[System] I heard that I rely on the face of the king

The flower pavilion of the temple is favored by elves all year round, but the kingfisher is not as good as the pair that has been painted in the flower pavilion.

You Huang didn't seem to expect that the child would be generalized by him, and panicked for a moment, but the young man was as proud as a child amidst the screams of the priestess.

"Longzu Youhuang, do you think it's strange? I felt inexplicably familiar with you from the first time I saw you." The young man opened the distance between them, his eyebrows and eyes were bent, and he looked at those rare black eyes. Upward, inexplicably charming, "You should belong to me."

"Could it be that this is the Son's confession?" You Huang smiled calmly and at ease.

"What do you think?" The young man let go of his hand, brushed off the fallen leaves and petals gracefully on his body, and pretended to be indifferent, "I'm warning you, don't think I don't know what you want to do? I love you very much, although I have always been a puppet of the temple, but I am not confused, no one knows better than him what you are doing when you come back."

"So?" There were slight ripples in the black eyes, and they waved their hands to shield the surroundings so that outsiders could not hear their conversation.

The young man seemed very satisfied with the other party's actions, and it seemed that he felt right, "We can cooperate, and I can help you achieve your goal." His expression suddenly became strange, "Your throne and silver wings!"

"What about you, what do you want?"

"I just want to find out what a humanoid who has been cursed since childhood and doesn't even have black wings on his body is." The exquisite and moist pupils darkened, and an extremely vivid performance, "Then what am I?" ? Monster? Alien?”

The black pupils were constricted, and the fists were clenched. No one knew better than him where the youth's curse came from. He was sent back to the Dragon Clan by his father 300 years ago, and his clan didn't want him to interfere with the Eldar race, a race used by the gods.

But he couldn't, he resolutely chose to return when he received the imperial edict from King Xueji.

"Ouch!" The young man covered his forehead in pain, looked at the other party and laughed jokingly, what a showman!

"Don't think that I don't know what you guys are trying to do. Cooperating with you is like seeking skin from a tiger." You Huang smiled, absolutely glamorous.

"You, you, you, you are not afraid that I will report you to the Holy Father!" The young man was furious, his beautiful and delicate face distorted, "I was really blinded by a ghost. I didn't realize that you were this kind of dragon."

"Go ahead, do you think they don't know what I'm doing back here?" The young man looked at him with a restrained smile, "It's just that they each have a dark heart."

"Tsk." I can't go on acting, this trick is useless to him, "Anyway, the future is long, and it is not certain who will get the throne and silver wings."

Youhuang raised her eyes, her eyes were deep, she looked at the eccentric young man, and said in a low voice, "Ah Chen, if one day, the truth of the matter is far more cruel than you imagined, it will destroy all your past and future vitality, and you still don't know what to do?" Do you want to know the truth? If I come here, it’s not only for Sky City and Yunting Temple, then will you choose to cooperate with me?”

The young man was swollen, he obviously just wanted to eat his heart, he didn't want to think about such a deep question at all, okay?I had no choice but to pretend to be crazy and said stupidly, "I thought your dragon clan was a chic and arrogant race, but I didn't expect you to make such an assumption?" After that, he turned around gracefully and briskly and left the flower pavilion without making any unnecessary stops.

Neither of them told the truth to each other, or they both felt that each other hadn't reached the time to open up for each other, at least now they were reaching out to each other purposefully.

That night, the boy's curse struck again, and every time the scorching fire made him want to free himself, just when he was suffering and picked up ice cubes to stuff into his heart, Youhuang appeared in time and knocked him unconscious he.

The boy at that time was already out of shape, and it wasn't the first time he saw this kind of curse attack. At that time, he believed that he was his fate.

"Brother... Ah Zhen..." He held his wrist that was as scorched as charcoal. Like Xue Luolante, he could only temporarily suppress but was unable to completely suppress the curse of the gods, allowing the ice to seal his body until the curse is over.

Back then, Xue Luolante retrieved Zhen, and the only way to preserve his life was the 280-year freeze. If it hadn't been for the sudden change 20 years ago, it is estimated that the other party would not suddenly let him grow normally.

"Ah Chen, don't blame me." You Huang kissed the boy's cheek through the ice, "The throne and the silver wings are what I want."

A frozen teardrop dropped silently from under the icy eyelashes like fan feathers, like black ink.

The aroma of the devil fruit attracted many night elves and little devils, entered the ice cellar, and surrounded the ice coffin densely.

You Huang stood up slowly, her dark pupils constricted, watching those little things melting into the ice step by step, crawling beside the young man, absorbing the sweet and seductive smell from him.

The devil fruit is almost ripe.

If he didn't seize the time to take down the silver wings, then the bone of the gods would eventually turn into dry bones and be useless.

Outside the curved mirror in Yunting, the trees are shadowy. As he gets older, King Xueji misses his youth more and more, especially since he is still a ridiculous humanoid prince who doesn't even have the right to inherit, living his most miserable life. Absurd life, until he met the girl from the Dragon Clan.He shared joys and sorrows with him, survived difficulties, escaped from the frame of other princes, and successfully ascended the throne.

At that time, Yunting and the temple were still on an equal footing, because Long Ji possessed power comparable to that of a god.

That beautiful woman with an oriental face had a gentle yet strong character, until later, they had a lovely son.The child had almost inherited his mother's appearance and wisdom. He had been wise and calm since he was a child, without any of the dragon's greed and arrogance.

The only imperfection is probably the little monster created by Long Ji. Since his appearance, it seems to have suddenly broken the balance between Yunting and the temple.Because of the dragon god's curse, Long Ji colluded with the demons and betrayed the gods, and even involved many priests at that time. The battle 300 years ago left the temple at a disadvantage and lacked priests.

It's just that he didn't have the courage to annex the temple at that time, so that the Yunting Temple became one again, instead of being completely reduced to the weak side.

Maybe that happy time was too memorable, and it became his nightmare, day and night like a serious illness.

"Long Ji, Long Ji! That child, that child, came back to take revenge, to take revenge..." King Xueji raised his voice and pointed at the dome where the Qionghua was blooming. into a nightmare.

Beyond the curved mirror, at the top of the long pavilion, the black pupils of the black-haired young man in white turned scarlet.