Nan Muran and Si Ye looked at each other and said, "Let's go up and take a look."
The two put down their chopsticks and quickly ran upstairs, only to find that the black dragon had jumped into Nan Muran and their family's living room on the second floor at some point.
At this moment, he was fiddling with the emerald green flying dragon totem ring that Si Ye gave to Nan Muran when they got married. Because the ring was relatively large, Nan Muran put it in the most conspicuous place on the glass shelf behind him, and it was just in time for the black dragon to take it out.
"Do you know this thing?" Nan Muran looked at the black dragon with a calm tone.
The black dragon put down the ring and nodded: "I know it. Didn't you notice that the totem on this ring is a dragon pattern? If I can advance to the emperor level and successfully transform into a dragon, it will look like this."
"Ah, you mean, the flying dragon totem above is you?" Nan Muran was a little uncertain. It was obviously a dragon, but the black dragon looked so dark that it didn't look like one.
Black Dragon looked at Nan Muran who obviously felt that he was lying, and was a little angry: "Of course it's not me, but this is my brother."
"Your brother?" Nan Muran was also confused when she heard its words.
"Yes, my brother." Black Jiao pointed at the totem on the ring, then pointed at himself, and said in a puzzled tone: "Don't they look alike? We are brothers from the same mother."
After hesitating, Nan Muran picked up the ring on the table and examined it carefully: "But this is white, and you have black."
And it is obvious that the black dragon is much uglier. Of course, Nan Muran would not say this, for fear that the black dragon would be sad.
"Who told you that siblings from the same mother must be of the same color?" For the first time, Hei Jiao felt that Nan Muran was a little stupid.
After sensing the Black Dragon's disdain for her, Nan Muran narrowed her eyes slightly: "Come to think of it, how long has this ring existed?"
"Why, it's been several hundred years." The black dragon glanced at the white dragon on the ring and couldn't help wondering where it was now.
Nan Muran nodded silently, looking at the black dragon with undisguised pity in her eyes: "So your brother reached the emperor level hundreds of years ago and successfully transformed into a dragon. And you, who are from the same mother, have gone through hundreds of years, but in the end you are only a king level? You are still a dragon."
The black dragon was instantly furious when he heard Nan Muran's naked attack, and the whole dragon was in a bad state: "Don't look at me with such pity."
It was like the indulgence of his family in the past, which Hei Jiao could not accept.
"Okay, okay, I won't look at you like that. Don't be angry, okay?" Nan Muran saw that the black dragon was very angry about her words, so she patted the black dragon's head good-naturedly to calm it down.
Unfortunately, this soothing action made the black dragon even angrier. How could you pat a dragon's head to soothe someone? It wasn't like you were patting your son. If Nan Muran hadn't been able to use her vitality to help her suppress the black matter, she would have really wanted to eat her.
"Yes, will it be useful if I eat her?" Hei Jiao couldn't stop thinking, and his eyes became more serious when he looked at Nan Muran. After all, it should have the same effect after eating it.
In the space, Xuan Wu felt the Black Flood Dragon's thoughts, and a helpless voice sounded at the right time: "Ran Ran, the Black Flood Dragon wants to eat you now."
Nan Muran heard this and glared at the black dragon with her beautiful eyes with obvious anger. Then she stretched out her hand and slapped the black dragon on the head without hesitation. The force was so strong that her snow-white palm turned red. "What the hell do you want?"
Her sudden rage startled even Si Ye who was beside her.
The black dragon felt his head buzzing, and the whole dragon was instantly pickled. Well, this idea is indeed dangerous, but the problem is, how can a king-level person like Nan Muran, an eighth-level psychic, detect his thoughts? It's too weird.
Si Ye looked at Hei Jiao, who was obviously a little bit collapsed after being slapped, and kindly stepped forward to change the subject: "This ring was left to me by my father, so, is there anything special about it?"
Hearing Si Ye's words, Hei Jiao was obviously startled, and then suddenly spoke with some excitement: "Give me some of your blood."
"My blood?" Si Ye frowned.
Nan Muran also felt that Hei Jiao’s request was a bit excessive.
But before Nan Muran and Si Ye could react, the black dragon suddenly jumped forward and jumped onto Si Ye's arm. Then its sharp teeth bit through Si Ye's arm.
The moment Black Dragon felt the scent of Si Ye's blood, he felt his whole body go numb, and then he felt inexplicably comfortable.
Si Ye, who was originally a little uneasy, saw that there were only some drops of blood on his arm, and he did not stop the black dragon's actions.
"Black dragon, you've almost done." Nan Muran looked at it as it sucked Si Ye's blood desperately and had no intention of giving up, and there was a threat in her tone.
Hearing this, the Black Dragon shook his head at Nan Muran. Then, he jumped out of Si Ye's wrist at the right time and returned to the air: "He is the oldest descendant of the Black Obsidian family. Shouldn't he be trained by those old stubborn people in the Black Obsidian ancestral hall? How did he end up here?"
"What do you mean?" Nan Muran was a little confused.
Seeing their confused faces, Hei Jiao knew that their understanding of the Obsidian Organization was zero. He could only patiently tell them about the ancient heritage of the five major families of the Obsidian Organization. The five major families of the Obsidian Organization were not the five major families that truly mastered the supernatural powers of the Obsidian Organization.
"They also have a family living in seclusion in the mountains. Director Chang had already mentioned this when he introduced Hei Yao." Nan Muran was not surprised by this.
"Briefly tell me what you know." After hearing Nan Muran's words, Hei Jiao pondered for a moment.
After Nan Muran finished describing what she had learned from Chang Li, he shook his head and denied her statement: "The truly powerful force of Hei Yao is not those secluded gifted people, and the gifted people you mentioned are just ordinary multi-system psychics. The truly powerful one is the oldest bloodline that can directly control the inheritance of the emperor-level power."
“Master the inheritance of royal power?” Nan Muran’s temples throbbed when she heard this, and she lost her composure.
If they need to face the Obsidian Organization this time, that is, to deal with an emperor-level existence, then it is better not to waste energy. It is more realistic to just kneel down and surrender.
“Didn’t you just say that I have a bloodline that can master the inheritance of imperial power?” Si Ye looked at the black dragon’s reaction in confusion.
Hei Jiao looked at Si Ye: "Yes, so why are you here?"
People with bloodline like Si Ye's should be locked directly into the Obsidian Organization's ancestral hall in the back mountain and start learning how to become the most powerful person in the world.
"Si Ye was sent out of the family by his parents." Nan Muran thought of a suitable explanation to Hei Jiao.
Hearing this, the black dragon looked at Si Ye. This was the first time it looked at a human other than Ran Ran. After all, in its eyes, everyone except Nan Muran was an ant and there was no need to look at them clearly.
"Who are Sinan and Su Ying to you?"
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