I'm really not a princess!

The little prince didn't want to lose his hair, so he had to admit that he was a princess.

Evil Dragon: "I just said you are a princess, but you still want to lie to me."

The little prince raised the hem of the skirt expressionlessly: "I'll show you."

The dragon refused.

The next day, the dragon made a sword for the little prince.

A sword made of crystal, with a shiny ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt.

When he saw the sword, the little prince was so excited that he even forgot to lift his skirt, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

The dragon picked him up with one hand.

"Give it to me?" The little prince smiled happily, his eyes curved into crescent moons.

The dragon nodded.

Since then, the evil dragon's favor in the little prince's heart has skyrocketed.

"Evil dragon, evil dragon, where are you going?"

"Evil dragon, evil dragon, can you take me out to play?"

"Dragon, dragon, I want to take a bath."

The little crying bag is really annoying.

The dragon frightened him, "If you call me again, I will really eat you."

The little prince shut up silently.

Five seconds later.

"Dragon, what's your name?"

The dragon didn't even know what his name was.

When the evil dragon was still an egg, his parents only said that he was the most powerful and authentic dragon in the dark forest.

He was discovered by humans when he was an adult, and people said that there was a huge and ferocious dragon that could eat people in the dark forest.

The dragon does not know what is evil.

I don't even know what a name is.

But everyone calls him the dragon.

Then he is the dragon.

Evil Dragon: "I am an Evil Dragon."

The little prince: "I know, what I'm asking is your name."

Evil Dragon: "My name is Evil Dragon."

The little prince: "Don't you have a name?"

Dragon: "What's a name?"

The little prince frowned, "That's the name, it's your code name."

"For example, I am the little prince, and my name is Al."

Dragon: "Are you a princess, or a little crying bag."

The little prince ignored him: "You should also have a name."

The dragon was holding gold in his hand, and was going to make a golden shield for the little prince.

The little prince is not only a crying bag, but also a chatterbox.

"Let me give you a name," said the little prince, "Karl, will you?"

The evil dragon was busy working, and after a while, he said, "I am an evil dragon."

The little prince grinned, showing a white canine tooth, "You are a dragon, and your name is Karl."

The dragon had a name, but he wasn't happy about it.

"Kalkar, where are you going?"

"Kalkar, can you take me out to play?"

"Kalkar, I want to take a bath."

The dragon became more irritable.