Binding the Dragon for the Empress

"Okay, you take him back, and he will wake up after sleeping for three days."

The old man withdrew his hand, and the greenness on Yan Yuan's forehead completely melted into his body, and his pale face returned to rosy. He had just died not long ago, and his soul had not yet left the body. As long as the inner alchemy restored his body, he could be as good as before. Just as healthy, and getting stronger.

What he took away was not only Xuanlong's ten thousand years of Taoism, but also his thousands of years of merit and luck.

"...Thank you, senior."

Xuanlong thanked in a low voice, stepped back a few steps, and a long sword appeared in his hand. At the same time, a black dragon horn extended from the hair on the left side, about the length of the palm of an adult man, and only half of it on the right side.He swung the long sword, and before the old man could react, the shadow of the sword flashed and chopped off the intact dragon horn by the root.

"Well……"

The dragon horn fell to the ground, leaving an inch-long circular wound at the fracture. Blood gushed out instantly, dripped down his forehead, and seeped into his eyes. Xuanlong didn't care about it, and slowly bent over to pick up the dragon horn.

The old man noticed something, turned around, and said in surprise: "What are you doing?!"

Xuanlong pursed his lips, slowly handed out the bloody dragon horn in his hand, and said hoarsely: "The kindness of the senior... Han Bo will definitely remember it."

The way is exhausted, and the only reward he can give is this dragon horn.

When I came back last time, I agreed to double the remuneration for the miscarriage after the catastrophe passed safely, so I couldn't do it.

The old man's face turned blue: "I said yes, but I didn't ask you to give it now."

"What are you doing in such a hurry!"

Xuanlong was breathing heavily, and the sudden loss of inner alchemy had already made him extremely vulnerable. Losing the dragon horn at this time was like cutting off a hand when he was dying of illness, the pain was comparable.

He is now no different from a mortal, to be precise, he is no different from a terminally ill mortal, not much better than a delicate blue and white porcelain, if it is accidentally dropped on the ground, it will shatter.It would be easy for the human race to kill him.

The only remaining original power was enough to keep him in human form, and to conjure up the long sword that was no longer as powerful as before.

"..."

Xuanlong didn't speak, the old man patted his thigh, took the dragon's horn, pulled Xuanlong to sit down beside the bed, pointed the broken horn at the blood-red fracture, and performed the healing technique with purple light in his palm.

"The old man said that just to test your determination."

"You are good, you have to fold yourself here to be happy, don't you?"

"Senior..." Xuanlong was never used to accepting favors from others for nothing, so he looked sideways at the old man, wanting to get up.

The old man clasped his shoulders and pressed him back: "Don't move!"

"If you move any more, you really won't be able to connect."

A slight coolness came from the wound on the top of the head, covering the pain little by little, Xuanlong was a little at a loss.

"I can no longer afford to pay..."

"I know." The old man supported Xuanlong's horn, watching the wound gradually heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The old man didn't want you either."

"I save demons only by my eyes. If my eyes are good, I won't receive a penny. If my eyes are not smooth, I will receive them for thousands of years."

"I think you are pleasing to the eye, so it doesn't matter if I help you."

"Senior's kindness will never be forgotten." Xuanlong's throat seemed to be blocked by something.

"If you really want to repay me, live on." The old man sighed.

"The old man can't see the dragons of my clan being trapped by love and dying for people."

"It's too late." Xuanlong's eyes fell on the ground, with no regrets in his heart.

"It's not too late." The dragon's horn had already been connected, the old man took out a white handkerchief, and gently wiped the blood on Xuanlong's face.

"If you take away the child, you will be able to live like a human race, at least for a hundred years."

"...I don't want to give up." Xuanlong said.

"Even if the child is born safely, you have at most two years to live. You can accompany him for two years, but what about after two years?" The old man glanced at Yan Yuan on the bed, and calmly judged his current situation for him.

"If this human race can accept the child in your womb, it means that he really loves you. If he loves you so much, if you leave him and the child to sleep in the ground, how can he live?"

"If he doesn't love you, he will definitely not accept the child in your womb. When you pass away, leaving the child to live alone in this world. It's cruel that the father doesn't love you, and the mother doesn't love you."

Xuanlong will not have time to think so much in the future, he originally thought about living alone with the child after giving birth.Now, his life span is only three years, and he must find a safe place for his child before he dies.

As the child's biological father, Yan Yuan is the child's best safe haven by his side.

But, can he really accept the offspring born by the dragon...

"Dare to ask senior, this child gave birth to... a dragon or a human." Xuanlong asked in a low voice.

The old man frowned, and the handkerchief disappeared from his palm: "It's hard to say, it may be a human, it may be a dragon, or it may be half-human and half-dragon."

Xuanlong's throat twitched slightly, which was his expression of nervousness: "What is half a man and half a dragon?"

"It's the human race with dragon horns from birth." The old man said.

"Such a child is a monster in the human race, but also a different kind in the dragon race. Dragons with impure blood will not be accepted by the dragon race."

"..." Xuanlong fell silent after hearing the words.

The old man looked at him worriedly, and said earnestly, "Han Bo, you have to bear too much burden after giving birth to him."

"Without your protection, this child's future life will be precarious and in danger."

Xuanlong's lips moved, and his voice was almost empty: "He should... protect him."

"Hey..." The old man knew that he had made up his mind, so he stopped persuading him, turned around and went outside the house with a long sigh.

