What if the turtle raised by the evil dragon crashes to death?

"What to do if you accidentally kill the turtle the evil dragon is raising?" The little dragon's body refinement path needs to be gradual. Letting her crash into mountains from the start isn't very friendly. It's better to let her crash into turtles first.

The little dragon he picked up is different from him. During his childhood, no powerful adult dragon picked him up, and no adult dragon sheltered him.

In that situation, to give his dragon body a strong resistance to blows, crashing into mountains day after day was the most effective and convenient body refinement method he could think of.

The little dragon doesn't need that. Living with him, this adult Black Dragon, she doesn't have any survival pressure for the time being. Getting stronger can be done slowly.

No need to be as aggressive as he was in his childhood.

Getting stronger takes time, and dragons have the most of it.

Ten years of body refinement isn't strong enough? Then refine for a hundred years, five hundred years, a thousand years, two thousand years.

When the little dragon appears in the human world again as an evil dragon, he can't guarantee she'll have the power to do whatever she wants, but he can guarantee she'll have the ability to kidnap princesses, raise princesses, and escape to save her life.

Something feels off? Raise princesses? Lance turned his head to look at the little dragon not far beside him.

The little dragon is female. What princess would a female little dragon raise? Shouldn't she be raising a prince? Raising a prince? Forget it, forget it, better to continue instilling the idea of raising a princess in her.

If the little dragon really runs to the human world to pick up a prince to raise, with her intelligence, she'd probably be swindled out of everything she owns before long, and might even have to give herself away.

Better to raise a princess. If a princess swindles her, she'll only swindle her into becoming a bestie.

If a prince swindles her, he might even swindle away her life.

Lance imagined a future where he was married and had a dragon child, and the dragon child was a girl.

The dragon child grows up and runs to the human world to capture a handsome human prince.

Then, in their interactions, the dragon child develops feelings for the human prince.

Pa-ji—

Lance stopped his fantasy because the prince in his fantasy was slapped to death by his dragon claw.

Swindling his dragon child's life, death.

"Crash, crash, crash, I'll crash into turtles, I'll crash this afternoon!"

Lucia trembled. Just now, for a moment, the evil dragon Lance's golden-red vertical pupils became so terrifying.

In that instant, the evil dragon seemed to have transformed from a kind and amiable old grandpa who liked to bask in the sun into a ferocious butcher.

Was it really necessary to be so scary just for hesitating a little? If you had shown such a fierce look earlier, don't even mention crashing into turtles, even if you asked me to crash into mountains with my head, I would have agreed immediately.

Lucia was sobbing and complaining about the evil dragon in her heart.

But compared to crashing into mountains, she still wanted to crash into turtles. After all, turtles are so small, and no matter how hard their shells are, could they be harder than her [little dragon]'s Amethyst Dragon Scales? Although she is a [defective] little dragon, she really does possess some of the abilities of a [little dragon].

Her Amethyst Dragon Scales can't be scratched by a small knife.

Artifacts don't count.

If a legendary artifact were to appear, it could probably even kill the evil dragon beside her.

The evil dragon's dragon body strength isn't even as good as a Red Dragon's. An artifact could definitely easily pierce his Dragon Scales and injure him.

"Crashing will be in the afternoon; now is the time to enjoy life and appreciate nature."

"Oh. Um, Lance, what if I accidentally kill the tortoise?"

"I was just about to tell you, when you crash into the tortoise, do it with the intention of killing it, use all your strength, and kill it."

If the dragonling could kill the tortoise he raised, he would dare to make the tortoise shell into a house and give it to the dragonling to live in.

Provided the dragonling had the strength.

"If... the tortoise really gets killed by me, you... you won't hit me, will you?"

The evil dragon Lance kept two pets, the Hellhound Er Gouzi, and a tortoise.

The tortoise that the evil dragon was letting her crash into was probably the one he kept.

What if she killed the tortoise the evil dragon kept, and the evil dragon felt sorry for it and hit her? That Dragon Fist to her head this morning hurt, okay?

Besides, she was an imperial princess; did she not have any dignity being hit on the head by an evil dragon's fist?

If she became the empress in the future, being hit by an evil dragon would become her dark history.

Which emperor had ever been hit by an evil dragon? The Farolyn Empire's Empress Lucia had been hit by an evil dragon, and not only had she been hit by an evil dragon, but she had also been captured by an evil dragon. Absolutely could not let such a thing be recorded in the Farolyn Empire's history.

"If you can kill the tortoise I keep, not only will I not hit you, but I will also give you a beautifully decorated Dragonling Nest."

"Come, come, you... you write this sentence in the notebook, or I'm afraid you'll go back on your word later."

Lucia handed the notebook that the evil dragon had given her to Lance.

Verbal promises were unreliable; a written agreement was needed.

Lance laughed. You say this dragonling doesn't have a high IQ, but when it comes to matters concerning her own interests, she still knows how to protect them.

Without hesitation, Lance took the notebook and pen and quickly wrote down his promise to the dragonling.

"Ah? Draconic?"

"That's right."

The cunning and treacherous evil dragon actually used Draconic to write the agreement.

Bullying her for not knowing Draconic.

No, in order not to get hit, she had to learn Draconic as soon as possible.

The tortoise kept by the evil dragon might be killed by her in two or three days.

Lucia reluctantly took back the notebook.

She hoped that what the evil dragon wrote in the notebook was really what he had just said.

She didn't care about the dragon nest; she just didn't want the evil dragon to hit her if the tortoise was killed by her.

"Do you want to eat some fruit?"

"I want to study Draconic while eating fruit."

"Now?"

"Mm!"

To avoid becoming an emperor with a dark history, and to prevent the evil dragon from having a chance to go back on its word, she had to strive to learn Draconic as soon as possible! "Alright."

Lance took out the kindergarten version of the Draconic textbook he had written last night. He had written two copies, one for the dragonling and one for himself.

Draconic was the most ancient of languages. Elven Language, Beastman Language, and Dwarven Language were also very old, but as time passed, the languages of these three races had gradually undergone some changes.

Only the Draconic of the Dragon race had maintained its original form.

"Lance, what are these runes?"

"These are phonetic symbols. Learn these first. Once you can pronounce the phonetic symbols, learning Draconic will be very simple. Come on, repeat after me: a, o, e."

"Ah, wo, e."

"Very good, great, let's continue."

"i, w, u."

"Ee, wu, yu."

"b, p, m, f."

"Bo, po, mo, fu."

"f."

"Fu."

"Nian fo." (Recite Buddha)

"Nian fu." (Recite fu)

Lucia was a little proud. These phonetic symbols weren't that difficult, were they? Look how standard her pronunciation was.

Lance discovered that teaching the dragonling he had picked up Draconic was not as simple and easy as he had imagined.

Bear with it, he thought. This afternoon, he would carve a Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon for her to see, to let her know what [Buddha] was.

After an hour, Lance ended the lesson.

He took out a watermelon from the Adamantine Circle to moisten his throat.

He also took out a few walnuts and two apples for the dragonling to eat.

Eating walnuts helps the brain grow, so he had to let the dragonling eat more.

The dragonling carefully nibbled on the apple. When it came to learning Draconic, she didn't seem to be very smart.

Well, he thought, he'd better be gentler when ramming the turtle this afternoon, otherwise, if he killed the evil dragon's turtle, it would definitely beat him up.