Binding the Dragon for the Empress

Xuanlong woke up in pain, the pain in his stomach was worse than last night, as if something was falling down, his lips were pale, he sat up slowly with his hands on his stomach, and found himself alone in the room, the side of the bed was cold .

"A yuan."

Thinking that Yan Yuan might be in the courtyard, she called hoarsely, but no one responded, not even the palace servants who were supposed to be guarding the door were gone.

Xu thought he had slept for too long, so he left first.

Ah Yuan has to go to the morning court every day, so there is no delay.

Xuanlong lifted the bed curtain, moved his body out of the bed, and walked out in a nonchalant footstep, leaving a blood-red footprint on the ground with every step.

Red drips from the hem of the clothes, hitting the dark floor.

Opening the door and looking, Yan Yuan is no longer there, the courtyard is quiet and the light rain has not stopped.

Xuanlong looked down at the blood under his feet. He thought that the recent abdominal pains were due to the approaching catastrophe and his mana weakened, so he didn't take it seriously, but now it doesn't seem to be the case.

Why is there so much blood...

Last night, he and A Yuan clearly did not make it to the end...

If you go back rashly like this, you will definitely scare Yan Yuan, Xuanlong thought for a moment, then changed into his original shape, and flew to the sky.

Half an hour later, the Dragon Clan territory.

The valley was dark, and the black dragon circled several times in mid-air, and suddenly rushed to the ground and turned into a man in black. The heavy rain from the sky wet the man's clothes and hair. He stumbled and walked in the rain, as if the next second will fall.

Dragons love water, and this rainy weather is just the right time for them to have fun. In the valley, there are many half-sized dragon men and dragon women who turned into their original shapes and flew around in the air, laughing and laughing constantly.

Seeing a foreign dragon breaking in, he immediately became vigilant, and immediately asked the youngest dragon to report to the patriarch, while the rest hid in the bamboo forest not far away and whispered.

Qinglong girl: "Who is he..."

Silver Dragon Boy: "I don't know, I haven't seen it before."

They are all underage, so it is naturally impossible to see the Xuanlong who left the Dragon Clan when he was young. At this moment, an older white dragon girl looked over there and said:

"I heard from my mother before that there was a dragon in the patriarch's family who was born ugly and terrifying, and his personality was particularly withdrawn and unpleasant. No dragon would want to play with him..."

"Later, even the patriarch couldn't tolerate him anymore, so he was expelled. It seems that he even cut off one of his horns."

"Really?" The Qinglong girl widened Shuiling's eyes in surprise.

"Ah."

"That's too pitiful... Dragon horns are indispensable for our dragon clan to court a mate. Having a pair of good-looking dragon horns is more important than a beautiful appearance, and the patriarch is his own mother." The green dragon girl touched her own The dragon horn felt a dull pain... how painful it would be if it was chopped off.

Ordinary dragons keep their horns when they take human form, because they are always proud of having a pair of beautiful dragon horns.

The silver dragon boy snorted coldly: "I think he deserves it. We dragons are born with good looks and have never been ugly. He must have done something wrong in his previous life to end up like this. He was born unlucky."

……

It was said to be whispering, but in fact the volume was not deliberately lowered. Dragons are born with keen five senses, and Xuanlong listened to those words verbatim.

His dark green eyes stared blankly at the muddy ground without any response, and his blurred figure gradually disappeared into the rain.

In the elegant small bamboo courtyard, the gray-haired old man was sitting at a small stone table drinking tea. It was clearly raining tomorrow, but his body was not wet at all, and there was even curling steam above the tea bowl.

Xuanlong pushed aside the half-person-high bamboo fence and quietly walked in front of him.

"See a doctor."

The old man took a sip of hot tea slowly with a look of no surprise, and then raised his slender eyes to look at Xuanlong.

"I will charge you for a hundred years of practice."

Xuanlong nodded.

The old man put the tea bowl in his hand on the table and raised his jaw.

"sit down."

Xuanlong was about to sit down, when the old man suddenly said urgently: "Hey, wait, don't sit down."

"It smells so strong, don't stain my stone stool."

Xuan Long stood up straight again, and stretched out his right hand quietly towards him.

The old man rubbed his hands twice on his blue brocade robe inlaid with gemstones with a sense of ritual, and then put two fingers on Xuanlong's wrist, and probed into his body with his spiritual breath.

With a faint eyebrow raised slightly, he said.

"You are pregnant."

It was raining from the sky, Xuanlong thought he heard it wrong: "...what?"

"Originally hermaphrodite, and then intercourse with a man, the essence will form a knot, and you will have it."

"Fortunately, the fetal breath is not stable, and it is almost gone."

"The catastrophe is approaching, and the spiritual breath is getting weaker. This fetus needs to absorb your spiritual power to grow, which is extremely bad for you. If you want to clean it up, I will boil a bowl of fairy grass for you, drink it and it will be gone."

Xuanlong's lips trembled, and it was already difficult for him to speak. He barely stood up straight, not daring to touch his abdomen. The blood and rainwater under his feet had already formed a puddle: "...If you want to stay."

The old man glanced at his feet, and gave a 'tsk' in disgust: "If I knew it, I wouldn't let you in, and I'll dirty the old man's floor."

Then he picked up the tea bowl on the table and took a sip: "You can think clearly, this is a descendant of the human race, you are a monster, can I be tolerated?"

"I don't know what the hell it was when I was born."

"If you want to stay...what should I do?" Xuanlong lowered his eyes, and the rain trickled down his thick black eyelashes.

"Shame, for the human race to make myself like this, shame, really shameful." The old man seemed to be prejudiced against the human race, and gulped down his tea cursingly.

"..." Xuanlong remained silent.

He used to live in Gutan for a long time, and he was not familiar with the surroundings. He only remembered that there was a holy doctor among the Dragon Clan.

Other than that, he could find no other beings who could help him.

"Preservation has been practiced for thousands of years. Seeing that it's not easy for you now, you can save the hundred dollars for seeing a doctor." The old man put down his tea bowl and stood up. "Come in with me."

"Thank you." Xuanlong struggled to keep up.

The old man walked around the room and searched for something in front of a chest of drawers: "You are not clean, just lie on the floor, lest you dirty the old man's bed and have to clean it up."

"En." Xuanlong responded, supported the door frame, crossed the threshold, stopped going in, slid weakly against the door frame and sat on the ground, panting with lowered eyes.

"How bad is it?" the old man asked.

Xuanlong shook his head, unable to speak anymore.

"It deserves it." The old man cursed, walked over with a white jade bottle glowing with silver light, and handed it to him. "Drink it."

Xuanlong moved his hand hanging on the ground, but failed to lift it up. The old man frowned, pulled off the cover and brought it to his lips: "It's for mending the spirit and stopping the bleeding."

"It took the old man seven to seventy-nine days to boil out such a small pot. You came too late. After drinking it, I will cast the spell. If you can't keep it, you will be left to your fate."