Although he had heard about the discrimination within the dragon clan, he was still quite embarrassed after really experiencing it.

In general, discrimination is rooted in differences in property, status, appearance, and culture, or simply unequal, but discrimination within the dragon family comes from birth.

What is this system similar to?

Discrimination against cannon fodder gods by orthodox gods and samurai.

After coming into contact with the culture of the earth, Li Oz can accurately summarize this law of discrimination:

Namely, caste.

In the lineage of the dragon clan, the glow dragon is supreme, the silver dragon and the golden dragon, which are innate noble dragon species, belong to the ruling class that is second only to the glow dragon, whether you want to or not, as a gold and silver dragon, you must exercise power according to this rule.

Even in some remote places, dragons from humble backgrounds, even if they had evolved all the way, were explicitly forbidden to look directly at and touch the high nobles.

It's not that Li Oz doesn't want to disguise it, but he is curious whether this rumor is true, after all, he plans to pry into the corner of Red King in the future, and he must understand the social foundation.

Now it seems that the rumors are not only not exaggerated, but too conservative.

Just because he didn't bother to talk about his origin and race, the two high-ranking dragon clans from the Imperial State and the Temple began to be aggressive, and they became angry here, and there was no sense of jerky hindrance.

Obviously, they have even changed their nationality, but they still look down on a 'dragon clan' who can't tell their origin.

The golden dragon Archer helped himself out, but was instigated to condemn Li Oz together.

[It seems that when the Last Judgment comes, the Void Lords will still slay fewer dragons. 】

Li Oz shook his head.

He rarely evaluates a civilization or race with deserved, after all, every race will have one or two heroes who are self-reliant and unwilling to destroy, but judging from the situation and performance of the dragon race, it is definitely worthy of the evaluation of deserving.

The Golden Dragon Warrior Monk Archer was laughed at by the two of them, and after a few words and found that the other party was completely unreasonable, he simply didn't bother to take care of it and returned to his seat.

He raised his head and looked at Li Aozi holding his chin, with a breezy look, as if the whole thing had nothing to do with him, and said:

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect the environment of the abyss to be so ......"

"There are local folk customs in various places, which is understandable."

As he spoke, he took Phytris' hand off, removed his fingers, and oiled the spherical joints one by one.

"The more uncivilized the place, the more emphasis is placed on things like bloodline, origin, and interpersonal relationships, and we civilized people generally talk about law and morality - but when it comes to some people, they have to be anxious."

As soon as these words came out, [Western Demon Seed] Opreli immediately realized that he was scolding himself, sneered, hugged his arms and said:

"This is strange - Ms. Sissi, I am more curious about one thing, you say, if the narrative civilization is not civilized, then a wanderer who does not know the root is considered civilized?"

"Mr. Opraly, it's rude for you to say that."

The Silver Dragon Pope reproached:

"Blame me for this, if a person is targeted because of his bad background, then we are not civilized people."

"I didn't name anyone, so why did someone sit in the right seat?"

Li Oz put the palm of his hand back on Fitrice, took off Phytris's head, and raised his eyes to look straight at the direction of the two, without losing the slightest in momentum.

"Or are you in a hurry?"

[Midnight Lord] Naijia watched coldly as the young men faced each other and drank tea on the sidelines.

As an old man from the time of the Troll Empire, he has no patience or interest in these trivial matters.

Seeing that the situation was becoming more and more tense, Li Aozi suddenly turned his head sideways and asked:

"Are you at 107 Megan Street?"

The Golden Dragon Warrior Monk was stunned for a moment, and glanced outside:

"Just arrived."

"That's good." Li Oz nodded and threw his head to Phytris: "With the head and luggage, get out of the car." ”

"Eh, wait, where are you going?"

Before the Golden Dragon Warrior Monk's words fell, Opreli immediately said with a strange aura:

"Yo? Confessed so quickly. ”

"It's all my fault." The Pope regretted: "I didn't expect things to come to this point......"

Li Oz ignored them.

In fact, what else can you say to a group of dying people?

He packed his bags, threw them to Phyrice, came to the door, and was about to get out of the car, when Oprell, who had never heard of him, sneered again:

"I have long seen that you are not a good thing, fortunately, you are also self-aware, a low-end and lowly reptile, you should be content to climb to this step with the glory of the golden dragon, a low-level hybrid dragon descendant like you, you will be cannon fodder for generations."

"Pharice."

Li Oz turned around, dragged his coat down, handed it to the spirit puppet with a head of luggage, and said gently:

"This coat was given to me by an old Taoist in the East, it is quite valuable, and it is not easy to wash when it is dirty. Help me get it. ”

"Understood, Lord." Phyrices took her coat.

Li Oz smiled and complimented:

"That's good."

The next moment, Li Oz's figure instantly appeared in front of Oprell.

"Oh, you're still a little backbone-"

Oprélelli watched Leoz move, his eyes lit up, and he stood up:

"It's not bad, come on, you dirty bastard, let me see what else you're capable of!"

Sting!

As soon as Oprell stood up, a large slit was made in the middle of his crotch, revealing a festive red crotch.

