Finally, Mu Wanwan still couldn't finish all the porridge by herself. She took a spoon, walked to the bedside, scooped a spoonful of porridge, and tentatively fed it into the tyrant's mouth.

However, his lips were tightly pursed because of the pain. Mu Wanwan tried several times but failed to feed it in.

She thought about it and said softly, "Sorry for the offense."

Then she pinched the jaw of a dragon with one hand, forcing him to open his mouth, and fed him the cooled porridge.

Maybe it was because he was too hungry. Although he was seriously injured and disabled, the tyrant's body still craved for food. After the porridge was poured in, Mu Wanwan saw him swallow it instinctively.

There was a hint of joy in his eyes. If he could swallow it on his own, it would save her a lot of trouble.

However, perhaps because she accidentally fed him too fast, some soup flowed down the corners of his lips, shining with a hint of moisture, and it just... felt weird.

Mu Wanwan's face turned a little red, and she reached out to wipe the water stains from the corners of his mouth as if covering her ears and stealing a bell. Just as she was about to finish the remaining half bowl of porridge, she heard Fu Liu's unfriendly voice from outside the door, "Madam, are you not okay yet?"

Mu Wanwan thought for a moment, poured the porridge into the porcelain bowl on the table, and before going out, she couldn't help but glance at Mr. Long lying on the bed, and said softly, "I'll be back soon."

She closed the door and followed Fu Liu out of the yard. The air was much fresher, but Mu Wanwan didn't feel as at ease as when she was with the tyrant.

Being around him, although her eyes and nose felt a little uncomfortable, she got used to it and it was fine.

The dragon with broken horns and a rotten tail was a little ugly, but at least it would not hurt her, nor would it hate her like Bai Shuiyao did. Being around Mr. Long, she did not have to worry about being killed at any time.

"We are here." Fu Liu opened the door of the ancestral hall, "Madam, today is the last day."

Mu Wanwan nodded, and knelt in front of a golden tablet under her cold gaze.

Her knees were a little swollen, and kneeling on the smooth and cold ground, Mu Wanwan gasped in pain with a pricking pain.

"Kneel down properly." Fu Liu said this and left with the lunch box. Mu Wanwan quietly changed to a more comfortable position and looked up at the golden tablets that she had mentioned in the video.

These tablets were different from what she had seen on TV and in real life. They were radiating golden light and were covered with a layer of hazy white light, like a protective shield, protecting them strictly.

The tablets were engraved with words from this world, and because of the memories of his original body, Mu Wanwan could read the words above -

"The first leader, Long Ying of the Golden Dragon Clan..."

"The first leader, Ao Ming of the Blue Dragon Clan..."

From high to low, there were eleven tablets in total, the Golden Dragon, Blue Dragon, Red Dragon, Black Dragon, White Dragon. Each clan had someone who became a leader, and the eleventh leader was also the leader before the Tyrant, Ao Bing of the Blue Dragon Clan.

Ao Bing, Ao Qin...

They are father and son, but now the leader of the Tyrant is Mr. Long.

Mu Wanwan suddenly realized that something seemed to be wrong, and a passage in the book that described the friendship between the Tyrant and Ao Qin suddenly flashed in his mind -

"When he was young, he was a deformed dragon with five claws and black, white and gold spots. Now he has become the first dragon to break through the seventh level. According to the rules, as long as he can break the dragon horn of the previous leader, he can become the new leader.

The current leader Ao Bing is already very old. He was seriously injured in a battle with the leader of the Wu tribe a few days ago. Once he loses his horn, he will quickly decline and die. But even so, the tyrant still has no hands. Show mercy, when he was pinching the bloody broken horn with blood on his hands and smiling at the terrified faces of countless dragons, it was Ao Qin who stepped forward and said congratulations first. "

Mu Wanwan didn't think much of it when he saw it at that time, but now, kneeling in the cold ancestral hall, looking at Ao Bing's tablet, and thinking about the miserable appearance of Mr. Long who was thrown into the bedroom after his defeat, he felt that he seemed to have touched some truth.

"Madam seems to be watching it very seriously?" A somewhat cold voice suddenly came from behind, and Mu Wanwan was startled. He looked back reflexively and met the handsome and smiling face of Ao Qin.

"I..."

A strong pressure suddenly filled the air. Mu Wanwan broke out in a cold sweat and was unable to speak.

Ao Qin followed her previous gaze, glanced at Ao Bing's tablet indifferently, then looked away without any care. He stretched out his fair and slender hand and gently pressed it on her shoulder. He smiled very friendly, but it made Mu Wanwan feel cold all over. "What are you guessing, Madam?"

When had Mu Wanwan ever endured such pressure? She only felt a stuffiness in her chest. When she came to her senses again, her mouth was already full of fishy sweetness.

"Ma'am, I'm very sorry." Ao Qin lazily withdrew his pressure. "I have just been promoted to the sixth level, and my control of spiritual power is not very accurate."

Mu Wanwan's throat was full of the taste of blood, and she was so nervous that she could hardly speak -

for the first time, she clearly realized the dangers of this world, and that she was so weak.

"I was overstepping my authority," Ao Qin withdrew his hand and squinted his eyes. "Madam, don't be nervous. I won't do anything to you."

"Starting tomorrow, madam, you don't have to kneel in the ancestral hall every day." Ao Qin said in a low voice, seemingly very respectful. "Please take good care of your Majesty."

Mu Wanwan's face turned pale. Seeing that Ao Qin was about to leave after he finished speaking, he gritted his teeth and said, "Lord Ao Qin."

Ao Qin stopped and looked at this prop for celebration, which was no different from an ant in his eyes, in confusion.

"Can you..." Mu Wanwan gritted her teeth, "give me some medicine, His Majesty's injury..."

"Your Majesty still has no elixir?" Ao Qin narrowed his eyes, as if he was very angry and surprised about this matter, "Madam, please rest assured, I will definitely not watch those servants treat His Majesty like this."

"The elixir will be delivered to you soon." Ao Qin smiled, "After all, His Majesty is also my friend, I will not let these servants bully him."

Mu Wanwan thought to herself, I would be wrong to believe you, but she still showed a happy smile on her face, and thanked him several times under his mocking gaze.