now.

The little dragon, sensing the change in the guardian's mood outside and struggling to hatch, felt a pang of anxiety.

It thinks with a brain the size of a sesame seed.

There are two people outside.

One made it feel dangerous, the other made it feel warm. But why did the guardian who only made it feel warm suddenly make it feel tense?

Is this some kind of mind game?

Not long after.

A tiny dragon, about the thickness of a thumb, crawled out of the egg. It was entirely blue, with whiskers as thin as hair. It lay coiled on the eggshell with its head tilted back, looking less majestic and more adorable, its gaze towards Qu Jian'er still defiant.

Qu Jian'er flicked Xiao Long on the head, knocking him off.

Little Dragon: Do you know how much a flick on the forehead damages a dragon's dignity?

The little dragon, which had been knocked into its eggshell, roared as it crawled out. It quickly learned to ride the clouds and mist, flying through the air and spraying water arrows at Qujian'er.

It's a pity that the water arrow, which should have been a formidable weapon, was only as long and as thick as a little finger.

There was nothing that could be done; the baby dragon had just been born and didn't have enough power to support it.

Qu Jian'er had a kind face.

While smiling.

A ball of fire appeared in her hand.

Xiao Long instinctively hid behind Long Shuilin.

It hadn't forgotten how it had been cruelly harmed by Qu Jian'er when it still had an egg—being kicked around like a ball by her.

Xiao Long immediately drooped his little head; if there were a narrator singing, it would surely be a lament.

Unlike Long Shuilin.

The little dragon existed inside the egg for eight thousand years.

It is the one who is truly alone.

Xiao Long sobbed pitifully.

In its inherited memory, the dragon race was a proud existence, but one day, disaster struck.

Almost every place in the dragon's habitat was stained with blood; it was undoubtedly a space shrouded in death.

It seems there are countless followers who believe in death, creating disasters by human hands. The dragons know they have been cruelly abandoned by the world, and humans are the new darlings.

To preserve a trace of the dragon race's bloodline, the dragon elders sealed it away for thousands of years.

The dragons firmly believe that one day in the near future, they will still have a place in this world.

It waited and waited.

Waiting to be awakened.

It believed that a new era belonging to the dragon race had arrived.

Who would have thought that there would be beings in this world even more terrifying to dragons than true dragon-slaying knights?

Thinking of this, Xiaolong forgot about crying and tried to prop up its little head to stare at Qu Jian'er.

Qu Jian'er said to the person earnestly, "Educate them properly. You can't spoil or pamper the kids these days."

Long Shuilin said he fully understands.

He held the little dragon thoughtfully.

He once thought he was all alone and could live however he wanted, but he never expected to have an encounter with the mysterious dragon clan.

Since it was ordained by God.

He will be a good father to the dragon cub, and let the might of the dragon race reappear in this world.

Xiao Long: I just want to be a lazy dragon.

Qu Jian'er had a wicked idea and strongly suggested, "The child is old enough, let's put some clothes on it."

Long Shuilin nodded emphatically.

You really can't go naked.

Little Dragon understood, but it couldn't speak human language. It stepped on Long Shuilin's head to express its protest.

Long Shuilin thought it was happy: "Teacher Qu, then I'll take it to get clothes made first."

Upon hearing this...

The little dragon on Long Shuilin's head was bewildered. Did dragons need to wear clothes?

How come it didn't know about this?

Qu Jian'er waved goodbye to the person. (Reading a book)

Before the other party leaves, don't forget to steal a wisp of dragon energy.

This successfully provoked Xiaolong to jump up and down.

Long Shuilin thought it was reluctant to part with Qu Jian'er, so he quickly comforted the little dragon in its ear: "Don't worry, don't worry, it's okay, you'll see each other often in the future."

Little Dragon: No!

Qu Jian'er tried to suppress her laughter, but couldn't help it. After watching the man and the dragon leave, she waited a while longer on Huangquan Star.

Finally, they received a definite reply from Lan Xiaonan: she could represent humanity in negotiations with the underworld, and the reward would be doubled.

Qu Jian'er went through the motions, then returned to the main star with double the reward.

I just got back.

Qi Yin then escorted him into the palace.

Qu Jian'er leaned back in her chair: "Is the matter resolved?"

Qi Yin flashed a bright white smile: "Madam is right."

Hearing the change in how the other person addresses you.

Qu Jian'er just smiled and remained silent.

Along the way, all Qu Jian'er saw on the virtual screens on the street was public support for Zuo Chen.

Without a doubt.

Zuo Chen has indeed achieved a stage victory.

***

The palace corridors were dimly lit, with only the dim glow of wall lamps.

The man standing by the window had a sinister look on his face, with a slightly sickly red tinge at the corners of his eyes.

Zuo Chen was surrounded by a terrifying and dangerous aura, and even the beaded bracelet on his wrist seemed to gleam with a cold light.

It was a bloodthirsty savagery that emanated from the very core of his being. The arc-shaped light in his dark pupils was like an ice blade, and a strong sense of oppression swept over him, making no one dare to look him directly in the eye.

Zuo Chen noticed Qu Jian'er.

His cold, sharp eyebrows lifted slightly.

His aura suddenly changed.

The two looked at each other across the corridor.

Everything is understood without words.

The old king knelt on the ground, his head bowed to his chest, chuckling softly, showing no sign of the anguish of being a prisoner.

Blood was dripping from his mouth.

She looked at Zuo Chen with a dazed expression.

The old king sneered: "No matter what, I have won against you for 30 years, and the empire has also stolen your fortune for 30 years."

The voice carried a chilling, terrifying quality, sounding especially familiar and jarring in the darkness.

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