174 Tricking Long Ying?
Long Ying, her little nose pinched shut, couldn’t breathe. She let out a muffled whimper and woke up, her emerald eyes filled with sleepy resentment.
“What are you doing, Zhenzhen?”
She pouted, clearly unhappy.
—This little girl has quite the temper when she wakes up.
Yan Zhen coughed and said gently, “Long Ying, are you hungry? I’ll treat you to a feast.”
Hearing the word “feast,” Long Ying’s eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. “Yes, ple—uh…”
She paused, then, remembering her new persona, quickly composed herself and said gracefully, “Yes, please. Since it’s Zhenzhen’s invitation, I would be delighted to accept.”
Yan Zhen looked at her askance, thinking this little girl was getting weirder and weirder. She was originally a simple, gluttonous loli, then briefly a seductive loli after transforming into her adult form, and now she was an elegant loli.
He suspected that Long Ying, like Zi Xunyi, was reborn, but he wasn’t sure if she had also experienced some… complications during the process, causing these changes in her behavior.
If Long Ying was reborn, tricking her into signing a master-servant contract might not be so easy. If all else failed, he would just have to ask her directly for a drop of her divine blood. She probably wouldn’t refuse.
“Zhenzhen?”
“Oh, let’s go. Where are your shoes?”
“I don’t like wearing shoes.”
“…”
She had taken off the little dress and shoes she wore to the Star Gathering Banquet and was back in his oversized T-shirt, barefoot, her little feet padding softly against the floor.
Yan Zhen took Long Ying’s hand, told Zi Xunyi and Huangfu Wenqing that he was taking her out for a meal, and then left with her for the dining hall.
The two women weren’t fond of ordinary food, so he didn’t invite them.
At the dining hall, in a private room, Yan Zhen ordered the most expensive medicinal cuisine and told Long Ying to eat her fill. He also ate a little.
After she was full, Yan Zhen diligently served her tea, wiped her mouth, and even let her sit on his lap while he rubbed her belly.
Long Ying, enjoying herself immensely, leaned against his chest, looking utterly blissful.
Yan Zhen, focused on attending to her, remained silent.
Finally, the little Dragon Girl, unable to contain her curiosity, asked, “Zhenzhen, did you do something… you shouldn’t have?”
Yan Zhen blinked and said calmly, “You mean, treating you to a feast and rubbing your belly is because I did something wrong?”
“Isn’t it?”
“Heh, so that’s how you see me. Oh well! Since I don’t know if I’ll survive my duel with Wen Canglan, it’s better to separate sooner rather than later.”
Yan Zhen sighed dramatically, stopped rubbing her belly, and put Long Ying back on the chair beside him.
Long Ying was startled and quickly climbed back onto his lap, looking at him with wide, pleading eyes. “I was just kidding, Zhenzhen! Don’t be angry!”
“I’m not angry. I’m just thinking… if I die at Wen Canglan’s hands, how should I explain it to you all?”
“Don’t worry, Zhenzhen. You can easily defeat that four-eyed guy.”
“It’s not that simple. Wen Canglan is about to reach the Mystic King realm. The Wen family’s Crystal Mystic Power is incredibly powerful, and their Crystallization Palm is difficult to defend against. If I get hit, it’s game over.”
“Don’t worry! If you refine my divine blood and learn the Dragon Blood Scale Transformation, you can easily resist the Crystal Mystic Power’s erosion.”
“Oh? Is that so?”
“Yes. My dragon scales have strong defensive properties and resistance. If you refine my divine blood, you can also condense similar scales. Although they’ll be much weaker, they’ll be more than enough to deal with Mystic Generals and Mystic Kings.”
—I’ve been waiting for you to say that.
Yan Zhen put on a hopeful expression. “Then, Long Ying, could you give me a drop of your divine blood?”
The little Dragon Girl’s large, watery eyes seemed to speak. “I’m willing, but Father said divine blood is precious and shouldn’t be given away casually.”
“Your father is right, but I’m not just anyone. We’re best friends, aren’t we?”
“That’s true, but…”
“But what?”
“But the Dragon God Clan’s divine blood is incredibly potent. Even a single drop could transform a mortal into a dragon, driving them mad.”
“It’s fine. I cultivate the Primordial Dharma Body Chart, created by the Human Ancestor. It requires refining divine blood to advance. I can handle it.”
“It’s still dangerous. But there’s a safer method.”
—Tsk, this little girl, when did she learn to be so coy?
“What method? Tell me.”
“If you form a master-servant contract with me and become a Dragon Knight, you’ll be able to withstand my divine blood!”
“?”
Yan Zhen was dumbfounded. Wasn’t that his line? Why was Long Ying saying it? He had already given up on the contract, prioritizing obtaining her divine blood. And now, she was the one suggesting it?
—No, wait. Long Ying is reborn. If she’s suggesting it, she clearly wants him to be the servant and her the master. Not a Dragon Knight, but a… Knight Dragon!
“What do you mean by ‘master-servant contract’?”
“It means I become Zhenzhen’s mount! We’ll share life and death, support each other, and never be apart! Understand?”
The little Dragon Girl blushed, her already adorable face even cuter.
Yan Zhen didn’t understand why Long Ying was offering to be his mount. Wasn’t she reborn? Shouldn’t she be against it?
In the script, Long Ying resented being tricked into becoming his mount, feeling like she had been taken advantage of, refusing to transform unless absolutely necessary.
Later, after experiencing life and death together, their bond deepened, and they even learned a secret technique to merge and transform into a dragon-human hybrid. There was no “Dragon Knight” scenario.
“You mean… you want to be my mount?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t you… dislike being someone’s mount?”
“That’s why I’m saying, for you, Zhenzhen, I’m making a huge sacrifice! You have to be good to me from now on! Otherwise, I won’t forgive you, hmph!”
“…”
“Why aren’t you saying anything? Don’t you want to, Zhenzhen? Hmm?”
Super fierce.JPG Yan Zhen saw a flicker of fear in her eyes, despite her stubborn expression.
“I… I don’t want to treat you like a mount. Aren’t we best friends?”
“It’s just a contract so you can refine my dragon blood. I won’t transform unless absolutely necessary… unless you treat me to a feast!”
“Long Ying.”
“If… if you don’t want to, then forget it. I don’t want to be a mount anyway!”
“Huh? I… I do! I do! Please, Lady Long Ying, bestow your divine blood upon me and save my life!”
Yan Zhen quickly agreed.
A smile returned to Long Ying’s face, a hint of triumph within.
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