C1 first meeting

"It wasn't intentional for the Third Prince to accidentally burn the bestowal of the pearl. It's better to take the life than to be ruthless. In my opinion, why not ?"

"Third Prince Long, today. "You and I are fated, so we shall bestow upon you a great fortune."

"I ordered you to wait at the Snake Coiled Mountain's Eagle Gully for someone to transform into a dragon horse and carry him westward. After nine hundred and eighty-one trials and tribulations, you will be in great danger. Are you willing to take up today's responsibility?"

That person's expression was dull as he lowered his eyes and started laughing.

No matter how much history they had experienced in the mortal world, it all turned into a sentence from this smile. It wasn't bitter.

"Thank you, Scholar Guan Yin. Ao Lie, you are willing."

The nightmare had just awoken, and the words in the dream still lingered by his ears. Zhu Zhao's back was drenched in cold sweat, and his face revealed an extremely painful expression, which gradually twisted into the appearance of an evil spirit.

He suddenly opened his eyes as his face turned cold. It took a lot of effort for him to control the restlessness within his body.

Her clear eyes were bloodshot and haggard.

After a faint sigh, there was dead silence.

He was silent for a long time as he gazed at the unlit sky when he woke up in the middle of the night.

He suddenly smiled faintly and whispered.

"Ao Lie."

I still owe you this life.

? ?

The day that Zhu Zhao first saw Ao Lie, happened to be his ninety-ninth birthday.

Different from mortals, demons and monsters like them had some special abilities, so they lived for a long time.

Ninety-nine years old. She had only just reached adulthood in the Demon World and was already in her prime ?

To be precise, he was still just a child.

On this special day, the other princes and princes of flood dragon race would be awoken early in the morning by the warm kisses of their respective mufei, drooling from their foreheads as they began this sweet day.

On this special day, the flood dragon race princes would receive precious gifts from the Water race of the Four Seas Academy. At night, they would hold a grand banquet to celebrate the prince's coming of age.

The most exciting thing was that the adult princes had the right to move about freely. They could go out to sea, transform into humans, and go play in the mortal world for a day.

Even if he had done something wrong, he wouldn't be blamed by the Wyrm King and his mother.

To the normally well-behaved prince, this was no less than a big surprise.

But Zhu Zhao knew that all of these things had nothing to do with him.

It was dawn when he woke from his nightmare. He didn't receive a present or a tiny blessing until the sun lit up the water, not to mention the sea and the birthday party.

In the flood dragon race, wasn't he a transparent person? What was he hoping for?

Zhu Zhao sighed as he raised his head to look at the sky.

It should be about time for Dragon King of the West Sea's Third Prince to arrive, right?

Today was the day that the Western Sea was to patrol the four seas. The entire flood dragon race was bustling with activity, making preparations to welcome the Third Prince of the Western Sea, Ao Lie.

He silently took out a green robe from his closet. The clothes were embroidered with the patterns of a Winged Flood Dragon and there was a faint trace of light. Although it was a bit old, it was still washed clean.

After changing into these clothes, a trace of loneliness flashed across Zhu Zhao's immature face.

He grabbed Yun Xiu's arm and walked out of the room in large strides. His clear and cold eyes were as cold as snow.

? ?

"What are you doing here?"

The Small Green Flood Dragon that was trying its best to dig fart. He answered without raising his head, "Burying things."

"Buried what?"

"Gunpowder."

"Oh? "Why did you bury gunpowder?"

This unfamiliar voice had a hint of laughter mixed within, which finally made the Small Green Flood Dragon raise its head with difficulty.

"Ask around, what does this have to do with you?"

The white-clothed youth gently lowered his head and pinched the corner of the Small Green Flood Dragon, "Tell me why you buried the gunpowder, and I will tell you what is related to me."

The Small Green Flood Dragon tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "I want to bury the explosives and blow the Dragon King of the West Sea's Third Prince to death."

