Rebirth: My Master is the Dragon Prince

Xie Jing endured it, thinking about recovering his spiritual power as soon as possible. He even thought about how to lift the mask of the man in black. "Your Highness, you are really beautiful. I liked you from the first time I saw you. I think about you day and night, wanting to make you mine."

Xie Jingshu felt that the man in black in front of him was a little different. The two times he had met men in black before, they didn't talk much and what they said sounded rather disgusting.

Xie Jingshu also wanted to hear if he could say something to reveal his identity.

Unexpectedly, the man in black pushed him to the ground, and just like in the previous two dreams, he grabbed his waist.

Xie Jing condensed a little spiritual power, opened his eyes and quickly grabbed the neck of the man on top. He used all his strength to hold the neck of the man in black.

The other hand lifted the mask. "Master, I'm here," Ye Fengci raised the knife and slashed at the back of the man in black. Xie Jingshu shouted,

"Don't move." Because the person in front of him was just an ordinary demon cultivator with an ordinary face, Xie Jingshu felt a chill, "Who are you?"

"I am someone who admires your Highness. Your Highness, I have liked you since the first time you came to the Demon Realm. After asking for a long time, I found out that you are the prince of the Dragon Clan."

"I think you are tired of living,"

"Yes, I am tired of living. It is worth it to be able to take advantage of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince before I die."

After the demon cultivator finished speaking, he destroyed himself. "You——" Xie Jingshu was stunned.

The dead demon cultivator made another sound, the voice was deep and distant.

"Your Highness, you can't find me. I will always be by your side." Both of them knew that this was just a puppet technique, and the person behind it was still unknown where it was.

But Xie Jingshu was glad in his heart that it was someone from the Demon Realm, not someone from the Dragon Clan, not someone around him. Only people from the Demon Realm could control the Demon Cultivator.

"Master, it's someone from the demon world, could it be the Demon Lord? I'm going to kill him,"

"A demon king came to my dragon clan to activate the magic circle left by my father god, and he also knew the exact location of the magic circle? How could he avoid the dragon's will and dragon consciousness?"

This doesn't make sense no matter how you think about it.

"Master, how many people in the Dragon Clan know about this magic formation?"

"Except the two generals and me, no one knows about this magic circle." If it was a single-sided magic circle, it would be fine to let everyone know, but a double-sided magic circle might be used by people with ulterior motives, especially those who have grudges against the dragon clan. Therefore, the Dragon God has been carefully keeping this secret. If one day the dragon clan really reaches the point of weakness, the magic circle can still support all the dragons for three years.

"Then, could it be the two generals?"

"Impossible. The two generals have fought with my father for tens of thousands of years. They are descendants of the Pteranodon and the White Dragon clan. There is no reason for them to betray the Dragon Clan."

Ye Fengci said, "Maybe it was the black dragon. I think that guy has bad intentions towards Master and always likes to take advantage of Master."

"He has been like this for a long time, but he always stopped at a certain point. He lost his dragon scales for me twice, once as a birthday gift for me, and this time he made medicine for me. It can't be his."

"Then how can Master be sure that this dragon scale is definitely his? Aren't the scales of dragons of the same race all the same? Who can tell the difference?"

"Don't make wild guesses and slander others with your own words."

What you said does make sense, but you can't just lift up someone's clothes and take a look. Where would you put your face? Would you just keep it in your pocket?

"Master, are you embarrassed?"

"What should I be embarrassed about? Get out of my way." Xie Jingshu stood up with the help of the wall, brushed off the dust on his clothes, and kicked the dead man in black to the side.

"Return to the Dragon Clan once more." If the black-clothed man's target was only him, he would just turn a blind eye to it, but since it concerns the entire Dragon Clan, he cannot take it lightly.

The two of them quietly returned to the Dragon Clan. Xie Jingshu went straight to Ming Xinli's bedroom. Ming Xinli was sitting in front of the screen drinking tea. Xie Jingshu pushed the door open and walked in.

"Eh? Your Highness, didn't you go to the human world? Why are you back again?"

Xie Jingshu reached up to pull at his collar. Ming Xin's clothes were usually not very tight.

It fell apart with a strong pull. There was an old wound on the chest, the place where the injury occurred. I stood there for a while, not knowing what to do next. Should I tidy up his clothes?

