Faced with her aggressive questioning, Hunter raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "No, it's best that you didn't fall in love with him. I hope you're happy."

Yan Liu chuckled and said, "I'm happy. I have the blood of a golden dragon. I ate a golden dragon, and all my wounds have healed. I have gained immortality. How can I not be happy? Why do you need to spy on me and test me here? How boring."

Hunt took a step back and gave her a deep look: "It seems I was overthinking it. Since you're alright and have rested for more than half a month, you can take over the reconstruction work on Earth. Xihe and I are going back to the Abel system."

“Take it with you.” Yan Liu stretched out her hand, and a miniature blue dragon with patterns on its belly, purple eyes, and a purple belly appeared in her hand.

The hunter lowered his eyes: "The little green dragon egg has hatched?"

Yanliu nodded: "They've hatched."

When she was about to eat Cangying, it ran out and crashed into her dragon horn, breaking its shell.

After it cracked open, she ate the eggshell, discarding the dragon's head, horns, and claws. It was thin and long, like a snake. She didn't know if it was male or female. These days it had been burrowing in the ground, lying under her tree roots.

While hunting, he said, "Lingxi doesn't want to inherit the throne and only knows how to play every day. Jiang Yinuo also shows no signs of getting married and having children. It's just the right time for it to hatch. I'll take it back and train it."

He'll take it back and train it. Once it's trained, he and Xihe can let go of the Troya Empire, and they'll have more time to spend together and stay together.

The little blue dragon with its patterned markings saw his hand approaching, opened its mouth, and tried to bite him: "Ouch~~"

The hunter flinched, "It's ferocious!"

The fierce little green dragon wrapped itself around Yan Liu's wrist, bit its tail, and pretended to be dead.

Seeing this, the hunter said, "It likes you, it wants to stay with you."

Yan Liu raised her hand, but Xiao Qinglong closed his eyes and didn't even look at her... pretending to be dead.

She nodded: "It doesn't want to go with you now, so leave it with me. Once I've tamed it and it's grown into a human-like creature, you can come and take it away."

Thinking about his future life, the hunter suggested, "I'll find it a few teachers. It's been inside its shell for over 100 years. Now that it's out, it should learn how to govern and handle government affairs."

Little Azure Dragon: "!!!!"

What is that?

It produced a beautiful woman named Pei Yanliu.

It's not about studying governance and administration.

Who wants to learn how to govern a country?

Is his brain damaged?

Yanliu reached out and touched the little green dragon: "What should it be called?"

Hunter raised an eyebrow: "Since you raised it, you should name it."

Yan Liu nodded slightly: "Its belly has patterns, so it's called 'small pattern'."

Baby dragon egg + hatched shell \\u003d small floral pattern: "!!!!"

Who has a kind person named Xiao Huawen?

Why not call it Rice Particles, Mosquito Blood, or White Moonlight?

Its father doesn't love it, its dad doesn't love it, its uncle ignores it, its aunt doesn't play with it, and finally a big golden dragon that was devoted to it died. Now it's called Little Pattern.

What grudge could they possibly have? Do they even want to live like this anymore?

Hunter nodded seriously: "A very majestic and imposing name."

Small pattern: "!!!!"

Is this its brother-in-law?

Are you a close friend?

That's going too far!

If a dragon doesn't show its power, people will mistake it for a little mudfish.

The little patterned creature was about to unleash its power when Yanliu's hand, stroking it, poured out its spiritual energy, carrying the scent of a great golden dragon. The creature comfortably wagged its tail, telling itself, "A moment of patience brings calm, a step back opens up a vast sky..."

Yanliu and Liesha returned to the main city's palace gate. Jiang Dandan received a message from Liesha and waited for them at the palace gate. When she saw Yanliu, she opened her arms and rushed over: "Yanliu, my beautiful lady, come here, give me a hug and a kiss!"

Yanliu stood still, glancing sideways at the hunter beside her.

Hunting down the long-armed giant, just as Jiang Dandan was about to pounce on Yan Liu, he stepped forward, grabbed her around the waist, and scooped her up in his arms.

Jiang Dandan was suspended in mid-air, using both hands and feet to grab Yan Liu, muttering, "Let me go, let me go, Daodao, let me go! I want the beautiful Yan Liu, I want the beautiful Yan Liu!"

Her screams and thrashing about were just like the culprits who had separated a loving young couple, preventing them from holding hands and embracing.

Yan Liu glanced sideways at Lie Sha as he stuffed Jiang Dandan into the aircraft, his expression indifferent, cold, and aloof.

Jiang Dandan sat in the aircraft, opened the window, leaned over it, and, in a dramatic mood, cried out, "Beautiful Yanliu, beautiful Yanliu, save me, save me! I don't want to go back with him, I don't want to go back with him, I want to stay with you, and sleep with you tonight."

