"Where are Concubine De, Concubine Chun, and Abao? Where are An'er and Jing'er? Why aren't they here?"

Just as Concubine De and Concubine Chun were hesitating about what to say, they heard bursts of laughter coming from the air.

"Dad! I'm here! Over here!"

The Tyrant was a little confused. He just thought that he was not thinking clearly today and was hallucinating. He clearly did not see Di Zian, but he heard Di Zian's voice, and it was very close...

"That..." Defei also pointed upwards.

A green shadow passed by the tyrant's eyes, and just in time, he looked up and saw Emperor Zian waving to him.

The tyrant's eyes almost popped out of his head in shock, "Dragon..."

Flying up.

That bastard Emperor Zi'an actually sat on the back of the dragon!!!

This kid is crazy...

Before the tyrant could react, the white mist dispersed and he saw a row of people.

The seven-year-old Di Rongjing was obviously very timid, but he still had a pale face and grinned at him. It was obvious that he was forced by that kid Di Zian.

There was also Mount Lhotse, Po…until he saw the whole dragon clearly, a group of children, having a great time.

The tyrant's eyes lit up and he saw that there seemed to be something sitting under Po's butt?

"Where did Po get such a shiny little stool?" The big tyrant's eyes widened. Could it be that this little girl Po complained that the dragon's body was hurting her butt?

Concubine De didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and cleared her throat, "That... is not a bench."

"So she's sitting on..."

"Dragon Ball." Defei lowered her eyes.

The Tyrant shuddered, "What the hell? Dragon, Dragon Ball!"

That is something more precious than the heirloom jade, the inner elixir of the dragon, a legendary divine object!!!

Was it put under your butt by Abao and used as a bench?

What’s more important is that this dragon flew back and forth in circles in the air, and it flew so steadily, as if it was afraid of shaking the group of children.

"It is said that the dragon has a violent temper and can call the wind and rain..." The tyrant's mouth twitched and he stared at Po with a deep smile, as if he was looking at a rare treasure.

Po is a magical child!

Since Abao came into being, the Tiansheng Dynasty has become different. She is his hope and the hope of the entire Tiansheng Dynasty.

"Daddy." After playing for several rounds, Po was tired.

The moment the dragon landed, all the people in the capital city had already knelt on the ground and worshipped the dragon.

The dragon was afraid that Po would fall, so the moment Po moved, the dragon immediately stretched its head over. Po stepped on the dragon's noble head, walked down from the ground, and flew towards the tyrant.

The tyrant's eyes were filled with the shadow of the dragon. This was the first time he saw the dragon at such a close distance!

Lord Qinglong who takes turns guarding the seven nations.

It was not until a gentle light came from his arms that the tyrant saw that Po was holding a ball in his arms.

No, to be precise, it's Dragon Ball.

The dragon ball was really big and very bright, emitting white light. It was not dazzling at all, but instead had a kind of cool beauty like moonlight.

Just by standing here, the Great Tyrant could feel the powerful spiritual energy coming from the Dragon Ball, which was like a clear spring that could wash away all the sins and darkness in a person.

"Daddy, this is for you." Po saw that the tyrant liked the Dragon Ball, and he grinned and stretched forward holding the Dragon Ball.

These words frightened the tyrant so much that his limbs went limp and his lips trembled.

The dragon ball is reflected in his eyes...

He felt a sharp gaze staring at him, and when he raised his head, he met the dragon's eyes.

Is this dragon... angry?

Po frowned, turned to look at the dragon, put his hands on his hips, and looked fierce, "Hmm?"

[Is this dragon glaring at my father? ]

【It dares! 】

The dragon approached Po, crooked his eyes, grinned, and tried to please him.

Can't afford to offend.

You can't afford to offend me at all.

This is the little master it has been looking for for thousands of years.

Not to mention that the young master wanted to give its inner elixir to her father, even if she wanted to grind its inner elixir into powder, it would have to come forward and hand it over.

Send, send, send!

As long as you like, you can even tear me apart and give me away.

Although neither the man nor the dragon spoke, the Tyrant's eyes were sharp. He rubbed the two little tufts on A-Bao's head and said, "This thing is too precious to be mentioned. Daddy can't have it. Daddy appreciates the kindness of the precious lady, but you can keep it for now."

Since the dragon dared to give the dragon ball to Po, it means that Po is different from others to it.

He will not interfere in the affairs between Po and Shenlong.

[Okay, okay, then I'll play with some Dragon Balls first, and then return them to the dragon.]

Ah Bao watched a group of people kneeling on the ground, motionless. She scratched her head, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, "Hua Hua..."

The dragon's whiskers almost turned straight out of fear.

No way?

Did this little girl recognize it?

Don't do that!

She'll throw it away!

"The little bug I picked up before was called Huahua."

The dragon was shocked.

"I see you look a bit like it. You don't have a name now, right?"

Shenlong tilted his head to look at her and shook his head to indicate no.

Everyone was already trembling.

Lord Shenlong has a name, and it is called Shenlong. Are you, the little princess, planning to give Lord Shenlong a name?

"Then from now on, you will be called Huahua."

Huahua...

The dragon is a little scared of this name. It is really afraid that the little girl will recognize it one day. This name is like a time bomb!

"You don't like me?" Po saw the dragon's hesitation.

The dragon shook his head quickly and said, "No, no, I like it very much, I like it very much. You are really serious about flowers in your life."

Hey, go ahead and shout.

You can call me whatever you want, don’t call me Huahua, even if you call me a piece of shit, I like it.

Po narrowed his eyes and smiled, "As long as you like it, Huahua, you are cute and majestic, which suits you very well!"

Everyone kneeling on the ground in a straight line!

Flowers...flowers?

What kind of name is this? Does Huahua have the domineering power and majesty of a dragon?

But do they dare to raise objections?

Dare not!

The dragon was standing there with a foolish smile on its face. If they dared to say a word, the dragon might sit on them and kill them.

Po was very satisfied with his calling of the dragon. He touched its golden horns with his little hands. "I used to have a Hua Hua too. If it were still alive, it would probably be the same size as you. I wonder how it is doing now..."

Dead! Dead!

It must be dead.

The dragon wanted to open his mouth and say, "My dear, please don't think about your flowers anymore. Just look at the flower in front of you."

"By the way, I want to discuss something with you..."

The dragon was startled and its neck almost shrank.

Familiar eyes, familiar words.

Yes, yes, yes, that’s what the little girl started with back then, and then she didn’t want it anymore.

The dragon sobbed softly with grievance. After all, which Huahua was not going to stay?