Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress

Chapter 283: Chapter 192: Evil Dragon, are you poaching all the clergy from the Light God King’s temple?_2

The squid’s ink, after purification and the addition of some special potions, produced a black paint that never fades.

“How will I be able to change back into an Amethyst Young Dragon later?”

“I will prepare another potion with strong purification capabilities and use it with clean water to wash off the black paint from your body, restoring you to your original state.”

Everything in nature both generates and overcomes; nothing is absolute.

Those Young Dragons on Dragon Island that are the same age as the Dragon Whelp definitely cannot destroy the black paint on the Dragon Whelp’s body, and neither can the adult Pureblood Dragons.

Those adult Pureblood Dragons, who sleep often, don’t think and won’t waste time paying attention to a Black Dragon whelp.

When that time comes, the Black Dragon who has been wandering the Human World will be more attractive to the adult Pureblood Dragons on Dragon Island.

“What about my eyes?”

In a disguise, the most revealing feature is the eyes.

The eyes are the window to the soul.

Seeing through someone’s disguise by looking into their eyes is a simple matter.

If by chance she was seen by Thunder Dragon Erinna while disguised as a Black Dragon whelp, Erinna could likely see through her disguise just by looking into her eyes.

“No big problem, Magical Contact Lenses can change the color of your pupils. You may have noticed the last time I changed back into a Black Dragon and fought with Thunder Dragon Erinna and Golden Giant Dragon Austin, my slit pupils were blood red.

My actual pupil color is golden red. Of course, I don’t need to use Magical Contact Lenses to turn my slit pupils blood red, but you can’t do it yet. To change the color of your slit pupils, you’ll need the help of Magical Contact Lenses.”

The Young Dragon recalled, and it was true.

When the Evil Dragon showed her replay of the battle, his slit pupils were indeed blood red.

Damn it…

If she had known the Evil Dragon would have that thought, she wouldn’t have been showing off just now.

Now when Dragon Island appears, the Black Dragon whelp will appear too.

“Didn’t you say… you didn’t want me to fight and kill…”

“Fighting with the Young Dragons of Dragon Island is called sparring, not fighting and killing.”

“I don’t want to fight.”

“You still need to practice your combat skills somewhat. If you really don’t want to have any interaction with the Young Dragons from Dragon Island, I can also train your combat skills.”

“Then I’d rather train with the Young Dragons of Dragon Island.”

Training combat skills with the Evil Dragon, he might dare to beat her to a pulp…

After all, as long as she had a breath left, the Evil Dragon could save her, and even if he really did accidentally kill her, and the Hell Grim Reaper came to take her to hell, the Evil Dragon would still be able to claim her back from the Grim Reaper’s Scythe.

She can’t die, so train to the brink of death.

The Evil Dragon would certainly dare to do this.

The future stretch of her dragon life seems bleak.

Woe is me…

When will she, the Princess of the Empire, be able to return to the Farolan Empire?

The longer she stayed beside the Evil Dragon, the more she sometimes forgot her identity as the Empire Princess.

If she really stayed by the Evil Dragon’s side for ten years, a dozen years, twenty years, by then it was questionable whether she could recall her identity as the Empire Princess.

Strange, why has the Dragon Whelp suddenly become lethargic?

Could she be hungry?

“What do you want to eat tonight?”

“Roast beast leg! I want two roast beast legs!”

The Young Dragon immediately became spirited. Her identity as the Empire Princess can wait; tonight she wants to eat the roast beast legs made by the Evil Dragon.

“I also want some fruit wine; I’ve found that drinking a little at night helps with sleep.”

“Okay.”@@novelbin@@

Lance laughed and patted the Dragon Whelp’s head, then left the study and headed outside the Dragon Nest.

The Young Dragon hopped and skipped behind the Evil Dragon, having not eaten the roast beast legs made by the Evil Dragon for quite some time.

During dinner, the Young Dragon ate two roast beast legs.

Er Gouzi ate two thick beast leg bones.

After eating her fill, the Young Dragon dragged Er Gouzi by the tail out to the beach, intending for Er Gouzi to play the frisbee game with her.

Er Gouzi refused.

The Young Dragon suggested playing rock-paper-scissors, where the loser would pick up the frisbee like a dog, and the winner would throw it.

Er Gouzi agreed.

On the first round of rock-paper-scissors, Er Gouzi stretched out its paw, and the Young Dragon showed rock.

The Young Dragon declared she won.

She said she had rock, and Er Gouzi’s paw meant scissors.

She even pointed at Er Gouzi’s spread paw and said, “There you have scissors.”

