Jiangjiang quickly turned around, blinked her big, clear eyes, and asked, "Daddy, how did you know Mommy was wearing a black dress tonight, not a white dress, a red dress, a blue dress, or a green dress?"
Shu Xubai stretched out his slender finger and put it to his lips: "This is a little secret between your mother and me. I'll tell you when you grow up, okay?"
"Okay," Jiangjiang reluctantly agreed, then added, "I like to wear the same clothes as Mom, so Mom will like me, and she'll like Dad, right?"
Shu Xubai nodded: "Yes, Mom has always been a good girl, and she loves good children the most, as long as Jiang Jiang is good..."
“Liar.” Jiu Feng’s face was no longer as pale as before. Her cold voice, tinged with sarcasm, interrupted Shu Xubai: “Is it interesting to lie to a child?”
“Little bird, Daddy didn’t lie to me.” Jiangjiang’s crisp voice corrected Jiufeng: “Daddy wouldn’t lie to me. You can tell just by looking at how many years he’s raised me. You should believe him too, okay, little bird!”
A filthy, despicable vampire who feeds on human blood somehow found a child and successfully brainwashed him.
Trust him?
It's a joke to believe a Vampire who goes back on his word.
Jiu Feng glanced at Shu Xubai with disdain: "In my eyes, your father is not trustworthy, you know that?"
A flicker of gloom crossed Jiang Jiang's eyes, but she smiled sweetly and said, "I don't know, but I trust Dad!"
"Jiangjiang, be good, put the little one away first." Shu Xubai reached out and patted Jiangjiang's head: "Then go and get the gift you prepared for Mommy."
"Okay, Daddy, little bird, I'm going to my room now." Jiangjiang replied and turned to walk into her room.
Jiufeng scoffed: "Liar."
"Heh!" Shu Xubai chuckled. "Little friend, it seems you don't believe that our Jiangjiang's mom would wear a black dress today. How about we make a bet?"
Jiufeng snorted, pursed her lips, turned her head away, and ignored him.
Shu Xubai turned around, walked to Jiu Feng, bent down, placed his hands on the sofa, and wrapped his arms around him. "Little kid, are you afraid to bet because you're afraid of losing?"
The blood and coldness emanating from him seeped into her nostrils, and Jiu Feng frowned, raising her head: "What a joke, what do I have to be afraid of?"
Shu Xubai leaned forward, his lips brushing against his neck: "Since there's nothing to be afraid of, let's make a bet. I bet that our Jiangjiang's mother is wearing a black dress today. If she's not wearing a black dress, I'll lose."
His closeness caused Jiu Feng's back to press against the sofa, her fingers slowly clenching into a fist: "Alright, since we're making a bet, there has to be a prize. What happens if you lose?"
Shu Xubai stared at the collar of his shirt wrapped around his neck and said casually, "If I lose, as long as you say that Jiangjiang's mother is your partner, I will back down and not compete with you for Jiangjiang's mother."
Without any hesitation, Jiufeng said, "Deal."
"You closed the deal too quickly," Shu Xubai reminded Jiufeng. "What if you had lost?"
Jiufeng frowned, "If I lose..."
Shu Xubai's hand, which was resting on the sofa, landed on his collar and touched his Adam's apple through the collar: "If you lose, you'll strip naked and climb into bed to warm my bed, how about that?"
Jiufeng felt a tickle in her Adam's apple, as if he were choking her. "You..."
Shu Xubai gently pressed his finger on his Adam's apple: "What do you mean 'you'? Can't you handle losing? Then don't gamble."
Jiufeng's eyes were icy, and her throat moved involuntarily. Jin Gui said coldly, "I can afford to lose. I'll bet with you."
"If I win, you can take Jiangjiang and get out of here. If I lose, I'll strip naked and warm your bed."
Shu Xubai's slightly pale lips slowly curled into a wicked smile: "Deal, kid."
The aircraft landed atop the state guest platform. Jiang Si, who had been pretending to rest with her eyes closed, opened them, adjusted her cloak, and prepared to open the door to get off the aircraft when she heard Agares say, "We need to wait a moment."
