[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] The Lord God ruined my childhood!

Melville's expression at that moment was indescribable, and he thought he was hallucinating.

He, he, he is simply disrespectful!To think that the master had scolded so nasty words!

"I quit." Arthur didn't repeat the swear words to increase Melville's irritation, he just sighed softly, "He is still the same as usual, but I succumb to fate, it's really reconciled, I There's something else I want to tell him personally..."

He tilted his head, smiling like never before, the warm light softened his pupils, and the golden pupils were full of light.

"Mel, grow up quickly. When you grow up, I will give you the authority."

Melville was dizzy from his laughter, blushed and lowered his head, suddenly remembered something and suddenly raised his head, "But what about the master? Give me the authority, where is the master going?"

"Don't worry about me, I won't die." The god gave him a back view, "Come with me, I'll find you something delicious."

Melville's worries were quickly diluted by the large amount of food. He didn't know when the master had stored so much food. Many species only existed in the generation of gods, and contained a lot of energy needed by young dragons to grow.He can guarantee that even those first-generation dragons that have grown up don't eat as well as him.

"The first generation of dragons had a very hard life before, and even their prey were stronger than them." The god teased him with a bone, and Melville's eyes showed a strong desire for food. At this time, he forgot even his reserve, and jumped Go up and bite tightly, chewing with a "click click".

"Then how should they live?" He asked vaguely.

"Even so, we still have to live. Only by being more united than now can we obtain food. The most important thing is to firmly believe in the belief in our hearts—the ancestors will come to protect them one day."

With bones stuffed in his mouth, Melville forgot to chew for a moment, and a vague admiration rose in his heart when he heard the word "ancestor".

"The first ancestor is my father. Like Mel, he is a white dragon." When the god talked about the deceased, his tone was relatively calm. "He created the dragon family, but he was not satisfied with this work. In fact, to be frank, I think it's because of his self-esteem, if it wasn't for not being allowed, I'm afraid his body would be destroyed."

Melville vaguely felt that the master had said too much to him, as if there was no future.

"But I saw it. What he thought was incomplete, I saw it in the Dragon Clan. Love each other, support each other in times of distress, and have a little ignorance and love for the things around us. This is the Dragon Clan. "

God thought of the silver dragon guarding an unbloomed flower on the ice field, the amethyst dragon who would never give up on his frail sister, the blue dragon who had been watching someone devoutly, and finally...

Melville's expression changed, an angry expression appeared on his face, he ran out quickly, and then turned back quickly.

"Master! That bastard is here again! He's bringing messy things again!"

The god supported his chin with one hand, and asked with interest: "What did you send this time?"

Gold, precious stones, stones with beautiful patterns, branches where birds nest, eggshells, their own scales, soil and sand, videos of other dragons being unlucky... Black Dragon Sarks's brain is unfathomable.

Melville ran out again, this time he didn't turn back in a hurry, probably because the beautiful scenery in front of him was too pure, and he couldn't bear to say any slanderous words.

Flowers, unknown red flowers, with layers of petals and feathers, piled up from the end of the sky to the entrance of the temple, the black dragon struggled out of the sea of ​​flowers, sneezed, stretched its neck towards the direction of the temple and let out a "wow" .

The god also saw it. He recognized this kind of flower. It has prickly stems and gorgeous flower colors.

The black dragon squatted in such a large sea of ​​flowers. Anyway, its scales were hard and not afraid of sharp thorns, so while posing for the flowers with its tail, it looked in the direction of the temple to please.

The god smiled, and Melville heard the voice of the god at the same time.

"Flame Rose, can you fetch one back for me?"

Melville: ...It's not good. Is the master about to be captured? ! !

Heilong finally found something that the god likes, and he went to plan the next little romance with great interest. The god was not as free as he was, so he summoned Yinlong.

The silver dragon is the closest ancestor to the white dragon. Compared with Melville, who is a creation, his power is stronger and purer.However, the powerful silver dragon knelt respectfully on one knee before the seat of the god.

"Silver Dragon, come here at your call."

"Mel, you go back to the apse." The god temporarily dismissed Melville, and waited until the entire temple was silent before speaking again, "Come and sit, I have worked hard for you all this time."

"No, as long as it's what you want." Yinlong walked up the steps slowly, ignoring the soft chair set up by the gods, still throwing up the hem of his clothes and knelt on one knee, his short silver hair reflected the cold light of the northern kingdom, while his However, it is inevitable that there will be some sincere feelings in the golden pupil, he is sincerely worshiping God.

