"It can't be done now."
Zhao Linchuan did not deny this statement, he said it very straightforwardly.
"But it will be different in the future."
"In a few years at most, my wives and I can be promoted to the ranks of First-Level God."
"In another ten years at most, we will have the possibility of attacking the God King."
"How do you prove that what you said is true?" Silver Dragon King looked Zhao Linchuan up and down, shook his head and said, "Although your strength is very strong, you do not have the corresponding divine status."
"You are just a castle in the air like this. You have no capital to fight against those veteran god-kings."
"Haha."
Zhao Linchuan smiled lightly, and immediately flicked his right hand, and a trace of golden starlight power was ejected from his fingertips and landed in front of Silver Dragon King.
The power of starlight is suspended in the air, like a grain of solidified sunlight, emitting a warm but not dazzling light.
"Feel it." Zhao Linchuan said with a smile and an indifferent tone.
Silver Dragon King lowered his eyebrows and looked at the trace of starlight power floating on his chest, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
She could clearly feel that the power of the starlight contained the power of the most primitive laws in the universe.
It was a higher-level power that far exceeded divine power. It was stable, vast, and endless, as if the entire starry sky had been condensed into a speck of dust.
That kind of power does not require the recognition of a god, nor the blessing of a godhead. It is something higher than a god in itself, and can even be said to form the basis of a god.
"This..." Silver Dragon King couldn't move her eyes away. Her eyes were glued to the starlight, as if she was nailed by it. "How many of these things do you have?"
"Almost infinite." Zhao Linchuan said with a firm tone, "All we need is time to digest these things."
"Uh..." Silver Dragon King fell into silence after hearing this.
She looked away from the starlight and lowered her eyes, as if she was weighing something more important than Qian Jun.
For a long time...
After the silence, Silver Dragon King's lips couldn't help but evoke a wry smile.
No matter whether this kind of thing is almost "infinite" as Zhao Linchuan said, she has no choice.
If I reject him today, then Soul Beast Clan will never be able to turn around again.
She will continue to sleep at the bottom of this lake, watching her injuries slowly recover day by day, watching Soul Beast being hunted, and watching those weak ethnic groups gradually disappear in the gap between humans and gods.
On the contrary, if I agree to him, then maybe I can really win a "tomorrow" for the Soul Beast Clan.
Thinking of this, Silver Dragon King felt a little relieved.
She raised her head, stared into Zhao Linchuan's eyes, and said seriously, "I need a guarantee, a guarantee that can bring long-term peace to us Soul Beast Clan."
Zhao Linchuan heard the words and took a step forward, walked in front of Silver Dragon King, then raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and pinched Silver Dragon King's neck forcefully:
"Yes, I will give you an heir."
Silver Dragon King was pinched so hard by Zhao Linchuan that she could hardly breathe. Her brows furrowed slightly and her face looked a little painful, but she did not struggle.
She just raised her head slightly and looked at him with her purple eyes, as if weighing something.
After a moment, she said in a vague tone:
"You, you have to hurry up."
"My injuries are severe and I cannot maintain my divine body for a long time."
The words fell--
"Tear--!"
Silver Dragon King's skirt was ruthlessly torn.
"Be direct, be direct." Silver Dragon King said intermittently, with a trembling voice at the end.
Her fingers clenched and unclenched at her sides, clenched and unclenched, as if she was engaging in a silent wrestling with herself:
"My injury is really, really serious..."
"I will help you heal your injuries." Zhao Linchuan said in a gentle tone, "You will recover your powers as quickly as possible and then give birth to our child."
After saying that, Zhao Linchuan bit Silver Dragon King's chest hard.
"Woo--!"
About half a month later.
Life Lake In a different space at the bottom of the lake.
Silver Dragon King is sleeping naked on a huge round bed.
She was lying on her side, her silver hair naturally scattered on her flawless body, like a waterfall soaked in moonlight, flowing from her shoulders to her waist, and then hanging on the bed along the curvature of her waistline.
Although the hair blocked part of the spring sunshine, it made the exposed part of the skin more attractive under the light and shadow, making people want to push aside those silver threads to see what was hidden underneath.
On either side of her, Zi JI and Bi Ji slept the same way.
Zi JI is curled up sideways, her long purple hair scattered on the pillow, intertwined with Silver Dragon King's silver hair.
Bi Ji was lying on his back with his arms on his forehead, breathing in and out with his mouth open and closed.
Since Silver Dragon King has never experienced a "big event", it is impossible to withstand the "power" of Zhao Linchuan.
In desperation, she had to recruit Zi JI and Bi Ji and let them share the burden for her.
Zi JI and Bi Ji were flattered after receiving the message. For them, it was an honor for them to be able to serve the same man as their master.
"You two, take care of your master." Zhao Linchuan had just put on his clothes and stood in front of the bed, lowering his head and looking at the three figures curled up on the bed.
His eyes stayed on Silver Dragon King's face for a moment longer. The silver-haired woman had her eyes closed at the moment, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she was pretending to sleep.
Zhao Linchuan didn't expose it, he just said in a gentle tone, "I'll go out and see you again after a while."
"Yes, Lord Holy Lord..." Bi Ji and Zi JI responded with trembling voices.
Their condition was even worse than Silver Dragon King. Zi JI didn't even have the strength to raise his hand and could only barely turn his head and glance at Zhao Linchuan.
Bi Ji simply buried his face into the pillow and made a muffled, unclear response.
"Yeah." Zhao Linchuan nodded slightly, and then disappeared into this strange space.
After Zhao Linchuan left, Silver Dragon King, who had been pretending to be asleep, slowly opened his eyes.
She raised her arms and sat up slowly, her hair falling from her shoulders, glowing with a soft silver light in the dim light.
Silver Dragon King licked his chapped lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Water... I need water..."
"My Lord." After hearing this, Bi Ji immediately endured the "severe pain" in his body, got up and walked to the table, picked up a kettle filled with water and came back, "My Lord, drink some quickly."
Silver Dragon King didn't talk nonsense, took the kettle and drank directly.
Water gushes from the spout. She tilts her head back and her throat rolls up and down.
Bi Ji looked at Silver Dragon King's haggard look and chuckled, "My lord, the Holy Master is quite attentive. He even left a bottle of water for you when he left."