Itâs still understandable for the first two requirements, but what the heck was the last one about?
Canât afford to feed it?
Considering the income of the Flower Brothel, she would be able to raise a hundred Glass Dragons easily!
âMiss Bai Yan,â Elder Thunderâs expression sank as he quickened his words. The senior didnât want things to south at this point: âThis Glass Dragon doesnât know how to recognize people. Even if you are Sir Xiachenâs mother, it wonâtâ¦.â
Not getting the chance to finish his sentence, whatever the elder wanted to say was instantly shoved back down his throat.
âWouuhh,â making a moping sound, the dragon cleverly uses its head to rub against Bai Yanâs hand, indicating its submission and the fear inside those serpenty eyes.
Yes, itâs fear.
When facing the woman, the Glass Dragonâs demeanor was even more cautious then when facing the little steam bun.
Unfortunately though, unlike Elder Thunder who had his keen senses, everyone else only took this scene as the dragon doing itâs part because of the mother and son relationship between Bai Yan and Bai Xiachen.
âMother,â sour in his nose, Nangong Lin (fatty) was ready to cry again, âI want that dragon, why is that bastard taking my dragon?â
Going deadly pale in her face, Bai Ruo can already see how increasingly ugly those from the Demon Beast Sect was getting. Fearing things might spiral beyond return, she grabs at her son: âSon, weâre leaving now.â
âNo, I donât want to go! I want the Glass Dragon and Iâm also going to be the little sect leader! Iâm going to make Bai Xiachen get down on his knees to beg me for mercy!â The fatty cries out with complete disregard for everyone and even pushed away his motherâs hand.
Maybe itâs due to the loss of her sonâs glory, or maybe just embarrassed by her sonâs antics, but the woman immediately countered with a slap across the boyâs face.
âMother you hit me, you actually hit me. WAhhhhhh, I hate Mother!â Aggrieved by the lecturing hit, Nangong Linâs outburst grew even louder until it came a slobbering mess.
For once in Bai Ruoâs life, she had truly regretted her past acts of spoiling her son so muchâ¦.
âHumph!â
Issuing out a cold grunt, Elder Thunder was satirical in his smirk: âWhen did a useless trash become our little sect leader? How come I never heard of such a thing? Crown Prince, Crown Princess, how are you two going to explain this?â
Going stiff at the question, Nangong Yi (crown prince) was a stuttering mess in his reply: âThis-thisâ¦. This is only my sonâs wildish dream, nothing but a childâs little playâ¦.â
âDo you think I will believe that? Heâs but a child with hardly any knowledge or experience. If you people didnât keep saying it in front of him then how would he know about the Demon Beast Sect or the destined child matter?â
White in his usually handsome face, Nangong Yi didnât answer the elderâs interrogation. Instead, he shifts his gaze towards Bai Yan with his teethes gnashing: âBai Yan, at the very least we had a fling at one point. Are you really going to treat me like his?â
Before those words could even come to an end, a cold and sly voice had drifted over from the back. It was oppressive and hair raising: âWhen did my fiancée ever had a relationship with you?â
Startled by this, the crowd instinctively looked towards the sound and saw that dazzling silverfish figure having no qualms about pulling Bai Yan into his embrace.
âOh Yan Yan, your choices of taste sure is bad before. Good thing youâve changed and didnât miss out on me.â
Such level of self-boasting was honestly a first for Bai Yan, and in front of so many people too!
âIf my taste was that bad then I rather poke my eyes out,â she was serious and firm on that vow.
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