His body suddenly stiffened, and the white clothed youth asked in a low voice, "Why did you blast him to death?" Has he had any enmity with you? "

"I already answered why you buried the gunpowder. You still haven't told me what it has to do with you. I'm telling you, don't push your luck." The Small Green Flood Dragon looked at each other with cold brows and a face full of arrogance.

The white clothed youth facepalmed and answered generously, "Because, I am the third prince of Dragon King of the West Sea, Ao Lie.

"Kid, can you tell me what kind of hatred do you and I have? Why did you blast me to death?"

That afternoon, Ao Lie experienced the speed at which Flood Dragons fought for their lives.

The adorable Small Green Flood Dragon lifted up the corners of its tattered clothes and ran away with a "Ao" sound.

He did not chase after him, but smiled as he looked at the back of the Small Green Flood Dragon, and shouted from afar, "Little guy, I'll remind you by the way, next time do not bury gunpowder in the sea, you really can't ?"

You want to start a fire in the water? It was quite bold to think of something that surpassed the five elements as a counteraction. He wondered if this child was stupid or just stupid.

The Small Green Flood Dragon's face and ears were red, and it ran all the way.

"Third Prince!" Third Prince! "Why are you here!" The panting old crab finally caught up with them, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Old Crab, who's that little guy?" Ao Lie looked at the back of the Small Green Flood Dragon as it left, and casually pointed with his finger.

The old crab took out a cloth and wiped his sweat in the seawater before muttering in a low voice, "That should be flood dragon race's third son, Zhu Zhao, right? She's already so old in the blink of an eye."

"Zhu Zhao", the smile on the Third Prince's face became wider and wider. He scared the old crab so much that he kept his head down and kept spitting bubbles.

"That's not right, today is the birthday of flood dragon race's second and third son, right? How come she was wearing such poor clothes and no one was here to celebrate? If we were to let the other three seas see us, wouldn't it mean that the princes of flood dragon race in the Western Region won't be able to wear good clothes? "Nonsense, what nonsense!"

Ao Lie slightly paused for a moment, then thoughtfully cast his gaze in the direction the Small Green Flood Dragon had gone.

After they ran far away, Zhu Zhao's footsteps became slower and slower, and stopped slowly.

Turning his head to glance at Ao Lie's direction, the cowardice in his eyes gradually disappeared, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes.

He knew that he had achieved his goal.

? ?

When they saw Ao Lie again, it was the banquet that was being held at night. All of the Western Sea's Water Clan had sent their representatives over, with gifts that they had prepared a long time ago.

During the banquet, the light dancing never stopped, and the song never stopped.

Gazing up ahead, the main characters of the lively and lively feast were Ao Lie, the Third Prince of the Western Sea, and Wang Candle of the Flood Dragon Tribe.

It was unknown what Ao Lie was talking about with Candle Realm Wyrm King, but he was smiling brightly. He was extremely free and at ease. He sized up the grand banquet with a satisfied smile on his face.

Wyrm King Candle Realm personally received them, paid them respects, and sat at the head of the table with Ao Lie.

Below the two people who were at the Candle Realm with Ao Lie were the princes and princesses of the Flood Dragon Tribe. Due to the difficulty in reproducing with the Flood Dragons, there were not many people, only a little more than a dozen.

Adding on Wyrm King and his women, in the past three hundred years, there had only been around twenty such people. This number could be said to be extremely painful.

The next few people from the Flood Dragon Tribe were the envoys sent by the Water race of the Western Sea. They scattered into the seats and with flattering smiles on their faces, they flattered the royal disciples of the Western Sea, Ao Lie.

The banquet was both hypocritical and lively. Everyone flattered and fawned over the upper echelons. Even the princes were often greeted with greetings from the Water race representatives.

As the third prince of the flood dragon race, Zhu Zhao had the honor to participate as well.

What made him even more downcast was the Wyrm King's attitude of not seeing anything.

Zhu Zhao watched the spirited Ao Lie with envy, but his back suddenly hurt, and the sharp pain made him tighten his eyebrows and utter those words.