Li Wenjun, or rather, the only descendant of the green dragon in this plane, Bamono Alto hates snakes, and to be more detailed, he hates scaly creatures.

In his opinion, the cold and slippery scales have a unique cold atmosphere.

He instinctively hated these things.

But when he woke up, he felt that he had had had a dream that was so absurd that he had become the scaly creature he hated - albeit a green dragon, not a snake.

When Christie left, Li Wenjun deceived himself into thinking that as long as he slept again, he would be able to return to the familiar 21st century, and after putting such a ridiculous idea into practice, the unchanged environment after waking up successfully made him shut up and no longer have such a fluke mentality.

He instinctively struggled and rolled over on the soft bed, and just then, something even more terrible happened.

A strong unknown force poured out of his body frantically, and uncontrollably, the exquisite decorations in the palace crackled and fell to the ground, Li Wenjun threw himself under the bed, and in front of the floor that was clean and dusty enough to act as a mirror, he had to quickly recognize himself in a very cruel way.

A long, oval head covered with fine cyan scales, transparent but hard claws, and a tail 2-3 times the length of the torso.

It is clear that this is a small but strong enough Western Phantom Dragon, which symbolizes powerful evil from the beginning, and without positive discipline, a young dragon can do whatever it wants and bring terrible disasters to other races. And if a group of people who are harassed by the baby dragon chooses to harm or even slaughter the dragon, the race and the guardians behind it will be wiped out.

In particular, this abominable green dragon juvenile is the only relative of the lady of the Christy Dragon clan, and in this case, even the three most powerful and unruly knights under the lady's name are not willing to upset him.

Christie wants to give him the ultimate pampering, the room, the bed, the toys, as long as he wants, as long as he wants.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!" Anxious voices came from other corners of the palace, but the newborn green dragon hatchlings in this world had inherited the tyrannical genes unique to the dragon clan.

"Go away! You're all going away!! Bamono's immature but angry voice emanated from the center of the palace, and the fury element that escaped succeeded in detonating the maid's awe of him.

Mermaids, female Naga, trolls, and charming pure-blooded fairy maidens scrambled to escape from Bamono's palace, their delicate faces visibly afraid.

The proud and beautiful Lady Christie hovered to the ground with her back tail covered with sharp scales, her back to the palace and waiting, her face sinking like water: "How did you promise me? ”

The four maidens of different bloodlines, who had been scratched by the violent force that the young dragon had escaped, knelt on their knees.

"Your Highness, Your Highness Bamono has refused our close service."

Lady Christie was distressed by this, and when she walked out of the island where the dragons had lived for generations, her long life was a dull but hearty battle. At present, she has to act as a special existence of Bamono's elders, playmates, friends, relatives, etc., which is really embarrassing for her.

Zero experience and experience is not the biggest problem, the core problem is that Bamono is not close to her.

Although they are by all means the most intimate two people in the world, they have to live together in a world where there is no third person, and Christie knows exactly that Bamono has been with him for 10,000 years.

The problem is that Bamono only has memories of waiting to hatch in a pool of blood 10,000 years ago before breaking his shell, and Christie is completely foreign to him.

To say that strangeness is polite, Bamono has only a disgust for her with vigilance, rejection, and inability to hold her accountable.

Christie wasn't so surprised.

The black dragon and the green dragon were indeed disgusted with each other 10,000 years ago, and from the day the bloodline was born, it was like this, and it seemed that the two were natural mortal enemies.

But today, 10,000 years later, this situation must change.

"There are no dragons left...... "Lady Christie motioned for the maids to leave the palace, raised her head to look at the deep sky, and muttered to herself, "It's just me, it's just you." ”

After driving away the annoying maid, Bamono sat in the corner of the palace in a decadent manner, and heard the rustle of his tail rubbing against the ground again, and roared without looking back: "Go away, go away!" Leave me here, can't you just let me be quiet for a while? ”

"Bamono, you haven't eaten the eggshell since you woke up," Christie took out the eggshell she had put away, slowly pushed it towards Bamono, and put it in a position where he could see it in the blink of an eye, and gently persuaded, "If you don't eat it, you will be hungry, sick, and uncomfortable, so you can eat it." After eating, you can do whatever you want, lose your temper, play, you can do it. ”

After a short time together, and because Bamono was too obvious, Christie used a thick black mist to cover his outstretched claws, so that Bamono could not see the scales in his peripheral vision.

"Huh, the aroma of malt?" Bamono sniffed vigorously.

The outburst of emotions led to weakness in the body, and Bamono did feel hunger, as well as the seductive fragrance released from the clear egg liquid that was held in the eggshell, Bamono was silent for a while, not refusing.

He lowered his head and held the broken eggshell in his arms, nibbling on the eggshell as delicious as a biscuit, while gulping down the mellow and sweet egg liquid. At the same time, it quickly replenishes the nutrients that have passed in the body. As his eating action deepened, his shoulders shrugged one after another, and his tail that was dragging on the ground jumped twice from time to time, occasionally brushing his presence.

Christie didn't disturb the baby baby eating, in fact, she enjoyed the rare quiet time.

In the large and vast exquisite palace, two dragons, one large and one small, sit with their backs to each other, one is concentrating on dealing with their own eggshells, and the other is looking at the baby green dragon happily eating with a motherly smile on his face.

It's a pity that there are those who don't have long eyes, and they don't come at another time, so they pick this point in time and hurriedly roll in to report and ask for instructions.

"Your Highness, the high-ranking deep sea Naga Paya and the mermaid and Princess Sophia of the mermaid United Kingdom have started a war, the battle has spread to the Black Water Dead Sea, and the shallow sea Naga and mermaid and other ethnic groups have broken out in turmoil, and I implore Your Highness to send a group of Red Thorn Mages to suppress it."

Naga, mermaids, and mermaids are all the scaly groups he hates the most. Bamono thought depressedly. He wanted to leave this splendid palace complex more than he lost his temper, and in his opinion, Christie's protection meant more than captivity.

He vaguely felt that Christie cared more about whether he would run away from her than emotional recognition.