Chapter 142 Long Chen is a Dragon

Several people from the Dragon God Temple stood by and watched the fun.

"Just knowing a few herbs makes you a priest. The people in this tribe are so funny." Xiong Zhi rolled his eyes and said with disdain.

"This remote tribe is very backward. Knowing a few herbs is already the limit for them," said Xiong Heng.

"Young Master is right." Xiong Zhi complimented.

Chu Ange turned his head to look at the unfamiliar faces of Xiong Heng and the others and frowned.

This group of people always looked down on the White Wolf Tribe, and the priest was also very unhappy.

He whispered to Ange: "Did the Dragon God tell you that Lang Yi could be a priest?"

There is no doubt whether Lang Yi can be a priest, and no one is more suitable than him.

But since he broke a leg, there will definitely be people who will not obey him.

If the Dragon God blesses you...who would dare to question it?

Chu Ange was about to nod when he heard Long Chen's voice: "Why don't you ask the Dragon God and find out?"

The priest suddenly realized something: "You are right. I will ask the Dragon God right now."

The priest walked toward the altar, where he was going to perform a shaman dance.

Pray in your heart as you walk, and be sure to ask God for success.

He wanted to show off his skills in front of those bears.

Let them see who is the Dragon God's favorite.

Xiong Heng was not curious about their ritual of asking the gods. After all, it was too hasty. Nothing was prepared and they just asked the gods with nothing in their hands.

This is disrespectful to the Dragon God, and the Dragon God will definitely not respond to him.

As soon as he finished his thoughts, he saw the old man twisting his body...

"Nonsense!" Xiong Heng was extremely shocked.

"How can such a person be a priest? What the hell is he doing?" Xiong Zhi also said indignantly.

The priests of the Dragon Temple will ask the gods, and they will bathe and change clothes in advance. The apostles of the Dragon Temple will prepare rich sacrifices, and thousands of people will kneel down and worship under the altar.

The scene was grand and magnificent.

Look at the White Wolf Tribe...what the hell is this?

After the priest finished dancing, he knelt on the ground devoutly, raised his hands to the sky and said, "Respected Lord Dragon God, please tell me if Lang Yi is a qualified candidate for the priesthood."

While the priest was performing the ritual, Long Chen handed the remaining three golden fruits to An Ge: "Wife, eat this fruit."

Ange: "Didn't you say I couldn't finish it all at once?"

Long Chen: "This is a special situation, you eat first."

He had to get his son drunk first, otherwise his spiritual power would be intercepted by the dragon cub as soon as he used it. How could he respond to the priest's questions?

Chu Ange was a little confused. The priest asked God why it was a special case for Long Chen?

But she still obediently ate all three fruits.

Just after the meal, a strong wind blew up, and a dragon formed by clouds came roaring in the sky, paused above the altar, flew away into the distance, and finally dissipated into clouds.

The moment the dragon appeared in the sky, Chu Ange saw Long Chen's movements.

After becoming pregnant, she became very sensitive to energy, especially Long Chen's spiritual power.

The spiritual power formed by the dragon flew out from Long Chen!

The first time the priest asked the gods for help, a dragon was formed from clouds.

That time, it was Long Chen who asked him to ask about the wedding date.

The second time he asked God successfully, he asked about my father’s position as the patriarch.

When everyone was worried about whether asking God would be successful, Long Chen was certain that it would be successful.

It turned out to be successful, and the true form of the Dragon God appeared.

That time happened to be her estrus period, and Long Chen stayed with her all the time.

However, when the Dragon God’s true form appeared…Long Chen was not in the cave.

Every time the priest successfully asks the gods, it is related to Long Chen.

Chu Ange looked at the cloud that had already dissipated, and an answer that she had always ignored was about to come out.

Long Chen had told her more than once that he was a dragon.

Long Chen looked at his dazed wife and said with a smile: "Ange, the priest's inquiry to the gods was successful."

Chu Ange slowly turned his gaze towards him, looked at him and swallowed.

"What's wrong?" Long Chen asked when he noticed that something was wrong with Ange.

Chu Ange touched her belly and joked, "Is this a dragon I'm pregnant with?"

She still couldn't quite believe the guess in her mind.

Long Chen was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It should be a dragon egg."

Chu Ange's breathing stagnated and she closed her eyes. It was too horrifying - she fell asleep.

"Don't tell me the rest yet. I'm afraid I can't digest it."

"Haha." Long Chen laughed out loud: "It's too late to regret now."

"I don't regret it, I'm just too shocked." Chu Ange didn't dare to open his eyes.

In the morning, Long Chen told her that he was a dragon, and she thought he was bragging.

As a result, people have always told the truth.

Eliminate all impossible answers, and the remaining one, no matter how horrifying it is, is the correct answer.

It was because it was too horrifying that she couldn't believe it.

I would rather think that Long Chen is just bragging than believe that he is really a dragon.

Now that I think about it, the golden tail he showed on the night of marriage was indeed a dragon's tail.

Chu Ange felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat. She turned around silently and walked towards the cave.

Long Chen quickly followed: "Where are you going, wife? Don't you want to watch Lang Yi's duel?"

How could she care about other people's affairs now?

"I'm going to go back and take a nap. I can't digest it standing up. I'm going to go back and lie down to digest it."

Long Chen took a step forward to Ange, held her in his arms, and put her head close to his chest: "Ange, listen to my heartbeat, it beats for you."

"I am willing to be an ordinary person for you. I will always be with you, regardless of life or death."

Chu Ange smiled bitterly and hugged him back: "When the time comes, just don't think I'm old."

Orcs have a longer lifespan than modern humans, with an average age of around two hundred years old, but compared to a dragon's long life, it's just a drop in the ocean.

In the blink of an eye, she will become a passer-by in Long Chen's life.

She was too old to move, but he was still a young and handsome boy.

In another hundred years, she might be completely forgotten from his life.

When she thought that after her death, he would marry another woman and use all his kindness to her on that other woman, she didn't want to die.

The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became. Chu Ange jumped on Long Chen and said, "After I die, you are not allowed to marry another woman for five hundred years, okay?"

Long Chen quickly held her buttocks and held her firmly: "If you die, I will die too. I only want you, and I don't want anyone else."

"What do you mean if I die you will die too? You are not allowed to commit suicide for love." Chu Ange said.

Long Chen held her up with one hand and tapped her nose: "I have marked you, you are my Dragon Consort, sharing my lifespan, what kind of divine-mortal love is going on in your head?"

Chu Ange was stunned. This was different from what she had watched in the TV dramas about immortal love.

As soon as her eyes moved, Long Chen knew what she was thinking.

“I’m a god, but I can’t even protect the life of a mortal. What kind of god am I?” Long Chen said.

"I am different from the gods in Chinese TV dramas. I am the darling of heaven." Long Chen continued.

"Wait, what did you say? TV series? How do you know about TV series?" Chu Ange got off Long Chen and looked at him in surprise.

Long Chen: "I went to China to look for you..."

Chu Ange quickly covered his mouth: "Stop talking."

She looked around and found that no one was paying attention to them. Everyone's focus was on the priest.