"You've slept for too long." Chen Mo sighed softly.

Just as he could hear the arrogance hidden in this dragon's words, the dragon species who used the spiritual element as a bridge to communicate with him could also understand the slightest sarcasm in Chen Mo's words, the sarcasm of his arrogance.

"Yes, I slept for a long time." The dragon's voice became low, "But that doesn't change the fact that our people are great. ”

The dragon continued: "Is it the technology that humans have mastered over the years? It seems that you call these technologies 'technology', which really makes people feel your tenacity, persistence and wisdom, and they can even achieve the effect of words, but you are only trying to understand the rules of the world, and we can even change it, and this is the gap between dragons and humans. ”

Chen Mo did not continue to dwell on this issue, and calmly spit out two words: "Purpose." ”

"Are you asking me for purpose?" The voice continued to ring in his ears, "I want to ask why I chose you among these blood stealers?" The dragon's conversation was noticeably high, with anticipation and playfulness.

Chen Mo was noncommittal.

"Because you're the lowliest of them all." The voice gradually took on magic, like some kind of transparent medicine, slowly entering the brain from the ear, echoing in the mind all the time, carving every sentence into the brain softly and profoundly.

"Blood stealers are always lowly thieves, and you have stolen the blood of our people and gained unimaginable power from humans, but you have also gained something else as a result, haven't you? It is not only power and power that are engraved in the blood of our people, but also fate, the blood stealers call themselves human, but you have never been pure human, and you have two different kinds of blood mixed in your veins. ”

"Isn't there a division of power and power in the world of the Bloodstealers? I saw a lot in the spirits of those attendants, a truly hierarchical society, reminiscent of the dynasty created by the most virtuous emperor, who even my king willingly assisted, but one day he would ascend to the throne of his own. ”

"Only those who dwell on the past like to talk about history." Chen Mo looked at the front quietly, the group of Deadpools had broken through the fire defense line constructed by two revolvers, two rifles, but these Deadpools pounced on Noel Watt, Ye Sheng, and Bono Pennyworth, but they skipped Chen Mo who didn't even draw his knife.

"Everyone wants to drown in those good old days." The dragon spoke quietly, like a lyrical poet: "But the truth is cruel, isn't it? ”

"You are the most despicable blood stealer among these people, and the funny thing is that the thieves are also different, they steal the blood of powerful princes, and therefore have stronger power, compared to them, the dragon blood in your body is much cheaper."

"So what?"

"It's good that you have alchemy that amazes me too, and you know that the Bloodstealers - in your words 'hybrids' have never been on the human side, so why not consider going the other way? The power of the pure-blooded dragons is beyond your imagination, you can gain power, you can fulfill your ambitions, and you can reign under my king when he returns. ”

"Very beautiful vision." Chen Mo commented.

The voice was about to continue, but Chen Mo's comment came to an abrupt end. The word "vision" has a bit of a yin and yang flavor.

"Are you a dragon squire?" So Chen Mo took over the conversation: "The dragon servant of the White King." ”

"According to the secret party's research on the dragon civilization, there are often dragon attendants in the dragon tombs with noble blood, and the highest as a reference was only the mausoleum of the secondary generation, and the dragon attendant as a guard is a third-generation species, which is not a big threat, and the secondary species that accelerated the awakening was quickly bombarded into slag."

"When I first met you, I had a guess, guessing that the white dragon was the dragon servant, after all, even if it is the burial place of the White King, the complete secondary species is enough to be a grave keeper, and you should be a part of the White King."

"It sounds like a compliment."

"Because most of the dragons killed by the secret party don't have the calm and complete sanity of you."

The voice laughed.

"A scholar I know once said that it was due to the influence of the bloodthirsty factor contained in dragon blood, and later I learned that it was a rhetoric used to fool people."

"Oh?"

"But in any case, the White King who holds the spiritual authority will inevitably be the calmest one among all dragons, and I am only a human, and there is no way to imagine what kind of personality the dragons who are completely unaffected by the dragon's blood have, or the dragon grid, can only roughly bring in some humans."

"Really? So you think I don't fit the imagination of the White King in your mind. ”

Chen Mo looked at the spirit covering Georges Laurent's body in front of him, which was not the same as the pure white brilliance that left a deep impression on him, and there was a thin silk thread in the air connecting him with the white dragon that was biting each other with the dragon's tooth giant blade.

He nodded, "You're right. ”

"How's it going? I admit that the Blood Stealers here have power, but you should understand what kind of power the White King has, which is the power and power above the four monarchs, alongside the Black Emperor. ”

"You have other purposes." Chen Mo said: "You didn't choose me because of my low bloodline and bullshit reasons like alchemy, as far as I know, dragons are ruthless creatures, you never care about the thoughts of the weak, you chose me because I still have value." Don't think I don't know the truth, you're insulting my intelligence. ”

"You're right." The voice didn't seem to care about Chen Mo's point, and continued to say tirelessly: "So how do you choose, let things develop like this?" Do you still have any hole cards that haven't been turned over? The Black King's bloodline who even stole his power? Or is it the knife made from a living body? These cards don't carry a lot of weight. ”

"Is the white emperor in the king's bedchamber?"

"Your alchemy attainments are not low, do you have to let me confirm it? The spirit stolen from the whole palace will return to the sleeping place of our king and become the nourishment for his awakening. You've seen the circuit of that chalice and half a palace, and it's not hard to make this inference. ”

"It's a very tempting condition to become a pure-blood dragon, and in the dragon classics I've read, it seems that the evolution of humans into pure-blood dragons is called 'the path of the gods', and I don't think a dragon servant can do such a thing."

"Of course not, but my king can do it, and the authority of the spirit is supreme."

"If I agree to your terms, what is needed? Grab my knife and stab an ally in the back? You know that this is useless, that I am very weak compared to them, that my knife may seem to them as no threat as a child's wielding toy, and that you should probably try to turn against me before we enter the palace, so that we are still outside the main hall. ”

"No, I don't." The dragon's voice exuded a sense of mystery.

"All you need to do is to come to our King and offer your loyalty."