Chapter 637: What the Hell? Mowang's Chasing Dragons Down and Killing Them

"Oh, come on, brother, don't be in such a hurry."

"After all, that dragon isn't exactly easy to get along with."

"An ancient breed that's lived from tens of thousands of years ago until now won't be that easy to deal with."

The smile on Lu Mingze's face grew even brighter, yet a sly gleam flashed through those childlike, clear eyes.

He believed that no matter how strong Mo Wang was, he could never be Samson's match—the ancient dragon servant awakened from Bronze City had lived through the wars of the Black King's era.

"Brother," Lu Mingze suddenly lowered his voice, his tone carrying a bewitching rhythm, "haven't you ever thought about what happens if he really can't hold on?"

Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes suspiciously, like a stray cat that had sensed a trap. "Wait... you're not trying to trick me by saying Mo Wang is going to die, so I'll spend a quarter of my life, are you?"

Hearing this, Lu Mingze spread his hands in feigned hurt, though the faint smile at the corner of his mouth still lingered. "Brother, you really do think too badly of me." He drifted half a step forward, the tip of his leather shoe lightly tapping a floor that did not exist. "But—" He drew out the final syllable meaningfully. "I did have that in mind. Won't you think about it? He's your best friend, after all, isn't he?"

As he said this, Lu Mingze seemed to be shrouded in a faint layer of black mist, and those golden eyes shone terrifyingly bright in the shadows.

If an ordinary person had seen such a sight, they probably would have long since lost their mind in the devil's whisper.

Yet Lu Mingfei only shook his head hard, messing up his already fluffy