After becoming the bride of the Dragon God

In addition to stewing soup, Shi Liu is also very good at making clay figurines. In the past, there was a special room in the Platinum Mansion for his works, and the housekeeper and servants praised him for his ingenuity.

"I can make you a clay figurine as a container, but I'll wrong you for a while first." The young man suggested with a smile, and seeing the man staring at him intently, he added, "If you don't like rabbits and tigers, I can make them for you. Pinch a little dragon."

It is indeed a way for the spiritual body to reside on the container, but this container cannot be simply squeezed with mud, it has to be infused with the power of elements, and secondly, it depends on the degree of compatibility between the two.

Chu Yin: "..." And this is not the first choice.

Shi Liu was keenly aware of the hidden meaning behind his silence: "Looking at your reaction, it seems that you know how to solve the problem of the physical body?"

"En." The man replied lightly, but did not elaborate.

"Since you know it, why don't you tell me about it?" Shi Liu thought about it and said, "If there is anything I can help, I will try my best to help within the scope of my ability."

After a brief silence, the man's deep and hoarse voice sounded again: "Shuang-xiu."

Shi Liu: "..."

No wonder the last few words left by the prophet of the Dragon Clan were so weird. To find a bride for the Dragon God, isn’t it just for double-cultivation?

After another period of silence, he opened his mouth in embarrassment: "This, I'm afraid it's out of my reach."

"Yeah." The man nodded slightly, without showing any intention of forcing him.

"How about—" Shi Liu thought for a moment, and suggested, "I'll find another candidate for you, and you can tell me first, what kind do you like? Humans, dragons, or other orcs..."

Chu Yin's eyelids drooped slightly, and the thick and long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the lower eyelid, making it impossible for people to see the emotion in his eyes clearly, and also unable to figure out what he was thinking.

When Shi Liu saw that he was as quiet as a sculpture, his whole body was shrouded in a faint twilight, and his body of unknown size cast a shallow shadow on the floor, she suddenly understood: Not everyone can see Chu Yin's spiritual body. .

"It's getting late, you should rest." When the man raised his head again, he had already returned to his original indifference.

"Okay." The young man nodded obediently, and the moment he turned around, a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes that he didn't even notice: Chu Yin himself was "a mud bodhisattva crossing the river" and was willing to lend him his strength, but he Not even willing to help at all, what is the difference between this and a white-eyed wolf?

No, it can't be compared like this, double-cultivation is no small favor!

In fact, if Chu Yin's attitude was a bit tougher, he, he...

The more the boy thought about it, the more he became crazy, and it was the first time that he felt that the problem was so difficult.

"Worrying too much is not good for healing." After Chu Yin gave him a deep look, his figure gradually disappeared.

A strange thought flashed in Shi Liu's heart, and he blurted out subconsciously: "Where are you going?"

"Go find something." The man's voice had completely disappeared at the same time as the words fell to the ground.

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A night without dreams until dawn.

When Shi Liu finished washing and went downstairs to eat, the dragon cub was arguing with the gray dragon man, he looked around indiscriminately, but he didn't find Chu Yin's figure.

Hearing his footsteps, the dragon cub who was bickering a second ago immediately ran over to offer a treasure: "Papa, I prepared old ginseng stewed chicken soup for you, it's very nourishing! Remember to drink two more bowls later!"

"Okay." The boy replied with a smile on his face, guessing that the old mountain ginseng should be picked by the little dragon cub, and the soup should be stewed by the kitchen.

After he was seated, the gray dragon man said nonchalantly: "The equipment upstairs has been repaired."

The implication is that he can test his talent again.

Thinking of the results of the previous crystal ball test, Shi Liu flatly refused: "Let's test again later."

"Unless you are talented, you can't formulate a plan according to the actual situation. If you have always been in such a weak state, how can you convince the crowd? How can you be worthy of Lord Dragon God?" The more the gray dragon man said, the more angry he became. The bride candidate I found earlier was obviously the most suitable, so why did it just disappear?

Before Shi Liu could react, Dragon Cub jumped up first: "Da Hui, don't go too far! Baba is still a dragon no matter how weak he is, how can you compare him to a chicken!"

The little cub looked very angry, and he was protective of his weaknesses at first glance.

But why does this sound so weird?

Shi Liumian took a sip of the soup without changing his expression, and frowned slightly. The ginseng taste was too strong, and the chicken soup was too bland. It was not as good as the pot he stewed himself.

"It's nothing more than a low talent, and he doesn't even have the least self-motivation, hum!" The gray dragon man continued to sneer.

Did you eat dynamite this early in the morning?

Shi Liu glanced at him with a half-smile, it was not difficult to guess what this gray dragon was thinking, it was nothing more than trying to use aggressive methods.

For the Dragon Clan, the status of the Dragon God is noble and inviolable. Even if they follow the ancestral precepts to find a bride for the Dragon God, they naturally hope to find the best and most suitable one.

In the eyes of the gray dragon man, the boy is an unqualified spare tire, with only a beautiful skin, low talent, weak blood inheritance, plus "mud can't support the wall", the original dissatisfaction, coupled with bickering The cowardice of failure, combined with the combination of the two, immediately undergone a qualitative change.

"Pound!" After a loud bang, the dining table split into two.

"Dahui, why are you crazy!"

The dragon cub jumped three meters high, and after cursing angrily, he hurried to the boy: "Papa, are you alright?"

Shi Liu held the bowl in his left hand and the spoon in his right, and sat firmly on the seat. Even if the breakfast was spilled all over the floor, not a single drop of it splashed on him.

The gray dragon man looked at him suspiciously. From that angle just now, the boy should have been splashed from head to toe.

After Shi Liu finished the chicken soup, he put the bowl aside casually, then stood up, and looked at the gray dragon man quietly: "It is not advisable to waste food."

"That's right! That's right! Shameful, very shameful!" Dragon Cub waved his small fists to chime in.

"Pick up the things on the ground and clean them up." Shi Liu's eyes drooped slightly. When he was picked up by Shi Qin, Jia Lan was in the most difficult period. Next meal, so he rarely wasted food since he was a child.

When the young man said this, his tone was calm and his expression was indifferent, but the gray dragon man felt like he was being watched by something dangerous. How? What can you do with me, weakling?"

"Tsk." Shi Liu raised his head, with a slight arc on the corner of his mouth, "What do you think?"

Snapped--

A string called reason in my mind seemed to be forcibly torn off by an invisible hand.

The gray dragon man was thinking of laughing at the young man one second, but he couldn't laugh the next second, because he was horrified to find that his body was suddenly out of control, and he knelt down straight to the ground, and his knees fell to the ground, making a sound After the muffled sound, he supported the ground with one hand, and stretched out his other hand to remove the mess on the ground...

"Huh? Big Hui? Why are you so obedient all of a sudden?" Dragon Cub didn't realize that something was wrong, he just felt that Papa was so good, and a few words turned the stubborn Big Hui into something, crying bitterly and confessing to himself Food should not be wasted, while silently cleaning up the mess.