Fast Travel: After turning into an animal, the villain asked me to be his wife

Long was shocked. She really held back a little, but she didn't expect the old man to be so careless. How could he faint so suddenly?

She looked at the Holy Son who was still standing there with some innocence: "You can see clearly that I didn't intentionally bully the old man."

After saying that, he kept mumbling things like "This is too weak", "I haven't used my full strength yet", "Is this the legendary wizard?"...

Asmon looked at the dragon in front of him with great vigilance.

He never knew that a magic dragon could possess such powerful strength. He and the legendary wizard Bertram were already very powerful, but they almost couldn't withstand a single attack from the magic dragon.

Asmon even began to doubt his own existence.

It seems a bit too arrogant to want to gain supreme prestige and the support of the people by hunting dragons.

Asmon gritted his teeth, moved his hand, and a golden magic power gradually gathered in his hand. In an instant, a lightsaber appeared in his palm. He was completely shrouded in holy light, and looked quite noble.

The dragon lowered its head and gradually moved closer and closer to him.

It seemed not to be afraid of the light magic in his hands at all.

Yu Zhen stared at the lightsaber in his hand and complained to the system: [This is like a toothpick, so small]

System: [The male protagonist has not escaped from the Silver Empire to another continent for training as in the original book]

System: [It is normal to be weak]

System: [You are getting so close to him, are you trying to catch him?]

Yu Zhen was a little hesitant: [I said I caught him for Cecil's amusement. Although it's a bit inhumane, but didn't he intend to kill me? I'm not bullying him, right?]

System: […You took good care of Cecil]

Yu Zhen: [Alas, there is no way, he is too weak. If I don’t pay attention, he will die accidentally.]

The man and the system were chatting openly, completely unaware that Asmon's body had become as stiff as ice due to the dragon's approach.

The lightsaber in his hand became brighter and brighter, but his heart sank deeper and deeper.

Long had no intention of avoiding him and just watched him gather strength quietly, as if mocking his overestimation of his own abilities.

The dragon was in a trance and Asmon's body was tense as iron, but when Cecil, who had just arrived, saw all this, it became a completely different scene.

The silver dragon looked seriously at Asmon who was standing in front of it.

The Son of God was undoubtedly handsome and good-looking, wearing a white robe with the symbol of the Temple of Light embroidered on the robe with gold thread. The Son of God's hair was draped softly behind his head. It was the golden color that the Dragon Society liked, and compared to his golden hair color, the light golden color made him look more noble.

Lord Dragon likes all shiny things. The Holy Son, who is highly praised in the royal city, is the most shining existence in the entire royal city.

He is noble and elegant, with an extraordinary aura, and his eyes are golden.

From top to bottom, inside and out, everything is what Lord Dragon likes.

Hey.

It was a word Cecil had not understood before, but now, it burned in his chest.

Compared to the Holy Son Asmon, he is more like a rat in the gutter.

Cecil suddenly thought that the source of his anxiety was actually that... Lord Dragon might not want just him as a slave. If someone was better looking than him and understood Lord Dragon's heart better than him...

Lord Demon Dragon's gaze would also fall on others, just like it does now.

I really want to... kill him.

Cecil clenched the sword in his hand, and his eyes of different colors seemed to be poisoned.

On the other side, Long waved his hand to dispel Asmon's attack. Seeing the Holy Son covering his chest and spitting out blood, Long immediately looked around.

The sensing of the scales allowed her to see Cecil, who was standing in the shade of a tree, looking a little gray.

"Slave, come here."

Long said.

His chaotic thoughts were interrupted, and Cecil barely suppressed the crazy desire to destroy in his heart. He faced the gaze of Lord Dragon and walked to the side of the Holy Son Asmon.

“Lord Dragon,” Cecil glanced at the Saint’s long, light-golden hair, gritted his teeth, and said, “Lord Dragon is right. The strength of these ants is really not worth mentioning. Cecil was too worried before.”

"Sir, you called me here because you want me to kill him?"

"I am willing to cut down the newly born sun of the Temple of Light for you, my Lord."

