Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 146 Two Dragons' Holiday
"The Emperor's constructs are combined, hahaha!" Drogo laughed wildly and slapped the ice bar. "Why can you say that so seriously, hahaha!"

Zhuo Er, who was mixing drinks, felt that he should find a place to hide.

It was difficult to determine when Ms. Fulin, who was sitting next to the boss and was visibly ready to fight at any time, would suddenly attack.

If the two of them fight, there shouldn't be any serious harm to each other, but if he is affected, he will probably be torn into pieces.

How many silver coins can you earn in a month? It’s not worth it.

The Drow bartender was still providing service on the surface, but he had already prepared a teleportation stone under the counter, ready to teleport away at any time if something went wrong.

The teleportation stone is easy to trigger and takes effect quickly, but its disadvantages are that the distance is short and the landing point is uncertain, and the final destination is a random point in an area.

I heard that there was an unlucky guy who got stuck in the wall after pinching the teleportation stone, and won the first prize of the Adventurer's Guild's most tragic death of the year.

But it's still worth a try.

The bartender never dared to take his eyes away from the time bomb in front of him.

"I'll tell you a secret. I filmed the whole process of your transformation." Drogo leaned close to Fulynn's ear and said in a mean way.

Fulin lowered her head, her body trembling slightly.

Mr. Shu Ren said it well: either explode in silence or perish in silence.

Finally, Fulin exploded.

"That's too much, you red fool!" She grabbed Drogo by the neck and scratched his chin fiercely.

As a dragon, Drogo, like most of his kind, has a very strange weakness that is not really a weakness.

chin.

When you scratch it, you will feel an extremely itchy but also a tingling sensation on your scalp.

And the scratching feeling is not strong.

Although he could endure this feeling, Drogo chose to give up resistance.

"Hahaha, I was wrong, hahaha..."

"Do you dare to do it next time?"

"I'll dare you again next time! Hahaha..."

"Ah! Today, I, the Emperor Knight, will seal you, the evil red mutant beast!" Fulin increased her strength.

For some reason, she miraculously accepted the fact that she had played the role of Emperor Man.

The drow bartender who was washing the cups was stunned. After a moment of confusion, he silently stopped his work and put away the teleportation stone under the table.

So this is the battle between ancient dragons? It's so, so...

He couldn't think of a suitable adjective.

A few minutes later, the hearty battle over there came to an end, with Drogo unilaterally signing an unequal treaty not to play a prank on Flynn.

"I'm sorry," Drogo said, "very sincerely."

"Just say sorry, that's all?" Looking at his playful smile, Fulin couldn't help but wonder if Drogo had been pretending to be her and actually made him happy.

"Then I'll give you a little flower." Drogo took out a knitted sunflower from somewhere. It was enchanted and would sway from time to time.

Although Fulin is a thousand-year-old dragon, she has never been able to resist cute things.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have gone to rob Drogo's nest.

So she also likes the game "Druids vs. Necromancers" very much, especially the sunflowers in it.

"Hey," Fulin said with pretended disgust, "Why did you weave this sunflower so ugly?"

This is true, because this sunflower is indeed ugly and looks like the work of a beginner.

"If you don't want it, forget it." Drogo said unhappily.

"Who said I don't want it!" Fulin snatched the sunflower and carefully put it into the space treasure ring. She didn't have the habit of using treasure chest monsters as boxes.

After accepting the sunflower, she teased, "Could this sunflower be made by some idiot on the spot?"

"How is that possible? I asked the best tailor in the group to make it for me!" Drogo said in a panic. "Okay, okay, it was made by the best tailor. Let's go. The concert is about to start."

Before leaving, Drogo turned back and nodded to the drow bartender.

To express appreciation for his work in hiding gifts.

Zhuo Er bowed slightly, as long as the boss was satisfied, although he didn't expect that hiding a gift would be quite risky.

Then he received a silent message from Drogo through the Master-Servant Contract, "Watch carefully and learn what emotional value is."

Zhuo Er agreed. He was thinking why he didn't find such a dragon like the boss when he followed the raid before.

Flynn and Drogo walked towards the direction of the concert.

Music activities are held in the ice and snow park every day, playing some rhythmic songs to get everyone excited.

But today is a little different. There will be no songs played today. Instead, there will be a live performance by the Zall band Underground Abandoned.

This news has not been released because there is no additional charge for music activities in the park, which is part of the park's activities.

With the current influence of Underground Abandoned, if the news of free performances was announced, the entire park would be packed again.

Just think of it as a little surprise for the tourists who come today, so that those who come in the future will also enter the park with the expectation that this time will be different.

But on the way there, there was a little trouble.

"It's Emperor Man!" A childish voice called out from behind Fulin.

Looking back, she saw a little girl in a bunny costume running towards her.

"Emperor! I like you so much." The little girl's eyes were full of stars.

"I'm not the Emperor Man." Fulin answered the little girl with a polite smile.

"I know that Emperor Hero cannot reveal her identity, otherwise the people around her will be in danger. Believe me, I will keep the secret for you." The little girl said seriously.

"Puff—" Drogo couldn't hold it in.

"You're laughing again! Hey baby, sister isn't mean to you, she's mean to the one next to you, don't be afraid."

"How dare you call yourself sister?"

"What do you care? Oh, okay, sister will hug you."

Smiling and waving goodbye to the little girl, Flynn glanced at Drogo again.

"Look at the good things you did."

This is the eighth kid who came up and exclaimed "Emperor Man" along the way.

"Doudou hugged my thighs and cried and begged me to give him the chance to press the button, but I didn't agree. I did it all for you." said Zhuogo.

"Then I really thank you."

Creatures that have been with Drogo for a long time will more or less speak in a sarcastic tone.

The first source of pollution belongs to the Felin language library.

"It's not a good idea to be treated as an emperor hero all the way like this," Fulin said, hugging her chest. "I got it."

As soon as she finished speaking, a thick fog enveloped Fulin. It was a little illusion she had cast herself.

When the smoke cleared, the tall woman was gone, replaced by a dragon about the same size as Drogo.

The whole body is golden, the wings are like long sails, and the dark yellow wings with a metallic tint reflect dazzling light in the sunset.

Drogo watched in a daze.

Gold = Gold = Money! Got it!

"Hey, what's up?" Flynn waved her claws in front of the dazed Drogo.

"It's been a while since we last met, so you don't recognize me? Let's go." After saying that, he walked towards the concert with graceful steps.

(End of this chapter)