In the second round, Er Gouzi still extended its paw.

The Young Dragon showed paper.

Then the young dragon said she had won again; she claimed that since Er Gouzi’s dog paw was closed tight, it was definitely a fist.

For the third time, Er Gouzi extended his paw, and once again, his dog paw was closed tight.

The young dragon had chosen scissors.

Er Gouzi grinned with a smile—it was a fist, and he had won.

“Er Gouzi, you’ve lost again. Look… Your move was paper this time, and I went with scissors. Scissors cut paper.”

“???”

Woof woof woof woof woof—

Er Gouzi hurled a stream of doggy profanities at the young dragon; it was the first time in its life that it had seen a young dragon that acted even more like a dog than itself.

So this young dragon really has a mouth on her, huh?

“Er Gouzi! It’s one thing to be a sore loser, but now you’re chasing me and trying to bite… Stop chasing me… Ahhh… You almost bit my tail.”

On the beach, the two-headed evil dog chased the young dragon back and forth.

Fortunately, the young dragon was clever and ran to Turtle’s side in time, circling around Turtle.

Er Gouzi chased around Turtle.

The young dragon quietly flew onto Turtle’s back, while Er Gouzi continued to go round in circles following Turtle without spotting the young dragon’s tail, then stopped and reversed direction for several rounds, still not seeing the tail.

It was flabbergasted. How could it lose the chase like this?

The young dragon lying on Turtle’s back couldn’t hold back any longer and started to laugh upon seeing Er Gouzi’s bewildered expression.

Er Gouzi then realized that the young dragon had sneakily flown onto Turtle’s back!

Standing below, it began barking up at the young dragon again.

“Turtle, is Er Gouzi cursing at me?”

“Yes, and it’s not saying anything nice.”

“Tomorrow I’m making Lance eat dog meat.”

“…”

Er Gouzi paused for a moment, then started barking even more ferociously.

Lance, lying atop a boulder and absorbing the essence of the moon, did not intervene in the playful fight between Er Gouzi and the dragon whelp.

The dragon whelp’s rock-paper-scissors game tonight had really ticked Er Gouzi off. Er Gouzi probably would never agree to play rock-paper-scissors with the dragon whelp again.

“Dragon Whelp, it’s bedtime.”

“Oh, got it, I’m coming back.”

Back at the Dragon Nest, the young dragon walked to its sleeping spot, lay down, pulled out a fluffy pillow, covered itself with a blanket, took another pillow to rest its head on, found a comfortable position, and started to doze off.

“Are we going to Saint Blue for breakfast tomorrow morning, or are we eating on the island?”

“We’re going to Lionheart City in Norton Kingdom for breakfast.”

The young dragon looked at the Evil Dragon questioningly. Why suddenly go to Lionheart City for breakf—

Wait…

Was the Evil Dragon serious?

Was he really planning to poach personnel from the Valkyrie Temple in Lionheart City?

The young dragon pictured the kind and hefty Fat Bishop from Valkyrie Temple in its mind.

“Are you sure we’re going for breakfast and not to poach sacred personnel from Valkyrie Temple?”

“It’s recruitment, high-paid recruitment.”

“Aren’t you afraid of getting beaten up by the Valkyrie?”

“Why would she beat me? In a while, I might even visit the Temple of Light and offer high-paid recruitment to their sacred personnel.”

“???”

Not even sparing the Divine King’s sacred personnel?

Aren’t they afraid of getting onto deities’ blacklist?

This is too reckless.

“Doing this… will offend the deities.”

“Deities are merciful, magnanimous, and sensible, and their hearts embrace all things in the heavens and earth, the vast universe; they won’t mind such trivial matters, so don’t worry.”

The way the Evil Dragon said that… Did it mean he was somewhat guilty?

Was he trying to seek forgiveness from the gods by showering them with praise?

“Almost forgot, I need to get Death God Solomon to unlock the bounty mission feature on my Grim Reaper’s Scythe so that I can take on some interesting bounty missions whenever I come across them.”

The Grim Reaper’s Scythe flew out of the Diamond Talisman, and Lance sent a text message to Death God Solomon.

Not long after sending the message, he received a reply from Death God Solomon.

“It’s unlocked. All of Hell’s bounty missions are now available to you; you can take a look.”

With a thought from Lance, a series of Hell bounty missions appeared on the holographic display above the Grim Reaper’s Scythe.

Hell bounty mission: [They stand at the peak of love, mocking Death’s impotence. Go witness their love, play the impotent Grim Reaper for once. Reward: Love Dog Food.]

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