What's the difference between that and being a pervert? It's so embarrassing. My temperature plummeted.

The temperature dropped to freezing point. Xie Jingshu was really annoyed. He should not have listened to this traitor. He used such dirty tricks to embarrass him.

Ming Xinli spoke in a deep voice, "Your Highness came back specially just to be naughty with me. Okay, I accept it. Your Highness, what do you want to do next? Why don't we do it together?"

It's over. His face is completely gone, at least in front of Ming Xinli. He must save his face.

"Well, I just want to see if your injury is serious."

"Your Highness, let me hug you, and I'll tell you."

"You," As if knowing Xie Jingshu's embarrassment, "It's okay, Your Highness, I won't tell anyone,"

"No, that," Xie Jingshu started to speak incoherently, his heart was burning again, and he turned around and wanted to escape, but Ming Xinli grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her.

After Xie Jingshu saw it, he did not straighten his clothes. Now he touched his chest directly. "No, no,"

"Your Highness is so old, yet he is still shy and doesn't know how to take responsibility for his actions."

Ming Xinli was a full head taller than him, and the black dragons were more muscular than the white dragons.

Suddenly, she looked particularly petite. Xie Jingshu pushed him away hastily. "You, you are so presumptuous, how dare you,

Ming Xinli looked at her exposed chest and straightened her clothes.

"Your Highness, you don't believe me, do you? You doubt me, the dragon scales are not mine, and you even think that I am the one who reversed the magic circle, right?"

"No, no, it's me," Xie Jingshu wanted to run away before he finished speaking, but Ming Xinli grabbed his hand again.

"Your Highness, in your eyes, I am so unbearable, right?"

"No," Xie Jingshu didn't know how to explain. He was so anxious that his ears turned red. When Ming Xinli hugged him again, he didn't notice and just let her hug him.

"No, I don't mean that,"

"I know, Your Highness, don't worry, I won't blame you. Everything Your Highness does has its reasons. I will wait for Your Highness, until the day when Your Highness completely opens his heart to me," Ming Xinli said in a low and lingering voice.

"No, no," Xie Jingshu didn't know what to say. He wanted to escape but found himself being held.

"How should Your Highness compensate me?" "What do you want?"

"Your Highness, please apply medicine to my wound. It's a new wound and I haven't had time to apply medicine yet," Ming Xinli said as he began to pull at his collar again.

Xie Jingshu said hesitantly, "Okay, I'll apply medicine for you." Who told him to doubt others without reason? It really makes no sense. Anyway, it's just applying medicine. Ming Xinli also applied medicine to him. It's his turn.

Ming Xinli lay down while muttering silently. Xie Jingshu got a piece of cotton, dipped a little magic medicine on it, and wiped his wound. "Ouch, Your Highness, it hurts."

"Ah, does it hurt so much?" Xie Jingshu looked at the cotton in his hand. He didn't use much force, but the place where the dragon scales were lost was fragile.

"Your Highness, sniff, it won't hurt anymore," Xie Jingshu wiped it faster. He just wanted to leave quickly.

Unexpectedly, as he was rubbing, he discovered that the black dragon's tail had appeared. Its scales were like iron armor, its claws were like iron hooks, and its tail was bulging. From childhood to adulthood, he had never seen Ming Xinli's dragon tail appear. How did he wipe his dragon tail out? At this time, the black dragon's tail leaned towards him, "Your Highness, touch my dragon tail."

"Put it away, or else,"

"What will happen? Will His Highness hate me?" Fortunately, the medicine was finished by then.

Xie Jingshu pulled his clothes and finally covered his waist. "You, have a good rest. I will come to see you later."

"Your Highness, are you so unwilling to stay with me?" Ming Xin stood up and pulled Xie Jingshu, who was about to leave, and pulled him directly to sit on him.

Xie Jingshu felt like he was burned by fire and almost jumped up. "You, you are so bold,"

"Your Highness, do you remember? There was a time when you did this on my legs while I fed you medicine."

"Stop talking," Xie Jingshu couldn't bear to listen any longer, and rushed out of the door, running back to the palace in a hurry. Ye Fengci said,

"Master, why did you take so long to come back? Did you discover something?"