Two days later, Xuanlong took Yan Yuan and left the Dragon Realm.

He had no spiritual power and could not fly. The old man sent them down the mountain and bought a spacious carriage. Yan Yuan was still awake, and the couch in the carriage was soft and comfortable, just right for him to sleep on.

When passing through the Meridian Gate, Xuanlong showed the dragon-pattern jade pendant Yan Yuan carried with him, and entered the palace smoothly.

Chen Yan saw Yan Yuan's death with his own eyes, but the body disappeared out of thin air. He couldn't explain to the courtiers, so he concealed the news of his death and secretly sent people out of the palace to look for it.

When Xuanlong appeared in Qiankun Palace with Yan Yuan, who was unharmed, Chen Yan almost thought he was hallucinating, but at the moment Yan Yuan was lying on the dragon bed in good condition, wearing a neat white robe, with a ruddy complexion and a calm breath.

Combining what Yan Yuan said before, that he had met Xuanlong face to face, and seeing Yan Yuan safely landed ashore after staying in the thousand-year-old pool for two days, Chen Yan can be more or less sure of the identity of this 'Mr. Han'.

This is the real dragon appearing.

With cloudy eyes and red eyes, Chen Yan knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Xuanlong, thanking him for saving the emperor's life.Xuanlong got up from the side of the bed, bent over to help him up, and Chen Yan cried for a long time while suppressing his voice, and retreated voluntarily.

The next morning, Yan Yuan woke up leisurely from the bed. The bright yellow tent above him made him a little confused. She raised her hand and touched her chest, and found that it was in good condition. There was no trace of injury on her body. The air made him full of energy, as if he had taken a panacea, and he was extremely comfortable.

There was an inconspicuous breathing sound in his ear, and when he turned his head to look, what caught his eyes was a stern face with sharp edges and corners, his eyelashes were as thick as the shadow of a tree, and the dark gold mask covered the right side of the man's face, but it was still difficult to block the paleness. complexion.

Yan Yuan's heart skipped a beat, she made sure she was not dreaming, and called out: "A Bo..."

Xuanlong was in a deep sleep, he was a little far away from Yan Yuan, less than half a meter between them, Yan Yuan moved over to wrap his arms around his thin waist, and called Xuanlong several times before waking up. Green eyes full of sleepiness.

Yan Yuan's eyes turned red, she clasped his waist tightly, and the two of them pressed close together, so close that the other's breath was within reach: "I thought I'd never see you again."

"You saved me, didn't you?"

"En." Xuanlong's eyes gradually recovered.

"You are willing to save me, which proves that you still love me." Yan Yuan said in a thick nasal voice with the tip of her nose against Xuan Long's.

"This time I will never let you go."

"Abo, stay here, okay?..."

Xuanlong looked at Yan Yuan, but didn't speak.

Yan Yuan rubbed against his nose lightly:

"I said that if there is a next life, I will treat you well. I was dead, but now I live again, it will be regarded as a new life, and I will fulfill my promise."

"You just stay with me? OK?..."

Xuanlong had no expression on his face, he just quietly looked at Yan Yuan with those ice green eyes, making Yan Yuan unable to figure out what he was thinking, she became more and more anxious and said dumbly.

"Actually, what do you say grow old together... It's really to make you happy. You see, you are a dragon, and you are so handsome and young after living for ten thousand years, but I am a human, and I can only live for a hundred years at most."

"Just stay with me by my side and accompany me through these hundred years, okay?"

"After I die, I won't be able to see you like to travel the rivers and lakes, or live in the bottom of the pond. You still have a lot of life to squander. I just want to occupy you for less than a hundred years, so you can fulfill me." ..."

"Apo..."

"OK……"

I don't know if it was because his heart softened, or because he couldn't resist Yan Yuan's coquettishness, after a long period of silence, Xuanlong opened his mouth in a low voice.

"…it is good."

Just one word is enough for Yan Yuan to be overjoyed, his eyes widened in surprise: "Really?"

"En." Xuanlong responded lightly.

"I knew you loved me the most!" Yan Yuan rubbed the man into her arms vigorously, and kissed him delicately, from the ear all the way to Xuanlong's lips.

Xuanlong's lips were slightly thin, but very soft. Yan Yuan first tasted it lightly, and seeing that he didn't refuse, she deepened the kiss. She hadn't vented for a long time, and she was intimate with Xuanlong at first, and soon became angry.

The kiss mixed with lust was domineering and irresistible. Xuanlong had difficulty breathing, and raised his hand to push the person on him away, but Yan Yuan had no intention of backing down. Xuanlong relaxed his strength slowly, and let him manipulate with lowered eyes. The eyelashes trembled slightly with Yan Yuan's hand poking into the hem of her clothes.

When he was about to suffocate, Yan Yuan finally let him go, and turned to attack the belt around Xuanlong's waist. Xuanlong subconsciously pressed his hand, and met Yan Yuan's light brown eyes full of lust.

"Abo, I want to..." Yan Yuan lowered her head and pecked Xuanlong's lips lightly, coquettishly with him.

"...I'm tired today." Xuanlong's throat trembled slightly, and his voice sounded a little tired indeed.

Yan Yuan saw that his face was always so pale, so she didn't care: "I haven't been close to you for a long time, just once, is that okay?"

Looking at each other for a long time, Xuanlong slowly let go of his hand.