Shadow Demons Suppressed by the Golden Staff as Yin Soldiers Patrol

I remember now, that neighbor's Sister-Protecting Maniac. He would cause trouble for anyone who got close to his sister, because in his eyes, all demons, vampires, or other Demon Race who got close to his sister had bad intentions towards her.

During his time studying in the Abyss, this demon's sister visited him several times. Then one day, this Little Devil, along with a few companions, ambushed him on the road.

Then, he beat him and his companions up.

In the days that followed, he would beat up this devil every few days. It wasn't that he liked beating him up, but that this devil never learned his lesson and would always try to ambush him.

I was tired of beating him up during that time, and to avoid him continuing to harass me, I told him that I had no feelings for his sister.

As a result, the guy became furious and roared, "My sister is so beautiful and gentle, how dare you, you dog, have no feelings for my sister?"

A brainless Sister-Protecting Maniac.

It's not okay to like his sister.

You can't dislike his sister either.

He's a troublesome devil. If you encounter him, there's no need for words; just knock him out. It's effortless and saves you trouble.

He is now the Small Underworld Reaper of the Underworld, judging from his condition. He must have become the Small Underworld Reaper of the Underworld after his death.

It's unclear whether this Sister-Protecting Maniac died of natural causes or was killed by a powerful demon.

"Demon." Lance took a sip of red tea, put down the teacup, and waved to the demon who wanted to abduct the dragon cub. "Let's go. You should be glad that the Dragon God Temple doesn't have any priests right now. If the Dragon God Temple had priests now, you Small Underworld death god might already be imprisoned."

"Master, your dragon cub seems to have a connection with my Small Underworld. May I sign Soul Retriever Contract with her?"

"Cannot."

"Brave man, let me tell you about our Small Underworld. Actually, our Small Underworld is also known as the Netherworld. Like Hell, it is in charge of life and death and reincarnation. Little Dragon has become Soul Retriever. In the future, even angels will have to give her some respect when they see her."

Moreover, our Small Underworld possesses strength comparable to Hell itself. Furthermore, our Small Underworld has Ten Kings of Hell, each possessing the power of a demon god.

Which genius demon from the Ten Kings of Hell of Hell has brought to life the story he told back then? And he even dares to rival Hell! Hell has truly been underestimated.

Not to mention challenging Hell's authority, he might even have the dragon cub sign a Soul Retriever Contract fun.

They all want to rival Hell? Well, forget it. How can a Small Underworld that's only been around for a few thousand years compare to Hell, which has existed for countless millennia? If the dragon cub really becomes Soul Retriever the Small Underworld, he'll be on Hell's wanted list sooner or later.

"No interest. Let's go. Don't bother my little dragon anymore, or I won't mind turning into a protective crazed maniac and beating you up, or handing you over to the temple's clergy."

The fiercely protective demon, who had once again concealed his true form beneath his wide-brimmed hat, momentarily lost his composure. Those four words reminded him of a vicious and gloomy Black Dragonkin neighbor.

That damn guy beats him up whenever he sees him, and before he knocks him out, he always looks at him with disgust and says he's a Sister-Protecting Maniac.

This guy, through his own strength, managed to rise from a low-level Demon Race to the mid-level Demon Race circle, and then even entered the high-level Demon Race circle. After that, there was no news of him. A very long time later, he heard that the Abyss Higher Academy had exceptionally admitted a Black Dragonkin. That Black Dragonkin had excellent grades and had become friends with several royal families at the time.

After that, there was little news of him. The next time news of the Black Dragonkin was heard, it was because the Black Dragonkin had stolen the forbidden spells from the Various Royal Families. Black Dragonkin Lance!

A very old name.

I heard that several kings of the Abyss Demon Race have issued warrants and offered bounties for this Black Dragonkin. During his time on missions in the human world, he has also encountered many Demon Race.

"I apologize for disturbing you. I will not appear in front of you and Xiaolong again."

The demon Grim Reaper bowed slightly, paid his respects to Lance, and then disappeared into the void.

He used to be Sister-Protecting Maniac, and he can understand the feeling of wanting to protect one's family.

He's not the fierce and gloomy Black Dragonkin he used to be; he can't beat this fierce protector of his cub.

Even the Black Dragonkin of that time probably couldn't defeat this fierce protector. No, if the Black Dragonkin who stole the forbidden spells of the Various Royal Families was the same ruthless and gloomy Black Dragonkin, then maybe he could defeat this fierce one.

A forbidden curse of royalty. It can easily slay dragons.

The young dragon sat down beside Lance. The hellish grim reaper was finally gone—no, he was the demon grim reaper, with a pair of demon horns on his head.

The Small Underworld.

