Rebirth: My Master is the Dragon Prince

The power of all gods is focused on dealing with the devil, and the ferocious beasts running all over the three realms can only be dealt with by the upper cultivation world and the descendants of the gods.

"Xiao Ci, can you handle it alone?" A tall man looked at Ye Fengci who was fighting the beast.

"I'm fine," Ye Fengci was wearing black and gold patterned clothes, his golden hair fluttering in the air, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and the gray sky seemed much better as the demon god was suppressed.

"Then you better be careful," the man said and continued to fight with the beast. A long spear pierced into the beast's flesh. A hole was instantly pierced in the beast's skin. The wolf howled and ran towards it again.

A ferocious beast that was several times taller than Ye Fengci and looked like a white tiger rushed over. Ye Fengci leaped and flew above it. After several rounds, the beast didn't gain any advantage. Instead, it was kicked hard by Ye Fengci and fell to the riverside. The beast rolled several times. Ye Fengci chased after it, intending to kill it with a knife. Just as he raised the knife.

The beast knelt before it with a rumble. The black aura around it disappeared, and it looked completely obedient.

"What are you doing?" Ye Fengci was confused by this sudden kneeling.

The ferocious beast stood up, walked closer, and knelt down again. Its originally huge body now looked somewhat cute.

Ye Fengci boldly stepped forward and touched the tiger-like beast, and immediately the beast was filled with golden light.

"This is it!" Once a spiritual beast or a ferocious beast is touched by it with sincerity, golden light will emanate from its body, indicating submission, and it will become a person's mount.

"Are you willing to follow me?" The ferocious beast nodded, as if most of them could understand what he said. However, being followed by such a big thing, let alone using it as a mount, if anyone rode a ferocious beast for a walk outside, they probably wouldn't regard you as a good person.

The ferocious beasts around were still biting humans. Ye Fengci stood there, or even lay there, and the ferocious beasts ran past him as if they didn't see him, continuing to look for their next target.

Ye Fengci was also very confused, but he didn't have time to be confused. He gave the ferocious beast a name, put it in his pocket, and continued to fight the other ferocious beasts.

Ye Fengci also saw the light sliding down from the sky like a meteor, and there seemed to be confusion in his eyes. Even if Luo Feng and Zhou Mu were very powerful, they would suffer heavy casualties in front of these overwhelming ferocious beasts.

In a palace of the Dragon Clan, "Jing'er, you have grown up. You must take care of yourself. We are leaving now,"

In the dream, Xie Qingwei spoke to Xie Jingshu from a distance, while Wen Junyuan smiled calmly.

Xie Jingshu suddenly woke up. Unable to walk, he could only crawl towards the door. Seeing dozens of flames streaking across the sky, he burst into tears. He could not do anything.

He fell to the ground and cried, "I'm sorry, I'm useless." He knew the outcome and couldn't change it, and he was so exhausted that he fell to the ground and vomited blood.

A man walked towards them. Xie Jingshu was too weak to sit up and was still in pain and vomiting blood until the man tried to pick him up.

"Let me go, get out, get out, ugh—" Xie Jingshu swung his dragon tail desperately, trying to get rid of the man, and the man spoke,

"Oh, our prince has little ability, but he has a bad temper."

As he said this, he placed Xie Jingshu on the white jade bed, squatted beside the bed and looked at Xie Jingshu, who kept shedding tears.

The blood spread from the corner of his mouth to his heart. The man pinched Xie Jingshu's face.

Xie Jingshu said hoarsely, shaking his head, "Ming Xinli!"

Ming Xinli did not let go of his hand, but squeezed it even harder. Xie Jingshu was forced to look at him and shed tears. In the previous life, the entire dragon clan was wiped out, and this man was also dead.

When meeting Ming Xinli's eyes, Xie Jingshu couldn't stop crying. Fortunately, at least there were still people alive.

When Ming Xinli saw the tearful face, he withdrew his hand.

"Why are you crying?" Was this a joke? Xie Jingshu said nothing, but turned his head away, tears still flowing down, soaking the quilt.

He was so sad that he vomited blood continuously. Ming Xinli helped him up and treated his wounds, but was interrupted by Xie Jingshu.

