Let the system try to save the world

"It has nothing to do with... him." The person who spoke had obviously changed. The cuckoo desperately grabbed the dragon's tail. She was so strangled that her eyes rolled back, but she still had a sense of pride and unwillingness to admit defeat.

"I don't want to listen." If this cuckoo wasn't a walking corpse and had already died, he would have stabbed her to death. "My brother taught me not to listen to the villain telling her tragic story."

"Why aren't you dead yet?" The cuckoo's neck broke with a snap. Seeing that she was still staring at him with eyes full of hatred, Lu Jingming was quite confused.

"The eagle is a descendant of the phoenix. It's not that easy for it to die." Yan Che's voice sounded from behind, "I'm sorry."

A hand covered with dragon scales passed through his abdomen. Lu Jingming lowered his head and saw a small jade bottle in the hand, which contained some red liquid.

It's his blood.

Lu Jingming was on guard against attacks from behind, so he used dragon scales to protect himself. But who knew that Yan Che, who had been keeping silent, would suddenly attack and grab his kidney.

Naturally, only the dragon clan can break the dragon clan’s defense.

"You bastard..." Lu Jingming held the hand angrily, "You've messed up my intestines!"

"I'm helping you, you know that?" Longwei let go of the half-dead She Yinglu and hit him from behind. "You're such an ungrateful person. I curse that your son will have no asshole."

"Help me?" Some of the demons around him rebelled and jumped off the Zeyang Mountains, their lives or deaths unknown. Some of them tried to force Lu Jingming to take the position of the so-called demon king, but were knocked down by Lu Jingming. Yan Che no longer pretended. He pulled out his hand and jumped back a few steps. "Heh, when did I need someone to help me?"

Yan Che stretched out his ten fingers, which were as white as a young man's. He slowly licked the blood off his fingertips and narrowed his eyes as if drunk. "So this is the smell of a pure-blooded dragon."

"You're so fucking disgusting!" Lu Jingming saw him licking his own blood with an intoxicated look on his face. He didn't know whether it was because of excessive blood loss or anger. He covered the wound on his stomach and trembled all over. "Don't lick my blood."

Wounds caused by the same kind are extremely difficult to heal. Lu Jingming barely exchanged a few moves with Yan Che. Yan Che remained calm the entire time. He knew that Lu Jingming was bleeding, and all he had to do was to drag him out until he was exhausted.

"You bastard." Lu Jingming was so angry. In the past, he was the only one who could make sneak attacks on others. He had never seen a prince of the demon clan make sneak attacks. He racked his brains and blurted out the dirty words he had learned from those soldiers at the Xihe base, and greeted Yan Che's eighteen generations of ancestors in eight languages.

"Shut up." Yan Che listened to those messy words like "Bagaya Lufak" and knew that they were not good words. He made a silencing spell and walked in front of She Yinglu, "Wait for me to deal with you one by one."

"Yunyu." Yan Che looked coldly at Yuyu who was lying on the ground. Her neck was broken by Lu Jingming, and she was looking at him from a weird angle. "You didn't want to be chosen as the Crown Princess back then."

"I don't like to force things, so I chose Qingluan." Yan Che continued, "Whether you elope with that illegitimate child or flee to the ends of the earth, I don't care."

"I don't care that you and that group of people of unknown origin tainted the bloodline of the dragon race and created a monster."

"I didn't care that you stole the unhatched eggs of the dragon clan." Yan Che lifted up the crumbling neck of the cuckoo and said gently, "I have given you everything. I have turned a blind eye to everything. Why do you still want to take my position as the Demon King?"

“Pah.” The phoenix sneered, as if she wanted to spit on Yan Che’s face, but unfortunately, half of her face was now made of bones, and she probably didn’t have any salivary glands. “In the mortal world, there is a saying that the emperor takes turns to sit on the throne, and today it’s my turn. Do you think that you have been born into a good family, and the position of the demon king is set in stone? I won’t let you do as you wish.”

"What do you know? I have devoted my life to the demon world!" Yan Che roared.

"You are not worthy!" The cuckoo retorted, "The selfish desires in your heart make me sick! Just tell me where His Majesty Xiubai is?"

"Speak now, you can't say it, right?" The cuckoo coughed twice, "Humph, you're just one step behind, I have nothing to say, you can kill me or chop me up as you please."

Lu Jingming was crawling stealthily. He wished that the two of them could chat for a while longer and that they would never find out that he was running away.

No one noticed that a big locust tree seemed to have grown legs and quietly left the battle circle.

"I won't kill you." Yan Che put down the face of the eagle and wiped his palm repeatedly as if he had taken something dirty. "Killing you is too much effort. I want you to watch me ascend to the supreme position."

"Supreme?" A meteor fell from the sky, and Yan Che was startled, revealing his true form as a white dragon with four claws and wings, intending to withstand the attack.

The white dragon was hit by a fierce attack, its body trembling violently, and its huge dragon wings hung down weakly behind it.

This is Yan Che’s real body. Its scales are covered with deep wounds, and blood is gushing out of them, dyeing its snow-white body red.

Bai Long's eyes had lost their former sharpness and majesty. He didn't expect that he would be defeated so quickly. Yan Che lowered his head with difficulty, his body staggering, as if he would fall down at any time.

Despite being severely injured, Bailong still tried to maintain the last bit of will and was unwilling to give up easily.

Xi Qi Huang had already leapt to the Zeyang Mountains. He dragged the dragon's tail with one hand, swinging it like a child skipping a rope, "You bastard! I haven't even beaten Lu Jingming yet!"

"Stop, Uncle Xi!" Lu Jingming finally broke free from the silencing spell, "You're almost throwing him to death!"

"What did I teach you?" Xi Qihuang threw away Yan Che's dragon body and clapped his hands, "I want to kill him while he's sick, and you still want to plead for him?"

"No." Lu Jingming said, "Xi Tong said that you shouldn't have killed your brother before."

"These are all protected animals. They should be put in zoos for protection."

Xi Qihuang almost couldn't hold it in. God knows how scared he was when he felt that the spiritual consciousness he placed on Lu Jingming was touched.

It was Lu Jingming who was trained by him at Xihe Base. During these ten years, Lu Jingming spent more time with him than Xitong and Lu He.

Compared to Xitong's fake son who was not fun at all, he had long regarded Lu Jingming as his own son.

"A001, I want to kill Yan Che." Xi Qihuang said to Xi Tong in his mind before leaving, "Will it affect your arrangements?"

"I think, maybe, it's possible." Seeing everything in front of him, Xitong said, "It doesn't matter whether he is killed or not."

"You've already crippled him."

"Okay." Xi Qihuang threw a bottle of pills to Lu Jingming and told him to heal his wounds by himself.

Neither he nor Xitong wanted to take direct action. It was like a doctor suddenly showing up for the final exam of elementary school students. Not only would the questions be child's play for them, but he might also beat the other children taking the exam to death.

If you overturn the table when you are unhappy with the game of chess, what is the point of playing it?