The god sighed, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the silver hair of the silver dragon.

"Your strength has been finalized. I can no longer give you a name, but I can give your offspring a name. What kind of name do you want?"

Yinlong thought for a while, then smiled slowly, "Please ask for a girl's name, a cuter one."

The god thought for a long time this time, and finally said with a little hesitation, "Elizabeth...how?"

Seeing that Yinlong didn't respond for a long time, he thought that the name didn't suit the other party's wishes, so he immediately planned to make amends.

"If it doesn't suit you..."

"No." Yinlong raised his head, still smiling slightly, "I was just taken aback, because the name is too cute, I might be reluctant to use it, I have to pick the cutest child to accept this name. "

The god also laughed, "Why do you have negative news about your social incompetence? Obviously every word is trying to please people."

Yinlong smiled but said nothing, he felt the hands of the gods were always on top of his head, and the palm was a comfortable temperature.

"The creature you specially ordered has been doing well recently." After chatting and laughing, Yinlong reported in a low voice, "But I feel that the ice sea can no longer hold it, and it won't be long before the eruption will come."

"When are you going to use it?"

"Soon," the god lowered his eyes, "it will come in handy soon, I can't just leave like this, at least wait until the dragon clan is completely stable...Are you afraid of death?"

"If it's for that moment, if it's for your long-cherished wish, death is nothing to fear." Silver Dragon replied respectfully, "Moreover, the concept I accept is different from the norm."

"The silver dragons live in the polar region all year round, and there are also a lot of other races there. Their view of death is very strange. The polar race believes that the dead will turn into wind and snow, and ride on the ice and snow continent forever. It may be the snow in early winter, it may be the snow in late winter, in short, it is an eternal static concept and thought.”

"My death will be the same."

"Do you want that?" Shenming asked abruptly, and after Yinlong nodded in confusion, he wrote down this sentence.

After the establishment of the Dragon Clan Council, it went through a series of intense rectifications, and finally held its first court session.

The first Dragon Clan to be tried was Pure Blood. He was charged with three counts of [rage], [arrogance] and [jealousy].This punishment was many times heavier than the dragons had expected. For a while, there was a lot of turmoil, and no one dared to violate the precepts.

The Dragon Clan who was tried was going to have their dragon language abolished, so of course he refused to accept it. In the face of his personal interests, he raised an objection in court.

"Because you are a mixed blood yourself, do you want to use pure blood for surgery?!" The pure blood dragon clan was indignant, "Where is there any fairness in this world? Should pure blood be oppressed?!"

Melville sneered, he really couldn't bear to listen to such a ridiculous argument.

"Did you not kill those two people of the same race? Or did you not illegally imprison that mixed-race girl? These two things are enough to convict you of death. Exile you to the small world is already an extrajudicial favor for your merits!"

"Inferior ones should be enslaved, and this world of the weak and the strong follows this truth!" The pure-blooded dragon didn't want to repent, and he stared in the direction of the throne of hatred, "You half-blood... ahhh!!!"

Sarks let out a displeased "Tsk", he wanted to do something, but Jin Long preempted him.

The golden dragon's eyes were unprecedentedly gloomy. He looked at the pure-blooded dragon whose chest was pierced by him, and his golden pupils were full of contempt and disgust.

"You are proud of being a pure blood, right?" He asked softly, and without waiting for an answer, he grabbed the opponent's keel and directly pulled the symbol of the dragon clan out of his body!

"Now, you are nothing, not even a dragon."

The screams of pure blood collapse echoed throughout the hall, and the dragons in the spectator seats, no matter pure blood or mixed blood, were all silent. The sudden power of the golden dragon was beyond everyone's expectations. The victors who survived the last era.

In the dead silence, Jin Long waved his hands indifferently, and wiped away some residual blood on his cheeks.The pure dragon blood made his pupils constrict slightly, like some kind of bloodthirsty beast.

"Send him to exile." After finishing speaking, he seemed to dislike the blood on his body and was about to go back to clean it, but Melville stopped him at this moment. There was a little personal fear and scrutiny in the golden pupil, and then Businesslike calm.

"Mr. Patriarch, the master welcomes you."

Jinlong's golden pupils shrank. At that moment, he wanted to hide his bloody hands in his sleeves, but reason forced him to hold back. He took a deep breath and nodded docilely.

"I'll go right away."