This is thanks to Ling Huaxi's stopping, otherwise, Xi Shaosi would never have left a dangerous hidden danger for himself.

"And what are you going to do this time?"

"What else can I do?"

Listening to Beitang Yaori's helpless chuckle, Xi Shao Si Ming had a feeling that time had flown by.

Turning his head to look at the beautiful pond and lush green trees in the atrium, Xi Shao Siming's eyes were a little deep.

"Flare, remember when we first met?"

「……」

In Tibet, the first time he saw the sun in Beitang was in a temple.

The quiet and handsome young man, dressed in the monk's costume of a lama, but the unapproachable coldness on his body attracted Xi Shao Si Ming.

- Hey, bastard, don't you see me hurt? Hurry up and save me!

- Why am I trying to save you?

- Cut, I have never seen such a cold-blooded monk as you when I see the injured person still die and do not save him!

Two teenagers, Xi Shao Si Ming was shot twice at that time, which is not an unusual thing for a young master of the underworld.

Beitang Yaori was surprised, he didn't expect a teenager to be so calm, and even seriously injured.

After a month of recuperation in the temple, Xi Shao Si Ming was able to save his life, although the words of Beitang Yao Sun in that month were pitiful, but it made Xi Shao Si Ming very interested, this boy who was about the same age as him, there was a story.

- Hey, are you interested in joining our mafia?

- Not interested.

- But I'm very interested in you, if you don't want to die, join my Dragon King Society.

- I said, I'm not interested.

- Seeing that the injured people are calm and will not be saved, it is a waste for such a cold-blooded man not to join the mafia!

Without giving Beitang Yaori any time to hesitate, Xi Shaosi bluntly took Beitang Yaori to a strange place.

It was the day of the thorny dragon that Beitang Yaori could never forget for the rest of his life-

"Rumble——......

The marble floor on the side wall slowly moved open, and the heat on the face was almost scalding people to death!

The scorching heat waves, wave after wave, reflected the entire execution chamber.

The light of the blazing fire was too dazzling, and the two men wore black sunglasses.

One of the men watched as the marble walls were opened, and turned his head to look at the still unresponsive Beitang Flare.

"In order to thank you for saving our young master, this is a special gift from the young master, accept it!"

In the flames, a long black shadow flickered with a burning golden yellow.

The flickering firelight made it impossible for Beitang Yaori to see what it was at all, and the only thing he could feel was the scorching air.

The two pillars of red-iron on the black shadow were burned red, connecting to the horizontal panels of the marble ceiling.

The horizontal plate began to move, approaching in the direction of the North Hall Flare.

In the midst of the raging fire, a long iron plate of a burned golden red dragon slowly slid towards the bright sun of the North Hall.

"The Dragonking of Dechaga, the symbol of the power of darkness, covers your birthmark and merges with it, imprinting this golden dragon on your body forever, hehe...... Sunburst, you were born to be the man who will do things for our dragon king!"

The heat of the air around him was getting hotter and hotter, and Beitang Yaori seemed to have heard the "hissing" sound of salt water evaporating on his body.