Huntsman sat in the pilot's seat, started the aircraft, and completely ignored her cries.

Yan Liu strode forward and stood before Jiang Dandan: "Jiang Dandan, a dragon's lifespan is only a thousand years, while hunting grants immortality. He cannot share your life. You and he only have 880 years to be together, to love each other, and to be together."

"After 880 years, you will die, and he will be all alone..."

The hunter's voice turned cold as he interrupted Yanliu: "Yanliu, she's still young. Why are you telling her these things?"

Yan Liu's lips curled into a sneer: "My dear, when you, an old man several thousand years old, were eating young grass, why didn't you say she was still young?"

“I was reminding her to get along well with you, and you just think she's too young? Fine, fine, I'll play the bad guy, you're all the good guys, get lost.”

The hunter ignored her, turned the aircraft up to its maximum speed, and launched it into the air, making a spectacular roll.

Jiang Dandan was stunned by what Yan Liu said, staring blankly at the hunter: "Dao dao..."

Hunter switched the aircraft to autopilot mode, reclined his seat, and reached out to hug Jiang Dandan: "It's okay, don't listen to her nonsense, 800 years is a long time."

Jiang Dandan straddled his lap. The man, over 100 years old, still had baby fat on his face, and a pair of black eyes, clear as a spring, filled with carefree joy and cunning.

She cupped Hunter's face in her hands, lowered her head and lightly kissed his lips, her voice crisp and playful: "I think Yanliu is right. We only have a little over 800 years left, so we should enjoy life to the fullest and be happy forever. For example, it takes at least 4 hours to get to the space station from here, and at most 6 hours. That's enough for you to do twice."

Hunter's dark eyes suddenly narrowed, his large hand gripping Jiang Dandan's waist, his voice slightly hoarse: "Xihe, do you know what you're saying?"

Jiang Dandan not only knew what she was saying, but also boldly demonstrated it through her actions, showing what she was saying and what she was inviting...

Yan Liu entered the palace and returned to her office. On her large desk, there were no piles of documents, nor anything to deal with.

Everything seemed to have been taken care of properly. There was nothing there but an empty office. She stared at it for a moment, then turned and went back to her residence. There she saw a large, semi-circular dome in her room.

The various gems embedded in the nest sparkled and shimmered dazzlingly in the sunlight. Just as she was about to walk over, the small pattern wrapped around her wrist fell to the ground and turned into a miniature dragon.

With its two hind paws on the ground, a long tail, a slender body, and an upper body covered in blue scales, it had a chubby little face with deep purple eyes and a head of soft black hair.

That's right, Little Pattern inherited its dog father's deep purple eyes. Whether in dragon or human form, its eyes are purple, unlike Ginger Egg, whose human form has black eyes and dragon form has purple eyes.

The miniature patterned cat is less than 50 centimeters long, adorable and cute. Its chubby face has two little dimples when it smiles. It jumped onto the table, raised its head and said, "Beautiful lady Yanliu, may I put my nest next to yours?"

Although the name "Little Flower Pattern" isn't particularly imposing, it was still given to it by the beautiful Yanliu.

It promised the big golden dragon that it would take care of and keep the beautiful Yanliu company. It reluctantly accepted the name she gave it. Well, a dragon should keep its word, and it is one that is particularly trustworthy.

Yanliu looked at it and said, "Okay."

Little Pattern took out a nest from its miniature space and placed it next to the Willow Nest.

Yanliu narrowed her eyes as she gazed at the familiar nest: "The little golden dragon gave you his nest?"

Little Flower nodded heavily: "Yes, yes, not only did the big golden dragon give me his nest, but he also gave me his space and all the gems in it."

However, when he gave it the space inheritance, he didn't have much strength left. The space it received was only a little bit big, not as big as his. But perhaps as it grows and as its spiritual power strengthens, the space will grow.

Yan Liu's narrowed eyes flickered slightly: "Space can also be inherited?"

Xiao Huawen's voice was crisp: "Sure, sure, but it requires life as the medium. The inheritance between dragons mostly happens before the old dragon dies, when it passes on the inheritance to its closest and dearest family."

“Big Golden Dragon, he felt he couldn’t live anymore, so he gave me his space and threw me into it. It took me a long, long time to come out of the space. When I came out, I saw you, and that’s when I hatched.”

Yan Liu smirked: "You little golden dragon cub, you've done nothing but inherited someone else's space, not bad."

Little Flower grinned, her smile both sweet and radiant, yet also cowardly: "It's alright, it's alright. My innate dragon heritage tells me that when you encounter a powerful figure, you should cling to them. Be timid when you should be timid, and strong when you should be strong. As a dragon, you can be shameless and have no bottom line, but there must be benefits."