"I do not need,"

Ming Xinli spread his hands, "Okay, it's okay if you don't need it. I still have some elixirs here. I've already boiled them."

"I... don't want to drink," Xie Jingshu tried to break free with tears in his eyes, but Ming Xinli used her spiritual power to tie him up.

He controlled Xie Jingshu to lean against his shoulder, and a spoonful of bitter medicine flowed into Xie Jingshu's mouth. "I... don't want to drink it,"

Xie Jingshu shook his head, his eyes were red and tears were in the corners of his eyes. He spit out all the medicine. He never took medicine, not even when he was sick.

He was seriously injured and had no strength left. He could only shake his head with tears in his eyes.

"I don't want to." The medicine was spilled on the ground, and Ming Xinli glanced at him.

"You don't want to drink, right?" Xie Jingshu tilted his head and cried, blood and tears mixed together. His dragon tail slammed desperately against the hard white jade bed, and the dragon bones inside were almost broken.

"Will you be happy only if you break this tail?" Ming Xinli asked loudly.

"Don't worry about it. Just go." Xie Jingshu buried his face in the quilt. He couldn't stop crying. He really wanted to cry loudly, but he couldn't cry.

Shedding tears silently, she used her dragon tail to strike the white jade bed, and vented her anger by beating the white dragon tail until it turned red.

The dragon's tail hit a carving on the white jade bed, causing a dull pain.

"Ugh..." Xie Jingshu turned his head and spat out another mouthful of blood on the ground, but his tail continued to whip that spot. "I think you are tired of living,"

Ming Xinli used his spiritual power to control Xie Jingshu's dragon tail, preventing it from touching anything on the white jade bed.

Xie Jingshu looked at him with red eyes, frustrated in his silver eyes.

"Let go, let go,"

"Why do you compete with yourself all day long?"

Ming Xinli was cleaning up the broken bowls and spilling water on the floor, "Oh, even a servant is gone, what a trouble," Xie Jingshu wanted to shake the dragon's tail even though it was suspended in the air.

And her face was still hidden in the quilt, with a large area wet, and she would cry once or twice occasionally.

"Stop crying," Ming Xinli wanted to pull Xie Jingshu up, but Xie Jingshu hid his hands under the quilt.

Ming Xinli said, "You are a dragon, not a turtle. Why are you hiding inside? Come out."

He pulled back Xie Jingshu's quilt and felt the wetness on it. The tip of Xie Jingshu's nose and the corners of his eyes were red.

Ming Xinli reached out to wipe his tears, "Don't cry, let's go out and play, okay?" Ming Xinli put on a gentle expression, with a flattering look on his face. Xie Jingshu still wanted to cry, so Ming Xinli showed his dragon horns,

"I'll let you play with my horns, don't cry," he said, putting his head close to Xie Jingshu's hand.

Xie Jingshu shed even more tears. At least, many people were still alive. But he was sad, so sad that he felt suffocated.

"Hey, is my horn so ugly? Why are you crying like this instead of praising me?" Ming Xinli rubbed Xie Jingshu's hand with his dragon horn in dissatisfaction.

Xie Jingshu touched it twice and covered his eyes with his arms. His eyes were sore from tears. He thought he was useless, he was not good, it was all his fault.

He vomited blood and fainted again. Ming Xinli wiped the tears from his eyes and the blood that flowed all the way to his neck, and sighed.

"You are the only one I have left," Although the dragon clan was not completely wiped out, they still suffered heavy casualties. Most of the soldiers had died in the demon world. If we counted the ones with the least casualties, it would be Luo Feng and Zhou Mu.

He put Xie Jingshu's dragon tail down, placed a pillow under it, and stuffed another pillow beside him. After covering him with the quilt, he touched Xie Jingshu's tail again.

"It's really strange. Instead of sleeping with a pillow, his tail sleeps with a pillow," Xie Jingshu snorted.

With his brows tightly knitted, Ming Xinli pinched Xie Jingshu's brows again and wiped away his undried tears. "Don't cry, it doesn't look good if you cry."

The dragon clan suffered heavy casualties, and Ming Xinli had no relatives around him anymore, only Xie Jingshu was left.