Long Li woke up.

She was woken up by a heat that didn't come for an apparent reason.

As a silver dragon and the head of the majestic Ten Thousand Races, she was born with the ability to master the seven systems of magic.

Naturally, this also includes the genus Fire.

So it's hard to imagine that with the strong tolerance of the dragon body and the control of the fire genus, she would be awakened by such a straightforward heat.

Luckily, this wasn't the first time she had a fever attack, so she quickly found an antidote.

The antidote is a person.

He looked over, took the little hand that grabbed the corner of the garment, and then lifted her whole.

The girl was like a young beast at this moment, blushing all the time, desperately trying to burrow into his arms.

Perhaps only Long Li herself knows how terrible the hot poison on her body is.

As early as when she was young, every once in a while, she would have an attack of heat poisoning, and each time it lasted longer than the last.

At that time, there was no antidote, and I often had to hide in a corner alone, and endure to the death.

It wasn't until the skin was chapped and the cheeks were pale, and the pain was sweating profusely.

Her father and queen mother are often worried because they can't help, no matter how cold and magical the treasure is, they can't suppress it.

This situation lasted until the appearance of a person.

Long Li still remembered that according to his father, this person came out of the ancestral grave, and it was the opportunity given to her by the manifestation of the dragon ancestor.

She didn't care about such an opportunity......

But an accident quietly changed Long Li's mind.

……

……

In June, the Dragon King Palace.

Today is the third night of the day of mourning.

The moonlight is slightly cool, reflecting the behemoth of the Travel Palace.

Staying alone in the ancestral tomb until late at night, the girl finally restrained her grief and walked back to the palace alone with red eyes.

She withdrew everyone, and even Sister Qing, who grew up together, was pushed away by her for an excuse.

There was silence in the palace now, except for the faint sound of her walking.

Walking through the rain corridor with carved beams and paintings, the young master's pace suddenly stopped.

Because in the gazebo in front of her, there was an extra figure that was still very unfamiliar to her.

Xu is a one-sided friend can't talk about it, after all, the two haven't even said a word to each other.

The figure probably didn't notice her coming, just lowered its head slightly, looking at the roll of green cloth on her wrist in a daze.

This is the first time that Long Li has recognized the face of his 'father'.

In his father's bedroom before, the man was hidden in the dark, and he could only vaguely see the outline, but he couldn't see his true face.

Now the moonlight is clear, sprinkled on his body one by one, so that Long Li can see it clearly.

The eyebrows and eyes were sparse, and I didn't know what I was thinking, so I frowned slightly.

There are other facial features, slender knuckles......

Long Li took a cursory look, she couldn't tell how she felt, in short, it was good-looking, maybe about one-tenth of her level.

This made the resistance in her heart a little less.

Although the thought of calling a human father is still boring, at least I feel more comfortable.

Finally, the man spotted her and looked at her.

"Good evening."

He said hello.

Long Li narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, shook off the Moon White Palace outfit on his body, and turned around to leave.

She wasn't in the mood to care about how this person dared to break into the palace now.

But the man's next words still made her stop.

"It's time for us to go."

He said.

Where to go?

My father has just been buried for three days, and you can't wait to return to Dragon City and officially assume the position of 'national teacher'?

Long Li sneered in her heart, she turned around on the spot, and the pair of amber vertical pupils fell on the man, condensing slightly.

The king has his own spirit, and the invisible sense of oppression is like a tide, attacking the man.

Her expression was cold, word by word.

"You're teaching me how to do things?"

"Don't think that if you deceive your father, you really regard yourself as a national teacher!"

"What is it?"

Three cold words in a row were inserted between the two.

Anyway, for Long Li, he doesn't care about tearing his face with him or anything like that.

For a moment, the man fell silent.

After a while, he said unhurriedly: "Your Highness, I just suggest ......"

"But I don't need your advice!"

Long Li immediately interrupted.

After she finished speaking, she didn't rush to leave, but stood where she was and waited quietly.

She wanted to see men angry, or scolding.

But the expected picture did not come, he just nodded, said nothing, and continued to look down at the green cloth on his wrist.

The crescent moon shone brightly, stretching the figure very long.

It's an indescribable, but it's a feeling of depression.

Inexplicably, Long Li suddenly felt a little unbearable.

She was about to say something when she noticed a sudden heat rising from the depths of her body.

The amber-like glazed vertical pupils, as well as the eye sockets that were already slightly red and swollen, were instantly dyed red.

Long Li was shocked.

You must know that since the discovery of the heat poison, so many years have passed, and its attacks are extremely regular, and it stands to reason that the next heat poison attack will have to wait until at least ten days later.

However, Hotpoison can't speak, let alone reason with her.

Under the moonlight, the girl bit her lips tightly, her palms clenched, and her fingertips unconsciously sank into the flesh.

Everything in the world seems to have become hot at this moment.

The heat spread throughout her body, causing her to collapse to the ground, and then began to roll wildly on the ground, trying to relieve the pain of the heat poisoning her heart.

The two small cloth bags wrapped around her head scattered with her movements, revealing two small and delicate dragon horns.

A suppressed gasp and muffled hum were transmitted in the gazebo.

The moon white palace dress was soaked with sweat, and strands of hair fell from the dragon's horns, blocking most of the girl's face.

"Need help?"

The voice was still unhurried.

"No, don't, don't touch me."

It was almost with all her strength that she shuddered to utter these words.

But faster than her voice was the man's outstretched palm.

The palm of his hand and the burning forehead touched, bringing an unprecedented cold touch.

Long Li couldn't help but be stunned.

The voice suppressed the painful gasp, and when it was said again, it inexplicably became delicate.

"Ah, don't you need it? All right. ”

But soon, heaven and hell seemed to be just a thought.

As the man withdrew his hand, the terrifying heat swept through his body again.

As if in a sea of fire, the girl's amber pupils began to blur again.

The young master, who was about to lose his mind by this back and forth, didn't care about the so-called dignity and boredom, but just greedily rubbed against the palm of his hand.

"What's wrong?"

He asked.

"Hmmm......"

The girl snorted and chirped, answering in a daze.

The palm spread out again, and this time she took the opportunity to burrow directly into her arms.

Being close to him is indescribably comfortable.

"What am I?"

Hearing the voice of the question, Long Li's face turned red, she wanted to be tough, and finally shouted in a well-behaved whisper:

"It's the father......

(End of chapter)