Having said that, Cecil turned his wrist and the sword in his hand pointed directly at Asmon's throat.

[As expected of the villain and the hero, sparks flew when they met! Could it be that they are natural enemies?] The system sighed repeatedly.

Long: [Didn’t you see that a fight was about to break out? But why is Cecil so hostile to the hero? I thought he hated the royal family the most?]

System: [Who knows? Maybe he just doesn’t like this Saint.]

Long thought Cecil was a little strange. After all, he had tolerated Kaido many times before and finally exploded. This should be the first time he and Asmon met. Although the two sides were indeed in a confrontational stage, Yu Zhen felt that Cecil at most asked her to take Asmon back and lock him up...

Asmon looked at everything that happened in front of him in surprise.

His gaze fell on Cecil's all too famous eyes and he guessed his identity.

"It's you? You are the heretic in the prophecy." Asmon had no intention of giving in despite the situation. Instead, he said to Cecil, "You are a born devil, but you have become a servant of the dragon. This is a betrayal to humans who yearn for light."

Cecil narrowed his eyes and moved the sword forward a little: "You are looking for death."

Why is this child becoming more and more brutal?

"I am going to catch this for you to play with," Long suddenly said, "Humans tend to get depressed when they are alone."

Cecil: "I don't need other humans, I only need Lord Dragon."

As soon as he said this, he realized that he had actually said what he wanted most in his heart. He looked at Silver Dragon in panic and said, "Sir, I, I didn't mean that. I..."

His whole body panicked.

"Why are you panicking? You follow me and like my strength. Isn't this natural?" Long's words calmed down Cecil, who was panicking inside.

Asmon looked at the dragon and Cecil again and again with shocked eyes. As a saint, he even stuttered: "Cecil, do you like this dragon?"

like?

What is it like?

Cecil didn't understand.

But Asmon's words sounded more like sarcasm.

Cecil pursed his lips: "I don't know what you are talking about."

The dragon nodded complacently: "I am so powerful, all humans should like me."

Asmon was confused. He didn't know what was going on between Cecil and the dragon. Why were they so weird? Because it was too strange and shocking, he lost some sense of crisis.

Cecil sneered and used the tip of his sword to lift a strand of hair from Asmon's cheek. "My Lord, do you want to take him back because of his hair? It's too much trouble to take someone back. If you like, just cut off all of the Saint Son's hair."

System: [Oh! I understand! Is this what human novels call jealousy?]

Yu Zhen didn't quite understand, she asked in confusion: [What's going on? Am I that perverted?]

System: [Cecil may think that you are planning to capture the Son of God for his hair. After all, didn’t you capture Cecil for his hair before? He may have misunderstood. Look at the Son of God’s hair. It is also very beautiful.]

System: [If you don’t believe it, just say no. Leave this Holy Son here and see if Cecil will kill him.]

Yu Zhen seemed to have learned something, but also seemed to have learned nothing.

But she felt that what the system said made some sense.

"I don't like his hair, but since you don't like this Holy Son, just leave him here."

Cecil heaved a sigh of relief, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Asmon was not so vicious anymore, and even had a hint of pride.

Lord Demon Dragon still likes him the most.

"Since the adults say so, let's just leave him here."

Long looked around and found that the only sober person among the group of ants was the Holy Son, who was too lazy to kill the crispy chickens.

"I'm hungry, I want to eat barbecue."

When a dragon is bored, it will want to eat something.

Cecil: "I'll do it for Lord Dragon when we get back to the castle."

The dragon yawned lazily and was about to disappear, but saw the sword on Cecil's wrist stabbed at the unprepared Asmon.

The sword in his hand flashed slightly, and soon, Asmon's long hair was cut into pieces.

Asmon: ...

He was so angry that he spat out blood.

Long Dawei was puzzled: "Slave, what are you doing?"

"This ant looks like it's about to die. Don't dirty your hands by killing it."

Cecil used magic to pick up all the hair that had fallen to the ground, holding it loosely in his hand, and smiled brightly at the dragon.

"Lord Demon Dragon likes blonde hair, Lord Saint Son's is good."

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