"Of course, I really like the Golden Dragon. He is so rich, so incredibly rich. His space is filled with so many glittering gold coins. If he were my dragon father, I would be a dragon raised in a honey pot."

Yan Liu's lips curled into a smile as she tapped Xiao Huawen's head: "Treat his space well, treat his home well, this is the home his parents left him."

Little Flower Pattern gave a sweet "Mmm": "I understand, beautiful Yanliu. I will treat his nest, his gold coins, and take good care of you."

Yanliu said, "Let's go to sleep."

The little patterned creature darted into its nest in a flash; the soft nest was where it immediately fell asleep.

Yanliu took a piece of cloth and covered it with it, then went into the nest next to it, curled up inside, covered herself with the blanket, and gradually fell asleep.

Hearing her even breathing, Little Flower opened her deep purple eyes, silently went to her nest, snuggled into her arms, rested her head on her arm, and began to sleep.

As the sun set and a gentle breeze blew, Yanliu felt a tickle on her cheek. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Fatty Orange scratching her face with one of its nine tails.

Seeing her open her eyes, the chubby orange cat hugged its big tail and gave her a sweet nod, looking as obsequious as could be.

Yanliu sat up and noticed that small patterns were wrapped around her right wrist; the blue scales emitted a faint light, like an exquisite blue bracelet.

It wasn't in the way since it was wrapped around her wrist, so Yan Liu ignored it and asked Si Mubei, "Fatty, what kind of hairstyle is this?"

Fat Orange Si Mubei stared at her with his amber eyes, scrutinizing her. After a long while, he transformed into human form and said, "How many times have I told you not to call me Fatty? I'm Mao Duo, Mao Duo!"

Yan Liu raised her eyebrows: "Okay, you hairy fatso, you climb out of windows and onto the roof beams every day, whether you're in my office or my bedroom, it's like you're at your own home. Can't you be a little more mindful of your image and remember that you're a male and I'm a beautiful woman?"

Si Mubei clicked his tongue: "Little Yanliu, what are you saying? We're like family. If you come to my room, I'll welcome you with open arms..."

Yanliu said softly, "Speak human language."

Si Mubei's tone suddenly changed, becoming serious in an instant: "Chongming, the newly appointed High Priest of the Deep Sea Merfolk, has come to the land, to the main city, to the imperial palace, wanting to see you, the ruler of the land!"

Yanliu came out of her nest: "Please invite him to the reception room. I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes."

Si Mubei turned to look at her: "You look great in this outfit... wait, why is your hair blonde?"

Yan Liu paused slightly in her steps, but did not answer him, and walked straight into the bathroom.

Si Mubei rubbed his eyes. He wasn't seeing things; her hair did indeed have a golden tinge, and her eyes seemed to shimmer with gold as well. Was he just imagining things?

Okay, he must have been seeing things. He didn't even know what kind of creature Yanliu was, or what she had evolved into. Only his adopted daughter probably knew.

He didn't care about any of that. He just wanted to greet the new high priest of the merfolk. That kid didn't seem like someone to be trifled with, or a good person.

After Yanliu finished her bath, she changed into a black shirt, a black and gold horse-face skirt, and her long hair was slightly tied up, giving her a look that was both capable and relaxed.

Her eight-centimeter high heels made her height nearly 1.8 meters. She was beautiful, tall, mentally strong, physically powerful, and had a commanding presence.

She walked into the reception room in high heels, her wrists adorned with small floral patterns. There she saw Chongming, with his white hair and blue eyes that seemed to glow with gold. She remembered seeing him at the scene of the little golden dragon's death a dozen days ago, and how he had spoken to her.

At the time, they treated him as a stranger, as a member of the deep-sea mermaid clan, never expecting that he was Chongming, the newly appointed high priest of the deep-sea mermaid clan.

He was very young, with a head of white hair, a very youthful face, and bright eyes. He was probably only a few decades or a hundred years old. No wonder he addressed the little golden dragon cub as "senior" when he spoke to her.

When Chongming saw her come in, he stood up, picked up the notebook with the gold cover on the table, and for some reason, his heart suddenly started beating faster, and he felt itchy all over, as if the scales on his body were about to explode and stand up.

He suppressed his racing heartbeat, ignored his physical discomfort, and extended his right hand to Yanliu, who was walking towards him: "Hello, Lord Yanliu, I am the new High Priest of the Deep Sea, my name is Chongming, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Yanliu, with her quantum computer and her right hand adorned with small floral patterns, shook his hand: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Chongming!"

Chongming's hand grasped hers, and instantly, his suppressed heart raced, his blood surged, and white scales on the back of his hand uncontrollably sprouted...