It seems there's a Small Underworld within the area under Death God Solomon's jurisdiction.

Should we ask the dragon? No, never mind.

You won't keep seeing the demons and death gods of the Small Underworld.

"Lance, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

What would you like to eat?

"Barbecued meat."

"Then let's have barbecue tonight."

"I also want to eat barbecue."

After working all afternoon, the red dragon heard the conversation between the young dragon and Lance, threw down the shovel in his hand, and hurriedly chimed in.

It's true that he smashed the big crater in the grass, but it was Duke Lance of Saint Blue who threw him from the sky to the ground.

Logically speaking, Lance should have worked like him; in fact, he spent an afternoon supervising the work in the courtyard.

Shame!

Being bullied by humans is a disgrace to dragons!

"Accommodation is included, but meals are not. If you want barbecue, you'll have to pay for it."

"I'm not eating anymore. Anyone can make a barbecue."

"I admire self-reliant dragons."

After sitting in the courtyard for a while, Lance got up and started preparing ingredients. The young dragon helped Lance prepare scallions, ginger, garlic, fruit, and Fruit Wine.

After finishing his work, Honglong handed the shovel to the maid Ingrid. Seeing the fruit, Fruit Wine, and vegetable salad on the table, he felt a pang of envy.

Would you like some fruit?

"Do you want money?"

"It's free, I'll treat you to a meal, but I can only offer you two apples and three bananas."

The young dragon, wearing an apron, took two apples and three bananas from the fruit plate and handed them to the red dragon.

"Little Amethyst Dragon, I, Stephens the Red Dragon, accept your friendship. Once Dragon Island Dragon Island appears, if you ever want to go there, just let me know and I'll take you."

While I can't guarantee you a long-term stay on Dragon Island Dragon Island, I can certainly arrange for you to stay for a short period.

The red dragon took the apple and banana that the baby dragon offered him and ate them.

The amethyst baby dragon has very clear eyes, but its bloodline is somewhat impure. If it were Pure-Blooded Amethyst Dragonling, we would take it back to Dragon Island and hand it over to the Amethyst Dragonling Amethyst Dragon Clan when Dragon Island appears.

Since she wasn't Pure-Blooded Amethyst Dragonling, all he could do was take her to Dragon Island so she could see the legendary Dragon Island.

"Little Amethyst Dragon, if you have nowhere to go after this human dies, you can come to me."

Lance, who was preparing the beast leg, stopped what he was doing when he heard the red dragon's words. He turned his head and glanced at the red dragon. Was he trying to steal his dragon cub right in front of him?

I hit too lightly this morning; I should have hit harder.

"What are you looking at? To put it bluntly, as a human, you can't live forever until you become a god. You will eventually die. It would be best if I took care of the Purple Crystal Dragon after you died."

"I have no problem with that. As long as the dragon cub is willing, I don't mind letting you raise the cub for me."

The baby dragon grinned.

No one but the evil dragon has the chance to raise her.

"I will inherit your estate and raise the amethyst dragon for you."

"???"

Lance chased after the red dragon Stephens with a knife.

This dog, Red Dragon, still wants to inherit his estate. His estate will only be left to the dragon cub. Anyone else who covets his estate will die.

When Stephens the Red Dragon fled for his life, he casually stole two bottles of Fruit Wine from the dining table. The Duke of Saint Blue was somewhat ungrateful.

If he hadn't run fast enough, the dragon's tail would have been chopped off by this guy if he had actually tried to cut him with a knife.

He had absolutely no respect for dragons.

He didn't care at all whether he was Pure-Blooded Dragon or not. He chased the red dragon for three blocks and only returned to the courtyard to continue cooking the roasted beast leg after making sure the red dragon was out of his sight.

"Don't worry, Lance, you might be the one to inherit my estate in the future."

"You really want me to take care of you in your old age and see you off when you die?"

Lance picked up a spoon and gave his dragon cub a light tap on the head, clearly annoyed. He had no intention of inheriting the dragon cub's legacy.

He only wanted the dragon cub to inherit his legacy.

"No, I'm not Pure-Blooded Dragon and I won't live much longer. If I accidentally die before you, you can inherit my estate without any guilt."

"Don't worry, I will definitely make you Pure-Blooded Dragon before you turn two thousand years old."

"Yes, I will try my best to evolve too!!!" The baby dragon pulled up the chef's hat on its head. The evil dragon was good in every way, but it just liked to hit her on the head.

If you were to live with a dragon for hundreds of years, you wouldn't even need to practice Iron Head Skill; the dragon could just smash an iron head into hers.

At 10 p. m., the barbecue was ready—five roasted animal legs.

Lance ate one roasted beast leg, the young dragon ate three roasted beast legs, and Ingrid ate the remaining roasted beast leg.

