Chapter 342 The Art of Language
"Thank you, Your Highness, for giving me a name for my little girl." The gender of the only offspring has become a foregone conclusion, and the Fire Dragon King has no choice but to admit it no matter how unwilling he is. "But I still insist on my point of view. Every dragon clan has an obligation to reproduce the clan..."
"This bloodline will end with me." Di Tian's tone was full of epic tragedy, indicating that the glory of the family he shouldered had come to an end at this moment.
"What do you mean?!" The Fire Dragon King was shocked and asked sharply.
"He said he doesn't want children." Mu Xing thoughtfully provided a translator for the old senior. She felt that Ditian's words were quite convincing. If he directly said "I don't want children", it would seem plain and indifferent. Feeling hasty can easily cause controversy in front of elders.
"It's hopeless!" The Fire Dragon King was very discouraged and could only place his hope on Mu Xing. "Your Highness, please consider my brother's proposal as soon as possible." This was the news he learned when he and the Light Dragon King were fighting each other.
"What proposal?" Ditian suddenly had a bad feeling. His father had always tried his best to trick him.
"Let the Dragon Valley and Douluo planes merge, and all creatures on the Douluo planet will enter the dragon transformation period. They will either be born as kings or be penniless. But I can't do this. There are rules in my family." In order to save the father and son. With the precarious parent-child relationship, Mu Xing did not reveal the Bright Dragon King's proposal to let Di Tian take care of everything.
"Family... rules?" The Fire Dragon King didn't know why.
"Her mother won't let her." Di Tian knew very well that the dragon transformation would definitely cause the death of a large number of creatures, and the duration of this process is still unknown, and the guarantee will take thousands of years. Genocide will definitely happen, and it is simply under the thunder of the goddess of life. The area jumps horizontally repeatedly.
"!" Mu Xing gave Ditian a tail flick hard, and he broke the mysterious sense of maturity that she displayed, making her look like a childish mother's girl with no independence in front of the Fire Dragon King.
"Let's not mention that I haven't become a god yet. Even if I reach that stage, I can still find a way to find a successor, right?" The power of destruction and creation is suspended in the palm of the Shepherd Star, and the powerful idea of destruction reverberates in the air, with a strong breath of life. As if taking over at the end of destruction, two completely opposite energies actually complemented each other at this moment.
"In the final analysis, the tragedy of the Dragon God all comes from his wife and children. If he didn't have children, the Dragon Realm might still be fine, right?"
These words sounded really disrespectful, but they made the Fire Dragon King unable to refute.
"Your Majesty, he originally wanted to pass on Emperor Zuo to your father. Unfortunately, his wife was forcibly pregnant with the Crown Prince, so this decision had to be abandoned." The Fire Dragon King thought of many past events, and he didn't know if he wanted to deliberately stimulate him. Looking at the younger generation, "Perhaps he is ashamed of your father and wants to make it up to him, so His Majesty keeps you with him to teach..."
"Sounds like a combination of kindness and power." Mu Xing's way of thinking is always different from ordinary people, "It's so miserable. The throne that is about to be won is gone, and the only child is also taken as a hostage. If you want to rebel, you don't dare to act rashly. Of course. I wasn’t much better, I was presented as a tribute even though I was still a dragon egg.”
Di Tian shook his head slightly, "Rebellion is impossible. The power of the nine dragon kings comes from the Dragon God. He has blood suppression on all dragons. Just like those humans or soul beasts transformed by you, they cannot even rise. Fight your thoughts.”
"But you are already resisting the Silver Dragon King, she is the half body of the Dragon God!"
"I have to choose a side, don't I?"
"..."
The "clicking" sound of eating gradually disappeared, and the young dragon stared at Mu Xing's fingers.
"Eat." Mu Xing resignedly let the young dragon bite his finger, letting it greedily suck the blood containing rich life energy. "Your Highness is so kind!" The Fire Dragon King was extremely moved.
"As long as she is willing to lower her body to seduce you, it's hard to say which side you will take." Mu Xing did not respond to the Fire Dragon King's gratitude, but continued the previous topic.
"Why assume the impossible? She's not you."
"That's too presumptuous! Your Highness is called flexible and flexible, and you don't stick to trivial matters. Corporal etiquette... don't take advantage of him and still be obedient!" The Fire Dragon King praised Mu Xing generously. This is not only the future Dragon God, but also a long-term meal ticket for his children's future. .
"I have no doubt that she was the first to play chess, and you can praise her for showing off her imperial demeanor as a charioteer and on her own expedition?" Di Tian was very disdainful of this.
"Then why don't you learn from your elders? Praise me! Hurry up!"
"Okay, let him go back to Dragon Valley first, and I will tell you alone."
"I think it would be better for you to spend your energy on finding the dragon-slaying knife." Mu Xing abruptly changed the subject, "I know what you want to do, but you can't."
"We already have clues, and the rest will be left to your men. It first turned into an energy form and has been existing in a corner of the continent. Later, it should have been integrated with a certain human being."
"It sounds a bit like the Qiangu family's Panlong Stick."
The coiled dragon has spirit, and the dragon gathers into a stick. According to legend, the ancestor martial spirit of the Qiangu family was originally just an ordinary long stick, but after discovering a sleeping dragon, the dragon woke up and was about to devour it, but when he felt that his life span was about to end, he and The Qiangu family made a contract and transformed it into a dragon soul and injected it into the martial soul of the ancestors of the Qiangu family, and continued their lives with the inheritance of the martial soul.
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Although this is just a legend, it is very credible, because as long as the soul master of the Qiangu family awakens the Panlong Stick martial soul, he must be innately full of soul power. Once he has cultivated to the third ring or above, he will be able to fight with With the dragon soul accompanying him, at the level of Titled Douluo, he can even attract real dragons to assist him in battle.
Wang Yan is an exception. As long as he can summon the dragon soul, he will not be sent to Shrek Academy as an undercover agent.
"The Dragon-Slaying Sword is a divine weapon and is unique. The next generation can only awaken after the previous generation dies. The last time it appeared was decades ago."
"Are you sure? Don't be fake again." The young dragon finally let go of Mu Xing's finger after eating and drinking. Although it was a newborn dragon, its appetite was really amazing. If she hadn't recovered blood quickly enough, she would have been able to eat again. After a while, excessive blood loss may occur.
"There are very few weapon souls that can produce nine soul rings on their own. Even the transformed hundred thousand year soul beast can only condense the first six soul rings. Although the Dragon-Slaying Sword is only a flash in the pan every time it is born, After all, I gained something." Di Tian reached out to her, but Mu Xing deliberately misinterpreted his meaning and directly gave him the baby dragon that had eaten and drank enough.
"Such a person should be easily caught and dissected, right? Even the secret of being able to self-condensing soul rings was discovered, and he died unjustly." Mu Xing stared at him, smiling narrowly.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Smile, you don't want to think about your hairpin skirt for your future."
"...Why are you still here?" If the Fire Dragon King hadn't been there, Di Tian would have wanted to throw the thing in his hand into the Yangquan.