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

Chapter 344: Chapter 221 Evil Dragon, Please Call Me the Peach Blossom Emperor

After enduring a tough morning, hearing Evil Dragon say that’s enough for the morning, Young Dragon jubilantly threw his hoe into the cornfield, cheered “Yay!”, and dashed off to find Turtle, showing off to Er Gouzi the new life skills she had learned.

Lance cracked a smile, put away the hoe, and went to cook.

Taking into account Young Dragon’s morning labor, he added two roasted beast legs; it was his first time learning to farm, and he wasn’t too bad at it.

At noon, Young Dragon wolfed down two roasted beast legs and two bowls of rice, rested for half an hour, and then got up to wash the pots and dishes.

After cleaning the pots and dishes and arranging them neatly, he bounced back towards Dragon Nest, suddenly remembering that he “couldn’t” work in the fields that afternoon “due to heatstroke”.

The once energetic Young Dragon suddenly became a weak one, staggering as he walked and looking like he might collapse at any moment.

Evil Dragon was not in Dragon Nest; he was sitting in the courtyard under a large tree, leaning against it with a thermos in hand, admiring the peach grove he had planted.

The peach blossoms were in full bloom, and the vast grove looked like a paradise.

Before entering the courtyard, Young Dragon deliberately leaned against the wall. Once inside, he relied entirely on the wall to walk, so weak that he needed something to support him.

This act of pretending was perfect, full marks.

Are your eyes playing tricks?

It seemed like he saw Elves flitting about in the peach grove, one tiny Flower Elf seemingly startled by him flew into the peach blossoms and buried itself with petals.

No, it wasn’t a trick of the eyes; there truly were Elves in the peach grove.

How come he hadn’t noticed them yesterday?

He had thought that besides Evil Dragon, him, Er Gouzi, and Turtle, there were no other creatures on the island. It turned out there were Elves as well.

Leaning against the wall, Young Dragon slowly slid down near Evil Dragon…

He couldn’t see the Elves in the peach grove anymore and slowly stood up, leaning against a ginkgo tree.

“There seem to be Elves in the peach grove.”

“Hmm, every year when the peach blossoms bloom, these little guys show up on time. The peach wine you drink contains some made by them.”

“They aren’t afraid of you?”

“At first, I often frightened the Elves to fainting, but with each passing year, they came to know I wouldn’t hurt them and aren’t scared of me anymore.

Sometimes they even fly up to me with a cup of peach wine, inviting me to taste it; this only happens when I’m in my human form, though. As a Black Dragon, even when I restrain my aura, the innate pressure of my dragon form… still keeps them at a distance.”

“There’s a hammock in the peach grove; during this season, napping in there is delightful. Later, you can shrink and go experience it for yourself.

When you fall asleep, some of the bolder ones might quietly land on your head, on your eyelids, your belly, or your Dragon Claws, whispering among themselves.”

“Hammock? Where, where? I can’t see it.”

Young Dragon craned his neck, looking around, but couldn’t see even one hammock.

“Go look inside, there are plenty of hammocks.”

“Oh, oh, oh, so are you planning to take a nap in the peach grove this afternoon?”

“That’s the idea.”

“Then I’ll try it out.”

Young Dragon was intrigued, but no, that’s not right; he hadn’t yet told Evil Dragon about his “heatstroke”. He certainly didn’t want to get up from his nap and go hoeing in a hot field with a water bottle and a straw hat.

Farming was not fun at all.

“I feel a bit unwell. After eating, I feel dizzy, weak, and a bit nauseous, Lance… I think I’ve got heatstroke… I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you in the fields this afternoon.”

???

Heatstroke?

Lance instinctively looked up at the sky. The morning sun wasn’t that fierce and he was wearing a straw hat. It might’ve been a bit hot, but not enough to cause heatstroke.

Plus, Young Dragon had a hearty appetite at lunch, polishing off two roast beast legs in no time, followed by a bowl of rice.

One wouldn’t have such a good appetite with heatstroke.

The little guy just didn’t want to do farm work.

But that wouldn’t do.

Learning to farm was good for Young Dragon.

He might not need this life skill, but he still had to learn it.

“It’s no big deal, just drink a bowl of Agastache Rigida Restorative Liquid, and all the symptoms you mentioned will quickly disappear, and we won’t be delayed this afternoon.”

Ha—

Evil Dragon’s solution was indeed to make her drink a concoction, which she had anticipated.@@novelbin@@

“That probably won’t work; right now, I can’t stand any strange smells. I might feel better with an afternoon’s rest. I’ll join you in learning to hoe tomorrow, okay?”

“Can’t stand strange smells?”

Young Dragon weakly nodded his head. All remedies mixed by Evil Dragon had an odd smell to some degree — better not drink it and slowly recover with rest.

“No problem, there’s another way to relieve your heatstroke symptoms.”

“What’s that?”

Lance smiled, pulling out a gleaming silver needle from the Diamond Talisman: “Just a few pricks with the silver needle on your forehead, chin, and the base of your Dragon Claw nails, and those symptoms you mentioned will quickly go away.”

!!!

Looking at the two-meter-long silver needle, Young Dragon turned tail and ran. A needle that long—how much would it hurt to get poked with it?!

He didn’t want to be pricked at all.

After running a few steps, Young Dragon suddenly struggled on the spot; Evil Dragon had stepped on the tip of his dragon tail.

“It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt. A few pricks, a little bloodletting, and you’ll be fine soon.”

“Don’t prick me, don’t prick me, I’m okay, I’m okay, the heatstroke symptoms have all gone, probably scared off by your silver needle.

My condition is superb right now, I can continue to work with you in the fields this afternoon.”

“Really better?”

“Really better!”

“I’m not reassured, maybe I should give you a prick after all.”

“I am really better, really better, I’m not lying to you! Lying makes me a dog!”

The dastardly Evil Dragon completely disbelieved her fib, even deliberately using the needle to frighten her.

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