Roasted animal leg paired with Fruit Wine is so delicious, the more you eat, the better it gets.

The Baijiu smells very good too.

While Lance wasn't looking, the young dragon secretly drank half a glass of Baijiu (Baijiu). After downing the glass, she felt a fiery sensation rush down her throat and into her stomach. She quickly ate a bite of roasted meat, and then a whole new world opened up for her. Roasted meat with Baijiu seemed even better than with Fruit Wine! The young dragon began begging Lance to pour her half a bottle of Baijiu so she could eat the roasted Baijiu with it. Half a bottle? Forget about it.

Three Baijiu is fine.

Since the dragon cubs had all drunk their share, Lance also poured Ingrid a glass of Baijiu for Ingrid to try.

Ingrid was flattered that the Viscount himself poured her wine—what kind of treatment was this? Even the princesses of the Red Maple Kingdom might not receive such treatment.

To be honest, the Viscount is very casual with his own people, and the hierarchy isn't very clear around him.

After downing a glass of Baijiu, Ingrid's face instantly turned red.

We ate dinner until midnight.

Summer is here. Looks like it's time to drink beer.

Next time, let's find a small riverbank, put some watermelons on the ice, a dozen or so bottles of beer, and grill some meat while drinking.

Once Saint Blue's financial crisis is over, let's invite Ticia, Claire, and the others to celebrate together.

Taking a break is good for your physical and mental health.

The little dragon had a pretty good alcohol tolerance; after drinking five ounces of Baijiu, he wasn't drunk and could even help Ingrid clear the table.

Lance lay down.

Lying on a rocking chair in the courtyard, with a blanket draped over me, I admired the beautiful night sky in the early morning.

After Young Dragon finished cleaning up the dishes, Ingrid told him to go rest, saying she could handle the rest herself.

Young Dragon didn't stand on ceremony with Ingrid. She took out a rocking chair from her Lucky Coin, placed it not far from Lance's rocking chair, and, imitating Lance, lay down on the rocking chair, covered herself with a blanket, looked at the stars in the night sky for a while, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

After eating and drinking to his heart's content, and with the slight buzz from the Baijiu, Youlong was extremely relaxed. The early morning breeze blew, and he fell asleep immediately.

Lance turned his head to look at the dragon cub, and seeing that the dragon cub fell asleep instantly, he smiled slightly and closed his eyes as well.

He wasn't worried about the dragon cub getting cold. Given the dragon cub's current constitution, even if she were placed in the freezing cold, she might not get cold.

It's so pleasant to sleep with the evening breeze blowing.

Lance fell asleep shortly afterward.

The lights in the courtyard were still on.

After Ingrid finished tidying up, she went inside to sleep. She found a spot by the window, sat down, and watched her Viscount and Prince Little Dragon Highness.

She needed to make sure that she could be by the Viscount's or Little Dragon Highness's side the moment they called her.

After a busy day, she gradually drifted off to sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, a dark shadow appeared in the void within the courtyard; it was the demon, Death.

The Duke of Saint Blue is named Lance.

He shares the same name as his former fierce and gloomy neighbor.

One is Black Dragonkin.

One is a human being.

Same name.

Different temperaments.

However, he was still a little concerned and decided to gather some information about this formidable figure first.

His purpose in appearing this time was to observe this formidable man and see how he differed from the Black Dragonkin.

It's not Black Dragonkin; it doesn't resemble him in any way.

The demon Grim Reaper stared at Lance for a while, took out a Image Stone to capture Lance's image, and then disappeared into the void.

Not long after he entered the void, Lance opened his eyes.

Image Stone.

His image may not be captured on the Image Stone.

He closed his eyes again and continued to sleep.

Early the next morning, in the Alchemy City.

Lance brought his dragon cub to the Alchemy City for breakfast.

During the meal, many of the Extraordinary Person were discussing the Other Dimension Goods Mystical Shop.

Something amazing happened at the Other Dimension Goods Mystical Shop last night.

A card that had not yet given birth to Card Spirit was automatically activated in the dead of night, and a golden rod suppressed a Shadow Fiend.

In addition, a terrifying sight of ghostly soldiers patrolling the street where the Other Dimension Goods Mystical Shop, is located last night also appeared.

The ghostly soldiers, clad in Golden Armor, patrolled back and forth on that street, as if guarding the Other Dimension Goods Mystical Shop.

That's absolutely outrageous.

Ghost soldiers appeared in the Alchemy City to guard a small Mystical Shop? Those were genuine ghost soldiers, not some wandering ghosts or undead spirits.

This kind of thing has never happened before in the Alchemy City.

Who exactly is the owner of the Mystical Shop? Why is he able to alarm these beings?