Poof!

The Golden Dragon Warrior Monk Archer was happy, but as a decent person, he tried his best to hold back his expression, coughed twice, and pretended not to see it.

The Silver Dragon Female Pope Sissi covered her mouth and nose and chuckled a few times.

When he arrived at the [Midnight Lord] Naijia, he was blunt and said casually:

"Hey, you've got your eggs, little ghost."

Oprell's face froze, and he lowered his head to cover his crotch, and the anger of humiliation rushed to his heart, and he yelled at Li Oz:

"Stop!"

As soon as this sentence came out, he immediately realized that something was wrong:

"This guy, when did you move your hand?"

Completely without his own reaction, and even so many people didn't notice it, the guy stabbed him in the crotch.

If it was an ordinary person, it would be okay, but there were also temple-born powerhouses like the silver dragon Sissi, who were benchmarked against demigod-level powerhouses, and there were peerless macho men like [Midnight Lord] who killed all the way from the troll era to the modern era.

These two people are both experienced in a hundred battles.

In other words, if the other party just had killing intent, it would not be to cut off his crotch, but to kill him, or even his head......

Oprélly broke out in a cold sweat.

In front of so many people, this kind of speed and precision, without even any killing intent, within the Imperial State, only a demigod Fengqing ascender can do it.

'Wait, where's that guy's figure?' ’

Squeak –

The door of the carriage slammed shut, and the people looked at the door, where Beatrice and her master were long gone.

"When I left, I didn't even move at all." The female pope held her chin and said, "It seems that this is not an ordinary person, only if you have converted to the [Destruction] path, you will have this kind of speed. ”

"Ms. Sissi, didn't you notice it?" Oprell asked, turning his head.

"It's a pity that even I didn't find out when he left." The female pope shrugged her shoulders and looked at the Golden Dragon Warrior Monk: "Your Excellency Archim, where did you meet him?" What is this person's origin? It shouldn't be some low-level dragon, right? ”

"That's a good question, because I don't know either."

The Golden Dragon Warrior Monk smiled:

"He introduced himself as from the abyss, without any background, just an ordinary god climber."

"Ordinary? This speed and precision, done openly in front of a few of us, is guaranteed to be silent, not even an assassin who is well-versed in the art of assassination. ”

Opreli subconsciously touched his neck:

"You call this 'ordinary'?"

It's just a lesson, if Li Oz is in a slightly bad mood, he may fall to the ground......

What an empire, bloodline, origin, at this moment, Opreli couldn't think of anything, death had just passed by him.

Under the crushing of absolute power, it is all a joke.

But even so, Oprélly didn't think anything else, he was more determined:

"That guy, no, that Lord Leoz, is definitely not an ordinary dragonborn, he must have an extremely noble bloodline, and he can hide it from everyone present when he makes a move."

"Cover your panties and say it again!"

[Midnight Lord] Nai Jia said impatiently:

"I really didn't expect the current cubs to be so frivolous, during the Patian Empire, a fool like you couldn't live even a month."

"Hmph, it's not your turn to preach, you old antique—"

Oprélli sat back in his seat, shielded his lower body with the help of the back of his chair, and did not forget to sneer:

"Speaking of which, you should be about to come to the new catastrophe, no wonder I came back to help Dragon Island unusually, because I was afraid that the catastrophe of the Blue Witch would kill you again, right?"

"Mr. Opraley, please be respectful to your seniors." Silver Dragon Qian Qian said sternly: "No matter how you say it, Naijia's predecessor is a black dragon who came of age thousands of years ago, and whether it is rank or bloodline, the purity is not below you and me. ”

"After being the prime minister of a group of trolls for more than a thousand years, is there any purity in appearance or thought? It looks like they've taken on the shape of a troll. ”

Opreli scoffed.

"Mr. Opreley!" The female pope was dissatisfied.

Nai Jia glanced at him coldly, and the dark golden vertical pupils seemed to melt the whole world, and the majestic and ancient aura instantly enveloped the entire carriage.

But after a moment, Naika looked away.

"Hey. I knew it was going to happen. ”

Sure enough, compared to Li Aozi's ignorance of the roots, or this kind of old antique who knows that he doesn't dare to do it at will, is easier to bully.

Oprélly laughed and quipped:

"[Midnight Lord] Naijia, I heard that you received the life-saving grace of the Troll Emperor Parthia Romulus in your early years, so you assisted him for the rest of your life and assisted him in extending the kingdom for a thousand years, but you also offended the Blue Witch because of this - you were finally cursed by the Witch Clan, and even the Shadow God Throne could not protect you."

"Originally, as a member of the gods, you were able to ascend to the gods, but now you have to face calamities every hundred years. The prime minister of the empire, who was originally high, now has to ask for help everywhere, otherwise, you will not be able to withstand the deadly calamity once in a hundred years, more dangerous and more dangerous every time. ”

"This time, you must unconditionally obey the orders of Dragon Island, otherwise, this time it will be a 400-year level calamity, and you will not be able to bear it any longer, and you will have to be reincarnated under the Shadow God Throne, right?"