Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

Chapter 590 Permission
"I know what you're thinking..."

Mu Xing's voice broke the almost stagnant murderous intent in the room, as if she could sense every dark thought surging in Di Tian's heart.

Di Tianlong's pupils narrowed slightly, but he did not deny it. He just cast his gaze more seriously at her profile, waiting for her next words. After all, he never tried to completely hide these thoughts in front of her.

After transforming into a dragon, his body, over three meters tall, carried an invisible sense of oppression, yet he naturally bent his knees and squatted down when approaching Mu Xing. Even so, he could still easily look down at Mu Xing, who was lazily curled up on the large sofa.

"Is it not possible?" he whispered, his voice low and magnetic, yet filled with an unmistakable stubbornness. It wasn't a request, more like a confirmation of persistence, even a declaration that he wouldn't give up easily even if rejected.

Look, Mu Xing thought speechlessly, he didn't even ask "Is it okay?" now, he just said "No." This kind of pushiness started with cautious "Is it okay?" and gradually became the confident request for permission now.

She stood up and looked him in the eye, meeting his dark golden vertical pupils, which clearly reflected her figure and his undisguised desire.

"Oh!" Mu Xing suddenly couldn't help laughing at this thought, breaking the heart-pounding gaze. "Uncle, you're such a vengeful person! First it was the Snow Queen of the Far North, then it was the Evil King. Just because of a few words, you started a massacre in the Demon Forest, causing the Evil Eye Tyrant clan to be devastated to this day."

Seeing the black dragon's gaze shift slightly due to the dredging up of past grievances, yet still stubbornly fixed on her, Mu Xing continued to tease, "At best, you'll be childless; at worst, your soul will be annihilated. It seems none of those who have offended you have fared well. Now, you're no longer content with killing those below the god-level; are you already planning to mess with the gods?"

Di Tian let out a low chuckle from his throat, deliberately lowering his voice as his dragon tail silently circled Mu Xing. "Shouldn't you know best whether I'm going to do anything reckless?"

Uncle, do you want to kill or indulge in lust? Mu Xing complained silently in his heart, looking at the two completely different yet strangely fused strong emotions in his eyes, and felt his pupils tremble slightly due to this complex impact.

Di Tian caught the subtle tremor in her eyes, and a perverse sense of pleasure rose in his heart. He deliberately moved a little closer, almost nose to nose, "Why? Do you think I've changed? More unfamiliar?"

His dark gold pupils stared at her, and he spoke slowly and clearly, word by word: "I forgot to tell you, I've always been like this. What you saw before was all my fakery."

"I'm not here to defuse conflict," he said, his fingertips gently tracing the line of her jaw, with the cool and hard touch of dragon scales, "I only know how to start a war."

He always finds ways to get what he wants immediately, but the previous king did not allow him to do so.

Since you know that you are a fool, why bother to protect you with your life?
Mu Xing suddenly felt that before they had formed that inseparable oath, there had been a certain amount of tentativeness and politeness between her and Di Tian. But once the covenant was sealed, those reservations completely vanished, and they were unbridled in their demands, eight out of ten of which were sincere. He had practically come close to outrightly declaring his intention to torture Wang Dong to death.

Seeing that Mu Xing didn't respond immediately, Di Tian slowed down his tone. A rare hint of earnestness crept into his deep voice, though beneath this earnestness lay an unwavering stubbornness:
“I hope you will grant my request,” he repeated, his dark gold vertical pupils unblinking, “but not out of compromise, tolerance, or… pity.” No, Uncle, it's only because it's just the two of us dragons here right now. If anyone else heard this, who would be able to tell if you were confessing your love or begging for permission to kill?

Is this right?
"You know that Wang Dong is my relative, right?" Mu Xing asked suddenly. There was no emotion in his voice, but the atmosphere that had just eased up became slightly tense again.

Di Tian thought she was finally feeling a bit reluctant because of this relationship, or perhaps needed him to give her a more complete reason. He suppressed the murderous intent surging in his heart and tried to persuade her from a more rational perspective, although this rationality was entirely based on his own judgment.

"The specific type of person you like is truly yours to judge," he said solemnly, "but from my perspective, she's not the right person for you. Aside from that fragile feeling that could fade at any moment due to trivial matters, time, or even her own incompetence, she offers no tangible benefit to your career, your development, or anything you pursue."

After hearing this, Mu Xing's lips curled up into a cold smile. She suddenly reached out, grasped his powerful dragon tail, and accurately pulled off the dark blue tail ring that shone with a faint light.

Di Tian was completely unprepared for this sudden action. His dragon tail tensed sensitively, and a hint of surprise flashed in his vertical pupils.

Mu Xing ignored his momentary surprise and the subconscious tightening of Longwei, pinching the dark blue ring that had automatically shrunk to its normal size and slipping it onto his left ring finger. The cold band clung tightly to the base of his finger, like an icy brand.

Then, Mu Xing leaned forward slightly at this extremely close distance, leaning close to his ear, and his warm breath brushed against the sensitive scales of his earlobe. "I mean, bring the knife and do it cleanly."

The Dragon Slaying Blade! It's a supremely powerful weapon for attacking dragons! As a follower of Mu Xing, Wang Dong's body is already imbued with her dragon blood... Using the Dragon Slaying Blade against her would be terrifying and deadly. This wasn't just a suggestion; it was a clear instruction, even providing the most effective "tool."

Di Tian stared at the ring on his ring finger that was transformed from the super artifact Tiansheng Rifting Halberd. The dragon clan did not have the complicated traditions of humans, and he was unable to fully understand the deeper meaning of this action.

"Then this..." He subconsciously rubbed the ring and looked at Mu Xing, his eyes filled with a mixture of excitement for killing and a hint of doubt.

"No need to say anything," Mu Xing interrupted him. "Once she sees this, she'll naturally attack you first. That way, no matter who tries to exploit the situation or rescue her later... you'll be forced to fight back."

A huge, chest-rending ecstasy and a shudder of complete understanding washed over him. His king was far more suited to him than he had imagined.

He knew that he would have a good life following Cow Cat!