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

Chapter 342: Chapter 220: Farming is Really So Interesting, Wow! I Got Heat Stroke, I Never Want to Farm Again

The Heroic Spirit Divine King Donnash shook off his dazed and confused state, coming to his senses with a blush across his old face.

However, on second thought, considering there were no law-enforcing heroic spirits here and the younger ones within his domain could not see his current situation, he became indifferent again.

Having his true spirit body hung on a clothes rack by a little Black Dragon was one thing; it’s not like it was the body of a True God.

No big deal.

“After reaching adulthood… You’ve indeed become much more vicious than when you were young.”

Heroic Spirit Divine King Donnash extricated himself from the clothes rack, sat cross-legged on top of it, and looking at Lance, who had turned into a human, said, “The power you’ve hidden away is somewhat sinister, capable of clouding the true spirit bodies of deities, devouring and distorting their perception, memory, divine consciousness, and senses….

Luckily, I knew you when you were still little. If today was our first meeting, just with that bizarre power you’re concealing, once I returned to the Divine Realm, I’d surely send heroic spirits, along with lesser deities, to thoroughly investigate you.

There might even be a divine decree, calling for the powerhouses of the Human World to put out a warrant for you, to deal with this ‘dangerous Black Dragon’ still in its growth stage.

The abilities you possess are exceedingly dangerous to deities; when you grow up, if you become malevolent, no strong beings in the Human World could restrain you. In the end, it might even take the arrival of a True God to punish you.

If it were any other Giant Dragon, I would proceed that way. Your emotions, however… are more stable than any Giant Dragon’s. You don’t go around killing or plundering, causing trouble in the Human World, not even taking gold or jewels. When you want money, you go to work in the Human World to earn it yourself.

There’s no second dragon like you in the whole world. Plus, we’re old acquaintances, albeit having known each other for less than a thousand years, we still have some understanding of each other.

So, little Black Dragon… unless absolutely necessary, try not to casually display the power you just did.

Rest assured, I won’t make a big deal about your abilities when I return to the Divine Realm.”

Lance laughed.

Donnash, spinning in a circle while talking, looked somewhat comical.

As for his power, there were no inherited memories; this was his trump card, and the ability was still growing.

Whether that ability would turn him into a dragon that wreaked havoc on the world…

Donnash’s worries were somewhat superfluous.

He was a dragon who loved life; single-handedly bringing about doomsday or a twilight of the gods…

Out of the question…

Completely impossible.

If all things in existence have their counterbalances, and he were to become a lawless Black Dragon devouring the world…

Then somewhere in the world, there would surely be a group dedicated to saving it, committed to maintaining peace.

He didn’t want to become the ultimate boss that destroys the world, nor did he want to be a hero who saves it.

He just wanted to live his life quietly.

Farming, gardening, raising kids, visiting friends… Traveling around the world with his kids while making money on the side…

Alas…

Ever since he started raising kids, his tranquil life seemed to have gotten a bit more turbulent.

Old friends, companions, students began to reappear…

Sometimes he even wondered… if the Goddess of Fate had taken notice of him, an ordinary Black Dragon, and started pulling the threads of destiny of those connected to him.

Lance put away the net auction, took out a bottle of liquor from his Diamond Talisman, and threw it to the Heroic Spirit Divine King Donnash.@@novelbin@@

Where he stood, a table appeared with two chairs, and not far from the table was a stove with a pot of water boiling on it.

How could one drink alcohol without any dishes to go with it?

Beef slices, peanuts…

Two pairs of chopsticks.

Heroic Spirit Divine King Donnash floated down from the clothes rack, sat down on a chair, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, sniffed at the liquor underneath his nose… the strong alcohol… the aroma was overwhelming…

“You beat me up then invite me for drinks, hit me with a stick, then give me a sweet date to eat?”

“Don’t you have any idea why I would want to beat you up?”

“You’re being a bit ungrateful, you little Black Dragon. Had you signed a Dragon Knight contract with me back then, your status now would be more esteemed than many lesser deities.”

“One man attains the Way, and even his pets ascend to the heavens?”

“It’s ‘one man becomes a god, and even his pets ascend to the heavens.'”

Heroic Spirit Divine King Donnash raised the liquor bottle; seeing this, Lance picked up his own bottle and clinked it against Donnash’s, took a sip, and when he reached for a slice of beef with his chopsticks, the plate was already empty…

“So spicy, this liquor is too strong, but the beef slices are quite delicious; serve a few more plates.”

Picking peanuts with chopsticks and failing several times, Heroic Spirit Divine King Donnash simply put down the chopsticks and used his hands.

The hands of a Deity are the cleanest.

Lance was speechless. In the time it took for one sip of liquor, a plate of beef had been finished…

He brought out several more plates of beef and placed them on the table.

“You invite me for drinks, treat me to meat; are you asking me for a favor?”

“To be precise, it is sending you on your way.”

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“After you finish this bottle of liquor and these few plates of beef, head back to your Heroic Spirit Divine Realm. Take care of Illya and Fantasy Heroic Spirit Helen who used to answer my calls.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll take care of your descendants.”

“???”

“Stay away from my descendants.” Heroic Spirit Divine King didn’t want his descendants anywhere near a Black Dragon, fearing that after living for more than three thousand years, his descendants might be bewitched into idiocy by the dragon’s charm.

“You have no designs on that child?”

“Would you fall for one of your own juniors?”

“No, that’s not it; do you really see that child as a junior?”

“When I met her, she was only fifteen or sixteen. If it were you, would you fall for a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old child? Oh, you would, since you’re a pervert.”

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