When Wen Zilong came to the banquet hall, he saw that there was a large open space on the left side of the banquet hall.

Wooden stakes were erected in the clearing.

There are fierce beasts tied to it.

Obviously, this is a place dedicated to tethering mounts.

It's the equivalent of a parking lot.

The mounts in the field were basically seventh- to ninth-order fierce beasts.

It's the equivalent of a luxury car.

At the entrance of the hall, there were four city guards guarding the door.

The strength has already reached the peak of the seventh order.

With the seventh-order peak brute dragon as the gatekeeper, I am afraid that only the royal family has such a skill.

The other barbarian dragons basically came on luxury cars, only Wen Zilong came on foot.

The passing dragons all said:

"Whose flying mount? How do you park here? ”

"Why don't you park your mount in the open space over there, and wander around the door of the hall?"

"Brother Guard, don't you care?"

One of the four gatekeepers, hearing this, had to come to Wen Zilong and was about to make a move.

saw Wen Zilong's right claw flip, and a big red invitation appeared in the claw.

The brute dragon guarding the door was stunned for a moment, subconsciously took it, and looked at it carefully for a moment.

There was a look of wonder in his eyes.

said to Wen Zilong: "I'm sorry, I was rude, please come in." ”

Wen Zilong smiled faintly: "It's okay, it's not once or twice that I've been despised by the barbarian dragon." ”

With that, he put away the invitation and entered the hall.

When the other three gatekeepers saw this, they asked the gatekeeper, "What's the matter?" ”

The guard looked at Wen Zilong's back a little dazed, and said, "He's a brute dragon." ”

"Freaked Brute-Dragon?!"

"How could a deformed brute have an invitation?"

"Could it be the son of a great power or a prince or nobleman?"

Wen Zilong entered the banquet hall and saw that there were already more than a hundred barbarian dragons inside.

Each of these brute dragons is brightly dressed.

Especially those female barbarian dragons, all dressed up in fancy clothes, and the shiny jewelry on their bodies can dazzle the dog's eyes of the barbarian dragons.

These brute dragons were all a little surprised when they saw Wen Zilong enter the hall.

"The one who can enter the hall must be a brute dragon. He's a deformed brute dragon. ”

"That's right, it's definitely a deformed brute."

"How could he have an invitation? Someone must be mistaken, right? ”

"In my opinion, his invitations were either stolen or picked up. He should have been given a good check by the guards. ”

However, although these brute dragons muttered in their mouths, one by one they wisely did not really ask the guards to investigate.

After all, the brute dragon who can come here, which one is not a brute dragon spirit.

Everyone understands that more is better than less.

Wen Zilong didn't bother to pay attention to them, and sat directly in a corner.

In this corner, there happened to be a lot of fruit and wine, Wen Zilong didn't say a word, and started eating and drinking first.

Not to mention, the wine served by the palace is really not comparable to ordinary wine.

The more Wen Zilong drank it, the more delicious he felt.

The brute dragons next to them, when they saw this deformed brute dragon, they only knew how to eat and drink.

And at this time, before the banquet started, he ate and drank by himself, and he really didn't understand the rules.

They all had a hint of contempt in their eyes.

There was only one brute dragon, and after seeing Wen Zilong, not only did he not despise it, but instead stepped forward and sat next to Wen Zilong.

He said to Wen Zilong: "Get to know me, my name is Bildagan." ”

Wen Zilong took a closer look at the dean and felt a little surprised.

I didn't expect that there would be a brute dragon here who would take the initiative to know himself.

That Bildagan seemed to see Wen Zilong's doubts, and said, "That's how I am, easy to make friends." Multiple friends, multiple paths. By the way, what's your name? ”

"Wen Zilong."

Wen Zilong replied simply.

Nabildagan also took a glass of wine, took a sip, and said:

"Have you heard, today's banquet is to welcome the third prince back."

"Hmm."

Wen Zilong was actually a little too lazy to respond to him.

Bildagan continued: "I have inside information, though. ”

"What?"

Wen Zilong asked.

Bilda said: "This banquet for the return of the third prince is actually to introduce a heavyweight big barbarian dragon to everyone. ”

"Oh?"

Wen Zilong asked.

Bilda smiled dryly, "Of course, I don't know who that heavyweight big brute dragon is at the moment, but the banquet is about to start, and we will find out soon." ”

"Hmm."

Wen Zilong smiled faintly.

Isn't that heavyweight big brute dragon himself?

At this time, there was a commotion at the entrance of the hall.

Then a few brute dragons entered the hall.

A brute dragon at the head wears a brocade robe that only the royal family has, and a jade crown that the royal family is qualified to wear.

Looks like he's in his twenties.

However, Wen Zilong knew that his actual age should be in his fifties.

However, in the general two hundred years old, the fifty years old are actually quite young.

And the surrounding brute dragons, when they saw this brute dragon coming in, stepped forward one after another to greet them:

"Your Royal Highness the Little Prince."

"Your Royal Highness the Little Prince, it's a great honor to meet you."

"Your Royal Highness, I toast you."

Wen Zilong was a little puzzled, didn't the emperor of the Dongli Empire only have three sons, when will there be a little prince?

Could it be that it was done overnight last night?

That's not so fast.

Could it be that hormones grow so fast?

The little prince was obviously a little drunk, his cheeks flushed, and he walked a little unsteadily.

You must know that the cultivated barbarian dragons are generally not drunk.

And he was able to drink him like this, either because his strength was not good, or he drank too much.

His tongue was a little stiff, and as he walked inside, he laughed and greeted the dragons.

Bilda said, "Let's go, go and say hello to the little prince." ”

Wen Zilong looked at that guy's virtue and didn't have any interest.

Said: "Who is this guy?" ”

Billa laughed dryly, "Little Prince." Are you too drunk? The eldest son and eldest grandson of His Majesty the Emperor, people call him the little prince. ”

"Oh."

Wen Zilong responded lightly, and then drank his own wine.

There is no intention of toasting in the past.

Bildagan had no choice but to raise his glass one by one and go over to toast.

The little prince did not refuse to come, and after a while, he had already drunk more than a dozen glasses of wine.

He walks more violently and speaks more slurredly.

A moment later, surrounded by a group of brute dragons, he suddenly shook and stopped as he passed by Wen Zilong.

Turning his head to look at Wen Zilong, he said, "This ...... Who's flying mount, how to run the banquet hall here. Come to the brute dragon, take him away, take him away! ”

One of the guards standing in the middle of the hall hurriedly trotted over.

He glanced at Wen Zilong, and then said to the little prince:

"Your Royal Highness, Little Prince, he is not a mount. He's a brute dragon, a deformed brute dragon. ”