Jiang Si paused in opening the aircraft door, glancing at him sideways. She saw him standing straight with his long legs crossed, a tablet on his lap, his hand sliding around, his thin lips pressed tightly together, his handsome face cold, his aura keeping everyone at arm's length.
Jiang Si gave a weak "oh," her eyes darting around, her whole demeanor showing boredom and blankness.
When she came out of the palace, her cheap ex was freezing cold. When she wrapped a cloak around her, she was shivering from the cold.
She had no idea what she had done to offend him. They had been fine before, and she thought her ex-wife was perfect—the best example of being friends even if you can't be husband and wife.
Agares stopped sliding his hands on the quantum tablet. His gaze seemed to be fixed on the tablet, but in reality, his peripheral vision was entirely on his wife beside him.
He tapped the tablet silently with his finger and slowly said, "It will take 15 minutes. I just checked the records about the fourth civilization's sub-female dragon."
"What?" Jiang Si was instantly intrigued. She turned to the side, not asking why they had to wait 15 minutes, and asked with a gossipy look, "What record?"
Agares tapped out a sound with his fingers on the computer panel: "I just accessed their database and copied some records from some classified S-level files."
My cheap ex is so amazing?
Can you even access someone else's database?
So he's the real big shot, and she's just a nobody?
Jiang Si instantly and smoothly moved closer to her cheap ex, completely abandoning the previous state of being far apart from him. She touched his arm with hers and peered at his brain: "What news is there about the sub-female dragon? Let me see. Ah, I don't recognize these words either. They're like a book written in heaven."
Agares lowered his eyes and stared at the head that was peering at him. A faint scent of grass and wood wafted out and entered his nose: "This is the script from the Fourth Civilization more than 3,000 years ago, before it was simplified!"
As Agares spoke, he raised his long arm and made a circling gesture, pulling his wife, who had taken the initiative to come closer, into his embrace. He pointed his finger at the cryptic text in his wife's eyes: "It records that the difficulty of hatching a sub-female dragon is 500%, and the survival rate is 1000%. In other words, it's not that sub-female dragons are few in number; it's that out of 1000 sub-female dragon eggs, it would be a miracle if even one survived and hatched."
"Furthermore, sub-female dragons possess the innate advantage of being a third sex; they are a combination of handsome, heroic, and beautiful, unlike the distinct physical distinctions between male and female dragons in the dragon race."
A combination of handsome, dashing, and beautiful!
That's how Bo Jichen is.
Dressed in women's clothing and with a different voice, she's the epitome of a queen.
Dressed in men's clothing and a military uniform, he looked exactly like a general that even dogs would dislike.
What fighting!
Looking for trouble.
To cheat and shirk responsibility.
Insidious and cunning.
Despicable and shameless.
He is the epitome of a dog.
Jiang Si stared at the incomprehensible cryptic characters: "What else? What else?"
Agares swiped up the page on the quantum computer, his finger stopping at a line of small print: "This data records that in the history known to the Phoenix Clan, a total of 5 sub-female dragons have appeared, and the appearance of each one brought the Phoenix Clan to a certain peak."
Jiang Si asked, puzzled, "Reaching the pinnacle, does this pinnacle refer to power, status, money, or something else?"
“Mental power.” Agares’s deep voice was calm: “The appearance of each sub-female dragon has led to many instances of the Phoenix Clan’s mental power materializing, and the fusion of mental bodies with humans, but…”
"However, this peak is like a flash in the pan. It will not last more than 50 years before it disappears with the death of the sub-female dragons. Moreover, according to the data on the powerful spiritual power and habits of the dragon race given by the Fourth Civilization, each dragon that hatches can live for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, and the sub-female dragons even longer."
Jiang Si: "What do you mean by 'even more so for the sub-female dragon'?"
Agares explained, "What is meant by 'sub-female dragons' is that once they hatch, they live for more than ten thousand years, and their mates also live for ten thousand years."
"However, according to records, not a single sub-female dragon lived to be ten thousand years old, nor did any of its mates. On the contrary, every sub-female dragon recorded in the data had a very short lifespan, so short that it seemed as if they were kept in captivity and imprisoned from the moment they hatched until they died, and the cause of death was unknown."
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