1375: Chapter 390: The Most Shaless (Part 2) 1375: Chapter 390: The Most Shaless (Part 2) “You’re still pretending!” Dragon Lich Trapadoni was incredibly anguished, his whole body shivering, and decayed flesh fell like rain, clearly showing his emotional agitation.
“Let make this clear to you!” A delicate voice rang out, the young Fairy Dragon nad Axianu began to speak, her eyes cold as morning stars examining Liu Zhenhan from head to toe, then slowly said, “I, Axianu, am indeed a Fairy Dragon.
You don’t even know my identity, yet you thought I was a Hell Black Dragon.
If that’s not a deceit, then what is?”
“Hehe, kiddo, you are the Hell Black Dragon!
It’s impossible for a Fairy Dragon to beco an undead!” Liu Zhenhan scoffed, thinking he could fool him with such a low-grade lie.
This little girl really underestimated old Liu’s ntal fortitude.
“You’re wrong again, I’m a mixed-blood Fairy Dragon!
You don’t even know my origin, how can you claim to be a Dragon God’s envoy?” Axianu bead brilliantly, although her entire being felt awfully cold, her smile was as warm as sunshine, her youthful beauty unparalleled.
Guoguo tumbled down off Liu Zhenhan’s shoulder.
“Beautifully bubbly~” The parrot rolled its eyes and shook a bit, also plumting to the dust.
“Mixed-blood Fairy Dragon?” Liu Zhenhan glanced coldly at Axianu, bent down to pick up the parrot and Guoguo, and threw them back into the carriage’s compartnt, “Alright, Axianu, even if you truly are a mixed-blood Fairy Dragon, what does that have to do with denying that I am not a Dragon God’s envoy?
You, and you…”
Liu Zhenhan pointed at Dragon Lich Trapadoni and said coldly, “…it seems the Dragon God’s rcy was misplaced this ti!
I am truly heartbroken!”
“Lord Dragon Envoy, if you really are a Dragon God’s envoy, how could you have forgotten about the ‘Buer Cloth Bandana’?” Axianu sneered, “If you were a Beamon, you should have heard about a Buer Tribe Tauren warrior and Fairy Dragon falling in love long ago, and the Dragon God sending down his wrath?”
“Obischillaci!” Liu Zhenhan was stunned for a while, looking at Axianu then at the Dragon Lich, noted their serious non-joking faces, and his eyes glazed over.
Oh God of War!
This tale of the Tauren and Fairy Dragon in love wasn’t that from Beamon fairytales of the Haibo galaxy?
It was said that the ancient Tauren warrior, in a bid to reclaim his abducted wife, relentlessly pursued until the Dragon God drew a galaxy in the vast starry sky with his finger to stall the pining Buer!
Could the legend be real?
Could such a tragic love story have actually happened on Aegean over ten thousand years ago?
Liu Zhenhan was a bit dazed.
“In those tis, Fairy Dragon Buer Cloth Bandana fell hopelessly in love with a Beamon Buer Warrior against Dragon City’s rules, and along with our Hell Black Dragon was exiled from Dragon City!
Are you unaware of this, Lord Dragon Envoy?” Dragon Lich Trapadoni taunted old Liu sharply.
“So Axianu’s black Dragon Horn is not because she’s a Hell Black Dragon Lich, but because she’s a mix of Beamon Tauren and Fairy Dragon?
Because the horns are black, right?” Liu Zhenhan stared at Axianu, sighed softly, “Could her na also just coincidentally be the sa as that of the first beauty among the Hell Black Dragons?”
“Do I even need to say it?” Dragon Lich scoffed: “I almost let you, a re crawler, deceive !
Initially, I truly thought you were the Dragon God’s envoy!
I thought you brought the Dragon God’s decree, to forgive Buer Cloth Bandana’s cris!”
“Who says I’m not the Dragon God’s envoy?
Hehe…Just because you say so?” Liu Zhenhan with a gruff face, “How do you know the Dragon God hasn’t spoken to ?
Maybe I’ve just got amnesia?”
Seeing the Dragon Lich about to erupt in anger, Liu Zhenhan quickly gestured with his hands, “Wait up!
Damn!
If we’re going to fight, at least let’s make everything clear first!”
“When my mother was banished to the Underground World, she was already pregnant with .
Sadly, due to her profound sadness and despair, she passed away soon after.
I had to hatch by myself in her belly…” Axianu looked sorrowfully at her pale little hands, a faint deathly chill silently forming at her fingertips into a blooming daffodil.
“That’s wrong!
You’re clearly an undead!” Liu Zhenhan stroked his chin, “Weird!
Why would an undead need to hatch?”
“I was born with the aura of death, I don’t know whether to consider myself undead or part of the Dragon Clan.” Axianu spoke softly.
“I see, no wonder Trapadoni needed to consult you!” Ji Sikaibi smacked his lips, “As an undead of the higher Dragon Clan, you indeed qualify to converse with .”
“If only you truly were a Dragon God’s envoy!
I really wish to ask Haibo Dragon God… after ten thousand years… if the Dragon God has forgiven my poor mother?
My father Best buried himself at the highest peak of Tarlarya Mountain, waiting there to reunite with my mother on the surface!” Tears silently slid from Axianu’s eyes, swiftly forming ice crystals mid-air, crashing to the ground and shattering: “I dream of mingling my mother’s ashes with my father’s…
I’ve dread of it…
for ten thousand years…”
Her grief seed to carry a contagious magical power, causing Liu Zhenhan to involuntarily sigh deeply, while Ji Sikaibi softly sobbed.
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