Transformed into the Child of a Childless Emperor, Doomed to Die Young

Once, Yan Chengyu transmigrated and found himself as the child of a childless emperor. He mentally prepared himself to just lie flat and be an emperor.

However, from the very beginning, he fa...

Chapter 8 The Beginning

The golden dragon, worshipped and sacrificed by many species, is a source of deep longing.

The big dragon would not die if it drank the water. The little grass picked up the hanging branches, jumped onto the body of the golden dragon and stepped on it again and again, then found a place he thought was comfortable, took root and buried it.

It jumped twice, but the roots didn't get through.

So he circled around the golden dragon foolishly.

"I can't find it..." Yan Jiyuan heard him mutter again. Perhaps he had no other options, so Xiaocao turned to his new friend for help: "Help~ Help."

How could he refuse his request? Jin Long was somewhat bewildered.

He couldn't refuse.

So he plucked out a piece of dragon scale and relaxed it carefully to allow the grass to take root.

The red-fruited grass parasitized his huge body, singing and dancing happily.

His branches and leaves swayed, making rustling sounds.

The golden dragon didn't sleep either, but kept staring at the grass.

After some time, they became very familiar with each other.

Yan Jiyuan also studied parenting knowledge hard in the human world and put it into practice without hesitation.

It’s called parenting, but in fact it’s just pampering.

He no longer despised the boring world. He was happy to watch the stars with the grass, live on the moon, and coil on the sun.

The red grass learned to speak and became much smarter than before.

Yan Jiyuan told him, from now on you will be Yan Chengyu and you must call me father.

Xiaocao, who was still stumbling when speaking, grinned: "Father~Father~"

The golden dragon's mouth was crooked and pointed towards the sky.

Later, the little grass understood more and asked his father, "Why is the nest green and the father golden?"

Yan Jiyuan said: "Gene mutation."

The grass said, "I want to have claws and whiskers like my father."

"Sure, if you want to be a seven-colored auspicious dragon, I'll satisfy you."

Xiaocao shook his branches, confused as to what it meant: "Colorful dragon?"

The golden dragon's mouth twisted again.