Chapter 8: The King of the White Dragon

"I'm ......" The White Dragon King swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the dark confinement was suddenly lifted, making him a little uncomfortable for a while.

"You're trying to say you came here by accident, and you want me to let you go, right?" Leng Huan didn't look at the White Dragon King, but just continued to put his palm on his shoulder.

"I'm ......," the White Dragon King was stunned. Because Emperor Tian and Zi Ji have become beast gods, the dragon clan of the dark vein is more prosperous, and ......"

Halfway through speaking, the White Dragon King gradually lowered his head and stopped talking.

"Oh, and then you just wanted to find a place to hide yourself, and you didn't expect to be here?" Leng Phantom raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." The White Dragon King found that the person in front of him could actually read his psychology, and he knew that he didn't need to say anything more.

"What about your race?"

"The dragon clan can hardly be called a race anymore, and as far as I know, I may be the only one among the true dragons still alive." The White Dragon King stared at Leng Phantom, hoping to get some sympathy.

Leng Xuan smiled lightly, "Okay then, it's not a shame for me to bring you out of the forbidden land, hmph, the elder is not as easy to talk as I am." ”

"However, don't think about getting any good treatment, because even I am in the clan and I am regarded as a waste wood by the elders."

The White Dragon King looked surprised, "This ...... Your cultivation is ......"

"Well, it's probably more than 700,000 years." A hint of sadness flashed in Leng Phantom's eyes.

"Seven or seven hundred thousand years...... So, can you let me know, what is your race called? ”

"Sun and Moon Ghost Envoy!"

"Huh? What are your attributes? ”

"Oh, you want to know something about my people? I might as well tell you that this place is called the Ghost Domain, which is a strange space, and this space is only connected to the plane through the door of space, and does not belong to any plane itself. The main attributes here are darkness and evil, and our race has six attributes, namely: darkness, evil, space, time, sacredness, and time. ”

"Do you have all these six attributes? Why do I think you're ......?"

"Yes, yes, but the major direction is different, I major in the weaker time and darkness of the six attributes." Leng Phantom withdrew his hand from the White Dragon King's shoulder and sighed softly. "You haven't told me what your name is?"

"Yuan Yingling." The White Dragon King raised his head and stared at the person in front of him.

"Oh? Surname Yuan. Then you should still be a direct descendant of the Dragon King of Time, no wonder the bloodline is so pure. Leng Phantom thoughtfully tapped his chin with his finger. It's a pity that after all, it comes from the Yinglong Huanglong lineage, and has no relationship with Qinglong. ”

"Can I know your name?" Yuan Yingling lowered his head slightly.

Leng Phantom laughed, "Would you like to be my pet?" If you're willing, I'll tell you my name, how about that? ”

"Nope." Yuan Yingling's head hung lower.

Leng Huan carefully looked at the white-clothed young man in front of him, and couldn't help but gently pat him on the shoulder with his hand. "Good boy, a bit of backbone."

"I can be your servant, but not as a pet, and I don't want to be treated like a crop." Yuan Yingling raised his head, but he didn't dodge a cold gaze.

"Well," Leng Phantom licked his lips, "It's not up to you to say anything here. ”

"If you use force, I'll blow myself up." Yuan Yingling replied weakly, and Yin Xian was also a little unconfident.

"In front of me, it's almost funny if you want to blow yourself up." Leng Phantom looked at the young man in white who trembled slightly in front of him playfully.