first or second egg, none of them are good; none of them play by the rules.

Once the signal connection between the Abel Galaxy and Earth is established, I will tell His Majesty that Bo Jichen, that scoundrel, threw away his second child's eggs so he could have some alone time with his wife.

Yanliu comfortably transformed into its original form, absorbing the energy from the zombie's crystal core. Its trunk was smooth as jade, and its leaves were like green emeralds, making it feel completely relaxed.

The humanoid form's jet-black eyes turned emerald green, its pupils were black, and its face became even more exquisite, possessing an incomparable celestial beauty. Just standing there, it was like an inviolable painting.

The surge in her mental strength and physical prowess transformed her long, slightly wavy green hair into jet-black hair, as black as ginger shreds.

She focused her spiritual energy, which was entirely green, a vibrant emerald green. Gazing at her own spirit, she smiled radiantly: "Excellent, excellent! Living a thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand years is not a dream for me. I can live forever with my master!"

With a bang, she crushed the psychic energy ball in her hand.

The emerald green sphere of spiritual energy shattered into countless fragments, drifting out of the house.

"Such a rich plant-based spiritual energy!" Hu Xian's nose twitched like a dog's. Dressed in a white robe, he quickly darted out of the room and ran out of the courtyard to search for the rich plant-based spiritual energy.

This spiritual energy was so pure, so healing, and so comforting to him.

The companion spirits, both those trees that had transformed into humans and those that had not, also sensed this powerful, pure plant-based spiritual energy.

Unlike Hu Xian, they did not search for the source of this spiritual energy. Instead, each of their companion spirits jumped onto their own tree, clung tightly to it, and merged with it, stretching out their bodies and branches to absorb the purest plant-based spiritual energy to aid their cultivation!

Fu Huan also emerged, his rich plant-based spiritual energy making this shallow-sea high priest feel as comfortable as if he were swimming freely in the deep sea.

He also searched for this spiritual power, wanting to get closer to it, and searched with all his might, and then he bumped into Hu Xian.

The two extremely composed prophets, who were seen as unapproachable and like immortals by countless believers, were knocked to the ground by the high priest.

The two looked at each other, then said in unison, "Where's your sense of caution? Why did you bump into me?"

The two were stunned at the same time after they finished speaking. Goodness, the powerful and pure plant-based spiritual power fascinated them so much that they lost all vigilance.

Good heavens, who is emitting this power? What powerful species could have made them both lose their vigilance and focus solely on finding the source of this spiritual energy?

The two realized the seriousness of the situation, but... they had to admit that the allure of this powerful, pure plant-based spiritual energy, and its benefits to their bodies, were beyond words...

"What's wrong with you two?" Yan Liu, dressed in a beautiful red pleated skirt, a lace collared blouse, and a high ponytail tied with a red ribbon, saw Hu Xian and Fu Huan sitting on the ground. She limped over, pulled down her skirt, and squatted down in front of them, asking, "Do you need help getting up?"

Hu Xian, a prophet of the orc race, and Fu Huan, a high priest of the shallow sea mermaid race, both felt a pang of unease. They looked at Yan Liu and asked in unison, "Why have your eyes and hair changed color?"

Yan Liu casually lied through her teeth: "I learned it from you guys. Just changed the color, changed the mood. What, doesn't it look good?"

Hu Xian sat on the ground and waved her hand: "Beautiful, like a celestial being, unforgettable at first sight, and captivating at second sight!"

What a close call! Luckily, he used to look at his own cat's face every day and had seen a beautiful face before. Otherwise, he would have lost his manners and stared at her without blinking.

Fu Huan nodded: "It's not that you're not beautiful, it's that you're extremely beautiful. If I weren't used to seeing beautiful women and hadn't been through countless battles with them, I wouldn't be able to be so captivated by your beauty and unable to extricate myself!"

You must look in the mirror and admire yourself. Look at yourself more often, and look at Cangying's beautiful face more often. Then you'll develop an immunity to Yanliu's beautiful face.

She was already beautiful, like a fairy, leaving everyone speechless. Now, she still has the same face, but the change in her eyes and hair color makes her look completely different.

"It looks good, it looks good!" Yan Liu looked at the two of them and asked again, "Are you sure you don't need me to help you get back on your feet?"

Both of them waved their hands at the same time: "No need, no need, you're busy, you're busy!"

Yan Liu nodded, stood up, and was about to speak when she received a summons from her master.

She was a little surprised that her master summoned her using his own body: "You all sit here slowly, I have something to do, see you later!"

Hu Xian and Fu Huan: "See you later!"

After Yanliu walked away.

Hu Xian and Fu Huan looked at each other and asked in unison, "Honey, can you tell what species she is?"

After asking the question in unison, the two replied in unison, "I am short-sighted and lack the cultivation to discern what species she is!"

After they finished speaking, they both sighed softly. Their career Waterloo had vanished in an instant, leaving them with nothing.

That powerful, pure plant-based spiritual energy gradually dissipated, dissipating into the air, falling into the ground, nourishing the earth, nourishing the plants, nourishing all things.

Hu Xian and Fu Huan couldn't find the source of this spiritual power. The two sat on the ground, looking at each other with contempt. What kind of high priest was this? What kind of prophet was this? They were nothing at all.

"What are you doing here?" Yanliu grabbed Quanjian by the back of her collar and lifted her up. "Little mermaid, are you secretly in love with your High Priest?"

Quanjian, like a fish pulled ashore, thrashed about, struggling so hard he didn't even have time to look at Yanliu: "Yanliu, don't talk nonsense! My High Priest is like the bright moon, the clear breeze, and the dazzling light. We mortals can only look up to her, we dare not secretly admire her!"

Even her mother couldn't handle him, yet she was counting on him to govern the Great Western Kingdom for her.

Why would I have a crush on him?

It's not that I deserve a beating!

Yanliu asked, "If you don't have a crush on him, what are you doing sneaking around here?"

"Just playing around..." Quanjian struggled and couldn't break free. He looked up at Yanliu, and his voice suddenly stopped. His eyes widened and stared intently. He swallowed hard. "Beautiful Yanliu, do you want to have a cross-ethnic romance with me where gender isn't so strictly defined?"